Best Detectors Poems
We have fences around homes...
locks on doors
bars across windows
video cameras-
motion detectors
and panic rooms.
To protect the only sanctuary that we have.
Even heaven has a vetting gate to keep evil at bay.
but they call trump a heartless, racist...
for protecting the only sanctuary that we have...
We kill a half a million babies a year.
Then riot over the inhuman treatment of a chicken
that we are about to devour.
Tens of thousands of homeless, hungry Americans w/o healthcare.
My illegal alien neighbor gets everything for free.
Sports around in a Cadillac escalade (though used)
and has a seven-day weekend.
Categories:
detectors, america, corruption, rap, truth,
Form:
Free verse
If guns don’t kill people
Why are so many people dead
Another moms child
shot in the head
Blackboards white chalk
splattered in Red
A teacher killed
For something she said
Victim after victim
Demons need to be fed
On violence they’ve been bred
We shouldn’t need
Metal detectors at School
A place of innocence has become cruel
What happened to the Golden Rule
Have we all taken on
the role of a fool
A gun isn’t just a harmless tool
It’s a weapon of mass destruction
and the most potent hate fuel.
I am scared by the NRA narrative
The power and control amendment imperative
Off to Washington lobbyist slobs
More and more gun factory jobs
Guns don’t lead to the collaborative
Weapons should not be the normative.
We have got in the habit of not looking up above
No gun has ever led to acts of love.
So until politicians become brave
Our society is a slave
Problems grow over time
We shouldn’t be so naive
Profiteers shouldn’t determine what we believe
In the end there are to many lives to grieve.
Categories:
detectors, america, angst, corruption, courage,
Form:
Rhyme
The ripples flow steadily then flutter away
The illusion of an impossible feat
The Earth consumes the sun at the end of the day
A beautiful sight, a sun setting treat
Somehow it seems like the sun melts in the ocean
Extinguishing its light, all in slow motion
We sit and admire it, me myself and I
Until the stars are sprinkled, above in the sky
The sea gulls hastily, on a fishing spree
To avoid being caught by the night
Calling to others with a will to stay free
As they fill the sky in a frantic flight
The breeze blows as if to sweep the impurities away
Preparing the Earth for the birth of a new day
The sillhouette of people scavenging the sands
Some with metal detectors finding cans
But the most breath taking of all is the firy red sky
Just for a moment as the sun says goodbye
All scerene tranquility so fresh and so new
But this has no meaning when I’m not with you
Categories:
detectors, lost loveearth, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
After reading opinions of many PS poets, I'm sick of hearing phrases like,
"it's causing big problems," "making me heartbroken," "it sickens me," and many other negative thoughts that are detrimental to the site. I've given up trying to comprehend why some use it and claim it as their own. It's the same with plagiarizing, so I'll save myself the angst of using similar phrases because this is how I see it...
They come in all sizes, shapes, and each gender
posting poetic words that to them do not belong
and then deny it. To the truth they'll not surrender
AI users and plagiarizers will never admit the wrong
I've grown weary reading about it and I'm disconnecting
from caring if they keep getting away with it on the soup
I've stopped using detectors for those I've been suspecting...
ones who continue to debase themselves; it's low to stoop
Sadly, I've seen "Gotcha" written too often in the last year
Proof's been sent to those who should uphold their claim
Written words in PS established rules are not upheld here
leaving AI users and plagiarists getting away with their game
What drives you to steal poetry of others and call AI your own?
Is it because there's no harsh penalty from the administration?
People, you who call yourselves 'poet,' I cannot condone
those who cheat again and again and face no degradation
My eyes will be blind to those users and their schemes
I'll write what I choose as long as I'm pleased with my lines
Attention to mentioned issues has gone far beyond extremes
It's a legitimate gripe but I'm done with complaints and whines
Categories:
detectors, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
O Nebulae of Heart and Soul!
In infrared portrayal WISE,
your colors grace the stellar skies.
Have you a core celestial role?
Supernal presences you seem
that steal one’s fancy unawares,
far-off from earthly human cares,
inspiring a soulful dream.
Does music of the spheres resound
in utterness of heavens’ art
to beating of a boundless heart
we seldom hear here on the ground?
You bring to mind the vintage song,
where lovers fell in love and kissed
one magic night in moonlit mist—
a classic tune, still going strong.
Six thousand light-years from our Earth
is where you two evince your charm—
part of Perseus’ spiral arm—
in cosmic womb for starry birth.
That limb is in our Milky Way.
Cassiopeia holds the Soul
east of the Heart, to make the whole
of the mosaic on display.
Your archetypal names evoke
Cupid and Psyche myths of old,
tales allegorical untold,
poetic visions you awoke.
