Best Flout Poems
When truth becomes a dying star
and lies shine brightly as the sun
That means we have lost the way
as webs of deceit are spun
Some remain in oblivion
and continue to cling to the lie
Others embrace the truth
Using its armor to fortify
The light of truth continues to dim
As the truth many flout
But what will we do
When the light of truth goes out?
Categories:
flout, light, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
If wealth is now your blessing,
what then was the prayer?
Avarice, its goal possessing,
yet in penury, despair.
I see them often in the store
eyes ahead, regard for none.
Against the classes, tacit war—
Modus Operandi: shun.
Vaunted compounds they do flout—
absent grasp of their chagrin—
for walls and gates that keep us out
are prisons trapping them within.
They say those vexed by paucity,
should flee to foreign air,
for wages here of poverty
would make them wealthy there.
Thus, high above the world they scan—
well hidden from our sight—
discounting what the common man
is suffering tonight.
1st Place: Sing to Me Contest
Prompted by the remark made on this topic by fashion company Nicole Miller’s
CEO Bud Konheim. Thanks to Roy Jerden for his thoughtful help on the fifth stanza, allowing for much greater impact.
With a special nod to the song Royals by Lorde, which has a very compatible message.
Categories:
flout, poverty,
Form:
Quatrain
The Name Game
Understanding human nature can be very complex indeed
Especially when there are people whose names are hard to read
Let me give you some examples to explain what I m talking about
There is no simple rule to follow, no single rule to flout
Perhaps you can take for instance the case of Marylou
Underneath her disarming nature could be a cold and heartless shrew
Or when Mary Jane who’s far from plain is a stunning movie star
And Johnny who never stole any sugar or uttered Yes Papa
One should never plan a vacation based solely on the name of a town
“Accident” a place in Maryland is actually quite safe and sound
Or” End of the Road” is the name of store and does not refer to a street
There you can find everything you need from shoes to books to meat.
Consider why Ideo locator merely means a “you are here” sign
Or Morton’s toe simply means your toes are not arranged in line
Griffonage , unreadable writing , they should simply say hard to spell
Honestly with names like that , one really cannot tell
Have you ever wondered why no rats have ever run a rat race
Or a slip of your tongue seems silly when your tongue is firmly in place
What’s in a name asks Shakespeare, really there’s quite a lot
Would you smell a rose if it were called a Stinky touch me not?
Categories:
flout, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Matchstick Bikes
To tinkers and toilers
I salute,
From mending boilers
to weaving jute,
Man and boy
for generations,
I will unemploy
your occupations.
To brewers in sheds
I sink a few beers
To wet the heads
of our engineers,
From flat cloth caps
to matchstick men,
I will see the collapse
of pushers of pens.
To bakers, tailors
I wish you well,
To the soldiers and sailors
who fought and fell,
From doctors, nurses
to hobnail boots,
I will give your purses
to thieves in suits.
To the grieving docks
I drink a toast,
To tackle and blocks
and shipyard ghosts,
From warehouses, workshops
to fishing trawls,
I will flick my mop
in empty halls.
To union dues
I shake your hand,
To cleaning loos
and farming land,
From railway gauges
to industry,
I will turn the pages
of history.
To factory lines
I raise my glass,
'Neath abandoned mines
of times now past,
From overtime
to austerity,
I will frame the grime
for posterity.
To the silent mills
I tip my hat,
To what ever ills
and this and that,
From a steelworks spew
to a builders hole,
I will stand in a queue
to draw my dole.
To finance, the city
I bow in awe,
To show no pity,
to flout the law,
From sellers, buyers
to pickets and strikes
I will slash the tyres
of your matchstick bikes.
© RJVHorton2016
Categories:
flout, society,
Form:
Rhyme
I saw a light from across the field
On a night the sky shed tears of rain.
I had hoped the dark would help to shield
My heart from sorrow it need not feign.
To the burden of truth I must yield
And with truth the burden I might explain.
The light shone on, then it was put out –
It’s glow prematurely extinguished.
Gloom filled the void and then cast about,
It engaged me and I was anguished.
Morning found my spirit easy to flout,
And all that morning I so languished.
Categories:
flout, angst, lost love, light,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
I reckon you could call me an old curmudgeon but that's alright!
I've been around four score and three and I have earned that right!
There are many things that annoy me but I'll mention just a few.
Hang in there with me as I attempt to get across my point of view!
Barkin' mutts and their inconsiderate masters drive me up the wall!
The droopy-poopy pants kids wear just makes my wrinkled hide crawl!
Cussin' in public by so-called ladies and gentlemen is so uncouth!
It annoys me that high-profile jerks don't set an example for our youth!
It nettles me when someone says they'll do somethin' and then they don't.
I'm annoyed with people who keep me waitin' which is usually their wont!
Careless drivers bug me especially jerks who think it's cute to tailgate,
And telephone solicitors who the serenity of my castle they desecrate!
I'm disturbed about those who flout the Constitution - 'tis an abomination!
It bothers me that we don't ask God's guidance for this troubled nation!
Pompous bureaucrats annoy me no end with their paucity of breedin'!
