Best Disseminated Poems
AU COURANT AU FAIT – THE HEART OF IMAGINATION ABREAST
The invention of the automobile is a thing to ponder. In words of the heart of imagination, the temperament wonders why divine providence gave the sense of knowledge of those natural resources that predefined the automobilist. Medical science is even more radical to design machinery that tells about our brain and body. Hardly conceived is their intelligence, the questions are answers hidden.
I imagine that deity would be exposure to another vestibule with biblical emergence.
The status of a country being oppressed is imagine by who defines the Antichrist. We have seen in the time of Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler, and now reign Vladimir Putin.
Can you imagine the words to define suppression with the heart of a warrior depicting the coming mêlée?
The imagination portrays the brilliance of today to evolution and the procreation of humankind. What do men seek via Social Science? A world that is no longer divine, but a mind that divides to discovery a new way of life.
I imagine that divinity is vested on earth because of lack of appearance of a known God.
The imagination questions prior occurrences aboard and at home. We are our insight and inspiration via an unknown God.
I imagine that religion imperceptibility will become a theological pre-cognizant of The School of Social Theological Studies, which is demarcated as the heart of imagination discerned by word utilization.
Do you imagine the same?
Are similarities being disseminated?
Facilitated via a school of thought, suppressed knowledge will come forth to take the outer limits to higher grounds.
Were heavens are immortalized.
In essence, these words have been pre-constructed to pre-define the heart of imagination.
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Penned on October 18, 2014!
Ooze, a squirt with perfect onomatopoeia
A slow leak, exudation or seepage
A slow plunge into thick mud sucked
An outflow all over, a disseminated discharge
That cannot be held back or stopped
A slow steady ooze seeps spews woos
Everybody deserves a day off,
even corporate pimps
Let somebody else watch the Madison Avenue whores
advertise their seductive cable street wares
Conscript the company pimp wannabe intern simps
Then issue frequent frequency warnings
to the parents,
telling them to shield the children's eyes ...
But do not attempt,
do not attempt to dilute or disguise
the visual sale messages with clumsy adult lies
Though B of D executives will foreswear otherwise
It's on me ... so take that day off, corporate pimps
Just remember to text the memo
to all the legal department gumshoe limps
Should any dark net pirate intercept
this encrypted communique,
of which their security breaching eyes are not
authorized to read
The strict protocol after being cyber hacked,
is to disavow any disseminated classified company
market philosophy
Nevertheless, let the corporate pimps
enjoy their easily earned day off
in a consumer paid luxury hotel
Surrounded by pretty women dressed very skimp
"A malicious war carried out
on the innocent
in lies
that has disseminated their cities."
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Early dawn while people slept,
heavy missiles rocket launched
the violent attack came
in waves of mass artillery fire.
Homes and buildings up in smoke
destroyed in quick succession
leaving pile of rubble and
people fleeing yelling and in pain.
Families, young and old ran
or crawl for their lives weeping
in the streets, as some are struck
down, some help each other to safety.
Others killed in their last tracks.
Rescuers search for bodies
of the missing in the shards.
A fight that was not equal in strength.
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Confidence is a stain,
you can't wipe off
Put the pen in my hand
And turn the lights off,
Eternal light glowing
from the pits of my pen,
Killing others poets
my pen commits deadly
Sins,
When reading my work
You feel inebriated
I meant intoxicated
Poetry renovated
Never duplicated
Highly anticipated
I make it complicated
Killer exonerated
The world spectated
This is authenticated
Your work
disseminated
broadly dissipated
Be real when you read my work
Your hopes were deflated
My teacher once told my mom-
I was dyslexic
Now look at my ethics
I leave my fans
Electric
I'm unapologetic
Surely not sympathetic
Like a paramedic
Helping a schizophrenic
Tell a friend
to tell a friend
I'm starting a
Epidemic..
Flesh was falling from the bone,
clumps of flyblown steak,
rippling the glass surface below
its reflection fragmented in the lake
bloods oily residue hanging in long tendrils,
leaving a stringy mucus in its wake,
coagulated, and black, it stained the decayed clothes
of the phantom, as it moved across the lake.
Campers unbeknownst, they tarried by the fire,
laughing and enjoying their night,
the firelight a homing beacon for the spectre
moving towards the light
as nature calls one left the circle
and entered into the woods
the wraith shifting its focus
deviating - an end; all likelihood
it found its target and extended its fingers
inserting them at the base of the neck
blood curdling screams were released
as the pain disseminated - oh heck!
it lifted the man off his feet by his skull
and flicked it with an echoing snap
and tore the man apart
from his shoulders to his lap
The revellers around the fire
did question the ear shattering cry
and stood to call out to their friend
who was "supposedly" nearby
Not a sound was uttered,
no response came to their ear
as the spectre was engorging on
the flesh, its lips a red smear.
Tearing the meat from the bones,
and sucking them clean
the discarded pile of the friend rising
as it drinks the man's spleen
The eye balls, the brain,
the sweet breads came last
like a delicate treat, he savoured these
tasting the lymphoblast
and licking his fingers
he sighed in delight -
for the entree was satisfying -
but dinner was by the fire light.
Feet
Disseminated storms.
Nothing dismantled
Everything originated.
Lost blossoms,
Birds,trees,seasons.
Spindle body effused
Thunder and lightning.
Afreshed sky and earth.
Gulfs among mankind
Faded off.
World become a
Toy of kids.
Arms throbbed to hug
The dying earth.
Music effloresced
From the quivering.
Childhood devastated.
Youth wanted to mend.
But death, clowned.
Taught loneliness
In fame and furore.
REAL MUSIC TOO.
