Best Disputing Poems
The zephyr breeze disturbs the leaves
through pristine forest trees,
and water gurgles over rocks,
while coursing to the seas,
disputing shrieks beyond all sight,
as if there is a riot,
yet with the gloom I left behind,
this does become my quiet.
Thunder bolts though distant now,
are carried on the cloud,
a rustle made in dying grass,
can be a nervous loud.
Sombre tones of crackling fire,
may well fill the night -
where natural balance poises,
this quiet I will not fight.
Super Power, control society desire
Shoving their wicked ways
They call me racist, gays splatters screens
Babies birth of woman, not two men at play
Disputing the foundation, bible bleeds, ancestors turn
Skip this word, it's ok they say hypocritical
Why many fall to disease, famine world
Yet, my belief of racist being, color I see not
Protest brings anger, war rage evil
A call for dignity, human rights trampled beneath
Corruption in all parties, no judgement same
People just say, therefore guilty before innocent
Where is freedom, as you rip God, flag & country
Mankind destruction, we negotiate with terrorists
Drug Lords power, money rules greed control
People dying early days graves are dug
Civilization, fallen through cracks like water
If this be tomorrow, may tomorrow never come
Victim of society's push to be what's not
Except that of themselves cry the wolf
They are the racist that we bleed hate
Many different flesh, animals go extinct
Are you like the other or different you claim
Sanctuary in yourself, why do you follow
Except to be part of world, not yourself
You had choice the same as they choose
Even tadpole are life before become a frog
Jocks
gruff, tough
grinning, winning, sinning
asses and passes; glasses and classes
fluting, computing, disputing
wordy, nerdy
Geeks
For the Diamante Contest of Janis Thompson
Candidates disputing, scratching, wailing, crying, whining.
Blasts of good here,
Bad there
What truth is there to believe?
Turn off the un-statesman like banter.
Coffee turned cold with no paper to read,
discarded because the riotous words fly at our morning faces.
Answer the phone –
one party, another party,
please give us your vote.
Don’t answer and long messages overflow your memory.
A walk to the mail box
and stacks of colorful cardboard flyers
tumble out all over the road.
They scatter in the wind and are gone
like wasted dollars
that could have fed a hungry nation.
When it is darkening
And the clouds are gathering
In the heightening to start raining,
All you see is lightning brightening
Followed by loud bass hammering frightening
Not for threatening but for enlightening,
The source of an ink so inspiring
Charles melody is a lightning ink.
No need for disputing
Why wasting time debating?
For the lightning is captivating,
The ink makes you think
The melody is a remedy,
Charles melody is a lightning ink.
By: Charles Melody, (Lightning ink).
Your melody whispers, "Stay,"
Grazing me all the way deep to my depths' deep,
Breathing closely, closer into my blues, a clever wheeze.
Like a callow breeze, I feel it deeper in my soul,
Caressing my heart in every part, making me whole.
O, please, will you be my Kazungula bridge, so strong and true?
Will you be there for me when I need you, through and through?
When I need to feel you to the inner deepness, like Mambo's reggae strings,
That bit to my inner deepness, disputing my choice of wings.
Will you be my Seboba water rapids, rushing wild and free?
To hold me well-held in devious holders, undreamt of, yet to be.
In your gentle touch, I find my peaceful nest,
A refuge from life's turmoil, where love is at its best.
Your melody, a balm, soothes my troubled mind,
A symphony of love, that forever will be aligned.
Like a river's flow, your love will never cease,
A constant presence, that brings me to my knees.
In your embrace, I find my home, my heart's desire,
A love that's pure and true, that sets my soul on fire.
So, will you be my Kazungula bridge, my guiding light?
Will you be there for me, through the dark of night?
When I need to feel you, to the inner deepness of my soul,
Will you be my Seboba water rapids, making my heart whole?
What is love?
Is it reality?
Is it your best friend? An illusionary mind full of per-ambles...AND THEN tomorrow again?
Can it get, like a machine can shop?
Do we spiel and squeal like wheels-
or the heels and hails in the hails?
What is diatonic in petitionary collusion(s)?
