Best Disallow Poems
DECLARATIONS OF A SOCIAL SCIENTIST
Indeed, I am that Poet and know it.
Just in transition to a more enriched poetry form.
I want to talk about life, politics, and religion.
Maybe not simultaneously, but how I am feeling today.
I tell you life isn't a bowl of cherries.
I am not harvesting berries.
I live a vivacious existence.
I nature walk and take beautiful pictures.
I thrive in my leisure time.
Even more so, I work until my mind unwinds.
I am just a thrill seeker but not an extremist.
I am an illustration of well-being.
In fact, I am striving for better physical dexterity.
In all, my body desires more agility.
To eradicate the clumsiness,
My ability to monitor my own quickness is propensity depleted.
My mind, body, and spirit have superseded.
Oh, I am told that it is all right to be big headed.
Of course, gloating is good for your inner being.
Dwindling is not something I will let occur.
I am the booster of morale.
Be assured that I am there for others who seek a physiological mental form.
Do I appear to be titivated?
I am what I have stated.
Doubtlessly, there will be jealousy.
Without doubt, they will envy me.
Undoubtedly, this will not hinder.
I have overcome obstacles since the being of my existence.
Liberated from birth via a nation of government, I am free.
I can wave my hand and be seen.
I can stand up for what is right.
I can ignite the political fire.
I can educate my mind to genius.
I can defeat enmity.
Negativity may come but I disallow it to be a formula.
I am abreast.
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Penned on October 31, 2014!
For Timothy Lee
Breathe in promised peace, Darling One – feel its ease, with heart try,
and know, as clouds never lose sky, there shall always be you and I.
In the lonely of lying, stilled-silence, disallow and
deny its hiss, then recall all my love insists:
I will ever still gild spaces in your mind
and you, the best traces inside my time.
Endurance in my love’s caress for you
is permanently ink-coursed in love’s verse.
My love for you lives in love’s eternal rhyme
and yours, for me, in its prose filled lines.
This life is but one variety portion of the
entirety in our love’s force for absorbing.
Until we again physically reunite,
I ask to bliss-feel your blown kiss each night.
Though varied skies must be, Darling One – remember, by and by,
still remains a sky of abiding air, just as fate retains soulmates paired.
That was Then, and This is Now
In the crypt of our loves memory, we danced so free,
Our romance, a cursed flame, burned with spectral glow.
But secrets, whispers from the damned, you see,
Now haunt this desolate heart with bitter, icy woe.
Thy deceitful touch, a venomous bite, I now know,
That hath passed from then, to now.
Thy laughter once, a haunting dirge so sweet,
Our dreams of an eternal union, pure and true.
But lies now stain the sacred vows we'd greet,
And trust, like a shattered vase, lies strewn askew.
Thy beloved promises now broken, I avow,
That hath passed from then, to now.
The poison upon thy lips, the accursed kiss still stings,
Each deceitful syllable, a phantom’s scream, tears my soul.
In the pit of despair, echoes of love's anthem rings,
Now consumed by the lies that devour it whole.
Thy pleas for moral absolution, I disallow,
That hath passed from then, to now.
As the raven of betrayal seeks to amend its weary prey,
Thy sharp talons, ripping out my heart's core.
Once deemed invincible, our love, now rent in disarray,
Drifting further apart, forevermore.
No longer shall I heed thy entreaties, in sorrow we shall bow,
That hath passed from then, to now.
Memories of our cursed love, linger in the mist,
I'll forge ahead, embracing the darkness that we sow.
For in the ruins of our buried love, lost to a fateful tryst,
The price of your betrayal, in blood, I shall bestow.
Thus, that hath been us then, and this is I now!
TODAY’S WOMAN
A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We sing our songs while we take on the world.
We continue to overwhelm ourselves.
When we know anything, we have achieved success.
This is a formidable woman’s road map.
The lines she follows gets her there.
Intense in thought and with mind involved she forms the stratagem.
Her purpose is to inform the world.
Her future is, therefore, passed on to next baby girl.
Imminence is still yet to come.
Unless the world is in a formation discovery, we are backward spiraling.
The diffident disguises our lack of unity.
How obtrusive we are.