Melting clocks hanging from the branches of trees.
A strange array of objects without time or place.
Butterflies emerge flying against the breeze.
Nothing makes any sense within this inner space.
Salvador, you brought us into a world so strange.
A motley of colors within a plane of two dimensions.
Disseminated disproportionate entities within a range.
Few of the brightest can grasp comprehensions.
You are gone, but your work we can see.
It is all a venturous escape from reality.
"Persistence of Memory"
by Salvador Dali
before i cry
before i die
before i fry
back to heaven
why don't my profile awakens
in the mildest of your medulla oblangata
why cant i be disseminated in your hat
i bet i played well
even though i was growing pale
i did it all for no attitude of sell
but why not disseminate my work
you ground mi in your envy
dressed in dark like funeral
your jealous is great like fire in the furnace
what wrong have i done not to be appreciated
surely if u cant see it then a dead man
is better off than you
why can you disseminate my effort
i loved u
i gave u what u wont even give back
thus my time knowledge and energy
i fought your battles like they are mine
i cried even wen i wasn't the one hurt
cause i was really hurt seeing u hurt
but now
since u r selling like a hot cake
anguishing in the heads and mouth of men
fully with proud and poached pockets
i have become a metal with rust
no reason u got to recognize me
but my question is .. how long will this last
i best i should let it past
i break and bomb the bridge behind mi
so i wont look back
but still i want to be disseminated
for whats worth living if not even one person recognize u
Your effort your work
aa still there is one thus JESUS
he recognize mi he is a friend ....
a recognition from him is worth conquering the world.
In K-5, K-8 or K-12 is drained
the curiosity from eager brains
Then off to college most folks go
where Truth is disseminated from Moscow
A nursing home's a spruced-up jail
from which residents would love to bail ...
In between, we're on the job every day
where we're overworked and underpaid
The history of Utkal is enchanting...
That made Asoka peace~loving;
That took Kharvela to the peak of fame...
& disseminated to every corner Mahanadi's name...
& then the pages of history says...
The role of the fighters of those bygone days...
Who confronted against the bullying British...
& unshackled the land from things amiss...!
The honeyed words that flew from the pen...
Of the blessed forefathers with creative Ken...
The beauty is such that the heart is mesmerized...
& ecstatic with awe n pride...
Long live the land of beauty endless...
Love live the stories of unmatched prowess !
Long live the saga of unforgettable things...
Under Lord Jagannath's divine blessings !
Disseminated information...
(perhaps theme broached before, yes)?
(alternate title:The hunger for knowledge)
Whither hearing, vis (ideally,
liberal commentators I adore),
asper "NON FAKE") news,
more than weather, latest sports score
or reading, (yes of course
out loud applying index finger de rigueur
of right hand as pointer)
poetically mentioned once before
ditto via select publications
(oh...alright TIME Magazine, The Nation,
and/or Mother Jones) all of which boar
like a mellow red bull at four
after midnight, nonetheless, who decrees
(hmm... maybe ludicrous to ask courtesy deplore
able basketcase, but inquisitiveness persists
what body electric discriminates furthermore
freedom of what gets published, or
determines permissible broadcasts
made by Federal Communications Commission
allowing, enabling, and providing galore
of choice morsels pollinating
mass media buzzfeeding popular culture
additionally permitting opinions shared by hardcore
investigative journalists, putting life and limb at risk
nonetheless inherent within constitution delimiter
i.e. bureau to censor radical, subversive, more
treasonous than Socialism
with Iron Maiden on tour
must serve as kickstarter
to stifle: tyranny, mutiny,
anarchy, et cetera and shore
up defenses (perhaps in guise of a
reinforced wall) toward those who ignore
codas defining complex edifice of government
trumpeting defiance, uncivil disobedience,
insouciance, et cetera in an attempt to restore
totalitarianism stripping away inalienable
rights of life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness endowed by a smoothbore!
Feeling so lonely and left in despair;
Suffocating in this thin dry air
That's been stolen from me.
My hope and my love and all of my care
Has desiccated, disseminated, and completely disappeared.
It's been stolen from me.
My heart and soul ache terribly and are forlorn.
I may not live to see another morning.
My life's been stolen from me.
Since I have no life to live anymore,
I might as well say goodbye, but
My words have been stolen from me.
So confused; I don't know what to do.
One thought remains: to end the pain.
My serenity has been stolen from me.
I run with this one thought in mind.
I end it all in bitter suicide.
My perseverance has been stolen from me.
I leave a note with just a few lonely words.
In tear-blotted ink a single line did read:
Everything's been stolen from me.
In the worst of times people lose their faith,
spewing words of hate through frustrations,
Turning to crimes of passion,
killing decent individuals for insignificant
reasons, or committig acts of treason,
The presure is not an excuse to set demons loose,
The heinous acts herald that the world is in despair,
and people in power need to show that they care,
Families are being fragmented by senseles acts,
Police Forces are being disseminated by officials'
pacts,
The criminals are roaming free causing all sorts
of melees,
The downtrodden are running a muck,
Citizens are clingin to survival in the midst of chaos,
Yet, who can they trust?
when their lives have become an open season for
ammunition,
Killing Sprees have gone from a rarity to everyday
occurrences,
The lack of hope has sent a society spiraling into
a deep, dark abyss......
Words Made Of Breath
Words made of breath come soft
Under the knife of night like silk on air
How correctly they pass through lead
Solids are not their friend
Words live above the grass on oxygen
Particles of dust, bugs and warm winds
Disseminated, taking on measured meaning
The inaudible invisibles
Unencumbered in the dark
Words made of breath are taken in
Exhaled, gentle to the touch
They say so much