Best Dictated Poems
Just when twilight and dawn finally mesh
in the quiet passage of breaths released...
there in that moment, I witness
a thousand wishes dancing
through the shadows of my mind,
each and every one in the form of chiaroscuro
marked by restless eclipses black to white.
The yearning streaks of a journey
creating long and endless days
as season's rhythms cross the border
etched on zodiac whirls : a pathway dictated
by calibrated blows of a horn trilling spaces
in moments caught in the web of hours, to seize
glimpses held by ticks of banged pendulums.
I find myself wrapped tightly in spaces
that I can hardly breathe or pause--
when a traffic of former, present chapters
slices the glide offered by life
as chain-link of minutes quickly grinds
collecting people and milestones
along railways, while I desperately try
to escape the rising and falling by moon-sun,
endlessly bartering for more grace...
dear swinging time, you rob my " now"
through your eternal, impertinent ride.
Pendulum Of Time and Space Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Re-Posted 5/24/2017
Categories:
dictated, introspection, time,
Form:
Lyric
I would write a little poem
if I weren't a little gnome
Little gnomes have gnarled fingers
where no pen can ably linger
All my writing's done, you see
by my faithful secret'ry
For she's twice as large as I
nearly one foot one inch high
With dexterity so fine
she has written every line
that I've dictated so well
and I love the fragrant smell
of her perfume that I bought
'Tis a brand she long has sought
Far too costly it would be
on her meager salary
She's well paid in other ways
and so that is why she stays
You see, gnomes aren't very strong
but in bed we last quite long
Long enough for two or three
like my lovely secret'ry
And unlike a human male
my libido never fails
For long after man is done
I am still out having fun
But just like a man, 'tis true
even I must answer to
the main woman in my life
whom I deign to call my wife
And I dread the day when she
finds my secret'ry and me
in a passionate embrace
for of me they'll find no trace
And my elfin employee
will be just as dead as me
For my wife is fierce, you see
thanks to Irish ancestry
And she really is quite strong
being born a leprechaun
She is larger than both I
and my secret'ry combined
Two foot six of Celtic rage
she belongs inside a cage
But until that fateful day
I'll continue in my way
For 'tis really all I know
now it's off to bed I go
Categories:
dictated, humorous, mythology, romantic,
Form:
Rhyme
The Garden of Eden
Some people believe that the Garden of Eden
Was in Africa, Asia, Australia...not Sweden.
The presumed site of its location
Is assumed from the interpretation
Of which Good Book's being read…and who's doin' the readin'.
Noah
Noah's ark, neither yacht nor a sloop,
Was constructed to be one big animal coop.
On his crew It must have been a strain
That during forty days and nights of rain
To keep forking in fodder and scooping out poop.
It Ain't Necessarily So
Pious people are prone to become agitated
When agnostics assess their belief's overrated,
And the words that they're liable
To find in the Bible
By mere men were created, not divinely dictated.
Categories:
dictated, bible, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Our justice system is far from perfect, but it is what we’ve got
Just because you break the law, doesn’t mean you deserve to die or get shot
This is the United States of America, we are not a third world nation
If you don’t live here, then we are not interested in your negative summation
We have good cops and bad cops, good black and white and bad
We also have our fair share of good fathers and deadbeat dads
Evil is not dictated by a uniform, or the color of your skin
We know exactly where we are at and where we have been
We are the strongest on this planet, second only to God
So, if you have a big mouth, keep it shut and be careful of how you trod
We have our way of doing things that may or may not make much sense
But we will get the job done, whether its Biden and Kamala or Trump and Pence
We are Americans, you better recognize
You can choose to be our enemy, or one of our allies
Categories:
dictated, america, patriotic,
Form:
Rhyme
As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.
As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history was packed in roots,
armed with psalms in measured cadences,
the Orator soothed kings and chiefs.
As words of our ancestors oiled and pampered
by prophesies of aging oracles, songs of lovers
and monotonous chants of old men...slithered
into hiding while physical wars waged, succinctly
the Orator proclaimed the heroic pursuits of warriors.
As words, precision in recitation of kinship ties
craftily sewn by political machinations of unions
vital for survival of race waltzing in purity of blue
when blood flowed thru veins of aging rocks as
the Orator cemented pacts chanting tribal honorifics.
As words, imageries of sky bursting, moon phasing sunsets pertaining to legends of my village heroes,
sweet nectars that put rhythm in his art of tongues
inspired by fruits from my garden, mine own words
the Orator in action, was he infringing my copyright?
