Best Empt Poems
SAID THE VICTIM OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
To me,
my cries
deep and soul wrenching.
To you,
shallow. and insignificant.
My tongue forever
twisted with fear,
slurs every word with emotion,
as shame and society's curses invoke themselves
into MY soul.
For though,
I was the prey,
this a crime that blames the victim,
and who wants to hear a woman’s cries of sexual abuse?
No friends
and sometimes no family,
life places you in seclusion.
HE,
the predator,
baroque with prudent calculated words,
tearing down my character,
gratifying himself,
like one who has never done a wrong.
Episodically traumatizing searing jolts in my chest,
as the congested lies continue to spew,
casting a veil of derision
reviving the shameful and revolting touches
all over again.
A new ghostly shadow
creeping out into the light
that will forever follow me,
pre-empt MY days and steal MY nights.
How are yours?
© Al Juman The "said" Poet 9/25/2018
Categories:
empt, 11th grade, abuse, anger,
Form:
Free verse
Thanksgiving Day with prayers of thanks and blessings
Hue of warmth and rich amber and scarlet crowns losing
Ardent colors gleam beneath the trees as the golden sun is burning
November cool days are filled with gratitude; fields being prep for planting
Kempt and newly tilled, bare brown earth ready for anew birth of seeding.
Scrapbooks are soon opened as a reunion of family and friends are gathering
Grandma is in the kitchen preparing a feast with all the trimmings for Thanksgiving
Impatient children filled with enthused laughter and amusing bantering
Vibrant autumn accent a horn of plenty cornucopia, candlelight quivering
It’s exciting, gathering around the table to feast on golden-brown turkey that’s waiting
Nestled with stuffing, pumpkin pie golden brown and spicy sweet most appetizing
Grateful of bliss and blessings dear family and friends bring
11/5/2016
Categories:
empt, autumn, blessing, family, food,
Form:
Monorhyme
Archie A. Agag, the American Idol Kaiser
Be hiding in an underground concrete bunker
Closed-eyed hate peeper sleepy late-riser
Dreaming of a bottom end H-bomb dumpster
Enter the REM meltdown maelstrom at every kiosk money mall
F-18's flying overhead the puny ant farm military parade
General Moronika making the Armageddon mushroom last call
Hells bells raining warning chimes on a pre-empt air raid
Idiocy is the devalued political currency ... a burn paper destiny
Jumbled lunacy is getting no checks-and-balance power scrutiny
Kaboom! Ain’t no more children in the classrooms
Love Apprentice Style for the siren sound of the war drums
Mutated babies delivered in M.A.S.H triage tombs
Nuclear jacks wanna be Scar boss king of the jungle beanstalk
Opioid delusions is giving ‘em rash hash hallucinations in bulk
Point the deadly sniper scope at the fleeing downtrodden refugees
Que the funeral violins upon the released vials of chemical disease
Recommendations coming from all butt-licking tongues on knees
Sanity trailblazers are on a sabbatical vacation from the con cartoons
Temple of Doom rescue ... Indiana Jones Hans Solo ain’t coming soon
Uncle Sam sez that permanent peace can only come thru war
Visions of propaganda lust being televised on a nonstop snore
Witness the apocalypse now being sold as coming-to-you later
X marks the spot where the patients zero fled from the crater
Yellowstone sulfuric lies be bubbling up to an AAA barren surface
Zuni sunrise setting on glow-in-the-dark places ablaze purchased
Categories:
empt, perspective, society, truth, wisdom,
Form:
ABC
A Thought
Throughout all of life, planted are many an evil seed,
giving birth to sick souls, feeding their need
to control, with many a lost spirit – all it doth feed !,
missing the essence of humanity – is greed !,
while others, with hearts so large, give their all
where nothing is too big, nor is it to small.
From grace, they will, surly, never fall
and among mankind they will surely stand tall.
All power, some want, and want to control
the minds of their followers as they stroll
blindly into the arms of an organized religion,
becoming pawns, for this religious affiliation,
that for man, for society, is not, but an abomination,
destroying the hearts and souls of man, of creation.
Where will we be ?, with their world saturation
and their attempts at political domination.
B. J. “A” 2
October 7th 2013
Poetry
Dreams – in poetic expressions,
are but the souls of one’s confessions
of desires realized, of desires dreamt,
of life that would pre-empt
all that is mundane
all that would drive one insane
B. J. “A ” 2
October 7th 2013
Categories:
empt, holocaust, poetry, religion,
Form:
Rhyme
Beleaguer me with beaten breaths as I burn long beyond this dalliance of love,
Remind me with a rush of redolent-rippled candy kisses draped across my lips--
Enchant me with a tickle of your tempest as you transcend my tepid tranquility,
Attacking my dank demure with your deliciously decadent defiance to my doubt--
Tiptoe your ebullient eyes through thick doleful curtains drawn atop my trust,
Helping to lather my lassitude with your lustrous elixir-like gaze that slays me--
Tempt my desires with your tender touch as you whisper passion into my veins,
Aching to unravel into your snowy soft embrace at a falling feather's descent--
Kill the messenger that meddles in my mind preventing me from your seduction,
Imbibing me in sensual serenity as we get lost climbing sky-bound staircases--
Never stop the theft of my breath for I promise you troves after each idyllic kiss,
Granting you all the love that my lungs can hold as you fix me with your bliss--
March 10, 2016
Categories:
empt, angst, change, emotions, love,
Form:
Acrostic
Earth Voice
[Source: Various media reports of towns developed across Europe during the boom years which now lie empt; and the growing migration from the cities to the childhood towns and villages where the newly dispossessed grew up - close to kith and kin].
Concrete, steel and glass creations
Stand deserted. Shipwrecked in ghostly isolation.
