Best Exonerate Poems


Consistency

"Consistency"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Contemplate, debate hate
Rate state magistrates
Mate great fates
Wait....date late
Deflate straight weight
Emancipate inmate traits
Dissipate irate gates
Indicate!  Investigate!  Litigate!
Incarcerate?  Degradate?  Incinerate?
Rejuvenate!  Captivate!  Demonstrate!
Innovate!  Motivate!  Fascinate!
Anticipate!  Dedicate!  Articulate!
Communicate....congratulate....exonerate
Infiltrate....penetrate....interrogate
Implicate!  Detonate!  Annihilate!
Separate?  Segregate?  Disintegrate!

Love of My Heart

First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and forever will be
Little nothing known I, wholly out-and-out shed He supreme priceless blood.

Could He resent dying on the woods?
Nail-pierced palms’ no hilarity
Doubtlessly fleshly heart as mine was His
Torment and anguish trepidation interweave
Extremity heartbeats.

Shudder to death in imagination of His death knowledge
Evoke mocking and disdains and beatings with cursing render repentance
How innocence turned guilty for wrongs
Cleansed as filthy garment purged in blood to whiteness
Had I gone onto altar for me, I’d fail acceptance as offering.

Lamb worthily solitary slain, sins exonerate
What shall I repay Lord demise on intersection?
His is silver, gold own I not, words of mouth thanking Him the Lord gave
What feasibly of value can I, for Jesus do, equate that He’s done on the cross?
Instead, “Thank you King Messiah, Lover of my soul.”

Who else is worthy to open the scroll breaking seven seals?
Who can go to God arbitrating iniquities?
Only Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God High above in holy heaven on glorious throne
Moreover He’s Love of my heart
None other is Life and Counsel.

He deserves honor and glory and majesty and worship from all
Described as Wonderful, Marvelous, Precious and Adorable
Nothing alike to Him; be it on lands, in depth of waters or yonder horizons
No one matches His standards, but His love endures human imperfections
He is the Almighty, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnificent, and Omnipresent.

His name is Jesus-The One and the Only ONE, besides Him is no other than He
Blessed be the name of Jesus forever and ever.
Amen!

Road To Exile: Boko Haram

Road to exile.

Boko Haram immigrants of hell,

nurtured to torture,

Bomb-tore people like vulture.

 

We all scared for our own fear,

Death,

that makes us all victim.

Just for a much smaller group or network.

 

It bothers me, in my inner mind,

how heartless a human can be,

heart more harder than the wildest beast.

who just turned devourer, for religion and illiteracy.

 

It bothers me less, knowing the time we are in,

The ruthless time of age,

the era John, reviled,

For only those who stand strong will be full of ecstatic.

 

They claim to be ignorant of Boko,

yet they made use of it,

They path this way, for all these Cock and Bull story.

Regardless of, we will exonerate.

 

Our faith in Christ Jesus will grow stronger,

For the Conqueror Peaceful Lamb,

Will slay the Perpetrators, with His rod.

Only then will the Crying Soul Rest.


Aids and Aids

How many it has sent to Hades
Despite the many aids
Lavished over the ages

Your gender does not exonerate you
Neither does the gene in you
Nor age emancipate you

Who really is to blame?
For AIDS unscrupulous fame
Rendering all efforts lame

We now live in a State of Emergency
Wholly engaged is every agency
Watch what a state of delinquency!

Oh! How bitterly I weep
When I perceived how very deep
The unchecked scourge of its whip

How many died yesterday?
How many will today?
Yet, tomorrow is another day

Maybe or maybe not we live
Hope is what makes us believe
We shall stumble on a lasting relief

You and I have a role to play
For this malady to give way
Give aids with LOVE every day.

Premium Member What's Left Of Your Heart

Concealed behind an emotionless mask,
emptiness levies a terrible toll.
For to feel one fleeting moment of peace
you must sacrifice both body and soul.

Cringing all alone, wiping away tears:
you exonerate the cold edge of steel.
And lingering on the fringes of fear,
guilt, admonishes you for how you feel.

Shards of indifference cut into flesh:
and your inhibitions begin to fade.
For anticipating instant relief:
your expectations empower the blade.

With a vague awareness of your heartbeat:
you watch as crimson drops flow from your vein.
And anxiety speeds your throbbing pulse:
as cutting starts to numb, your greater pain.

A feeling of fragmentation follows:
as you crawl into what's left of your heart.
And sedated within its scarlet pool:
you gather each piece as it falls apart.

Steps In My Mind

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The Emote Monologues Series

 

by Ashleigh Chaka

 

 

 

 

The steps in my mind


 

Dear....