In concert you’re a perfect pair.
Befittingly you reign on high.
Lest we forget wherefore and why,
our true humanity is there!
~ Harley White
Inspiration for the poem came from the image and article “Heart and Soul”... at [www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/WISE/multimedia/wiseimage20100524.html]
[The Heart and Soul Nebulae are seen in this infrared mosaic from NASA's Wide-field Infrared Survey Explorer, or WISE. All four infrared detectors aboard WISE were used to make this image. Color is representational: blue and cyan represent infrared light at wavelengths of 3.4 and 4.6 microns, which is dominated by light from stars. Green and red represent light at 12 and 22 microns, which is mostly light from warm dust.]
Categories:
detectors, allusion, heart, inspiration, love,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Frank N. Stein began to whine,
He has been accused of awful crime,
Scaring little kids in their bed,
Setting off metal detectors with his head,
He just might need a redesign.
Categories:
detectors, children, funny,
Form:
Limerick
I'm living in the moment & you're looking for forever, I'm being the best worse me, I am way too clever, I can lap you in a drag race, I'm way ahead of my time a real conundrum in space
Spit game is the best improv straight from my mind out, all I need is a hour one on one & you're intrigued enough to wanna find out, If I have a gun tattooed on my waste, & if you find out don't have your business all over the place, good or bad I'm going to effect your psyche, & you're gonna debate yourself back & forth how much you really like me
I'm not conceded I'm grandiose, conceded can be discreet but I do the most, lose a little bit of weight & I'll hold your hand when we go out, if not meet me there & do me a favor walk another route, when you get there don't stand all in front of me, stand in the back cause you so beautiful I don't want anyone to see
In actuality I'm single for the night & yesterday too for that matter, so please pipe down you killing me with all that this that & the third chatter, would I really bring you out if I'm living that wrong? YEP but I been living like this for way too long, I pop bottles, skip lines, & walk around metal detectors, I been peacocking, I wear flashy clothes & all my shoes insoles leather, I got the ambient lights and your seat cooled too, you never heard of a butterflied mignon say word, tru, well you about to see beyond the edge of your imagination, all I need you to do is believe in this liberation & I'll free you from your current location
Categories:
detectors, beautiful, beauty, black african
Form:
Narrative
There is an explosion in all of us, we try to keep hidden away
But when we decide to get even, everybody must pay
There are so many things wrong people tend to ignore
The people in and out of our lives, the screaming next door
The ones we pass by on the street
One of them becomes a victim, than on a gurney covered with a sheet
Another shot fired, it becomes acceptable violence
What becomes un easing is the deafening silence
Some people hunt for a living, others for the thrill
Humans being the worst animal, thou shall not kill
An old lady conned out of her pension
A nobody takes hostages to draw some attention
Kids bring guns to school to settle scores
Now we have metal detectors at the doors
Is there really such a thing as a safe environment
Don't be fooled by the deafening silence
I remember when Bicycles, Hotwheels and for the girls Barbies were the
greatest thing
Now it is all about the latest cell and the bling bling
Rap Artists, Rock Stars and movie Moguls are what influence the youth of today
It seems there is always a dragon for mom or dad to slay
Kids go wild without our guidance
The answer is not the deafening silence
Categories:
detectors, social, song-urban, people, people,
Form:
Narrative
Sometimes I feel like Data
an android
an autist
binary and metal
mind over matter
Forever searching humanity
Never being able to pass through metal detectors
Having deep emotions
misunderstood
impossible to express
Questioning and inquisitive
sad without crying
happy without laughing
I feel like Data
with my green eyes
always
***
May 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
detectors, humanity, science fiction, self,
Form:
Free verse
Frank N. Stein began to whine,
He'd been accused of awful crime,
Scaring little kids in their bed,
Setting off metal detectors with his head,
He just may need a re-design.
Categories:
detectors, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Archangelic takeover
of heart.
Mass marketing concepts of
“The New Spiritual Awareness”
Stolen secrets
of the sweat
the sundance
Halau
Arum Wanders
and Ghost dancers
Dreamers who cannot remember who they are.
Stolen Secrets
Sacred plants
harnessed to plow fertile minds
and bank accounts.
Hope for the hopeless
in Disney land jungle settings
of smoke and mirrors.
Do you think the ancestors
come to the tune of a bank account?
Do you think these realms open
to the sound of a wallet?
The medicines can bend your mind.
But they cannot teach you to think for yourself.
The coyote cannot be tamed.
Archangelic Takeover.
Franchised.
Plug in a machine and learn your fate
read by “ultra frequency detectors”
that can assign you a new illness
and a cure for it
in one sitting!
500 dollars
That machine cost them their life savings
because they believed in it.