As words, our heritage orally passed down in poetry,
set imageries prohibiting meddling with sources,
set quotations where time absolved breaches of patent,
plagiarism, for traditions dictated that the word be
secured in a cocoon of oratory ferried down the ages
by the dynamics of cultural rites and rituals.
the Orator, blessed not only as the spiritual Vessel
...but now deemed as the Spoken Word incarnate.
Categories:
dictated, art,
Form:
Spoken Word
New never is...
(Charles Wood)
We are but voyeurs,
peering through the iris
of the painter’s eye’s recording
details of a scene
not meant for sharing,
when wealth and power
are kith and kin
of the common man,
and rank hath neither
meaning nor memory
or power over
the passions,
the needs of youth,
the sway of love,
the slip of flesh on flesh,
the scent of earth,
the consequence.
Do you not feel the crackle of
fear and violence,
smell as I do
shame and desperation,
comprehend the role of
each of the players
by the masks they wear?
Imagine if you will
the hours sure to follow:
the actions dictated by convention;
the disregarded pleas;
the assignment of blame;
the mean whispers;
the banishment;
the unchangeable fortunes.
If only it were true
that love will triumph
instead of being mere
frayed threads of duty.
At last the artist looks away
from the unfortunate scene,
quelling memories
far too close for comfort.
For Isaiah Zerbst’s contest.
Categories:
dictated, love,
Form:
Free verse
Birdpeople, they fly. birdpeople they glide. you wont see them. they live in the trees, watching you breath and breed. Those nasty human beings. doesn't this world belong to everything?
dictated by Jason Scogin.
Categories:
dictated, animal, bird, flying, humanity,
Form:
My love has gone to a distant dawn
For the stars only come out at night
In a soulful song my will pulls along
Whispers weeping in the moonlight
My love evaporated as I have waited
For the stars only come out at night
My love deflated as heaven dictated
For I have truly tried with all my might
My love a silhouette as shadows forget
For the stars only come out at night
Love’s dying duet we’ve become offset
Two soaring doves in a different flight
My love abandoned a sorrow branded
For the stars only come out at night
The tears I’m handed deeply saddened
And vanquishing flames try to ignite
My love is jarred and forever barred
For the stars only come out at night
Love is scarred for I’ve battled hard
For the stars cry on this starry nite.
This was written in July...was saving it for such an occasion...this is the first time posting of this poem.
I would also like to dedicate this poem to my friend...Connie Marcum Wong...not because she cry's when the stars come out at night lol...because she is a beautiful enlightened soul...and I thank her very much for her support, along with others...but for now, just her lol...thank you, Connie...
July/31/2017
Best rhyming poem May-July 2017
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
dictated, love, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
to be so far apart
in so many different ways
brings a hunger to my heart
a sorrow to my soul.
'twas fate dictated our destinies
that we were to be starcrossed
in love.
bittersweet is our portion,
though we did fleetingly taste
of intimacy's pleasures.
that is the one memory we can cling to
like the shipwrecked Odysseus
clutching at a spar.
you have lived locked
in a loveless union too long.
we were drawn together too late
by a force momentarily
too strong to resist.
thus did nature play
its cruel,insensitive trick.
Categories:
dictated, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Many blessings we are given.
Some of us receive more of some blessings
than we do of others.
However, there is one blessing
which needs to be equal for all.
It includes the basic human freedoms
which are even called “God-given,”
but are they really equal for us all?
So important for the world is freedom
that it was foremost in the minds
of the Founding Fathers who wrote the Constitution,
an inspired document that influenced
the course of history for many nations to follow.
It’s true that only the white man benefited
from all those freedoms in the beginning,
but throughout time, and with the struggle of brave souls
who sought total equality,
in the world today, those of us in the free world
are supposedly guaranteed our human rights
regardless of gender, race, or creed.
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Even just until the last century,
freedoms had not been won for all
even though for years they’d been
burgeoning across the planet.
Sadly, however, more than half the world
still is not completely free.
Women suffer most of all for this
as also do the impoverished
and those whose belief systems do not
match those of the majority.
Wars have been fought in the name of freedom.
Blood of the brave has been spilled countless times for it,
yet even today in the so-called “civilized” world,
freedom for all is but a dream for many.
Can those not allowed to speak their own minds be happy?
Can those for whom what they do with their lives
is being dictated to them still be happy? Possibly!
But I know that if my very thoughts were disallowed
to be spoken, I would feel miserable.
Even today, censorship is forming new storm clouds
on our horizons.
We who already enjoy our basic human rights
cannot allow ourselves to lose the freedoms
that set us apart from the parts of the world
whose citizens would give anything to be like us.
Never can we allow our precious freedoms to vanish.
Without our dreams or the ability to make them happen,
we cannot be the people God intended for us all to be.
Freedom matters and high is freedom’s cost.