 

l have written this with due diligence that it gets to you quickly,

For you are the only person that l can talk to,

l have been having too many headaches,

l just feel there is some dodging footsteps in these membranes,

l know l am sure

You know l just don't make use of my emotional diagnosis,

Which l have conformed to now and again,

Connoted by the fidgeting of my skull,

My mind surely has become a race course,

l hope you forgive me for not trusting people and for being so silent,

These slight bolting thoughts have been piercing my mind,

Confronting my mother being the quickest to the courageous line,

Wondering if her decisions in life were ever imbibed with my happiness,

If she was ever cognizant of what l wanted...

Maybe l overslept on my grandmother back and missed my alarm,

l have been so certain...

...that maybe lam the sacred orphan with both parents,

...l do not know who to blame for these feelings,

l end up being lost in the maze in my mind,

Well twenty-four years of her absence in my life may have eroded her mother-ness to me?

Too many questions acquiring of my thesis,

l have tried all sorts of discussions with my mind,

But to no avail,

Perhaps you can come into this discussion

What happens if the priceless gift you have in life...

Wakes up the other morning with a price tag??

...Only embedded with the worthiness only equal to our respect?

...Every time l try to resolve this and heal my self,

...the other step in mind steps right on the toes of my angry thoughts,

This is what l have been going through...

Please exonerate this blood pressure...

it's these steps in my mind serving this swollen requisite,

Now l can't move on like always,

Even my legs have had enough,

There are swollen...

Shame for some...

... a misconception of Blood pressure.

Well dear ....

Family pressure.

 

 

??+263 784 528 884

 

steps in my mind

Ashleigh Chaka


Faith and Trust

One day I will state officially
You have me unconditionally
This motion I will activate
Your love I won’t exonerate
I will keep you locked inside
My heart until i can decide
When it’s safe for me to share
These feelings i want to declare
For you that are growing deep
Wanting love to slowly seep
Inside your tender fragile heart
So you know right from the start
I promise to do this favor
Your love I will always savor
And not throw into the trash
Causing it to burn and crash
Like your last lover has done
Causing you to turn and run
Putting you through a bad strain
On your heart till it regains
The faith it needs to follow through
And believe my love is true
So I will just take my time
Till i can prove my love will shine
To brighten up your painful past
Showing that true love does last

Premium Member The Poem That Exzonerate Or Convict President Donald Trump

WE HAVE AN"IDEA ABOUT BEING "FAIR"! WE STAND AGAINST BIGOTRY,HATE,RACISM,ETHINIC CLEASINING,FACISM,AND ANY FORM OF "HATE" AGAINST A "FELLOW HUMAN BEING"!!! WHO SHOULD BE CONVICTED OF NOT STANDING AGAINST RACISM AND "HATE"? THOSE WHO DO NOT STAND AGAINST RACISM VERBALLY AND SAY IT IS A ENEMY OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA SHOULD BE BARRED FROM HOLDING ANYKIND OF PUBLIC OFFICE. CAN THIS BE THE POEM THAT WILL "EXONERATE" OR CONVICT "PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP,AND HELP HIM TO BE IMPEACHED FOR TRYING TO DIVIDE THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA? IMPEACHMENT: YES? NO? DEMOCRACY SAVED THROUGH THE GRACE OF THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY! THOSE IN MOST DEMOCRATIC SOCIETIES "LOVE "DEMOCRACY"!!!!DEMOCRACY "TEACHES"
AND TEACHES OVER,AND OVER AGAIN THAT 'US'......"ALL" KNOW......NO MATTER WHAT OUR RACE,COLOR,OR CREED,WE ARE "VERY MUCH VALUED"BY A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY!!!! DEMOCRACY HAS MOST OF "THE POWER" TO SUCCEED,AND BRING ABOUT PROSPERITY IN THE POOREST FAMILY THAT IS IN NEED!WHOM ADVISED DONALD TRUMP TO CUT BACK ON SCHOOL TEACHERS,AND "EDUCATING IN OUR DEMOCRATIC NATION?WAS IT A CRIMINAL WHOM DONALD TRUMP EMPLOYED?DEMOCRACY'S GOAL IS ONLY TO PLEASE ALL OF THE RACES THAT IT IS COMPOSED OF,AND HAS COME TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS PLACE "THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA""". THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS "EVERY "RACE"!!!! CAN CHINA SAY THAT? LET US LOVE. DO NOT BE AFRAID OF LOVING TO MUCH. LOVE IS THE FULFILLING OF THE LAW!!DEMOCRACY FULFILLS A NEED TO PLEASE ITS PEOPLE WHOM DEMOCRACY REPRESENTS!!! DEMOCRACY DELIVERS "IMPEACHMENT WITH PUNISHMENT FOR THOSE WHO WILL NOT STAND AGAINST BIGOTRY,RACISM,HATRED,ETHINIC CLEANING!!! IMPEACHMENT IS THE JUSTICE FOR THE MAN WHO WILL NOT STAND AGAINST RACISM,HATRED,DISCRIMINATIUON  ,AND IS IN A LEADERSHIP POSITION. LOVE,FRIENDSHIP,PASSION,EMPATHY MUST CONTINUE TO BE THE BUILDING BLOCK FOR ANY DEMOCRACY,ALONG WITH JUSTICE!WHO IS A PAWN ,AND WILL NOT STAND AGAINST RACISM,BIGOTRY,HATRED,AND IS IN A LEADERSHIP POSITION? PRAY! AMEN.