I see disputing commendations and suspended dreams with smoke and things...
I see how everything can clash, and then we need a piece...
Just because we’ve
been disputing
Doesn’t mean we
should be putting
Our relationship on
hold
We should take a
step that’s bold
Finding the strength
we both need
Before we set each
other free
We don’t need to
deliberate
The years together
have been great
Our love was on a
speedy track
Why cant we get it
all back
Side by side as we
both win
The race we started
way back when
Both our hearts were
true and open
With the love that
we were hopin’
Wouldn’t change
throughout the years
We never had worries
or fears
About the fact not
to conceal
This love we have is
very real
I’m asking you just
one more time
If you would look
and change your mind
And take my heart so
we can soar
Please step inside
and close the door
There was once this man. Let’s call him Ted,
Twenty-four-by-seven happy made;
Good lord, isn’t it too odd?
I almost see Him nod,
One happy all the time’s nigh but dead!
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This year’s World Happiness Report: If India is not among the top ten, we understand, nor if almost at the bottom. Without disputing it, perhaps what is measured is wellness. But is not too much wellness boring? True happiness is hard to be measured. I feel happiness hangs little with GDP, comforts of life and the like, it being a state of mind. Okay, but this ditty has a different take. He, happy all the time is nigh but dead! ______________________________________________________
Happenings, humour | 20.03.2017 |
Times have changed at such a fast rate
With technology I don’t understand
I feel like an alien in my own world
Im so completely out of date!
Oh, for the simple days of little frustration
When the t.v had four channels and it was free
You had to physically turn the t.v knob
Disputing who’s turn it was to get up and change the station
When the family phone was attached to a wall
For the whole family to use
It was big ,clunky with a rotary dial
And all it could do was call
When a camera was used to take photos
That had a film roll inside
To take to the chemist to get developed
In either “matt or gloss” to pick up in a week or so
When correspondence was hand written or typed
Enclosed in an envelope with stamp then mailed
Music was played on a record player or radio
Dishes were hand washed and wiped
Now it’s all computerised
With passwords and codes
Beeping, flashing and telling you NO
Kept in clouds in the sky!!
I know technology and progress are a need
And one has to move with the times
There are so many positives and benefits
But I miss those uncomplicated , simple days indeed!
It felt so massive then
But seems slight today,
In the hours of daylight –
As decisions get made.
What gravity held us together?
Invisible substance accounted
For so much attachment
Even as the proof revealed itself,
As intimacy wasted.
Dark matter composed our universe –
Mysterious, hypothetical
No one could observe
What pulled us in
(As normal matter can).
We have so little evidence
Except for light distorted
Over vast distances,
Remote and froze over.
So much time spent disputing
What stuff unseen drew us in –
Enlightened, now, and no longer
Afraid of the dark.
So which is the more valuable,
Our good friends or our lovers?
And just where does the difference lie,
In truth or under covers?
When waves of darkness swamp your boat
And you are feeling lonely,
Is clarity or warmth preferred
Or do you crave life only?
When tears fall in torrential burst
And hope seems mere placebo,
Do you recall God’s promises?
(Dare to expect a rainbow?)
To peel life’s onion also tears
Our eyes, though understanding
Can sometimes show the heart of things
And humbles our demanding.
And sex and sacrifice there too,
A multi-layered model,
With service as a binding glue,
Precursors all to waddle. (1)
Is friendship then the heart of love
Or is that topsy-turvy
And love the heart of friendship born?
Disputing God quite nervy. (2)
And does it matter which is true,
What puts you through your paces?
A simple answer to our quest,
One coin with different faces.
Brian Johnston
March 11,2015
Poet's Notes:
(1) I am using the word waddle here as an indication of a child just learning to walk, an unsteady gait that reminds us how immature the human race really is emotionally.
(2) When the Bible says that God Himself is Love, one could assume that this gives Love a higher status than friendship, but I question that idea in this poem, though I am not sure myself of the answer. Still I stubbornly cling to the idea that true Love and true Friendship may in fact be indistinguishable from one another.
He was now sovereign of the land of Israel.
