Best Devolved Poems
her kisses were glacial...honest
she devoured every star on which she rode
at times, amber spirits would peal the veneer
expose the pulp of her mind...scarred...
one night the shine sprinted from her grasp,
living dullened that wild horse stride...
she curled up in my heart palm,
wilted and worn-like a scorched flower
slashed by the lightning streaks of life...
told me she was frightened of it all
at times she wished to be weak,( to sow strength?)
to be legless, aimless( to polish the stride of her wandering being?)
at the end she devolved
her heart became a cloud high paper wall,
on which everyone scribbled their hate...
but nobody breeched her heart like i did
nobody
that is our legacy...screw them all...
we were
a smear of black and red petals in the morning frost...
a frost ,that for now kisses all my dreams
she was strength- weakness
a rainbow of disease
buckled
but
complete...in this brevity called her life.
R.I.P
K.P
Categories:
devolved, death, heart, life, loss,
Form:
Elegy
An island
Afloat in a sea of galaxies and stars
Orbiting its sun
Light and energy to warm and stir its life
Conceived by God....
With one explosive...singular...divine idea
14 billion years ago
Launching time and place and an expanding universe
Ruled by the laws of physics and chemistry
Giving birth at once to simple atoms and then the elements
Coalescing over eons to form the places...stars and galaxies...
God's universe...ever expanding to infinity
After nine billion years of cooling, expanding and the birthing of millions of galaxies
Earth is born...like no other planet in the universe
An island of majesty and beauty...sustainer of plants and animals
God's special planet...to house a special living species...Man
Evolved at last! Only two hundred and fifty thousand years ago
Infused as no other species or product evolved from the big bang
Infused with a soul and a free will
A soul, by which man may sense the existence of God
A free will, to chose what actions and directions he will take
I wonder if God conceived another planet, in a distant galaxy called heaven
And another, a black hole, called hell thousand of light years away
Connected to Earth by worm holes yet to be discovered
The hell hole for those who use their free will to destroy God's special planet Earth
In only 250,000 years man is set to destroy this beautiful island, conceived
In that single divine thought fourteen billion years ago
The ultimate mortal sin
By those few who control so much of the riches that spew from the bowels of the Earth
And refuse to see... the glaciers melt
The oceans rise
The poor starve
The species die...and
God cry.
Democracy devolved...the will of the many to live suppressed by the greed of the few
While proclaiming...God Bless Us all
As God cries!
The words of an unknown ancient..."Scientia Non Habet Inimicum Nisp Ignoraantem" ..."Science has no enemies but for the ignorant"
God cries for the ignorant...
And the tides rise!
Categories:
devolved, earth, environment, nature, ocean,
Form:
Free verse
PRESENT PERFECT in SUMMER SCHOOL
CONJUGATION
I have yearned
Thou hast returned
He has departed
She has kissed faint hearted
We have voiced warm greetings
They’ve had timid meetings
The young ones the old ones
The joiners and the out-in-the-cold ones
The sad boys the bad boys
The mild boys and the wild boys
The Shy girls, the sly girls
The good girls and no-better-than-they-should girls
The skivers and the strivers
The schemers and the dreamers
PAST HISTORIC
I retain affection
In retrospection
She with the bright eager face and wisdom beyond her age
He in the body of a boy but with full grown mind of a sage
He the humble giant, driven to knowledge that he pursues
She with the questing soul of a scholar and romantic heart of a muse
They have devolved
The Earth has revolved
And today we elect
To teach Present Perfect
PRESENT
Outside the classroom
Sun cloud and tree dapple the grassy vale
Aspens tremble, willows sway in graceful measures
Blackbird, thrush and warbler trill a delicate scale
Daisies, buttercups, cowslips scatter transient treasures
Above and beyond in skies azure and white
Skylarks ascend, red kites soar in cerulean
And in their chosen study focus sight
Gaze down upon this blest Elysian scene
PERFECT
Categories:
devolved, celebration, happiness, teacher,
Form:
Rhyme
Silence is my favorite crypt,
and when I'm feeling pious, or
magnanimous, or greedy
or alive,
I go there.