Elegy Written On the Death of a Paramour

ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH
OF A PARAMOUR
How many faces shroud
A paramour ?
One, two, more!
He was vibrant
Man hood with veins and vines
Gushing passion
Historicity
Genetic thread bestowed
Chewing wild passions
Bit by bit
Anaconda devouring tender deer
Deliciously.
Adolescent love
Infatuations
Treacherous;
And on by virtue of wedlock
Sheer arrogance,
Sharpeníd tongue and horns.
Denial of dreams, reasons justified
Each oneís lot.
Man of wild dreams
Libranís aggressive lust
For love, shattered
Red ants sting-
Day by day
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Rail Roads
Night by night
He became as thin as a lightning,
Tearing sky apart, frozen feelings
Solidified.
Exotic was the fragrance
Stealthed on wings of wind
Hurling, in a dead manís dream.
He moved to the nucleus, entranced
Of enchanting field of invocation
Furtive sleep walker
Knapsack of burning flesh.
A chamber full of dew and mist
Sorcery of the fairy
Entwining tentacles
Combusting love and flesh
Penurious.
Fury of lust and love
Splashing lava of volcano
Dizziness, once fallen
Door for deliverance doomed.
Lascivious serpent dance
Sucking in, inhaling, exhuming
Chewing marrow with life sap.
Guilt and dirt on body and soul
Sunk deep and deep
In the marshy land
Fallen, fallen deep,
Heaviness, molten lead on mind
Tender soul forewarned
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Samson J. Koladi
Good angel, bad angel
Ludicrous demarcations
Relative and receptive
Rationalising
Swore his plight
Furrowed, lay on his back,
Losing all he kept close.
Like dawn downed
Came dusk, night
Accompanied by night angels
Came the Saviour
In the trance hour
Flickering tongue
Crawling with ease
Fang, needle teeth,
Curious at the hollow man
Merciful enough to exonerate
Mantle of skin pierced, spitting venom
Sacrificial Homa over
Crept back to darkness.
In the hour of Death
Paramour smiled, he weptÖ..
Whirlpools of dreams, love and sweat.
Next day,
In broad day light,
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Rail Roads
All saw the paramour
Lying on the causeway,
Like a serpentís hood
Disrobed
Bluish body numb
As cold as Death,
Blue Lotus.
Paramour met predicament
With neither fear nor sulleness.
Silent river of Time flowing
Poor soul rests in turbulence
Hailstorm and fire.

Term Inate

Republicans have a grand cause:
Exonerate all of Trump's flaws
But voters said, "Nix!"
To Trump's dirty tricks
By rejecting his Doctor Oz!

Premium Member The Poet and the Court

The Judge signs and give an"Order"that must be legally followed to fulfill "The Law"! The Poet speaks a true word and says: Achieve something so you may become a part of something! The Judge is not a "Poet",but "The Judge and The Poet are two of a kind: They speak the truth in different ways,and most of them are friendly,loving,compassionate,empathetic,concerned,humble,and very kind. We are speaking about "The Poet"and "The Court". Poets speak words and people listen and learn:Judges give "Orders",and then anyone to include"Lawyers"or any person best get themselves concerned! The "Judge" teaches a "lesson" with "Just""Judgement"to exonerate or to punish those who will not follow the "Order"or the "Law" in the name of "Justice"for "All"! Those who love "Justice"yearn for the un just to receive  "Justice"for us all:The weak,the strong,and the short and the tall! Justice for us all!!!Accountability is stability and always stands tall in the sight of "Justice"! Let "The Judge and The Poet" tell the story about how both "The Judge and The Poet",lifted up "The Lord God Almighty"and gave him "All The Glory"! "Holy,Holy,Holy! Achieve something good so that you and I may be a part of "That which is "The Most Beautiful! The Lord God Almighty: Creator.....Created  a Savior for our bad behavior! Creator of "Eternal Damnation" or "Eternal Life in Heaven":Justifing the wrong and the right where we will spend our eternal life!It is a good idea  to be "Up and doing,and touching a "Heart"of any "Fate":causing "Love",achieving something good and destroying "Hate"! "Order In  The Court":We recognize "The Judge" and "The Poet.They are a unique sort!