Shiny new towns with names not faces
Echo with the murmurings of ghouls
And shrieks of financial loss and isolation.
Roads where no car dares to pass.
Railroad tracks with no timetable. No spinning wheels.
Great monuments to what we had become.
Irrelevant. Empty now.
Welcome home my brothers and sisters (Bienvenido de Voelta)
Children of Naxos, Villacanas and Alfandega da Fe
And countless towns and villages which sleep along the way
For I have missed you . Eagerly awaited your return.
Lay your false gods aside. Let their land of plenty quietly die.
For my earth is rich and I offer this unconditionally to you.
with joy not hesitation; and though we may suffer drought and infestation
We suffer together for that is the natural order
And that is my promise to you.
Let us build a permanent home
Sheltered by the sun; the wind and the rain.
Make use of my stones and rocks to build firm foundations
To feed and nurture. Your community. Your sanctuary.
And measure your contentment in quiet satisfaction
For these intangible gifts are more valuable
Than all the concrete, steel and glass that you’ll ever own.
Categories:
empt, business, home, home,
Form:
Free verse
Love her when you can
love her if you can
spare her when you can
bless her for you can
adore him when you can
embrace him coz you can
rebuke him for you have to
assist him for you can
Hold hands when you can
share love when its pure
deny not what you feel
find refuge in each other
fear thee not heartbreak
pre-empt not what is pure
attain happiness in love
delight in what you love
aspire to please
the one you love
aim to satisfy
your lovers needs
Give yourself for love
ransom your soul with love
assure you're heart with love
For love is the gift of mortality
and the envy of immortals..
Categories:
empt, love,
Form:
Blank verse
Propensity to perfection won’t cease,
Enslaving us to “more and better” mode.
Ruthless ego we strain hard to appease,
Carrying “What Others Think” – quite a load!
Endure all flaws and failures with distress,
Propelled by insecurities within,
Tempt tailoring ourselves, nevertheless,
Inside out of the comfort of our skin.
One only alteration does make sense -
New insight vision and much sharper lens.
January 22, 2021
Contest: All Yours
Categories:
empt, life,
Form:
Acrostic
Trump for Contempt Horn Haiku
Should Trump we pre-empt?
Or for everything exempt;
Jail him for contempt.
So what do you think?
Can he remove every kink
We end down the sink.
Lost cause he had been
Eaten up in lion's den;
Thank God and Amen.
Jim Horn
http://www.msnbc.com/rachel-maddow/watch/will-donald-trump-chicken-out-of-debates-736382531719?cid=eml_mra_20160802
Categories:
empt, humorous,
Form:
Please excuse me for trying to pre-empt the censors that now live among us. I hope that my meaning is clear.
A Much Better One
The world's always been, as it is now,
a very se***l place. Organisms, in all their variety,
be f****n'. It's what assures reproduction.
So why do so many humans in the US of A
have an unhealthy fixation on such a natural function?
Even a natural body uncovered by clothing
sets these small minds all a twitter.
A br***t bared to nurture an infant has been seen by too many as somehow obscene.
I see this as proof of our utter disconnection from the real sources of life.
And I haven't even broached the subject of pleasure. What we each feel when we play with our c***s or our pu****s. Some of us from a very young age.
Why is so much of this covered under a blanket of titters and denial? If this is a natural function who will it, exactly, defile?
Why do we choose to constantly hover above the ground floor of reality?
If I'm denied the right to speak freely about the human condition who does it save? Who is being protected from whom?
Who, exactly, are those who are killing our global sisters and brothers without showing any real mercy? And how are they still being allowed to do this?
Why isn't this seen for the utter disconnection from the real sources of life that it is?
And... when I speak of f*****g... and women baring their br***ts to nurture their babies... why is my right to speech all of a sudden denied?
Perhaps it is time that we rethought our values. And became more connected. And became less supportive of those killing our sisters and brothers. And became more proactive in finding ways to making the world we were given into a much better one.
Categories:
empt, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
For so long, of you, my mind has dreamed
Finally, my eyes wishes were streamed
As you come towards me when I'm dreaming
Thoughts of you feeling loved I am streaming
Roll over toward me, I will hold you in our dreams
Our hands discover each other, love affectionately streams
Whisper to my ear all the fantasies you have ever dreamt
Both wake tangled in brambles, of devotion that's never empt
Categories:
empt, devotion, girlfriend, inspirational love,
Form:
Rhyme
am...tea
empt-tea-ed
now...
so...sew me
a...cof eh?
black...
with...three
sweet-ners
cof...
to...sweet-nurse
the...espresso
Categories:
empt, addiction, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
Like an empty glass
Hope fills
among the mass
Hope fills the glass
Empty carts
broken Heart
Hope fills
Like a chuck hole
Concrete asphalt filled
Joy is spilled
Empty box
Toddler falls
Hung up conference call
Unemployed wallets moneyless
Empty pockets
Empt y hands empty Glass empty hearts purple glance
I'm filling chance
12/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Categories:
empt, analogy, hope,
Form:
Free verse
I know this is temporary
But it doesn’t ease the pain,
Faking who I am for now
Pushing those feelings down again.
The repercussions of doing this
Already fills my head with doubt,
Forcing myself to be present
When I just want to sit this one out.
I can’t pre-empt the future
But if I’m just going from my past,
My world will crash all over again
And I’ll be feeling like an outcast.
If I’ve had the strength to fake this
Why can’t I do this everyday?
I know I possibly could but
It’s exhausting in every possible way.
This disconnecting feeling
Is making my world feel quite small,
Friends and family become strangers
As I build up this impenetrable wall.
Categories:
empt, anxiety, change, depression, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme