Best Disseminate Poems
By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games:
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter,
desecrating the peacefulness of our street's grave yard
with our bike races, tag, and hide-n-seek.
And I tired too of the pastimes of my season preferred:
chasing siblings with a hose, giggling and gleeful,
swimming at Weed Park,
and my perpetual swinging through those long, sweet sunshiny days
longed for during classes in my school.
Old friends grew up.
Boredom anon crept upon the remnant of my childhood.
At times - through infancy and beyond -
I'd been beset by a feeling of loss
over something not yet sought.
It was something kin to loneliness, but no. . .not that.
More a sense of gloom - a sorrowing for what?
I still don't really know.
Despite the days of inexplicable forlornness,
I grew more and more cavalier
throughout the days that came
between those odd forlorn days
because my old timidity, in fact, had waned. . .
Another face, fairer, appeared.
It waxed and glowed - assured -
until those “days - in- between”
had finally surpassed the melancholy ones.
I learned to stifle monotony and squelch the blues.
I became a "doer" of too many things to name
as I went gliding through with the Gibbous moon.
Soon enough, a fullness had arrived.
And now it must disseminate.
In the years to come, I'll be wondering this. . .
Will the shining face I show the world wane too,
and will my youth's strange darkness re-emerge,
eclipsing what light remains as I drift,
having come full-cycle,
into my final
crescent phase?
5/21/14
Submitted 3/30/16 to PD's Any Poem # 38 Poetry Contest
Daybreak Words Upon the Morning
David J Walker
Awaiting words
That will burst upon the day
Suffused in first light before the sun
Reveals itself
Notice the clouds clinging
To the sky
Hiding the blinding blend
Of blood red orange suffused in the
Magenta tinge
Of a distant sun
Arising
There are secrets to unravel
As the day begins
There will be sweet breads and
Ripe fruits served on
Spode Blue Italian China
There will be news to disseminate at the table
In a failed effort of Omniscience
There will be moods to moderate in mimicry
There will be appointments to remember and
Then forget in emendation
Words burst upon the morning
as if condemned and then
pardoned
again and again
overnight
It need not rhyme, it need not flow
It need no essence of truth
Just proliferate, exaggerate
And be sure to convolute
With flexous and circuitous jargon, fruiton soon to find
Scholars will praise your erudition,and vilipend the simple of mind
It need not passion, it need not soul
It need not emotion convey
For imperious wordsmiths write verse to cajole
With nothing of substance to say
Just aberrate,divigate, affirm you wish not to profess
Just cloak, conceal, as you disseminate your page's emptiness
It need not sorrow, it need not elation
It not your mind reveal
Words are just wasted with no explanations
Nihility holds no appeal
Exacerbate, exasperate, as fading tales of yore
Leave you unremembered for your words are too obscure
Have I blocked out every trauma
Is it real or subconscious drama
I ask myself if this is amnesia
have I suffered an infarct or seizure
So many things I have suppressed
things that need to be addressed
lingering memories of molestation
perpetrator's without incarceration
Who is accountable for these horrific crimes
if the memories are embedded and confined
how do we investigate that which we obliterate
the mind has built up walls that we can't penetrate
Is my mind protecting me from indecencies
the thoughts are never ending ceaselessly
I try to bring them to the forefront, concentrate
close my eyes in a dark room and I meditate
Do I dare undergo some hypnosis
or have I acquired some psychosis
why can't I recall or commemorate
I'm unable to decipher or disseminate
I acknowledge and eternalize the existence
but why is my consciousness full of resistence
why doesn't it allow the memory to release
so that my whole mind could be at peace
I emerge and deliberate into deep thought
the criminals must be apprehended, caught
this is a battle that I've consistently fought
justice is what I have diligently sought
There must be some lessons learned
so that others will not be burned
parents please be leary of your friends
they may be hiding some unspeakable sins
Tech-No-Logic
Of keyboard and swipe
a screens deliberation circuit electronic
in metal skin and paper thin
push button hums the chord of plastic
tech-no-logical inventum
such marvels to grind the wheel
impartial utensils the battery static
a signal from pre-molded concrete
sends the flip switch light
a barrage of city steel
Perfidious evolution
camera slapped ready to be mobile
disseminate precious packeted information
send the engine forward
designed specific mechanical
with purpose and all copyright invention
roll out the factory trinkets
and by wifi extol these virtues of freedom
such ease of apps
the dictionary of a creative human
Pander upon the wonder
tech-no-logic inventum
to satellite and celluloid praise them
the world a window
to ignore confusion
fanatical gears performing missiles
each trigger of functioning confident
laser guided telescopic retention
art forms innovation
and the busy discourse of bibliophiles
What design by rain
the mechanisms of perfume
a flowers technical schematic
a blueprint revived
so the wind sustains chaotic
fluctuations of forms molecule Phi
graceful filament wings
the meaning of feathers, thorns and insect
wood breathing light
inexplicable, irreproachable tree
of life
And who by sun
upon rainbows plain did walk
was uttered a catchphrase of miracles
no other perfection
wrought in animate visions sacrament
the momentums overture existential
rhythms dance plays waterfall
which finger tips technology
so in intricate reflex of memory
sustained an infinite birth
Lay by road side
in clank and clamor rattle
semaphore an accident in skeletal
and by marvelous creed
take emulsions photo
whys and wherefores the veins of petals
the everyday unexceptional
but still focus changes the angle
all reiteration speaks
by blueprint original perfected creation
WITHOUT A SILVER SPOON
Without silver I was born
Though without it never handled a gun
Always I want ever to be honest
So i won’t be a life detest
A fore are my opportunities-why hesitate
A genius I am and knowledge I am to disseminate
Wisdom is in me and not to be doomed
I am going though without a silver spoon
Without silver spoon whose fault?