I go there because
in silence, I can run so far
away from the creeps and the
whores, the moneygrubbing
clerks and the bilge of puddles
splashing my pantlegs. And if those
shadows catch up to me, I can always
close my eyes and pray for them to
go away.
I'll pray forever, crouched and blind,
but never break my silence,
because that's my wormhole out of this
luddite galaxy,
my trapdoor in the floor
of this devolved society.
Categories:
devolved, space,
Form:
Free verse
This sandwich board licence business closely illustrates
what this is really by taking the biscuit
money for signage so much a year
Drawing a unique picture frame from crumbs
in how the slave master operates exploiting powers
then reading about how the capital's council is intending to cut down trees
that are a couple of hundred years old
this to make way for progress building a bus route
They spout green when really their souls are so darned black
rotten devolved politics will soon devour itself internally crooks
corrupted hosts no amount of fiddling or cooking the books hides facts
blindness a lot of people can see through this ugly veil stealing
Where doctored figures never seem to add up
fraud correct me if I am wrong in addressing liars
those destructive bodies that support the me me me culture
backwards peddling is always looking at new ways forward
destroying the nature of truth replacing it with suffering
Categories:
devolved, conflict, corruption, judgement, life,
Form:
Political Verse
(From the other side of the track)
Grammar the regal tool of pure English
Alas used as a wedge to classify,
A divided country a trait snobbish
To ridicule lampoon then pacify.
This class structure based on one’s conveyance
The transfer of language the written word,
A populace afraid of decadence
Chances of education seldom heard.
Behold the reign of slang chaste dialect
Devolved from our Viking forefathers,
Just a distant phase of one’s recollect
As those characters our grandfathers.
Tradition broken down with one issue
Purity of a language to pursue.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
devolved, angst, confusion, education, language,
Form:
Sonnet
The Magna Carta changed the rule of law,
That is, what the law was and who it was for,
From being a simple, dashing validation of the king,
To being about truth, reason and justice free-standing.
The Charter came into existence in 1215 with a rebellion,
Against King John and how he forced his will:
He could seize anyone’s cart, steal anyone’s livelihood,
Take their corn to dismiss whatever self-worth they’d tilled.
The barons and churches were given power:
Rights from illegal imprisonment and theft of money;
The church was allowed to worship and theologise,
Until John was not a legitimate monopolising authority.
However, church rights were only important,
Because in those days God was the small talk;
The conversation point and heartfelt social cause,
Such that religion became the concern of the first clause.
The Charter let ordinary people become,
Individual citizens, equal human beings to the king;
Saved them from their position as submissive servants,
Made them represented, and eventually self-ruling.
It allowed for the charging of taxes,
To raise an army of representative citizens,
Fit for the job of fighting and controlling,
Rather than simply enlisting those who were just willing.
Individualism as a pejorative term,
First appeared in the 1830s from the Owenites;
John Stuart Mill fostered and influenced it greatly,
Such that it's now a non-negotiable fundamentality.
Political governance needs individualism,
Albeit not as much as the tories would say;
Existentialism succeeded it and is implied by it,
Because meaning is your call and not the monarchy’s play.
There were many more Charters after that,
And they all specified the ordinary persons right,
To a fair trial and to state justice yourself,
With your imprisonment being your prison officer’s fight.
Rights and liberties pre-exist their enforcement,
And the original Magna Carta admitted that stout;
Gave people their intrinsic worth as human beings,
Created a people-centred land of devolved clout.