A conspiracy is inferred.
Reticent is unreserved.
We are a political powerhouse that must be robust.
We as women are the conditions of our home front.
We must disallow polluted waters from the wounds that bleed.
We must not be garrulous in our activism.
Cagey old women we will become.
When there is a reason, we must step-to-the-cause,
Insofar as our souls and spirit are intertwined,
As we segment, we can inspire all women to intermingle for support of universal health where women help each other to move forward.
For those aforementioned, our draft has been self-possessed.
We are women of potential acclimatization to invigorate, innovate, and to inform.
We are tomorrow and the future forthcoming.
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Penned June 07, 2015!
Playing soccer as kids for their very first time,
he only five and she just turned six.
She simply looks his way,
and the ball is passed without any tricks.
The other lads look on in disbelief,
as the passes are abundant.
Not a word between them, just quick looks and fleeting smiles,
Nothing is redundant.
They attend different schools,
their acquaintance is brief.
His hazel green eyes remain in her memory,
without any relief.
Years later an opposing cheerleader looks familiar,
at a college football game.
When tackled on the visitor’s side,
his eyes look up, rekindling a flame.
He passes out, then graduates,
Taking a job in the city.
They almost meet again, on a blind date,
but the fates disallow, such the pity.
In a grand hotel, she stands beautifully in a wedding dress,
as a groom looks on lovingly, eyes burning.
She daydreams of another pair of eyes,
contemplating an old yearning.
She runs, preempting the ceremony,
leaving audience in shock and dismay.
No meeting of soulful hearts this time,
this day.
Years later still, a pleasant voice calls for help
while fishing a stream in the wild.
He responds with net at the ready,
only to find a familiar, great smile.
As he nets the fish, their eyes lock,
and she says thanks for the assist.
His heart thumps loudly within his chest,
It’s nothing really, it’s a trophy not to be missed.
She hesitates, have we met ?
I have the strongest feeling of déjà vu.
Regaining composure he says, maybe, but ..
I think I’d remember you.
Minutes later they sit chatting away,
like kids who’ve just met.
Their souls seem older though,
and linked in a way neither will soon forget.
Racism
A word chosen from prejudice,
Something meant to seperate.
A word so complexed it serves no justice,
For its root is love's hate.
It has the meaning to divide the mind,
Just as its divided us through time.
Generation by generation it shows its face,
So to destory the lovers of faith and grace.
Its the profiler of colorless hate,
Denying those their proper fate.
Eliminating the will of others,
Causing one to disallow further.
Racism has no partner or friend,
It always plots to the bitter end.
From land to land it spreads
Like a weed it moves till things are dead.
Its a blackness that seals,
Making promises and bad deals.
Overspreading a man's will to fight,
Taking an taking with its genocodial might.
Racism provides no morals or support
For its gender is white/black consotrs.
And when rebillion marches against its will,
It finers new ways to legally kill.
Killing those who defy its plan,
Confining them for taking the stand.
Yet the power of racism are but heard,
For its useage is but a simple word.
ELAN VITAL
A political change is needed today.
A new form of government to disallow pluralism.
Something that controls structure when the need arises.
A formula that states what is known is our rite.
Militant Communism is the idiom found.
A strengthen home front and a mind defined.
That one that states we control our people now, but only when the control is for refinement.
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Written April 11, 2016!
Normal world soar!
Go ahead be who you are.
See yourself through your needs, wants, and desires.
Never be ashamed when you are right letting no one take your fight.
The world is shaped by its means.
The dreams we have are our schemes.
I just diagnosed why he or she does not succeed.
We let people beat when we should not be defeated.
Creation instills right or wrong.
To be vulnerable informs the mind.
Strong is the man that climbed, when he had fallen so many times.
His back bother him therein.
Do you know this man climbed again!
He peaked the highest mountain known.
When he reached the top, his soul aglow.
No one will ever defeat his purpose.
He climbed and he climbed for inner glory.
Go ahead be who you are.
Let no obstacle be a stumbling block.
Stride and decide how far you want to go.
Your essence is your soul.
Foundation has scaffold, thus far.
When you felt weak, you stood.
The wind blew so hard.
However, you stood.