Following in his father David’s steps, he ruled well.
This land had never displayed so much prosperity.
No king would ever be more powerful and wealthy.
The Jerusalem palace now showed great opulence.
However, he employed great wisdom and providence.
David said, “Walk in God’s ways and obey each decree,
Then He shall in turn keep the promise He made to me.
If your descendents adhere to My commandments well,
someone will always sit on the throne of Israel.”
Solomon kept his word as his father lay dying,
to be forever faithful to God and discerning.
He must be prosperous in every undertaking,
diligence and integrity never forsaking.
The Lord gave discernment, great knowledge, and keen insight.
God spoke to Solomon in a dream he had one night.
On one day, two prostitutes appeared before the king.
These women presented issues both were disputing.
They lived together in a brothel in the city.
Each was ill favored, and neither deserved his pity.
These women both claimed to be the mother of a son.
They declared victimization by the other one.
The first woman said, “Her baby is the one that’s dead,
she rolled over in her sleep, and covered her son’s head.
I discovered that morning when I would nurse my son,
she took my baby and substituted her dead one.”
The next woman said, “No, do not believe such a thing!
My son is alive! Her baby is dead! She’s lying!”
The other one cried, “That one is mine, she’s deceiving!
How could someone do such an evil deed, mighty king?”
Solomon evaluated each testimony.
He made this decision on hearing each woman’s plea:
“Bring me a sword; I shall divide this baby in two.
There shall be two halves of this child for each of you.”
The second woman said, “Yes king, do it! That sounds good!
Cut that thing in two. If I can’t have him, no one should!”
The first one yelled, “Don’t kill him! Please don’t do such a thing!
Give the baby to her and spare his life, my great king!”
Solomon turned to the first woman and said to her:
“Here woman, take the child, you are the true mother.
You have shown compassion here. There can be no other!”
This was just one example of Solomon’s wisdom.
There would never be a greater man in this kingdom.
thanks be to God that we have reached the year 2010
for many thought that mankind would not make it to this end
we now have cell phones, I-Pads and 24 hour TV
Hi-definition, internet access and a host of technology
but there's something to be said about the good old days
where people took the time to be together in a family way
to play, to talk and to dine together as often as they were able
on Sundays after church was there was always room at the table
when I think about that evening in the presence of Jesus the Christ
the Twelve Disciples at the Last Supper in celebrate of His life
Jesus was trying to prepare them for the coming trials and tribulations
the bread and wine to remind them that He would always be their salvation
but the Disciples seemed to be more concerned about who had the most clout
disputing about their positions and forgetting what Jesus was all about
we get so caught up in living that sometimes we're unable
to remember that with Jesus there's always room at the table
we all have issues, problems and personal situations
but we need to be constantly reminded who died for our salvation
to always remember that Jesus is our Holy Lord
and understand that we're solely here by His accord
as servants and disciples we need to comprehend
that it's not about our petty issues it's all about Him
we should never lose track of our purpose for being
that it's God ways that we should all be seeing
to always remember our Lord Jesus the Christ
to constantly be reminded of the lessons He gave on life
to keep Him on our minds during our times of trouble
to pray that His merciful hands be in the midst of our struggle
His love is not dependent on your position, status nor place
His mercy is given freely and so is His grace
so remember Him, stay committed to Him, give Him thanks and gratitude
for everything He's done and all that He's given to you
just stay true to Jesus as often as you're able
for with Him there will always be room at the table
Mysterious rumbling noises, I hear them
Wherever I am, I cannot escape the sound
Somewhat like zombies singing an old hymn
Or a loaded barge about to run aground.
Occasionally they will go away for a season
Then, just as suddenly, they will reappear
There seems to be neither rhyme nor reason
A friend suggested I’ve had too much beer
I laugh and refrain from disputing them, but
That can’t be the reason, since I don’t imbibe,
It appears these noises emanate from my gut
At least, as best I can, that’s how I’d describe.
A doctor will put a lantern down my throat
And, technically, take a good look around
So I suppose I’ll have to wait for his vote
As to the origins of this mysterious sound.
Written June 17, 2022