Best Disallowed Poems
"Fragments and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces"
John Ruskin 1853
Having lived with our Mom in Sydney for six months
Federal Police returned us to live with our father
He had begun working as the art teacher
at a small Christian school in Tasmania
He and other staff members lived at the school.
I was 8, my sister 6. Geneva was experimental then.
Elementary students were taught together in one hall.
Desks divided from next, talk was completely disallowed.
An American curriculum called ACE was adhered to.
As the art teacher's daughter, naturally I washed all the brushes.
Three utterances compiled in class per day earned detention.
Despite it being 1991, rulers whapped knuckles on occasion.
Cherished butterfly catching buddy, best friend, Penny
Fed apples from ample pile to fence wire necked horses
Dawn saluting dairy sold milk for locals, chapel on site
Peers lived a wall away, an idyllic community lifestyle
Generally, three afternoons per week, my father took
My sister on playground, shopping outings.
I stayed home. Instructed not to go outside.
Staff's children grassy antics gazed at through glass.
I ate vitamin c tablets by the dozen, and scrapings of butter.
A staff member bought all our groceries from a limited list.
I sang for company. There was no radio or TV.
My Dad and sister returned at nightfall. Chewing on sweets.
Alone in the house, I imaged it was a cruising ocean vessel
I sailed down the dim driveway, swamped by giant pines
I took apples, a cow, a Bible, pencils for sketching horses
Sailing on jaunty sun hugged foliage, I was captain
'Geneva Has Evolved'
Constance La France
All The Little Pieces Contest
25th August 2020
Lonely
When wandering alone away from crowds
I find it most soothing watching high clouds
Fascinating as they meander by
An outdoorsy movie held in the sky.
Only the lonely discern why we cry
We're sadly lonesome is the reason why
It’s well known that puffy eyed clouds cry too
They cry because desolated folk do.
Once upon a high cloud I was dreaming
Faraway from swarms of folk appearing
A dazzling castle was there on the cloud
With music and dancing, tears disallowed.
Over the rainbow Prince Charming came by
To claim his Princess right there in the sky
Venus the bright shining Goddess of love
Waved her magic dust o’er the night for us.
Angels came from somewhere, it was so grand
Dancing to an entranced castle dance band
We waltzed in the moonlight amongst the stars
Did a galaxy jig with planet Mars.
Too soon we were out of allotted time
At stroke of midnight bells began to chime
My Prince then got down on his bended knee
And began sweetly proposing to me.
Suddenly there was an almighty flash
The cloud it crashed and the castle collapsed
My dream disappeared into forever
Flown off to the land of Never, Never.
I woke to find myself sad and lonely
My dream cloud had been only boloney.
15th September 2021
''L'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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Meet me at the same place
Just for one last time
There's nothing left to lose now
For you were never mine
I tried to speak the words
I was to terrified to say
Seems I was right to fear
You've already turned away
You knew that I'd be angry
Disallowed me to react
Responding to the fiction
Without hearing the fact
And if I really know you
I know when you chose to walk
You left a space wide open
To encourage me to talk
So I spoke the words I promised
That would never never my mouth
Because I believe that closure
Shouldn't hold a trace of doubt
I wanted you to know that
Every 'Love Ya' that I wrote
Was just some smoke and mirrors
For the real words gripped my throat
But now there's no prevention
The worst already walked through
I'm not afraid to tell you now
I think I've always loved you.
PoetNaveed ©
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.
.
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
Faithful companion, Caradog, without necessity
Habitat fed his needs, our bond rapidly developed
Fierce competent hunter amazingly adopted me
Heritage unable to continue, thylacine near relic
Decision to keep him secret was tumult traumatic
Exploited Tiger captured disallowed me to have it
Slender sniff nuzzled friend was a multitude more
Central to my craft's formation, carved wood replica
Tangible muse renews value in sculpting his form
Task of inspiration shed sparks of reaching fire
From my lantern lit table, I intently watched him rise
Stilt like legs stretched, striped yellow rump lifted
Nudged me with gentle nose, wild must be a guise!
