Best Elects Poems
Written: October 02, 2023 For Robert James Liguori Contest
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Fervent mishaps start life's biggest wins.
The first crocus shrieks and grins.
A bird's song caused snowflakes to bloom.
Pink, peach, and gold hues in the sky loom.
A fib said once might have afar-reaching effects.
Even as there's time for the truth to tie its elects,
I once took a pathless route to a sluggish win.
Suitable people can clash with the truth within.
Appearances may mislead, and secrets may hide.
A brave and savvy tale, hiding an enigma inside.
Cross rivers and lofty hilltops to find the truth.
Seeking truth amid a world of lies and sleuth
Aged tale as Eden Tree, vernal as a raw tooth
Men grasp lip-thatch form, art, and truth.
Erstwhile, tales, and fables tell.
Truth, rising from the depths of its well.
Authenticity faces life's storms defenseless.
Yet slyness stays sealed to strife senseless.
Justice and fairness ensure all are rated fairly.
Dark deceit and evil send spun wiles sparsely.
Be brave—the liar is a coward and a slave.
Sneaky, skilled at scams and lies, awful knave.
Being honest is punter than money and status.
Stick to the truth, relish light, do not tend to fuss.
Righteousness is power; truth must prevail.
True bravery for an hour typically will avail.
Under any disaster, selfish wails yield no gain.
Inspire with grit and firm will, not always pain.
We have the right to freedom of speech and expression,
But we have NOT the right to use them for transgression.
A right is a privilege to be respected every time we use
And not as a platform to others, harass, insult, abuse.
So many are quick to claim their right to freedom of speech,
But don't give a second thought to how the right, they breach.
If one exercises their rights, they have also an obligation,
To use the rights responsibly, with respect and consideration.
We all don't have to the same, believe, think, like, or live,
But it's all of our duties to respect towards others, give.
If one uses their rights to antagonise, bully, or spread hatred,
They're abusing their rights and should have them confiscated.
If one cannot respect their rights, use them responsibly,
They don't deserve to have them, to abuse them liberally.
Disrespecting our rights is dishonouring those who gave,
Who sacrificed their lives, to our rights and freedoms, save.
So, if you're one of those who's disrespectful, with no class,
Who chooses to use your rights to bully, bash, harass,
Remember who/what you desecrate is despicable, at best;
A reflection of yourself; from others, likewise you request.
I say this to anyone who elects to abuse a right,
"Why don't YOU strap on combat boots and fight;
Put YOUR life on the line, a place of living hell,
And see how YOU would like then, disrespect as well."
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-05-21 14:46:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
ELEMENTS part 2: WIND
Fiercely, it seemed the furious wind forestalled
The baseball game, bat and ball suspended.
How now must the players play without palavering
all over the green grassy glittering ball field?
Each one with helmets, tough hamstrings and hairy chins,
Chasing after that classic colored little ball
That the bowler spins lifting shins showing that
He'll get you out without any fuss for now.
A powerful element which elects at times to elope with roofs,
Assuming a windy whirling wrecking stance,
As though its speed should stall scheduled events
For which flyers were planned printed passed around.
A heavy task tidying up after this tempestuous wind,
After gales of gusty glaring gusts, push you from behind.
What a chaotic cheerless crowd, chattering on home,
To tell the terrifying tale to others.
Title: ELEMENTS part 2: WIND
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Contest Deadline:
4/16/2016 @ 12:00:00 AM
No road elects to prune
a wavy path past mindless
parts of this life,
resembling our ghosts,
my love
I need no hearing,
no strings and
no sounds,
I need only hear your voice...
No love selects a raindrop's
teary glide,
that leaves a broken heart
unheeded,
my love
Those wails we use to un-robe
a sheath of repeated loss,
Demand we know...
and say no,
the second before we deplete
the trust
My love,
I know no worth
beyond the faith you bestow on me
No right to think
aside from that storied
black man steel
My world elects to choose
your captive smile,
kept in tow for him...
to signify
my love denied
My love,
That welts and strain
wrap our shared images with a glare
is an un-repeated refrain,
of the sunlight at dawn
That strands of desolation
retain misguided parity
with our measured truth,
is dusk's residual question
When rivers line up neglected masses
of sand
and our curative rain ceases,
in the resulting twilight...
We can only call belief, endurance,
and call sanity...brave
We invoke a fictive trust
replete with faith
For our elusive love to live
endessly
With you, my love,
We ask questions of fate,
that dies under rocks
unturned...
unheard...
Until the fate itself
loses its life
in a lost dream's unneeded
disguises
Our triumphs
call our dark moments reprieve
when all else fails
We lose our loves
in reprieves and dreams,
for our daring sanity
to stay brave
We call for each other's loves
to return like haunted dreams
To say for you my love. Unsaid.
And for me your love...
to never know
for sure...