Demoralization came from everywhere.
Your mind was confused, but you became conflicted.
That was so intelligent.
You defeated what wanted your downward spiraling.
Go ahead believe in self.
You are who you are - nothing else.
Thank the torch and make your mark.
Disallow the fire to burn.
Win your needs, wants, and desires.
Soar!
Normal World, soar!
Username: Verlena
Pseudonym: Oblivion Dark Sunshine
Motif: Self-worth
There you are you sweetie pie.
You are the apple of my eye.
Such insight you have, you know the score,
'Cause you've been there and done that, whatever before.
You are so smart, much more so than most,
And you'll let us all know it but you never boast.
You're a master of every conversation,
Economy, Religion, Education,
Politics your area of expertise,
You regale us for hours and hours with ease.
No one need offer to give a conjecture,
No matter the topic, you are the director.
You'll push your opinion down everyone's throat.
Sometimes I wish you had a remote,
So I could at least turn you off now and then,
To disagree with you you think is a sin.
Sweetie you need to relax, take a breath.
Chill out for a moment and give it a rest.
Folks are more wont to listen to you,
When you don't give a lecture, let them speak too.
You aren't the only one with thoughts in your head,
And others have things that need to be said.
Light conversation is good and should be,
And we don't want to fight if we just disagree.
So say what you want and just let it be.
Don't rant, rave and preach, drive me out of my tree.
You have your opinions and I have mine,
And to disallow my opinions is most unkind.
I hated myself for
disgracing myself more than I should,
I looked upon everything under the sun with jaundiced eyes,
and even tried to ignore long established ethical standards
that of the foundation for existence of human society—it doesn’t matter if it’s of a certain nation or society; religious group; civilization, tribal traditions or history.
I wonder where this negative mindset came from,
and why I am so biased of everything surrounding me
and walk dragging baggage of those contorted ideas on the ground.
In fact, a woman who looks more villainous and uglier than Medusa
wrapped in gaudy attire trimmed with vulgar accessories dances under sparkling light shaking her odious body like mad and she looks so pathetic that tears stand in my eyes. A man who looks more grotesque and frightening than the gargoyles of Notre Dame walks with great strides under the bright sun throwing out his breast but I cannot conceive the rationale for the pride of that ugly man,
my unconscious mind becomes accustomed to disallow
everything I see anywhere at all.
I hate myself because I should be unconcerned with the corrupt world matters and accept the world as it is for life is as such, yet, whatever reason that may be, I couldn’t accept the world as it is.
Although I know the word compromise very well,
I distort the meaning of it and interprete as submission
and regard assent as a synonym of subordination
I wonder why my thought became twisted thus far
and that is why I feel miserable, and think myself not, though I am.
My BELOVED...how did I find
a suture to my soul and mind-
our eyes first met I was so blind,
offered a gracious heart, so kind.
Before romance love was defined,
I swear the Lord had it designed.
Our souls and hearts became entwined,
now we’re passion and trust combined-
before death takes me please remind
me that our love outweighs mankind.
I can’t resist your sweet embrace,
you tenderly caress my face.
You stole my heart without a trace,
our love soars throughout time and space.
Please gently remove my white lace;
o, take me to our sacred place.
Let’s take this at a slower pace;
you are my addiction, (my chase).
You treat me with adoring grace,
love making release…just in case.
I promise to love only you-
throughout the years, oh how we grew.
Please take my hand let’s say I do,
and have some babies, one or two!
I’ll whisper love’s secret so true.
You walked in my life right on queue;
I’ll bring you joy when you are blue,
we’ll make some magic all night through.
For great men like you there are few-
tonight your silhouette I drew.
Believe me when I state my vow,
you love me so- I wonder how.
As you tenderly wisp my brow
with soul and desire, (I’ll allow).
Ask when I need you, I'll state now,
sweet adoration I’ll endow.
They wonder who I love, it’s thou,
you promised you won’t disavow.
You are my king I’ll always bow,
and so darn handsome, I think “WOW!”
I’ll walk beside you not behind,
love's true guarantee has been signed.
Your love I shall never replace,
I’ll never treat you with disgrace.
Memories of kisses you blew,
you’re love I’ll never misconstrue.
