Best Flawed Poems
I don’t need thunder
to feel the rumble,
nor lightning
to sense storm’s flash
nor icons to tear
nor statues to bleed
to realize within all
creation, God’s sacred
omnipotent cache --
Yet, while in the smallest
unlimited vastness –
and in the deepest fathomless
depth --
admittedly, all by grace of Almighty
God,
little joy would remain for me
in life I am certain, if denied
here and above
our simple
very flawed
expressions of
human love….
The humble man stands before God,
Contrite, and aware he is flawed;
As each day begins
He confesses his sin
Then kneels before God and is awed.
The flawless man stands there as well
Convinced he has no sin to tell
And that God is his equal
Which leads to his sequel
Of life everafter -- in hell.
I am a diamond, a faceted gem
One thousand faces each flawed are them
Some hold the truth but most hold the lies
Hidden barely behind all my beautiful smiles
Nobody knows but surely they’ve felt
The darkness inside me my true, hidden self
That’s which is captured, kept under lock and key
Sometimes they surface through my flaws they seep
A diamond is meant to be strong, clear and pure
It keeps under pressure and is always sure
This is what all the others wish only to see
They never look deeper they never truly see
I may be a diamond though flawed as I am
The strength they perceived I was endowed by them
When leaned on by someone there are only two things to do
Be dragged down by them or you learn to stand true
I have always believed that the second was right
Cause even when dragged down, one is able to fight
Now, is it not better to let the other one fall?
So when they hit rock bottom, you are able to stand tall
To lean down a hand and share with them your strength
The bond that you share may have been stretched full length
But the lessons they lived hard learnt as they came
Engraved by the fall but are healing all the same
Some things must be learnt from taking a fall
Not by leaning on others, expecting them to stand tall
You must not be afraid when others knock you down
It may hurt like hell and turn you around
But to live in this world you must stand on your own
Take note of your flaws and skills you can hone
For one tiny hole, unprotected, is all it takes
Shattered with destruction left in its wake
A flaw or weakness that is exploited will grow
From deep within; from where the seeds were sown
Like veins of darkness running through the purest of gems
One good blow, weakened, will shatter them
I may be a diamond, darkened flaws and all
I will not be broken, shattered from a fall
I am stronger even with strength, given it may be
It runs deep within creating the self that I claim to be me
I may not have earned a diamond’s many skills
But the thing that defines me is my diamond will.
You say, my hair is too kinky and my nose is too broad
But I see perfection it’s your vision that’s flawed
Complexion of mahogany , defined too dark by some
But I see pure radiance, kissed by the sun
You say my lips are too full and my hips are too wide
But you can’t see my true beauty until you open your eyes
You say that my flaws depict my inferiority
But rest assured that your chaotic view do not define me
You say that I’m conceited, but I say you lied
It’s just the grace of my walk and the elegance of my stride
You say that I’m egotistical and full of arrogance
What you really see is self-assurance, grace, and confidence
You say I’m attention seeking, too bold, and too proud
But I say uniqueness always stands out in a crowd
You say that I’m vain and I think I’m God’s gift to this earth
But I know my true value
I fully understand my worth.
If Helen of Troy possessed the beauty that launch a thousand ships across treacherous seas.
Then I possess the magnificence that brings all men to their knees.
Chiquita Baity
Shadows and Lines revised
Believing the Universe was built
from an explosion, and without plan,
a thousand times more foolish
than believing you could build
a library of fine literature
by exploding words into the air.
Won a 2nd place
Sol's the personification of the sun:
a sun-god, worshiped by the ancient Romans.
In the Circus Maximus, races were run:
while Sol's temple priests interrupted omens.
Sol's chariot ignites the east edge of night,
with a ball of fire and beams of brilliant light.
The giver of life, Sol's a resplendent god:
and yet, though sculpted in marble, he is flawed.
My beliefs were once juvenile,
a naive youth with a cute smile.
A wingless bird, I could not fly,
but now, God's love lifts me on high.
I'd forgotten that we're but dust,
and in whom I should place my trust.
I was hurting, living a lie,
but now, God's love lifts me on high.
A would-be king, seeking a crown,
I allowed pride to drag me down.
And on hitting bottom, I'd cry,
but now, God's love lifts me on high.
For the first time, I prayed to God,
"Father, forgive me; I am flawed."
I made my peace, prepared to die,
but now, God's love lifts me on high.
Without God
It’s all flawed
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November 15, 2020
There is a state of mind known as woebegone
In which one feels like an addict on methadone
The more one tries to feel upbeat
The more one suffers mental defeat
And the mind plays on like a gramophone.
8
The boys outside the bar appeared rapscallion
Their actions were downright reptilian
Every time a girl would walk by
One would let out a loud cry
Acting just like an overheated young stallion
8
There was an old lady from New Jersey
Who recently moved to Poughkeepsie
She met this old fart
In a local Kmart
And the two proceeded to get quite tipsy
8
Roger was smug and a bit of a grandee
Others viewed him as somewhat of a dandy
The girls giggled and downright snickered
Because they knew he sought entry to their knickers
But alas, with buttons and zippers he just wasn’t handy
8
Bobby was well known for his generosity
But also known for his excessive gulosity
He would take you to lunch anytime
But always state “what’s left over is mine”
And clean the table with the utmost ferocity
8
There was this old man from Toledo
That liked to parade around in his speedo
The old ladies would giggle
Watching his sagging butt jiggle
But it did little or nothing for their libido
8
There is this retired gentleman in south Buda
Who would like to vacation in Bermuda
But his poem book didn’t sell worth squat
Now he’s stuck with who knows what
As he reads travel brochures in his pad in south Buda
8
There is this Colorado guy in the Springs
Whose Windows computer does unusual things
The damn screen turned permanently black
So he went out and bought a new Mac
Now he doesn’t answer when his telephone rings
8
Thomas Jefferson was a slave owner,
We know this from history.