For those who should
Be on watch
In our defense
Opted for a romance with her
Chasing the treasures on her neck
In an endless discovery
The Sword is on the field….
For they have trodden the path
Of small is not beautiful
In a parasitic center
Drunk with wine in which
Is dissipation
While the sword drinks in mirth
The blood of contemporaneity
Our confessed sentinels
Have refused to stand
Girding their waists with altruism
These voluptuous sentinels
Forgot,
The river that draws the battle line
With its origin will not live to grind the axe
The Sword is on the field
For they decided
To sheath their sword
Even the shield and the helmet
Watched intrepidly at the ordnance
Shaking their heads in utter dismay
The Sword is on the field
It is yet to be satiated
For the elects
Shod their feet
Verbalizing false gospel of oneness
With unedifying necessities
That imparts no grace to the hearers
The Sword is on the field….
And the field in ceaseless flow of bloodied democracy
In ceaseless flow with dumdum bullets
The master’s sword of legitimacy
Is undermined
And the sword bruised sanctity
Still, The Sword is on the field!
Where shall we run?
When small is not beautiful
We sanctify the field
But the blood
Would not cease to flow
Baffling, the turmoil... This warrior, she
with fiercest desire to safeguard the weak
and innocent, rises to squelch hostile fire,
protecting when able with crafts she’s acquired.
But lover prevails; she won’t raise a fist,
lest push comes to shove, and villain persists.
She elects tactful words to settle the score;
oft slighting herself, yet for others she'll roar...
And tear limb from limb when concessions won’t do
(her mind bends a notch when defender steps through).
Because she wants peace to fully endure,
she stays combat-ready with aims to secure.
With zest for the fight, she regards skillful motion,
though harm by her hand is a sickening notion.
1/28/20
For POLARITIES AND PARADOXES Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Explosive and intimidating, only the well to do can bargain
Xenon’s imitator-rare in the mixture of its like
Peacocks so classy in comparison to Turkeys
Evaluation of worth raises the wings of pride, but
New necessarily does not translate to costly
Selects its attraction but never to be selected
Invites without a microphone, advert, plea or agency
Very strict in maintaining an already established level, which is
Enclosed in packages made of precious rares.
< elects not to open door by hand
looks pretty stupid too
even an grandma can do it
calling all grandma's
technology has gone to far
really really to far now
one does not need to be an rocket scientist
nor an magician
it's easy as one two three
candidly smile
tip your hats
look both ways
launch arms outward
and pull or push that's it
My Word Chosen Was
Electronically
Written by
Katherine Stella
5/9/2011
Entry For Dakarai Cobb's
The Sonnet Man's Acrostic Challenge
GL All
You don't know your gender while confusing pronouns
any opposing view must be shouted down
You learn sex education from drag queens
while believing Christianity is obscene
Excuse for communism it was never done right
only your generation will solve that plight
Sell your soul for gun control claiming to save life
while aborting babies brings you a sick delight
Anything you ever want must be for you free
white people are responsible for all misery
Being Green is your god
supporting globalism the poor it robs
You'll never get married or have children of your own
bitter hateful and angry you'll die alone
Violent rioting and looting you burn down and torch
the neighborhoods and business you claim to support
Disband the police and don't punish crime
while imprisoning political opposition is fine
Don't want borders or have American pride
would be happy if America would died
No liberty no law no rights or constitution
sell your freedom eagerly like prostitution
Wanting A. I . to rule you gladly
to be reduce as a human battery
Global warming is a religion to you
Green policies starve and pollute
Grooming children to destroy family
Being serfs in a ruined economy
You will always be depressed and in a slump
Because in 2024 America re-elects President Trump.
#"Don't Turn Away!"
At least of all, NOT today!
You ARE being spoken too, yes YOU!
This goes far beyond mere noise, and the volumes are deafening! What am I referring to? The Ultimate Gifted Voice, "WITHIN".
But, sometimes we opt to ignore it...
And yet, it chooses NOT to ignore us!
How fortunate is that?
What a REPLENISHING supply!
The GOLDEN VOICE asks, how long will you keep procrastinating? I AM WITHIN YOU TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR ESCALATING!
Someone elects to sleep...
the inner voice weeps; it yells, it rages,
it screams it's time to advance to
NEW STAGES!
"WAKE UP!
IT'S TIME FOR A SHAKE-UP! ! !"
It's Time, to Align, for an ADVANCED Version of "YOU"! An ENHANCED Pay-Off from Mere ACTIONS Pursued!
©Renee D. Gross (GHPPR) 2023#
America:
Does the Light Still Shine?
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"Freedom of speech,
Freedom to worship,
Freedom from want,
Freedom from fear."
