Best Despotic Poems
Imagine all the people
who trade in human life,
imagine all the reasons
given to this particular vice.
I visualize the rivers
that run with coagulated blood,
I visualize the tyrant
that stir the waters good!
Imagine all the evil
where nightmares are conceived,
imagine all the weepers
locked in harmony.
I visualize a great peace
when man is down and out,
I visualize a yearning
to stir up warring lout!
Imagine all the carrion
fleeing this earthly scroll,
imagine all the zombies
them humans without soul.
I visualize the populous
with only one track mind,
I visualize the despotic master
not too far behind!
Imagine all the wrongdoers
that wait for the morrow,
imagine all the innocent
with aggravated sorrow.
I visualize his disciples
locked in earthly battle,
I visualize all intellect
smitten with ancient prattle!
Imagine all the dreamers
that dream in psycho colours,
imagine all the dead ones
John Lennon and others.
I visualize the sky
that reflect the sombre waters,
I visualize the time
they’ll be no virgin daughters!
Imagine all the children
born with colour blindness,
imagine all the peace
driven by human kindness.
I visualize a new order
maybe for the best?
I visualize the establishment
being put to the test!
Imagine all the people
with lives of eternal bliss,
imagine all the barriers
created when living with this.
I visualize heaven here
in this heathen place,
I visualize the angel
in pure virgin white lace!
Imagine all the new born
scanner pattern at birth,
imagine all of today’s crime
eliminated through death.
I visualize a dossier
of PLC news speak,
I visualize authoritarianism
of every aspect!
Imagine all the cloning
created for human part,
imagine all the respect
donated to this particular art.
I visualize the unscrupulous
desperate for existence,
I visualize the farm of haste
the plough of insistence!
Imagine, Mother Shipton
prophecies all came true,
imagine only one statement fails
the end of the world.
I visualize even then
common sense will prevail.
I visualize only Jesus Christ
will forecast the ultimate end!
© Harry J Horsman 1993
Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman
a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick
—cherry-juice bait dilates your want to taste
orchid woman’s glamorized mouth
for the masses to idolize
for many to fantasize
for her to tantalize
and advertise
there’s no need to compromise
with you
or your penny-candy conversation—
when beauty is legal tender
why invest in a waste of words?
ooh, orchid woman is w-i-l-d
an exotic sun-tanned narcotic
erotic her despotic bloom
quixotic your contemplation;
your entangled-limbs-expectation
that this frilly filly blooms just for you
and oh! just look how the honey makers buzz
watch the money-makers spend their sums—
worker bees blinded by her blonde neon
fall in her wake…
or maybe ‘diamond pro’s’ bling
stings and wrings their eyes
…who cares who falls..
when mere red rose adorations
and sticky sap Hallmark incantations
bear not the fruits of 24-karat donations—
Mmm! Mmm!
her traipse does shake like mango jelly sweet
orchid woman’s long-stemmed catwalk walk
full-rounded bouncy-buoyant racy-lacy-ecstasy
yup.. a thoroughbred— she’ll have you ridin’ high
to your credit and blame
you won’t feel her stiletto tips
when she diva-gold-digs ya
as nothing more than a runway-ramp
all slinky-strut-hips
and stay-the-night-vamp
till fly girl wields her strappy high-heels
in a rhythmical click-clack
all over the next middle-age stage
indeed! orchid woman
a hot-house hottie
fussy stuffy lil hussy—
...too much water?
….not enough water?!
oh no! she’s wilted—
sniffle.. snivel.. “where did I go wrong?!!”
mm-hmm.. high maintenance is s-u-c-h a turn on…
yeah… orchid woman is w-i-l-d (eye roll..)
bonsai trees
despotic rule stunts
liberty
Placed 2nd
second terra,masters of the nether world,
black is their art,as crafty smoke curls
behind a screen,landscaping scenes,amazing,
chemical elements influence our being
projecting images,manipulating thoughts
misguided perceptions easily bought
subliminal messages,chaotic fuel
hatred belies evil despotic rule.
recreant,miscreant,one and the same
lowly existence,there they'll remain
sinking lower to depths,uncaring of deeds
subliminal messages,planting evil seeds
appearances frequent to mislead perceptual
third eye needed to discern the actual
programs running,they're constantly gunning
head shots,heart shots,they've got,cunning
skills diverse,if left open for attack
awareness,understanding,will guard your back
no compromise on the bridge
as you stand on the ridge
spirit within' to keep you on edge
outskirts,outposts,uncharted fields
strength and honor,due time it will yield.