Get your Masters Master
25th degree
purple light realm
secret symbol decoder
when you sign up for a life series
with us.
Franchised
It’s spreading like the virus
of Colonization
that it is.
Don’t shake hands,
you might catch it!
We used to shake hands to say we mean it.
We will keep our word.
It meant something important.
Respect.
Cultures raised in the oral tradition
of remembered promises,
cannot be lied to
for more than a couple of generations.
Don’t shake hands
unless you mean it.
if you want to talk to God
or dance with Goddess
go to the wild places
where life still shines
and BE.
Categories:
detectors, lifelife, life,
Form:
Free verse
The very first automobile that I ever owned,
Was a 1937 Ford sedan that was many times preowned!
I bought it when I was a junior in high school as I recall.
It would do about 55 miles per hour with the pedal to the wall!
I paid two hundred and fifty bucks for that snazzy set of wheels.
I worked at a grocery and a gas station to pay for that deal of deals!
Now, in my feckless youth, a plain lookin' vehicle wouldn't do,
So I adorned it with useless gewgaws to express my point of view!
First thing I installed was a fanciful knob on the steerin' wheel,
And not a few times it rapped my knuckles and made me squeal!
I had a pair of chrome spotlights to give it a modicum of sex appeal!
On the tailpipe was a gadget that projected a thunderous peal!
I had twin aerials installed, one for show and one for radio operation.
Attached to each was a foxtail that evoked curious fascination!
I affixed rear wheel fender skirts and mud flaps with red reflectors,
White sidewalls, fancy gearshift knob and feelers to act as curb detectors!
I had a guy install a horn that played, "Mary Had A Little Lamb!"
Cops thought it a nuisance and on many occasions it got me in a jam!
Dad told me that buyin' such stuff was foolish but I was havin' a ball!
(Years later, I myself found that you can't tell a teenager anything at all!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
detectors, funny, teen, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
The cherub lies asleep in the cradle in the perfect baby room
The parents who sugarcoat society for their children are doomed
Tell them fairy tales that are magical and can believe
The pusher on the corner is the one in today's world with the magic up his sleeve
Scary world to raise a child and teach them to respect others
Sitting on the school bus and cut down the poor kid's mother
Fifth grade, Julie is gaining weight
Brad, her so called boyfriend sealed her childhood fate
A strange smell emerges from a boy's toilet stall
The door opens, 3 boys exit, the police are waiting in the hall
The boys laugh, they are only thirteen so juvee is their next stop
Metal detectors at all the doors
Guns, knives are taken daily, some kid bullied by a jock, just trying to even the score
We as parents, see it from another angle
We just can't understand the generation of entitlement is our Fallen Angels
Categories:
detectors, socialworld,
Form:
Should we call him a man
A demon or a pervert.?
Should we pull out our detectors
For predator alert.
A MAN without sagacity
impaired from his salacity
Creating insanity, a threat to
earth and humanity
Has the audacity,
To pile up children to capacity.
Creating more insanity,
a threat to earth and humanity
Has the audacity to be smiling,
while piling up children.
Baby’s Snatched
From mommy’s arms
crying for their daddy’s.
Children stuffed in crates
All due to hate.
Now in jails filled to
Overcapacity.
What do good people do?
Do we only Watch?
And do nothing
As Salacious
Contaminates thrones
While sitting in
The seat of dignity.
Threatens integrity.
Can we at least Chant;
” God save our Morality”!
Can we at least Chant;
“God save our children”!
Categories:
detectors, abuse, america, children,
Form:
Political Verse
There’s a lot of smoke
blowing out the backdoors
So many kitchens on fire ...
trapped aprons trying to get out
Smoke detectors are broke,
cries for help too long ignored
So many choking on forced desire ...
sexual peccadillos baked into every chore
But nothing is minor anymore
Major societal shift ... rumblings shaking
the good ol’ doughboys to the core
Smoky backroom kitchens on fire ...
those masculine hands feeling on the wrong hose
Executive boardroom kitchens on fire ...
those emperor hands changing into the wrong clothes
There’s a lot of smoke
billowing out the kitchen window
Silent screams for help too long ignored
So many kitchens are on fire ...
burnt reputations in the oven,
with the flames getting higher —
Reaching into the highest power places,
blackening the rich ash-covered faces
Congress basement kitchens on fire ...
those sworn hands
in the wrong bosom apron dropped on the floor
Presidential penthouse kitchens on fire ...
those privileged wet hands
groping lustily for the wrong padded backdoor
The kitchens are on fire,
here in America
What will it take to put the fires out,
to snuff the smoldering hysteria?
Categories:
detectors, abuse, fire, truth, women,
Form:
Dramatic Verse