Best Effrontery Poems
She stands vulnerable, confident and excited
Delicate hands, arms deliberately sided
A soft etching to art and beauty enlivened and lusted.
My love for her is quite stormy
Like dark drifting clouds of agony
As her windswept hair lashes my effrontery.
The water falls from the eyes crazy
And blinds me to her beauty
Dragged down by a heart heavy.
The heart in a sad sea of terrible tears
It makes my conscience shivers
And finally disappears
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March 17, 2014
Form: Triplet - a short form not available on PS
Fourth Place Win
Contest: Heart And Soul by Kelly Deschler
Categories:
effrontery, heart, romantic,
Form:
Verse
You reinvented me
giving me a rebel's energy,
providing license for my love to sing
the touch of your soul meaning everything,
From us wild words arose
speaking of history and stars we chose,
expecting too much of Destiny
venturing on through wilderness and purity,
Inspiration innocent in it's infliction
made us bleed for need of salted affection,
exhibitionists with effrontery for the eyes of etiquette
expressionism unfolding humanism from stellar grit,
When wisdom had no mercy
she was a woman feminine in fury,
wanting to be stronger than truth
when I said I love you she demanded no proof,
All she wanted was a pretty poem
poetry that brings happiness home,
so we made substance of swagger
feeding life gold mined from passion's matter -
J.A.B.
Categories:
effrontery, lost love, love,
Form:
Ode
H is breath was growing shallow, as the
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil
M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim
O ffended by death’s effrontery, she
L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.
For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'
Categories:
effrontery, death, husband, loss
Form:
Acrostic
Your poetry is dark, Mark Strand.
I want to emulate it as I hate
each line. I want to cast it out,
then hold it to my breast
as the defeated one who knows
I could have said it first
had I retreated into selfhood,
placing honesty in all effrontery
and drawing forth the man
who dips into the soul
and finds his art.
I didn't do it.
The gold I see encrusted there
forever lies in your domain.
Every plain-scribed thought remains
your own no matter myriad the times
I have encountered it before,
for words fall on their knees
when spirit rules and art
is not contrived but flows forth
from its source.
I read these washer-woman words
with more than admiration, Mark.
I fondle them, enshrine their pages
with repeated reads, and you
will understand I fondly hate them
as they trace the highways
that a poet laureate selects,
the curves and scenic stops
along the way that I
shall never see or share.
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Categories:
effrontery, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Firstly, it's a manufactured word to suit
the gay community - I'm not impressed;
let's say fifty one per cent are against,
forty five per cent are just not bothered.
I make no apology, my entitlement,
some friends I have are gay, no big deal,
although sometimes I wonder about mindset,
theirs, not mine - is it really oh so fine?
Someone came to my car window, I said: 'No,'
why should I be subjected to such effrontery?
They say that it's 'normal' in the animal kingdom -
animals have their own codes, no human knowledge.
I have my own code, even tho' laws have been made,
consider your position, a phobia doesn't mean I'm afraid.
Categories:
effrontery, discrimination, gender, how i
Form:
Sonnet
THE BRIDAL SOJOURN
Like an American spy I have always been looking around
Wandering around the downtown
Not because of my lost goat
Nor because of my missing boat
But obviously I am the to-be groom
Who has been left in the gloom
I have built a house with big rooms
This has been a lone boon
That I got from my age-long boom
As a to-be groom
I have searched all the pages in the books
And checked all cranny and nooks
In search of the damsel
That would make my relatives dance well
Though I have not been assured
That her love would get me insured
Against adultery and lusty effrontery
But I believe in fluke
That is why I won’t give up to a crook
And rather challenge her with a hook
I saw this template on Google
And this really makes me giggle
Father didn’t stop to niggle
But I let them realize I’m nimble
To find my ravishing bride
That has a picturesque dimple
That is devoid of pimple
And make me forget that I was single
Even if I can still mingle
With ladies that are ostensible
I know her thinking is plausible
And her reasons are tangible
To let them realize we are compatible
Because our union is defensible
JIMOH HAMMED OLAOLUWA
Categories:
effrontery, bridal shower,
Form:
Rhyme
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty
My love for her is quite stormy
She stands and stares in balcony
Dark drifting clouds of agony
Soft etching to art and beauty
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty.
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty
Her hair lashes my effrontery
She stands and stares in balcony
Drags me down by a heart heavy
Tears fall from the eyes crazy
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty.
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Date 2-1-14
Form : Triolet
Dr. Ram Mehta
Ninth Place Win
Contest: Any Poem Goes #22 by Linda
Categories:
effrontery, beauty, love,
Form:
Triolet
Desperate Escapes
By Odin Roark
They see only what they need,
That desire to see beyond
The heat and squalor,
The effrontery to their species' senses,
These sentient beings whose 2nd bedroom
Remains the fire escape.
How haunting
The mangy dog sniffing the gutter below,
Ribs needing something besides vanishing hair
To protect his fragile existence,
His pride long gone
Like the optimistic glow of a downtrodden eye
Slowly closing in the darkness of lost hope.
Yet…
Somehow the animal survives,
Knows no ring-of-battle towel to throw,
Not ropes to hang upon,
No round bell of ending to depend upon.
We contemplate…
High above TV antennae sway precariously,
Moon's glow the spotlight,
This era of cable
Beyond reach,
HD a dream for many,
Rabbit ears struggling to survive
Yet another era of poverty.
For such mutual survivors,
Resting on window sills,
Splayed on cast iron escapes
Atop pillow and laundry,
The square screen offers fantasy survival,
Providing dreams in the bed-of-hope
Even though void of reality,
Their innocence clinging,
They survive greed's harsh weapons,
Enduring further nights of longing,
Endemic to cookie-cutter imitations
A grandiose Manhattan perpetual struggle,
Syria's,
Athens',
Perhaps even tomorrow's utopia.
