Best Dent Poems
The sprout of momentary illusion,
the voyage of a derelict dream in place of a lie,
the lure of April, the deceit of May concertized in December,
in wintry snow, mocked,
miscarriages of a well worn organ,
the grin of February,
suspended in September,
the burden of unconquered Lust,
the armies of censorial secret "bedders",
begging for the abandoned rottenness on my path,
obsequious frenzy of the hasty oath at Ikoyi,
the stealthily lure of a defiled bed before the oath,
the desperation of "a wanna be" by crook,
hurried by the mascara coated looks of a postponed "dowried hariotery,"
A bedfellow from the red zone,
an unrepentant Gomer,
The armies of bias exes overwhelmed the gaze with suspicions,
compelling through diurnal and surreptitious escapades in dark corners,
allured by unfinished lust,
to the city centre for a quickie,
And myriads of men hides in ambuscade save one,
with threats of kill for suspending their “off home” secret lush
The public mistress unfit for their homes, Yet suited for their Lust by turns
she warmed our beds they say'
purloined for your Fall of a few days,
The bawd roamed unrestrained,
'Don't talk to me' she says.
Unbridled concupiscence her forte,
forty plus years in the trade,
well versed in the art
The sneaky nights,
the secret calls,
the Stygian services,
and countless gift of libidinous frivolities.
Yet their victim must remain mute,
as truly the drama unfolded ,
all appeal rebuffed by arrogance,
as they taunt with permissive perverse Laws
convinced on the first day.
Converse for four weeks,
conscripted in one week
“conbedded” on arrival in same day,
Correction of a fool,
concluded at the Court.
Then in retrospect, Delilah revived.
I am, though I didn't ask to be,
A woman, a daughter, a sister, a mother.
Born into these roles, and know no other;
Even my name was given to me.
We are, though we didn't ask to be,
(We are born into these roles; we have no choice,
Decided before birth when we had no voice)
Members of a certain ethnicity.
Now others are being forced onto we,
Religious, which includes a certain militancy,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Issai, are these our main identity?
All entirely arb-it-rary.
And where in all this is our humanity?
This was not how it was meant to be.
Here is my latest Horn Haiku for you one of a few:
would be a big dent
we were mad and vehement
was caused by cement
all our money spent
down to the very last cent
which we should prevent
wherever we went
message from God had been sent
be sure to repent
when my poem will end
am sure did never offend
to you I shall send
what I will intend
poetry rules had to bend
started a new trend
hand to you extend
all broken fences did mend
then into crowd blend
James Horn
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
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will I be recalled to Detroit
by angry consumers
for defective steering
the headlights er highlights
of my performance to date
resemble nothing so much as a lapse
in the routine of tire chasing dogs
paused to scratch
my brain is dented
the wiring shorted
and caught fire
ear drums got a puncture
and went flat
endocrines are on empty
the lungs sputter
the hoses leak
one headlight hangs out
dangling and blinking
on & off
a beacon for victims of
lost bearings
and poor fog visibility
the leading cause
of that far away look
I exercise my automobile
heel the wheel into turns
like it was fun
and it got stronger healthier
more vibrant
90 mph on two wheels
doors open
skidding through the ruts
rain and shine and holidays
it used to be a wreck
you should see it now
I finally got all the sleep I needed
gonna last forever
I hope you got
the actual message
The present dent is so disgusting and aggravating at times, so much so, that something has to change.
I can truly be honest and admit, I got a problem with this.
Yes, it is definitely time to get rid of this eyesore and draining present dent. Enough is enough! I’m done! I’m so sick and tired of looking at and hearing people talk about this present dent.
There has to be a way to fix this. This has been going on wayyy too long.
Well, finally, finally, finally I figured it out and did something about it.
But as for you, what do you think should happen to the present dent?
Yes, the present dent. “The Dent.” The dent that is in your life.
Truth be told, we all have “Dents.” Dents in our relationships, our finances, our health, our faith, our direction, on our job…
A dent can be from pressure, from a hit, from a mark made in the surface of something… Too much stress can cause a dent in your mood and attitude. Your confidence can be dented by negative words spoken. Your finances can take a hit due to a job loss, cheating can cause a dent in your trust… and so on and so forth.