Categories:
devolved, community, corruption, god, history,
Form:
Rhyme
The simplest of starts,
A decade of revolution,
When paternity and guidance drifted apart,
With leather jacket banners marked my breakout social intrusion,
To replace the sorrowful suits and camo bandannas,
Loathing the silver idols lining the streets peddling their new cause,
Of fire and brimstone raining down on the icy plains of Alaska,
Preaching patriotic mantras tinged with bloodthirsty cried to give you pause,
And consider the cozy live you've been living behind white picket bars,
So I heeded the call and traded in my wanderlust and dreams of diamond rings,
To take up arms for my country and its thirteen stars,
Earning my spot in the chorus of national anthems that the people sing,
Defending democracy and liberty at the point of a rifle,
Where upon my enthusiastic arrival my place had already been set,
Entrenched far from the front lines so as to avoid the true heat of battle,
Avoiding the burden of the iron skin worn by battle-hardened vets,
It was here in the pits that our intentions were made clear,
That our mission was a farce, our patriotism unfounded,
Our noble rescue mission to protect the free world that I held so dear,
Devolved into another rat face for resources upon which global tensions compounded,
A war so aimless in nature and fruitless in results,
A war for the freedom to choose death now or later,
A war never changing in purpose regardless of enemies killed or allies consulted,
A war that buried civilization inside a nuclear crater,
Emerging from my cryogenic time capsule, the sole remnant of American spirit,
I gaze upon my broken world and wonder, "was it all worth it?"
Categories:
devolved, grief, society, war,
Form:
Rhyme
BEYOND THE SNOWS OF WINTER
You go on ahead, my son,
I’ll catch up with you when the snow reaches the end of winter
You have your life to live and worlds to explore
Where you are headed I won’t be going
Maybe I will be there in spirit ensconced in your memory
But I will always have the memories we built
The many baseball games you played and starred
Do you recall, I was there for all of them?
There were many pitching practices behind our house
And at Moore Field chasing fly balls I hit to you
I’ll never forget the day we went to Dodger Stadium and saw
Fernando pitch that perfect no-hitter, remember?
I’ll never forget you practicing the piano
And how good you were becoming
The teacher said that with practice
You could become a really good pianist
Those days are in our past
But our story goes way back
The playful reality we enjoyed became a nightmare
And those wonderful memories lie in the dustbin of my memory
Our relationship devolved through the years
You're more distant now; a father-son past put away
Never to return, never to be mentioned
Life is not fair they say and it’s true
I only remember the good times of those days
Our many laughs and slurpees after games
And how you developed into a fine young man
To become a well respected professional attorney
I wish you continued success, my boy
That’s what you have always been to me, my precious child
My pride and joy; you remain so to this day
as you always will
My days have come and gone and I will leave you shortly
To reach that plateau of respite I direly need
To dwell beyond the snows of winter in my long sleep
Dreaming of what it was and what could have been
I sense Time anxiously counting the minutes, egging me on
The Specter with the scythe beckons with its bony digit
Vigilantly, patiently waiting for my spirit to let go
To join the ethereal collective
Categories:
devolved, father, father son, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Cursing and cutting bleeding and boiling
Undressed and undone...like a microscopic maggot now scorched in the sun
Strung out and strung up
Feasts of flesh...decomposing...devolved...deterioration
Anti-creation
Over the limit and over the line over the counter...my drug is to die
Gold unto giants and silver to swine
Drunk on divine...water to wine...dead end drives that lead to destruction
Evil eyes crying...soon dry...evaporation
Anti-creation
Saints get slaughtered when lambs turn into lions
Cold cash currency...now nobodies buying
Frozen in fires...fiends now frying
From the lost and the living to the dead and the dying
From fears to frustration...anger to annihilation
Anti-creation
Sewer mouth scapegoats are buried and burned by propaganda puppets
Red moon riders ride shooting stars
From the nuclear blaze a bad beast is born
Scarlet is sin...savage is scorn
Ripped and torn
Ravaged and tangled
Mangled by mutants...minions set to start a mass mutilation
Anti-creation
Categories:
devolved, bible, drug,
Form:
Blank verse
The Tempest of Poetry
- by Bob Atkinson
there blows in stiff wind
created by the word
an everlasting frozen
collection of nouns and verbs
like a whirlwind of change
these letters spell the thoughts
of minds evolved to think
and report facts back to boss
here, in an open world
where flies the dust of change
we find restitution
in words thus re-arranged
cannot give to the giver
much more than we have done
for in an underlying thought
he knows what we have spun
stories of our past
tales of our future deeds
garnishment of life
on all we can agree
freeze emotions for all time
let thoughts be translated then
into a world evolved from us
as simple mortal men
let them know all we were
let them like us some
let them know we tried our best
as we from danger run
let them see what we were
back when we were young
and how we gathered wisdom
when older we'd become
trade our sincerity
for that truth of which we knew
let them see our tears of pain
when success we couldn't view
hopefully they will exist
if we don't destroy their seed
for if we continue on this path
we'll be devolved by greed
Categories:
devolved, angst, journey, mythology, poems,
Form:
Quatrain
Graeme’s hero is Steven Gerrard,
That Liverpool and LA football player,
And has Cerebral Palsy. It was hard,
‘Cos doctors said he’d never blether.
