Best Establish Poems
Once there was a man called Frank Benhance,
Believes writing for contest certainly enhances.
Enhance by stunt & gimmick-doubt!
Enhance by magic & trick – doubt!
Bloody, sustainable establishment - Soup poets enhance.
I try to establish strong mental footholds
In resemblance to fort knox physical strongholds
Through repentance I lost the spiritual blindfold
So every sentence I mock material billfolds
I seek an understanding of answers beyond the proven
Discreet but demanding how choices response woven
Steep iceberg floating trying to go past frozen
Deep dreamer mind roaming wake to visions unspoken
I walk a new direction to relieve my transgressions
I look toward heaven to receive a better connection
My poetic expressions are close to schools lessons
Not prophetic but blessings do follow these sessions
I choose my own path and I fold up my coattails
So whether tears or laugh others stand behind guardrails
If life is simple math I want some calculus from Yale
No test I cannot pass its like the answers are wholesale
to establish peace
peace's education is must
of humanity
above caste and creed
out of stubborn differences
feel humans as own
God's been teaching us
to let us know all tastes of
so that we can feel
time's waiting for world
He's always protecting love
hate will be destroyed
I say the word and feign a Freudian slip
From between its legs duplicities drip
Often doubling as a quip and tasting chalky, just a bit
History will record the troubling truth
that I never existed if I don’t submit
I’ll submit this thing as if it’s a soliloquy
while being transparent with reverse psychology
When transparency is brutal it packs a voice
and reverse psychology, feudal and conundrous
remains my voodoo doll of sadistic choice
I’ll submit to this contest and play my part
of being a number somewhere south of the winners art
Once again I’ll suck up to the system
and once again with all its heart the system will suck me down
without even a gesture of orbiter dictum
A social mirror once said, “we love you, submit to me”
I used to show it what I wish I could really be
but it cared more for its own scripted ego
and tried to love me like a gas-lighting lover
so I gave it the finger more than ten years ago
I’ve been told that only the cream earns Summa Cum Laude
I graduated Some Come Later from the hallows of a Christian god
So how should I wear the facade upon this stage?
I shouldn’t use “dude”, nor cliched kitsch like I just did
But I’ll not to be sullied by a tired script from a mirror’s page
Yet for the scripted glory this poet pines
He rolls his eyes at the rules, and colors colors outside the lines
Prismatic angles he declines and spanks his colors with twisted sticks
With blinding tinnitus in his transient sight he thus surrenders
and submits (to) his magniloquentesque amateur parlor tricks
Earth to novice poet... Dude, submitting is not as painful as it seems
Novice poet to Earth… No Dude, you know when falls the silent tree
I hear poetic voices but my poetic choices have disqualified me, so
this is my last reverse transmission into my pathetic poetic pipe dreams
Thank you kindly. No offense but I should just go
Is peace of mind for all the souls possible?
Can the happiness of the World we double?
These questions are totally unanswerable
As the loving part of human heart is feeble
Man is supreme among all the living races
By hook or crook, victory he easily traces
With vengeance, every soul, he chases
He loves to stash money in suit-cases
Money makes him become mother's enemy
To kill one another, he has created an Army
He is making the scope for peace gloomy
He loves to wear gold like Egyptian mummy
He allows hatred to dominate in his mind
Though through money, peace he can't find
He amasses it by being mentally blind
For the sake of money, he turns unkind
How to rectify the greed of man, dear God?
Is there a method to do it on the holy sod?
Can we make him good by not being a fraud?
If you can do it, please bless us all my Lord.