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Travelers to this Blessed Land
Had many varied tales to tell;
Emigrants from harsh demands
Beset by woes words can't dispel,
Long suffered tragedies emerge:
Exiles condemned for their beliefs,
Scapegoats who fled a rampant purge,
Survivors who sought war's relief,
Elects reviled for social strains
Deplored as being risky foes
Left homes behind with all to gain
And persevered when tests arose.
Now, citizens with Rights-in-hand
Delivered to this Blessed land.
Villanelle: Only in democracies reigns surprise
Only in democracies reigns surprise
The majority cast their franchised rights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies
In dictatorships the leader is wise
He elects himself and appoints his mites
Only in democracies reigns surprise
On election day leaders on the rise
By the hundredth day majority fights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies
By end of first term majority dies
Wonders how they kept the leader uprights
Only in democracies reigns surprise
By start of second term the voter cries
Give us our oligarchy by rights
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies
In dictatorships people march in files
To show they don’t much care about rights
Only in democracies reigns surprise
Elect CEOs who tell fat cat lies.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
The prism is a schism of discordian vision,
To prevent intercession of men up in my kitchen,
Through the Cult of Kek,
We've just witnessed boredom is business,
Emphasis on the actions performed on the internets,
What's the difference between 4chan and fame?
When memetic magic help elects the king of the game?
West coast egoists have no boasting left,
When their eagle got poached by a troll, shot dead.
The average joe don't even know the source of his lols,
The underground thrones are only known by the gnomes,
The bi-polar sorcerer, performing cultural crap storms,
Summoning dragons born from the most fascist of norms,
I only study I do not perform these rituals,
But the alt-right is spooky and scares me just a little.
If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity, until bedecked,
upon the scene comes Man, erect?
A pain-free god’s what you expect?
It seems creation's architect
is oft accused by means direct
(an argument they resurrect),
of child abuse, pain and neglect,
a charge to which I must object.
Though I'm not needed to protect,
still neither shall this go unchecked.
Although I mean no disrespect,
I think when one is circumspect,
allows not logic to defect,
to fancy, does not genuflect,
and stops carefully to reflect,
they, too, will see the disconnect.
For when they do, I do suspect,
unwittingly, Godhead bisect
(it's rare, if I may interject,
that they might attempt to trisect),
considering not, in effect,
that though there are three intellects,
their wills, communal, intersect,
their overlap complete, correct.
Now you may ask what this affects,
but what it means is all aspects
of common will and dialect,
are locked in a direct connect,
such that when one of them elects
to carry out a plan perfect,
none are diminished, none henpecked,
nor subject to a misdirect,
nor actions that might disaffect,
nor any sovereign state rejects
(hence child abuse notions are wrecked).
I have the scriptures to inspect;
in these I cannot recollect
attempts from truth to redirect,
so I eject as incorrect
the notion that God did elect
to avoid pain, to disinfect,
but rather, chose pain to connect
with life, with us, and with respect,
through Christ, and not in retrospect.
So the morning star stood against the heavens,
Then Jehovah sent mighty angels to battle against
Lucifer, the devil.
Lucifer fought with gangsters but lost;
Being haul down to earth losing a side wing:
Father of all lies, turn humanity against Jehovah,
The creator of all things that was;
That is and that someday may be.
Humanity knew sin and fell short to the glory of God:
His daily pace was directed by the footprint of the
wicked one.
God repented over humanity, but pitied the cause of
change:
Jehovah made his word as flesh among humanity,
But wickedness of men draged the lamb of the
world and nailed him to a cross.
Amazingly, Jehovah resurrected Jesus Christ from
the grave and
Quickened and empowered the left eleven to go out
there and preach the gospel.
Sorrowful persecution and tribulation followed the
disciples till their dying day:
Now the walk hasn’t change,
But the devil has implemented a strategy by music
To lure and own as many as he could:
Music has come to drive immorality through the
heart and mind of many,
Negatively, seducing the streets; changing money
for fornication and fame.
This shall slowly pervade lands upon lands until it
covered the entire world.
And the Bible been out of sight and mind, but, upon
the hearts of the elects;
Seen churches turned to shopping malls and club
houses.
These times the dragon has been held in the world;
Bringing oneness among the people, and every
culture:
A new form of currency in a form of a mark;
Those that should accept would receive every
necessity available,
But those that should rise against would be even
robbed of the little they own.
Wickedness would amass as God Almighty might
for a while part with humanity.
You could name it a world of mammon.
Kirk of Satan could be found everywhere:
Lovers of CHRIST JESUS,
Getting persecutions through the test of time;
Then at a day untold, CHRIST JESUS would break
from the firmament,
When the sky darkened;
Those with the beast mark (tattoo) would be
exposing by the great light;
The sea would vomit (spiritually) every life in it.
There would be no place for them to hide.
They may cut themselves with blades and stones,
wishing to escape the wrath of God.
Judgment for the righteous would be honor but for
the wicked shame.