Form:
How thoroughly you wreck me
With the taste of hope, I can't resist
That you may actually perceive my existence
As if you haven't already taken more chances than I can give
In fact, I gave so many
I lost my will to live
See, with every gamble on you that left me devastated
A small piece of who I am
Of my soul disintegrated
You encouraged me along the path to my death
Yet here I am, holding my breath
Trying to overhear you speaking
Gleaning your words
For what you're truly thinking
I must be a nitwit, a dolt, a birdbrain
For here I am taking your bait again
Even the hundreds of violations
Hurt less than seeing your pain-filled expression
I love you the way a dog loves his master
It's innate, it's instinctual
(Ha) I guess I'm well-trained
For no one has gone to lengths this drastic
To earn your love, to be your sidekick
The price I paid was catastrophic
Only to find your heart despotic
For after all my loyalty, my love, my respect
I begged for you to save my life
And you walked away instead
Leaving me to face the grave
With a comment that you don't see it that way
I guess I must truly be less than intelligent
As I find myself considering
If your abuse could be by accident
Stop present time now!
Let us go no further.
Let's enjoy the now, somehow.
Muses and we, sisters and brothers.
Batten down the hatches on reality.
Only stars dance, we staunchly state.
Reality has no maternity,
We slammed it dead at the front gate.
Of only insignificance, can we pen?
Strange murmurings of only moons
and stars.
Reality to die slowly in a dark house
of busy pens?
Of that, dare not your soul ever move
nor start.
This world of writing, utterly unreal.
Where imagery is some despotic
king?P
And long words you must look up
to somehow beauty reveal?
To then bow low and kiss a poet's
ring?
September 13, 2020
8:30 pm PST
Is this world made only for males?
Even History talks about 'His' Story only,
But I am the creator,
The creator should rule her creations,
I am the Master of this magnificent world,
Not a slave or serf to the feudal men,
Power never goes with gender,
Your prowess lies only in your cognizance,
Facing Dictators for years and years,
I have learnt to write my own fate,
This domination and suppression for ages,
Has sculptured my thoughts sharp,
Though manist needles stitched my mouth,
And tied my tongue with despotic credo,
Nothing can stop my hubristic thoughts,
Never the dry winds can swallow the mighty ocean,
Denial of self respect is denial of life,
Why confine me to a scullery?
When you can eat why not cook?
When you can wear why not wash?
When you can force why not follow?
This celestial sphere is boundless,
Immense and unfathomable,
My dreams are same,
Measureless and undefined
Your arbitrary chains can never pull my aspirations,
When you curtail, an inch grows more,
Discrimination for generations,
Pricked by Rape, Dowry and Adultery,
Wounds and sores all over burn,
But never the heads of male chauvinists turn
From time immemorial I was ruined,
Female foeticide and infanticide always rule,
Tradition and custom hinders my way,
Antiquated and rusted walls erected all around,
My cry for freedom hardly touches the blind ears,
But the gravel hearted men always begrudges,
Disparages and denigrates me,
Am I so inferior in your eyes?
With my muliebrity I brought you to this world,
With my muscularity I can bring this world under me,
Who are you to reserve my rights?
Now I Emancipate myself from your clutches
My wings are wide and extensive,
They are not to flap and fan your royal slumber,
I wanna fly high,
Across the boundaries,
Reach those alluring skies,
And shout “ I am the most powerful creation of all”
I am The Women.
Should God grant me the power to create just one perfect day,
I would create the most perfect day for all peoples in every way.
There would be no war or strife, only longed-for blessed peace.
Love, compassion and brotherhood would reign without cease.
Cures would be found for all diseases and the blind would be made to see.
The homeless would be housed and hunger would ever cease to be.
World leaders would reason together and there would be no more greed,
And the message of The Golden Rule each and everyone would heed.
Little children would be free from physical abuse and molestation.
All religions would work together for harmony without hesitation.
From domination by despotic leaders, all peoples would be free.
All humanity would respect each other, the air, the land and sea.
Should God grant me the power to create that one perfect day,
Would it not be possible for ensuing days to be ideal in every way?
- A Love Story -
*Unpredictable enigma with a pony tail of willows
**An exiled from deserts by the Despotic Thirst
***Deadly in her games yet playing with prisms
****Humans longing, chanting, reciting her name...
*****I am still her lover - wandering man who can't cry
******She sneaked in my heart and stole all my tears
********My ship has her name engraved by a thunder
*********I' m the eternal migrant looking for... RAIN...
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iolanda scripca
In this new world, the reality of insanity
Elicits frail morality, losing deep values
To cuthroat urbanity. We thirst for quick fixes
And dismiss gentle formality although life
Grants humanity its spirit’s wholeness—
How can greed and power allow us to ignore
Kindness, simple vitality borne from Hope,
Our birthright amid mundanity? Is man’s dream
Caged in temporal inanity where success
Is appraised by materialism or arrogant fame?