When does the glad hand of deception disappear
The reach of power's greed meet its end?
To talk,
To negotiate,
To be human,
Some believe
Remains futility's endowment.
Never perhaps an epiphanies’ platform,
But fire escapes, stairwells and rooftops around the world
Will always afford relief for the moment,
Trusting someday
There will be
No need
For such painful dreaming…
Such desperate escapes.
Categories:
effrontery, poverty,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I must give you a very stern warning:
Don’t ever call me at three o’clock in the morning.
You certainly have some unencumbered effrontery.
Why at such an inconvenient time do you want to pester me?
Normal people find the time to sleep at that hour.
How would you like to take a sulfuric acid shower?
I know where you live, and I will come over to your house.
An ingrate like you is the personification of a louse.
Categories:
effrontery, abuse, sick,
Form:
Rhyme
In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
Categories:
effrontery, historyme, marriage, england, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
a cavalcade wept ashore with frenzy like a beastly bus
oblivious of tribes who blissfully dealt without a fuss
triangulated within an ever narrowing pen
contaminated, decimated, eradicated “red” men
once a collection of indigenous separate “nations”
plucked by invaders who usurped america as their den
releasing poison couched as religion into the air
which indignities true colors became readily clear
when europeans “discoverers” fomented war-fare
to those who found themselves in deadly cross hair
every inch of “new world” grimly rustled in every lair
with deadly piping hot metallic bullets with near
with unfamiliar customs on par with a satyr
without means to escape any direction they did veer
cohesion of unity did annihilate without a trace
that belonged to those who stood apart as separate race
paraded as “exotic specimens” in some faraway place
bandied about as if some rare refined silken lace
of their rightful home by chicanery tactics base
to banality, effrontery, hostility though dined
with travesty from Europeans whose dreams lined
against so called original occupants who got maligned.
Categories:
effrontery, adventure, bible, christian, confusion,
Form:
Ballad
STRONG IS YOUR HEART
Deadly is your effrontery
That stands side by side with ground;
Like lion roaring upon its prey
So you wear the toga of a beast
And on megaphone you teach :
Robbers are not defficient in gut.
You scared me,
You indeed scared me Barabbas;
With a finger you kill shame
With nine you pamper vice;
Tell me,what do you do
When you walk on the streets
And flies troop after your path?
I say what do you do
When dogs bark at what is beneath your gown?
When the whistle is blown and all eyes stare at you,
How do you cope Barabbas?
Strong is your heart;
Like an ant you murder conscience
And nation you murder like a fly;
The gulf you inflict on both cries
And the salt from its tears
Is the spice in your soup Barabbas
Categories:
effrontery, corruption, crazy, evil, nonsense,
Form:
Free verse
LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit
Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite
mindful sib bull ling to detach himself from his own plight
and fashion attempt (however feeble)
to complete before this night
a communique (my apologies if thee cognition strikes thee
with dumbfounded hard to comprehend patois),
but perchance a mite
bit of the following - dashed off in a huff - epistle sheds light
on ceasing to ignore yourself (envious
of yar fierce sticktowithiveness) scaling height
of apprehension (more insurmountable than
natural mountain peak, versus taking flight
and shuttering ye out of my humdrum life (orchestrated
with mild sax and violins), yea not mooch to excite
but, this effort pressing fingers
upon select keys eventually generated a byte
size message sent via FIOS fiber optic and mostly airtight.
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Tis with great difficulty birthday cheer proffered, when psyche still stung
by lash of acrimouny, calumny, effrontery, finality rung
humility indelicacy,...zealotry as if spoken with glee from your tongue.
unwise to sustain estrangement caws
each of us imperfect, aye kin attest mine past awash with flaws,
and admit crushing impact felt from others, especially late Zison inlaws
but, now yearly occasion of your birth opportunistic
despite being annexed by anxiety based on uncertain laws
sans human behavior, how ye might respond,
me owning modest kudos buffer as oopahs
to risk brokering a detente (which avoidance
toward thee) undermines cumulative, endearing hur rahs
visited times gone by,
which recent past found me unstoppably gurgling
invariably vibrating uvulas
(yes, ja probably forgot, this bro' born
a mutant Ninja Turtle) xy awes,
Categories:
effrontery, beautiful, celebration, courage, dedication,
Form:
Ode
Order to Control Chaos
Disorder, disobedience devoid of decency.
Eccentric erotic steps on effrontery.
Malice, mischief mended in massacre.
Outrageous turmoil ignites blunder.
Honesty and Truthfulness is priority.
Devotion and Discipline in activity.
Lead life obeying, honoring Morality.
01/29/17
Categories:
effrontery, allusion, journey, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Sunset at Qunu
A Day no more deferred
A Day an Icon is interred;
The Sun sets at Noon
The Sun sets at Qunu.
This is a tall Tower
Crumpled like a flower;
The Sun sets at Noon
The Sun sets at Qunu.
Cape has a richer dune
A Diamond is buried at Qunu;
The Sun sets at Noon
The Sun set at Qunu.
Apartheid’s evil visitation
In masked manifestation,
Watches the bleary Noon
As the Sun sets at Qunu.
Soil on the promontory
Loathes effrontery
While Icon we dispose
To Ancestors to repose
The Sun sets at Qunu
The Sun sets at Noon.
His Life- brave and bold.....
Fast Mandela grew old
Hope they inter him deep
To relish undeterred sleep
The Sun sets at Qunu
The Sun sets at Noon.
Qunu, where he rose
Peacefully he reposes-
The Sun set at Noon
The Sun has set at Qunu.
JM
22nd Dec’ 2013
Categories:
effrontery,
Form:
Ode