Trusting eyes knew domesticity, my heart pilfered
So we walked, accepted man beside marsupial beast
Sharp snout pointed urgently when he detected a meal
Several rats equalled daily quota, Caradog's appease
Showed me hidden nooks, I couldn't figure the appeal
Of providing his secrets, perhaps to dispel theories
Population still existed, a duty he felt was obligatory
Already running in my long local veins, knowledge
Caradog was the final egsample, the last battler
Of a fine Australian species, sadly now abolished
Persistent development trampling their chattels
Option to turn him in to rangers, on my doorstep
Final thylacine female despondent and beyond it
Zoo tourist captivity would instill Caradog torture
Days spent free, ferocious mate bore my fondness
( Last live Thylacine held in Tasmania, 1933 )
* Convincing Thylosene on poems below this,
the prequel to this story
9th August 2020
Art in all forms
has a certain freedom
disallowed elsewhere;
though art does not
become art
without artful care –
Art cannot be entirely
loose – recklessly scattered
nor restrictively obtuse –
(never obviously defined
by its implements –
though no blossom
can blossom, if rejecting
all rudiments….
we have standard
tools to poke and kneed;
if wind the protagonist
we blow at the reed –
if the point a sharp object
we jab and bleed –
for no art comes without
its blessing and injury –
Well, here I am sitting on the golf course
Watching the fireworks display overhead
Yes, I know I'm not as big as a horse
But at least one golfer I have misled
“Kerplunk" came the ball, bouncing off my shell
Casting it deep in the adjoining woods
That’s when I heard someone yell, “Mulligan”
They ran toward the golfer like a band of hoods
I was wondering how they knew my name
As they all ran toward the errant golf ball
And then banished the golfer from their game
Without asking if my shell had been mauled
There’s much food to be found on the golf course
So I still traverse many a fairway
But it never ceases to surprise me
How my name’s called when e’er balls go astray
Luckily my shell is hard as granite
Golf ball injuries I never sustain
So my Mulligan family moved here
Friendly golfers already know our name
Wikipedia definition of "Mulligan" - In golf, a mulligan is a stroke that is replayed from the spot of the previous stroke without penalty, due to an errant shot made on the previous stroke. The result is, as the hole is played and scored, as if the first errant shot had never been made. This practice is disallowed entirely by strict rules and players who attempt it or agree to let it happen may be disqualified from sanctioned competitions.
MAXIMILLIAN
I am about to take a trip into the lens of thought.
I am going to magnify the face to be.
Sometimes it may be pretty as ugly goes.
Otherwise, it is an ugly feature.
This journey I am partaking is sociologically constructed.
It defines why the world is stuck on stupid.
Nothing more than you being more refined than me.
I see you are a masterpiece.
Expeditious I am.
In search of new populations, I travel the Pacific.
Indigenous people are there to discover.
I will not trip when I see a different sister and brother.
This crossing must be made in this day and age.
Excursion digress to acumen investigated.
Natives of new country longing to be unearth.
I am in quest for a difference in the universe.
Toddling to not be a todd,
I will ramble the Eastern and Western hemispheres.
As the explorers did long ago, by vessel I go.
From East Pacific to West, I look for what is there.
I imagine only reptiles and amphibians in the East and water mammals sunbathing in the West.
This is a knowledge quest endeavoring.
If I do discover indigenous people,
I will be very cautious to not assume their normality.
Embracing their difference, if I am allowed.
How long I am there, who knows?
I came to educate and inspire.
Through my navigation system, I will share out.
If a signal is not given, I am disallowed.
Therefore, will I return to my home land, is question to ponder.
Insofar as I sally forth imagism via looking through the lens of thought,
Expeditious is my cognizance, as I trudge forward for gen, the world is a brilliant place to be within.
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PENNED ON JANUARY 09, 2015!
Red Squirrel
Early morning sunlight,
Serenity and peaceful dawn,
Alone ‘cept the company of Songbirds,
Red Squirrel appears to yawn.
Woodland path, springtime dell,
Away from the madding crowd,
Natures world of spirituality,
Chaos here forbidden and disallowed.
Prissy to say Magical Forest,
But it’s true, joy on Earth right here.
Leaving behind 21st Century madness,
This life so far and yet so near.
N otice me when I am in a mood to
E valuate my every move!
V oice your opinion to
E scape the wrongdoing.
R eality is never given to you.
A nswers are forthcoming when you are proactive.
L itmus the acidity of recourse and the
W iser you will become.
A bsolute your environment to factive and
Y our essence is known.
S earch always the tractive shown.
S ort a basis of emotions to the depth of despair.
O rder everyone to treat each other fairly.
M ix up is disallowed.
E ffort illuminates good-well profound.