He was prematurely delivered 1979,
But can now lift 3x his body weight.
For his 8th birthday his parents fine,
Bought him a horse, sports to date.
He studied at Beaumont College,
In Lancaster, where he got involved,
In CP sports competitions to wage,
His abilities and strength devolved.
Joining Chorley town Athletic Club,
He became determined to make it,
And in May 2012 Graeme did tub,
Taking silver, to sprint the Worlds fit.
Then in the London Games, Paras,
He won another silver to objectify,
His raw talent in the T36 100 metres,
In which he does his dreams solidify.
Categories:
devolved, body, health, motivation, race,
Form:
Quatrain
George Osborne’s Speech at the Conservative Party Conference 2015
Yesterday, on the 5th of October, Chancellor George Osborne said,
He was gonna give devolved powers to local councils dead;
He was gonna extend his hand to the many, the working people,
Who feel a desolation from Jeremy Corbyn’s socialist steeple.
He hit on a high note, a marketing gold, when he nobly exclaimed,
That the Conservative Party were builders fixing the roof, aimed:
Said that financial infrastructure needs checked whilst functional;
Compared the tories to builders, who have an agreement contractual.
Calling yourself builders by no means suggests you care for them,
Politics should be about giving certain benefits to not pre-condemn,
Like more time off for male parents and paid vacation holidays,
To say how much we appreciate these builders for their athletic abilities.
Do you think George is quietly angling to become Prime Minister?
His celebrity diet at the start of 2014 alludes to such a mister,
When he took to running in St James’s Park and around his home,
And now I'm wondering if 10 Downing Street he will one day roam.
Categories:
devolved, community, jobs, leadership, money,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
The DJ plays wrong songs
for greens
and blues,
blacks and browns,
yellows
and opaquely sacred matriarchal reds,
both natural
and spiritual
progressive parties too all-encompassing
to quickly divest
of octave ageless ending
beginning right with left footed again.
DJ
never learned to dance outdoors
naked
or even organically half-dressed
to impress,
To preach
devolved true meaning,
That pro-life
could not mean pro-death of leg-spread liberal mothers,
whether of their own freedom-loving will
or rapaciously patriarchal
repressing otherwise.
To ride RightMind waves
of cooperative
integral
holonic
MotherEarth primal relationship
revolving sacred DJ spin,
Earth's harmonic resonating song.
DJ left MotherEarth
and sanctity behind
To buy Her up and app,
and inappropriately sell Her
to the highest patriarchal bidder
buying passive market space
margins against Matriarchal
time resilient potential winners.
Quick gaming gains
deep darkly hidden chaos cash valued
exempt from environmental co-relationship
becoming an oxymoron
like capitalist intelligence.
DJ learned his Ego
is his ZeroZone
with no remaining outdoor cherished vision
for realistic Rainbow ReStoring Warriors
replaying LP progressive folk tunes
and stand up EarthRooting improv
for voters and investors
prepared to deeply listen
for outside health committed learning
democratic well-being
constitutional swearing
to spin out greener DJs
with 2020 revolutionary vision.
Categories:
devolved, culture, green, health, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
move me past
these words
stroke my face
as you transport me
on the tip of your
tongue, directed,
everywhere
there is nothing
but the fall
to your arms,
no softer
arc to land,
or port for
this storm
without you
I am mindless,
restless flesh,
twitching
an immitation
at life,
in the longing
of this separation
I have devolved
to a whisper
of darkness,
and as I pick
at the frayed
threads of shadow
I watch the stars,
ever dim
for I know
you, are not him
Categories:
devolved, lost love, mysterylonging, me,
Form:
Free verse