If it’s becoming too much for you too, I’m here to tell you, do what I did and shift your focus. Don’t focus on the present dent. Look above all negativity and obstacles with a positive mindset and keep your eyes on what really matters. Positive results require positive thinking. Don’t let this dent distract you or continue to dampen you. It’s true, dents in your life can be fixed, they can bend you, but don’t let them break you.
You are strong, you are beautiful, you are so deserving to be blessed and happy.
Strengthen your faith, think positive, believe, be patient, embrace the process and watch the transformation.
As for me… I’m knocking my dents out slowly but surely.
B L O W
B A L L
S E E D
F A L L
When is it okay to swim out of here?
Solo fish laps in a loch
Wide eyes turn back in fear
My pool was safe, I knew each rock
Grab the edge, a wall once held
Tiny tank I kept so well
Tide does turn to lift me up
Dive into a deep vast sea,
Run a race of lung drum pump
Your glue gaze is a hook, with glee
Gate open lets life raft bob away
I’ve swum in your fast new sway
Out into salt and mess, wind howl
Sail taut to tilt us, roll wild rage
Yin Yang curl can’t part us now
Ship long hour, flip over next page
A song to sing with zany note
Zeal to feel wave beat on boat
Slow zone I made sure to keep
Sits in the past, eats acid
Jump for love, a huge bold leap
Care can wash a soul once arid
Take it to grow, aqua lush
Lone fins come to find twin rush
1st October 2023
Written for Contest:
Love Poem Four Letters
Sponsor: Darla Seely
A dent in my heart I will never admit to
You can conk me over the head, knee cap me.
I am not admitting to loving you at all right now
I will never let you know that you sliced up my heart.
It is in teeny tiny parts scattered on the bedroom floor.
I kick some of them around sometimes, for fun.
It’s okay when I have on socks. When I do not, well.
Yuck!
Here I lie on the bed determined to think of not you.
But not you has a face that keeps popping up
And not you have hands that keep creeping over my eyes
Yelling stupid stuff like “peek a boo”
I am not a baby. Why I even thought this cute I do not know.
Not you has moved on
I am ever so glad
Not you
Not me
Not us
Not today anyway
The President and the Present Dent, same thing.
Dear God,
Many are so in need of Your guidance and direction.
In this day and time there is no real leadership, just dictatorship.
Amongst this chaos, confusion and need to control, people are scared, worried, tariffied and terrified. Guide their steps Father, please lead them in the way they should go. I understand that many have taken their eyes off of You Father and now they are lost and uncertain all because of this present dent. Forgive them Father for taking their eyes off of You. I pray they will return to You Father, seek You Father, focus on You Father and put their trust and faith in You and not in man.
With that being said, forgive me too Father for the times my attention was diverted and I too focused on this horrible present dent. I’m glad that I am back on track. I KNOW where my faith and trust lies, and that’s in You Father.
Strengthen us all Father, because being able to deal with this chaotic and dysfunctional government is definitely not for the weak.
To the reader, I’m praying for each of you.
What happened to “In God we trust?” And what happened to “Walk by Faith, not by sight?”
Where is your Faith?
You can’t have Faith and fear, so you decide.
I pray you choose Faith and I pray you will keep your mind and focus on God.
The enemy wants you to focus on all that is going wrong, but I want you to remind yourself who God is, and by doing so you will know, you have NO need to worry or be fearful about anything.
Be Blessed and know, it doesn’t matter who TRY to control, God is the One that is IN control.
a-merry-can news said...
biden is an old man while
trump is full of muster...
well the actual truth be...
trumps a rich kid corporate clown while
biden has the wisdom of an earned maturity
stan sand
Dented World With Sins
With our sins world had dented,
And so we finally had repented;
World she did storm,
With her new form;
Both Christ and God consented.
Now I wonder who this poem
was written about.
Jim Horn
In Brain Made Big Dent
Defining moment;
Forgot what it meant;
In brain made big dent;
Became vehement;
From class am absent.
Jim Horn
there was a daring young rake named Kent
who spent much time with a married woman from Trent
till it was said
they were caught in her bed
and the husband in his head put a dent
She fights her way through hell
to free his unsaveable soul
Dainty haze
imp fern no
only 1 imp per tent
just me beeing(See my last poem)....
A project that’s intimidating
Needs two things to work –
A nudge to get things started
(So much easier to shirk!)
And the time to keep it going,
For that luxury is rare.
Most working people simply don’t
Have that much time to spare.
To tackle such an enterprise
And even make a dent
Is to feel a sense of pride
For every minute that you spent.