In death, I’ll keep living somehow,
your touch I'll never disallow.
For you’re God’s greatest creation…
I swear love and dedication.
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Form: "LUDix-rym"
5 rhyming stanzas- 10 lines per stanza
8 syllables in each line
Rhyme Scheme:
Stanza 1 - a x 10
Stanza 2 - b x 10
Stanza 3 - c x 10
Stanza 4 - d x 10
Stanza 5 - aabbccddee
Date written - November 3, 2016
Judged - October 6, 2019
N-A rerun 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - John Hamilton
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Lament Of A Fallen Peaceful Warrior
Dreamt as I hover amongst the distant stars I never existed
No hands or feet or words of regret discernibly heard or said
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Wisdom in absence fail to disallow peace to vanish in thin air
Frenzied voices roar aloud while impregnable walls shattered
In clandestine dungeons hidden tears accrued to gun powder
Explodes like thunder for promises of love eventually faltered
Most chauvinistic of senses heart of virtuousness admonishes
Bares distended egos of men claiming their cruelest conquest
Power and greed and envy amass even in gravity free spaces
Truly mesmerized by immoral desire to suffocate the weakest
Tried to escape bloody scenes of war which makes skin quiver
Restraining enduring wrath for revenge to punish the evil doer
Beneath burial ground where cold eroding bones in solitude be
Justice shifting dark to light these eyes are not destined to see
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Within this endless void I aimlessly probe for ultimate meaning
An impalpable force caresses this lost spirit crying for the living
Penned: 06/16/2022
8:44 p.m.
Aboard cruise liner:
Rhapsody Of the Seas
Cruising the Mediterranean
One day I heard a knock
Or more a rapid tap upon my door.
It brought me not acute alarm,
For it was noonday by the clock
And noontime rarely brings one harm,
So with my midday tea I crossed the floor.
I took a cautious look,
Through entryway devices in the wall
Known only by my spouse and I
And were well hidden in the nook
Where unseen eyes allow no lie
From ill-willed strangers who might choose to call.
When I peeked out this day
I gazed upon a rather portly man
Of middle years and fine attire.
A well bred man one then could say
But said today they'd be a liar;
No "well bred man" this man of darker plan!
I opened wide my door of oak
Which as it hung weighed over half a ton.
But physics did allow that weight
And we've had not a single bloke
To realign the door to this estate;
When intellect's applied the job gets done.
This stranger stiffened straight
Then from his waist he gave a courtly bow.
I smiled at him and said "come in"
And little did he hesitate
Before his rotund body pushed within
Without a pause or cause to disallow.
I turned to see his rear
Still moving deeper through my sacred place.
I heard myself let loose a shout
Which was a shout no doubt of fear
Of what this stranger was about
And why this rude intrusion of my space?
NIMBY
I have a penchant for nature
Sacrosanct
As I mature it grows
Paramount
A proclivity toward the conception of the attributes of my affection
Life, animation, progenitor, the essence of
Vivacity
Conveys its invioble existence in the plethora of ways it still
Survives
Nature does not refuse, disallow or reject,
but keeps flourishing despite those who try to bring about its demise…In spite of destruction, disaster and neglect
Its integrity is not ambiguous, never disguised as a recusant, Contentious Objector
My beguiler is as simple as a
Tree
My choice for serenity
Never a frenemy…Not In My Back Yard
Sunshine Williams
There was a man named Rob Ford,
He ran Etobicoke Ward.
Now that he’s mayor,
He still can’t play fair,
Waging a political war.
Our whole fortune’s fee cannot pay,
For those pills you’ve put away.
Weight loss is a scam,
Your scale’s in a jam.
Just leave your office, okay?
Buses rarely have delays,
Just give Karen Stintz her way.
Underground is bad,
Makes us riders mad.
Just leave your office today!
“No bike lanes on roads!” you vow.
Same-sex marriage you’ll disallow.
Those rules you conceive,
Make you seem naïve.
Just leave your office. Right now!
Your platform promises more.
“Cut taxes!” “Build homes!” you swore.
Your dreams are unreal,
Your plans not ideal.
Come now, I’ll show you the door.
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