Never will be I any bit inferior
I know who I am is of superior
Though without it still have a dream
A gallant man of thousand fists
Spirited brave man of Amadioha’s clan
Conversational colonel of the battalion empire
Emperor manned through the honeyed knight
The dialogue of the drums speaks of your strength and might
Cupping the fingers content of Biafra land in height and weight
Your words kill without sword and egbe-igwe
Not a chicken stories were heard of your deeds .
We never receive a message from your in-laws
Of your manhood not satisfying their daughters
Home and abroad, you stood fearless
As tall as the sky without pillars
To a passing year, the stars sobbed of you
In the month of the falling leaves, we mourned you
Not for loss but for grace of rising to bear.
Igbo nation birth not a cradle hands of you
Not even looking at the cock’s comb of fire
Shall your name be trampled on the ground
“Afamefuna” your legacy is kept until the new birth
Great Elephant of the forest of Igbo land!
You’re braver than Okonkwo who died another’s death
Have you seen your status at Onitsha?
Have you heard of your names immortalized at Awka?
Your hands once disseminate delight from
The talkative face of the drum without fear
We have waited this long for another savior but all we see
Are political thieves with two mouths on seats of power
A village protest conducted, but a cup of rice shared deceived us all,
Rice which they packaged as ransom for their sins.
Odumegwu, Igbos are Nigeria Peasant farmers
Long victims of exploitative neglect
Yet, the spirit of Igboism is gone
We are merely struggling and backbiting
On the legacy you left behind the Iroko tree.
Yours Poetically,
© John Chizoba Vincent
The altar of earth;
Is a refrain to iniquity,
the diary to trespasses
transgressing the mission,
Of the lord blessing.
The altar of the earth;
the iniquity came to sin,
and trespasses the saint.
The altar of the earth;
The unclean sit, under the foot
They disseminate uncleaniliness.
The altar of earth;
It an unholy gathering
It meant for the unbeliever
It the sacred heart of
The sinners
Be observant my brother
Make it a holy nation
God bless you!!!
JOCELYN
( Acrostic )
Jocelyn,tthe most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard
Sound of music that tickles a man’s heart and soul
Like a star that twinkles in the sky at night
A sweet name that makes one to smile.
Oh! how amiable and adorable you are
a fragrant red rose in the garden of one's heart
Your eyes are so bright that tantalizes one's mind
Your smile makes the world go-round.
Charming replica of Venus, the goddess of beauty
In the heart of the man who loves you truly
Poet's inspiration that moves his imagination to play
And ask the birds how to tweet and fly away.
Erudite, lovely and honest woman
An ideal and sublime lady of wisdom
Making plans and blue prints for a dwelling place
Where her kids will someday run and play.
Loyalty and sincerity are good virtues to possess
These, let it reign in your heart
Disseminate to the younger ones
Embed in their mind the Solomonic wisdom.
Yes, love is a many splendored thing
But your heart to only one man
The sanctity of love never to blaspheme
Respect, cherish and never disdain.
Natty, and humility, are your qualities to treasure
A glory and crown to be kept forevermore
You’re a woman of dignity, integrity and decency
A woman of rectitude and probity.
Can you draw a line so straight
That microscopes cannot debate
How perfectly you've drawn a line
Only your mind ever creates?