Please fight to keep the freedom
that rightfully is yours, for it’s your best blessing.
Nov. 16, 2022
Entered to Joe Maverick's Freedom Piub Poetry Contest
Categories:
dictated, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
Last night I had a dream
to give to you this song I'd sing
Tho on my mind was someone else
But there were you from off my shelf
So here I am to write to you
that poetry so long overdue
The walls of life were
so high and wide
But feelings are emotions
dictated by the eye's
The dragons that guarded
your tower so high
Responsibility and honor
were reasons to hide
Yet even now
those feelings they stayed
forever in my heart
the beauty it weighs
The eye's, the hair,
and guiltless tones
No reason was ever given
to leave you alone
Never in your actions
would harm I'd see
No rumors infractions
almost sin free
A lasting attraction
you'd always be
Little girls play with dolls
And in a way boys do too
Countless were days and nights
my doll would be you
But always in reality
I could never persue
That higher class fatality
inner feeling I saw as you
In a sad existance
shyness always reigns
Your nothing but a pauper
To a princess your just a stain
But here I am now
with feeling I've not outgrown
I imagin now we both know these feelings
I've only slightly shown
This morning I'd sing you a song
I meant for someone else
But instead I write this poetry
for this reality is myself
She might be my today
But you'll always be my tommarow
And it's a fact that I cant hide
what God see's as my sorrow
Categories:
dictated, angst, crush, love,
Form:
Rhyme
tormented by an entity attachment
maybe it is black magic or maybe not
find out where within us lies the weakness
that finds us in the demons clutches caught
perhaps an advanced medium can exorcise
the Frankenstein we have by fear created
but at end of days it’s really up to us
not to be by delusion dictated
Categories:
dictated, courage, evil, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: October 23, 2023,
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A staunch surrender in a twilight embrace.
My mind is a hammock, swaying in the space.
Dictated dream and lingering shadow.
Petal radiance with an evanescent shallow.
A passion fragrance, an aroma elixir.
A dulcet mellifluous flavor floods flicker
My heart's cynosure, an angelic sanitorium.
With lissome poise, a sublime emporium.
In the depths of my soul, a radiance glows,
Scattering impressions as the wind blows.
Reminisce on the whispers of crumpled stars,
Silently sprinkled across the night's memoirs.
Emollient whispers of a forbidden dance,
Furtive and fleeting, a forbidden glance.
I fear the allure of this elixir spell,
Yet the felicity it brings, I cannot quell.
The flavor of surrender, fraught with desire,
A taste of ecstasy, a blazing fire.
Akin to fugacity, it lingers on my tongue,
A fleeting moment, yet forever young.
Categories:
dictated, appreciation, beauty, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Statistics show an epidemic
A problem at hand
the statistics are looking at me.
They say that my education is an unattainable, unfathomable, distant goal
That a life on the streets is the farthest I will ever go.
They say that my qualifications will limit my achievements,
They say I will be a never-ending victim of the streets,
Healed only by the dosage of incarceration
They say that I will desert the very ones I love and live a life
full of emptiness.
They say this is my destiny.
I refuse.
I refuse to molded by the world around me.
I refuse to yield to the expectations set before me to fail.
I refuse to limit my potential
I refuse to be the statistic’s advocate and follow its path to death and destruction.
I refuse to live my life dictated by the very one’s trying to destroying it.
I refuse to abandon this present journey I endure in breaking the stereotype,
which will end only when my children can enter this world, not having their lives
pre-
destined by it, but by following the path set forth by God.
I refuse to be my father,
Whoever he was?????
Categories:
dictated, inspirational, education, life,
Form:
Free verse
*
The American Heritage Medical Dictionary
defines "Psychopath" in the following category;
"A person with an antisocial personality disorder,
especially one manifested in perverted, criminal or amoral behavior."
*
The following is in response to the above anonymously
from one who displays key symptoms of Psychopathy.
*
Misunderstood
I'm not prone to violence,
but I have no conscience.
I'm aware of happiness, saddness and every emotion,
but I lack the ability to feel any of them.
Every smile and tear I display I always fake.
I study the behaviour of others and assimilate,
but not so much as a conscious deception.
I'm just desperatly attempting to fit in.
My world is one of me surrounded by alians
whose lives are apparently dictated by their emotions.
I cannot make a connection with any of them
and so I live most of my life in isolation.
I have lost my share of so called loved ones
but I never for a moment grieved for any of them.
One cannot grieve when one does not know emotion.
I have an accurate awareness of what is right and wrong
Like so many I strive to be good. I want to belong,
but I'll never know what it feels like to love, cry or laugh,
and I too have been diagnosed a psychopath.
*
Categories:
dictated, people,
Form:
Rhyme