I ntense are your sentiments to unity
M agnified by your desire to be free and not just
E nthusiasms seen.
S ometimes are not a part of equanimity.
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Written 02/08/2016 in two forms Free Verse & Acrostic!
"American Montra" Made Dyce"You Can:t be Syrus"
Dantresser submit to his "Dragonhamner" Claw
At 7:05 in Quebec to become the Canadian heavyweight Champion.
Visiting stars from China and Angola were
Presented awards from the international
Busy fund, Handsome Stan Kuerer took exception
To the event, and challenged the Visitors
To a tag match against he, and a partner
Of his choosing,the visters excepted
And the Promter of the region disallowed
The Handsome Stan Kuerer to team with
His fellow stable mate And order
Him to team with Asu Amoriz "the Tention
Senncion". The match ended @12:01
When. Asu pinned the China national champion
Following an off the toprope belly to belly..
The official time of the bout has been disputed due to the edited footage, that started prior to the official beganning referee BigDaddy Fritez didn't enter the ring until 1:56, this means the official time for the bout is 9:01.
[A] DONE DEAL
[A] defeated disgusting man this is.
Disallowed defense because of his disease.
[A] Done deal to compete with the Dogs!
Distribute dinner to him as a better eat of hog maws.
Do not deliberate this as a lost.
[A] Done Deal depletes the prognosis.
Dis Dell do.
Hair her head to...
[A] Done deal the truth!
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PENNED ON JULY 04, 2014!
IN PRAYER II
Lord God Jehovah, I come to you via humility as a faithful seeker of a peaceful way.
The tears I have cried Lord.
Many days I have been falsified.
Nevertheless, I forbid struggle and I have disallowed strife.
As I pray that you are my slack and that you are the strength vested in life, I know that you are much more and therefore and therefore; I am at peace.
I will trust in The Lord God.
(I pause for a moment and then voice…)
God, you gave me a destiny to fulfill.
I truly will and humankind, via your will, will adhere to the prophecy set forth.
When I win Lord, I will remember the greatness you told me I would achieve at an early age.
And thus, Lord, as I live today, I see this greatness being created.
I owe grace and honor to you Lord and not to mortality who tries to persuade me that I have no right to life and his or hers is greater than mine.
Praise is thou name, which is The Almighty God – Jehovah God Lord.
Hallelujah Amen!
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Penned on September 03, 2014!
The two for one price deal read “Open here”
with slick dotted lines and sharp arrows clear.
But false perforations
foiled nails, teeth and patience.
Surrendered, she opted for pop tab beer.
when another (anointed as lady lucky)
resident renter bequeathed her bed
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse
slept on the floor like dogs dead
tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves,
especially when tummies got well fed
and grudging adjustment per lying supine upon the carpet
did upon arising found aches and pains from head
to toes, yet financial shortcomings disallowed this Jed
eye wannabe to defer attending domestic chores,
cuz ma whole body felt like a Led
Zeppelin, and matter of fact oft times,
thy body electric,
though lacked no evidence of disease NED
for short, I near felt a need to relearn basic motor skills,
gingerly, and eagerly reached for
performance enhancing drug i.e. PED
which coded identification
exemplified the a rich color of red
this (and other) prescription medication
(about a half dozen total found me to sleep akin to a Ted
dee bear, many instances of snoring
thine wife claimed emanated –
probably no more than when we wed
if memory serves me correctly
twenty plus years a husband aye attest
and find peace of body, mind and spirit
most exuberant and best
cherished, when hen pecking wife (yup, this husband
got pecking, pock, puck size marks
to vouchsafe his sworn statement)
some visible on my slightly flabby and hairless chest
and if traced with a ball point pen,
the shape loosely resembles mount Everest
with evidence of what appears to be erosion,
but actually evidence of wifely cannibalism –
viz zit on par as with an unwanted guest
which at first found this pop (sic) hull
averse to share the same firm mattress lest
she arise like a flesh eating zombie
during the wee hours of the morning and taking nest
ling to another level, whereby teeth
and scratch marks sure testament asper a pest
stiff ferrous mate, this husband would sooner bid adieu,
letting fate guide terrestrial quest
that might incorporate undergoing
the electric kool aid acid test
perhaps buffeting this corporeal essence north west
or maybe the unforeseen sojourn
would spirit thyself to a distant alien nation
one where each day of soundness of mental, physical
and spiritual growth will be reason enough
to celebrate with élan and zest.