Would you rather have to cope
With stars that shine in perfect files?
At such a sight I would but mope,
And with a rampant star elope.
Words like broken shards of glass
Disseminate into the air
And fall with all their wordy gloss
Into my injured hand with care.
I'd rather by the odds be shunned
Than afterwards rummage the ground
For perfect pieces, leaving down
The beautiful defective ones.
No human is symmetrical,
No paintings fair except the frauds.
Dreams would fade were clouds not fickle.
Laud the skies with lightning flawed.
Pages perfect, you would think,
Are bland and vapid without ink;
Without the spots to paint a life
And plant a tree with blemished leaf.
Music's not a single sound
That goes forever; pure, profound.
A shift in pitch when scales ascend,
Would make it rich and pertinent.
If perfection were divine,
It would uphold no earthly frame.
Its structure would elude the mind
With an illusion of its fame
That would suffice to keep us sane.
Breathe in soothing beauty
do you see
as i sight
do you hear
as i hark
everything
was beautify
through the window
of the heart
through the vent
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
agony
sadness
disseminate Its smokes
stand closer
and behold
it will soon wave us
with its jewel memories
through the window
of the heart
feel the embrace of
precious moments
leave your honey kisses
sweetest spells
stand closer
and listen
it will soon cantillate
and
bequeath
all the beautiful feeling
that bloom
through the window
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
And
Breathe in soothing beauty
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014
Aspire to disseminate inspiration
Respire to ameliorate affection
Mire fires and spires of misinformation
Contribute to spreading care
Distribute love to play fair
Develop attributes with plenty of love flair
Seek to provide answers
Hobnob with love dancers
Fight and blight social cancers
Break backs and stacks of malice
Build bridges and bonds of justice
Scoff at the bluff of prejudice
Share love
Support love grown from above
Rabbles and squabbles dare to solve
Don’t jump on the bandwagon of arrogance
Steer to bonds of care in every circumstance
From evil and weevil maintain a healthy distance
Grow into a harbinger of good news
Principled friends dare to choose
Abstain if you can from strains and banes of booze
Perfect the art of loving
Delight in healthy living
Build a field and shield of forgiving
Arise to sunrises and surprises of initiative improvement
Sway away from egregious involvement
Build and wield a progressive movement
Cement and augment halos of happiness
Desist from fists and twists of sadness
Dispel bells and cells of wanton weakness
Above all be a pillar of immutable truth
Discount chains and mountains growing uncouth
Cling to wings of hope, moulding the youth
As bliss spreads
A swathe of sorrow dreads
A bright future weaves peace threads.
SUDDENLY
Feeding time
The picnic table is black with birds
the main cluster but then as many
disseminate inhabit branches wires
fences
flitting down when hunger dares
Suddenly this winter day – remembering the movie
“Suddenly Last Summer” –
I am uncomfortably terribly aware
The disjointed mass chorus of voices – in perpetual
forte – are not quaint not convivial
not joyous
The clamor is born of desperation – each member
I-am-the-one –
Each with a single song constant eyes
ruffled feathers and rapid pulse
The ground squirrel ceases to be cute in scurrying
in his sneaking in his thievery
And I bite down on my pen
Looking thoughtfully off
Suddenly ill almost
Sometimes for fun men worship a gun
To shoot a recruit, to vanquish a victim
Whose only fault lies in a bun
The poor nibble in a starving team
Barrels and muzzles dominate
In thoughts, actions, deeds and priorities
Held high in fake media to disseminate
Philosophies and heresies propagated in sororities
With convoluted creeds
Infants decry when refugees die
In droves as their faith pleads
On its knees for the dissolution of the lie
Shouted aloud by a boisterous crowd
Gathered despite a genocide
Perpetrated by the mighty and the proud
Who pronounce their side innocent of fratricide
In the DRC, South Sudan and Syria
Where Christians suffer untold humiliation
Malaria, starvation, indignity and diarrhea
And unprecedented persecution and the violation
Of human rights
While the UN watches inept
In the face of blatant veto fights
Pursued with vigour kept
High on an agenda of futility
Arguing a fruitless case
Resting on the volatility and motility
Of the talk shop whose base
Inspires revulsion
At the incompetence and pretence
To take action on the expulsion
Of sanity and competence
Hitherto worshipped as holy grail
By the General Assembly
Whose voice and choice are shot off the rail
By the mighty and bubbly
Who appoint themselves arbiters
To determine nothing gone wrong in Yemen
Despite the death of powerless characters
When the Security Council in unison shouts amen.
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