And when he died, most were solid,
And very few ever let free.
Yet Jefferson himself put down the words
That led to our great progress,
When he said men were entitled to
“Life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.”
Do we ignore the man’s greatest ideas
That put bondage in its grave,
And disregard long volumes of wisdom
Because this flawed man owned slaves?
James Madison had slaves on his own,
He was a product of his day.
But could see no way to end it,
And the county somehow save.
Yet Madison was the driving force,
Behind that great constitution,
That has been the why and the how
Of our ongoing revolution.
The constitution that one day would
Put slavery in the earth,
Do we ignore the role that Madison played
Because he was a product of his birth?
Sam Adams, he was quite frivolous,
At least when it came to cash.
He spent far more than he ever made,
And was often broke in a flash.
But his passion for a free man’s life
Pushed him on to fight and cry
The British rule would be no more,
Sons of Freedom would fight and die!
The nation he helped bring about,
With prosperity now is flushed,
Should we ignore poor Sam and his travails,
Because he couldn’t handle a buck?
His cousin John Adams loved his wife Abigail,
But if you read their letters, she wrote
About whether women too had rights
A cause that John didn’t promote.
But Johnny was a force for independence
A passionate speaker and scribe
It’s possible to say, without his voice,
The cause would’ve withered and died.
And his taking office after Washington,
Set the grounds a fruitful tradition,
The transfer of power without blood and war,
Showed us all how to avoid that perdition.
It seems to me that many flawed men
Will possess that touch of wisdom.
I suppose that this only makes sense,
Perfection has no home in this Kingdom.
It seems to me that every age
Has some sins that it can’t dispose,
And our children’s children will look back
And the present age seek to disown.
But if we waited for perfect teachers,
So we could learn at their feet,
We’d all be waiting a long, long time,
And would all die dumber than sheep.
My physics is flawed
I have learnt Einstein's theory
In terms of Solomon's economics
The sky is inked cobalt blue,
with white clouds, like a flawed gem.
While Dusk dons a charcoal hue,
stitched to the horizon's hem.
Bare trees flex frozen fingers,
entombed within ice and snow.
Where a hint of life lingers:
giving them a greenish glow.
A sad snowman is melting,
while swiftly falling apart.
For freezing rain keeps pelting;
shattering his crystal heart.
Snow's dwindles to sullied grey,
with patches of grassy green.
And icicles, warmed by day,
acquire a clear, liquid sheen.
Night turns an ebony black,
sealing Sol within its tomb.
And until Dawn brings Him back;
shadows merge, in shades of gloom.
We constantly find ourselves regretting
These tainted situations we invest in
Regressing
Our walk toward perfection
So my reflection
Cast shadows in different directions
Daily were expecting
Unearned blessings
bottled up feelings
longing for confession
Shoulder width stretching
The weight of unanswered questions
So this is something like my dedication
To uniqueness in a flawed presentation
Seein as a perpetual flawless score
Leaves nothing for the ambitious to strive for
Would michaelangelo be adored
if his canvas never left the floor
a double tetractys and couplets
When treasure is found in jars of clay
it's proof that worth
comes from God,
not from
us.
My
noble
acts are mere
crushing defeats
when I forget God commands light to shine.
Recalling a time I took a tumble
trying to create my boardwalk divine.
Forfeiting fam'ly, blazing my own way,
I should have recognized prideful largesse.
Insight came as I saw children stumble -
Mom's generosity had drawn the line.
January 9, 2012
OH, DEFECTS, DIVINE!
Oh, fabulous fallibilities!
You, so perfectly imperfect ...
Like a rill in the rain,
Its path unestablished 'til the sky opens,
Yet its purpose is pure ...
Even before the drops' mistral dance -
The supplication of life,
Sating a thirsty vale ...
In its twisting, indirect fashion.
But all droughts are not such,
My hunger is for YOU ...
So exquisitely flawed,
So sublimely set apart, thus:
The coy, crimped tilt of your smile, shining ...
Dark cocoa eyes,
Tainted with flashes of copper ...
Strands of platinum tarnish in honey hair ...
A shapely eyebrow, not quite its twin ...
Smooth, sexy, petite little feet,
With big toes just a wee bit shorter than the next ...
Mole, subtly set above your bow lips,
But far to one side ...
Deliciously-placed back dimples,
One that dips a bit more softly than the other
When catching moonlight, just SO ...
And your birthmark,
Shaped irregular as the crescent moon,
In a sacred place very few have ever discovered.
BUT YOUR WHISPER ...
That supremely sensual sound from the depths of you,
A stirring, libidinous moan of nothings, sweet,
With a trembling, musical interlude ...
Fiery-fresh lips pressed tender to my ear,
The warm, sexy sighs suffuse my blood and body,
Carried on your breath, soft as saffron ...
Oh, those raw, unpolished murmurings slay me, true,
Through-and-through with exquisite energy!
All these errs and human frailties -
All the naive irregularities and blemishes,
So elegantly designed by the hand of The Creator
To be impeccably inexact ...
For should those features be of finished form,
Heaven itself would dim its light ...
In want for fair comparison.
Alas, you are so imperfectly perfect,
And I, the fortuitous fool for your sublime insufficiencies ...
OH, DEFECTS, DIVINE!
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