Another Day

Star light,star bright
I wish I may I wish might
Get through Another day 
another night
a vicious cycle a useless fight

Can i just Be left alone 
Maybe i will turn out all right

As Time slowly ticks away
Another hour another day
Tomorrow's another day
It ends up the same anyway

Another Gain another loss
Blah!blah!a greedy boss
A coin flip a hacky sack toss 
Cross my fingers,make the sign 
of the cross 

It's crazy cause thinking so 
much has me losing all the 
sleep 
I guess whatever they tell 
themselves to sleep is what 
helps them awake
Shepard's should be concerned 
with counting sheep.
I should fault myself,for letting 
everyone take,take,take!!!!

The feeling of being abused
There's only so much I can 
tolerate 
Will I always be used?
How many can I exonerate?

How many people can I let take 
me for a ride
Before I turn to foolish pride
there is not an once of me left
Cause my life fell victim to a 
petty debt. 

I call it petty 
it wasn't taken in one lump 
sum
Like a meal for a homeless bum
Penny by penny

A friend an enemy
Was anyone a friend to me?
Everything feels like a 
compromise
Wish full thinking had me 
hoping for a surprise

Everything seems so 
predictable 
Lies so large they warp our own 
principles 

Like a Black man trying to rent 
a room in Mississippi, and all 
are vacant
Can't help you sir!the man at 
checkin replied 
I know how the story goes
But Dam!!I wish it wouldn't 
have to be so blatant 

Virtues,a vice 
A thin line between the two
Deceit,advice
1 and one makes two
A mountain,a grain of rice
How do we measure the two?
You can move a mountain for 
someone,steel a grain of rice 
,and the relationship is over  
with through!!

Bend

Watching the rain dribble off the corner of the cottage into a cross-shaped puddle,
I notice a humble bend to its mighty shape. A symbol of perfection, but
geometrically flawed by the world’s standards. As the water feeds its form,
the ominous clouds part giving way to the brilliance of the Sun.
With the shape’s magnanimous bend towards the Sun, the shape’s plea
is answered by the warmth and comfort of the Sun’s rays.
Gazing upon my reflection, I now notice a desperate bend to its
consoling shape. A symbol of faith, but revealing a truth to the ways of the
world. As the Sun unveils its honest form, the Sun’s forgiving rays gently
caresses the shape. With the shape’s despondent bend towards the Sun,
the shape’s petition is answered by the Sun’s exonerate rays. 
Evermore longing to be to Him as He is to thee.
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Many Poem Possibilities

Many Poem Possibilities

In my mind are always poem possibilities;
To write each one God gave me the ability;
Will often use;
Never abuse,
And in them you will surely find sensibility.

Terrible unbearable parable
Opposition, condition, ammunition
Contemplation, compensation, creation
Involved, dissolved, revolved
Prepared, shared, compared and dared
Disguise, realize, stabilize
Exonerate, Humiliate, contemplate
Inundated, infuriated, stated
Hesitant, resistant, persistent, consistent
Vindicated, extrapolated, eradicated, vacated
Serenity, proximity, anonymity
Realizing, tantalizing, sermonizing, aggrandizing
Orevaricate, eradicate, emancipate
Cration of a variation from any situation
Regulate, strangulate, gestated
Promulgate, placate, indicate
Substantiate, instigate, expedite, premeditate

Mort to consider.

Jim Horn
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I Choose Violence

Yes, I choose violence,
I chose to make chaos with my words,
I choose to use this weapon to fight my battles,
I choose this because it is the language oppressors understand. 

I chose violence,
I do not mean to be physically aggressive, 
And I do not mean to cause physical harm,
But I will be violent in how I register dissatisfaction,
Violence is the only available and viable option.

I choose violence,
I will ruthlessly delivery on my roles, 
I will work to ensure that I leave no stone unturned,
I will exceed expectations, 
This form of violence will exonerate me on my resting place.

I choose violence,
I will vote that violent man you know of,
Democracy and economic freedom are foreign constructs in our motherland,
At least the men around this delusional man are faking it right, 
I choose violence. 

I choose violence,
It is the only way my voice will be hard,
I am a proponent of silent revolution, 
My body will stay intact my voice shall be loud enough,
The option is violence or violence. 

I chose violence,
I will be ruthless in my character,
I will exercise restraint, 
And maintain a character of heaven,
After all, violence is a language in heaven,
Didn't we read that the Kingdom of heaven suffereth violence?
And that the violent take it by force.

I choose violence!

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