Such brutality! We forget the path of compassion
As time forges on in despotic volcanity, while
Children grow imbibing a mentality that existence
Lies in crude profanity based on self-interest…
Where is love in this equation?A doomed fatality
Of modern times , perhaps. I wonder.
Contest: Word Challenge for Silent One
1/27/2017
On a night sable, my door hastily thrown
abducted in a rush by one-eyed loonies,
neon- yellow skin reflecting oval heads
whisking me in a shuttle, circling far away.
Taken to a realm where their master reigned,
impish a jabber, worse than 'Nanu, Nanu ,'
stuttering words, a version of 'Yabba daba doo!'
until minions got enticed by my own Beyonce tune.
While I hummed some more, they gathered in peace
their nimble fingers reading my human mind.
But as time was running out for an escape,
everyone heard the despotic lord, groaning aloud
dressed in a chrome-like armor, totally grim
ordering the puppets, his slaves for my deadly fall.
Instead, all minions clobbered this evil one
as the land of orbit grew warm in sunset's kiss,
happy loonies practicing new lyrics, Beyonce's song.
2/26/2016
Minions Contest sponsored by Silent One
I've traveled by plane and ship all about this celestial ball;
Visited many fascinating lands and intriguing ports of call.
I've done it all, seen it all and no matter whence I stray,
There ain't nothin' like livin' in the good ol' US of A!
I've marveled as the risin' sun tinted Mount Fuji in Japan;
Was awed by the rugged Khyber Pass in mystic Pakistan;
I've viewed magnificent sunsets from the shores of Naples Bay,
But these pale compared to the grandeur of the good ol' US of A!
I've seen the hopelessness of people under the heel of oppression;
Their struggles to exist, their lack of freedom of expression;
People ruled by despotic regimes in which they have no say;
Thank God for the freedoms we enjoy in the good ol' US of A!
Many are the patriots who placed national destiny above their own,
To ensure that our precious liberties would ne'er be overthrown.
They sleep awaiting Gabriel's clarion call 'neath hallowed clay;
Thanks to them, Old Glory yet waves o'er the good ol' US of A!
Thanks to our Founding Fathers who with unwavering resolution,
Framed that sacred beacon of hope, our precious Constitution!
Even with its many flaws, without reservation I can proudly say:
"I'm so privileged to be a citizen of the good ol' US of A!
While Satan still manipulates
the call to arms is apparent,
when disarmament stipulates
a flaw a weakness to exploit;
by the next despotic arrant
moving amongst us all adroit.
Peaceful lands of noble intent
sing your gullible lullaby,
relinquish your strength you’ll repent
aiding the augment of evil;
his preying armies to satisfy
destroying peace with upheaval.
While Satan still manipulates
peaceful lands of noble intent.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
When the Heavens Fall
The devious despotic dark ones shall descend
Riding sullen stallions to this hell will attend
Bringing with them fire and fear, a ballistic blend
Rulers of Lords and Kings, tyranny will impend
The sun will stop shining, the darkness shall extend
The forsaken have fallen and thus set the trend
Shivering silence no human can comprehend
Lachrymal lashes through weeping walls shall transcend
Cathedrals of condemnation, priests will pretend
Impetuous entombment, Angels must defend
Disjunctive destruction the demons do contend
Illumination and damnation, battle's END.
MP3...The Four Horsemen...by Metallica
Jan.12.2017
12 by 12 Monorhyme - Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A contextual contrib to the categorization
for rat-ICK-al political fans.
Simply put, the contest is not for the faint of heart.
Testing the spine of the spineless
demi-gods of media-o-craSS-y against each other
often produces hilarious outcomes, balloons full of
hot air which rise, sinkers like submarines
A-bombs which ann-I-oH-late beating the literal
pants of of pre-despotic predators!
Ah, the con a tried and true dastardly, debased,
debacle to test the metal of man.
A confab of convicts crashing the party of humanity
for their own con-test, loot-seekers all.
Blue ribbon, hollow trophy-seeking, baby kissers.
Even the best of these deep thinkers seldom
produce products which do more
than a-GRAND-Ize themselves.
Hitler con-tested the right to breath of the non
Aryan races...now that's surely contestable?
Kings and demagogue contest the human rights
of man daily, throwing female babies out with the trash.
So in an effort to auto adjust this neolith-ICK behavior
I vote we go sans test!
*There are no spelling errors here
what you see is poetic license.