It rankles me to pay more taxes for which the guv'mint is ever pleadin'!
I ain't got no patience with a screamin' brat or a loud-mouthed dude,
(Nor people who murder the English language as I just did - it's so crude!)
I could ramble on and on ad infinitum about things that annoy me,
But I feel my blood pressure risin' so I had better let the subject be!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Not for the contest.
Categories:
flout, how i feel, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Like a warm cotton bud used to give inner ears a clean
there is something comforting about routine.
Knowing where you stand and the order of play,
knowing what to expect at every point in your day.
Living to a schedule, everything has it’s time and place -
knowing the slots you have free for any plans you need to make.
Wardrobe colour-coded, in garment order.
Wallpaper with a matching border.
Appointments at ten to, five to, on the dot.
Check, double-check, the doors are locked.
Yellow ball, green ball then pot the brown.
Big box, little box, upside down.
I like to gaze into the sky and dream, of an afternoon.
Relaxing. Like the scent of a chaste tree, when in bloom.
A cold glass of lemonade, a long and foamy bath,
humming along to the radio, a love that warms the heart.
Reading the Sunday paper, and making it an event,
the delightful things the kids say, things only they could invent.
His reputation precedes him: a disruptive, class clown.
Never completes his work, he’s always mucking around.
A big-mouth, show-off with far too much to say:
He asks if I ever considered teaching him in a different way.
‘A physical learner’ - he’s heard about it on the news.
There could be something in it…but I’ve far too much to do.
Cars whiz about, people in a hurry.
“I’ve waited over an hour for my curry.”
Twenty four seven lifestyle, word abbreviation.
Text message becoming the preferred means of communication.
Everybody rushing, to keep on schedule, to maintain status quo.
Everyone a cog in the system: You’re whipped, if you don’t row.
Seamless is the transition between asleep and awake,
when you just let it happen, not worry about being late.
An unrushed project results in a rewarding prize:
taking your time meant you got it right.
So bin the itinerary, flout the rules,
just for once why don‘t you try something new?
Categories:
flout, life, on work and
Form:
Couplet
Shall I give home to grievance and to woe
And cultivate my hatred with my tears?
Shall I remember carefully each blow,
And add this sorrow to my anxious fear?
I thought by hating you I would have peace
And surely I had reason without doubt.
Yet rumination gave me no release..
For wisdom and compassion it did flout
I remembered then past love and shared sweet words
I gave them freedom in my anguished heart.
I did it for your sake, yet then occurred
A sweetness, joy and gladness in all parts.
To forgive,repent and let go of such grief
Helps us more than hatred’s legal briefs
Categories:
flout, forgiveness, loss, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
Rumi Quote "Doubt is a precipice on the way to God. Blessed is he who is freed from its bonds."
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Walking toward the edge, facing a gray sky,
Paradise magnificence is dazzling below.
Goals are shrouded amid dense, rimy snow,
Amid scarlet stones, serenading scary lullaby.
Mountain summits catch nascent sunbeams,
Time for either primal bitterness or delight.
Flagrantly feeling fearful of a factious fright,
Falls fully into the recess of sliced streams.
Positioned on the edge of annihilation,
I was looking into the distance of my mind.
I am seated and pensive, on muse behind,
Have I the resolve to move toward obligation?
Yeah, the road ahead is all thorny and broken,
So I'm trapped, admiring it from a distance.
However, I am unable to reverse my insistence,
for the route I've taken is empty and betoken.
I've no action as to dwell in confine of truth,
Observing dread and splendor of doubt.
Skilled in leaving to safety despite flout,
Wish to dive into the dimness, still in my youth.
Fear the ambiguous; it is nothing but dread,
If not brave enough to tackle a rough path.
As I felt anxious at this point, unfit to lath.
Still, what path can I decide to sail ahead?
Should I return to weird safety or leave?
Is the charm of the enigma alluring to me?
What can I do? not a clear path to foresee
Yet, such ways will always be a lie to weave.
But I must purport to persist on this precipice.
Hinders the impending gravity of genesis.
Categories:
flout, analogy, bereavement, character, confidence,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
There is a small group of poets I come across sometimes
who write in a very lucid and vividly concrete style which totally enchants
me because, unlike myself, they seem to do it effortlessly. They also
use images that are so unique, I can barely manage to think up
such unusual figurative language. For that reason, I made up the word "Imaginist."
One such poet who wrote in this style was Sondra Ball (recently deceased)
who published the successful ezine, Autumn Leaves. Although this poem of mine
could refer to other poets I admire here at Soup as well, I dedicate it to her.
It's not an easy thing for me-
that which you do with mind and
matter ( paper; ink).
How the world so differently you see.
You startle senses with your
imagery.
Oh, were it so I too could seize
a moment;
throw it back to you
new (and incredibly concrete).
I think that would be indeed sweet.
God gifted you this thing–
this creativity,
and yes, you use it well,
in fact, beautifully.
Though what you do
day in and day out
may only come to me
infrequently,
I will plod along,
my words
to tout (or to flout)
what life is all about.
For you . . .
who fails to hesitate,
Time hasn't long to wait.
Pen in hand, do continue
to, most fruitful one,
proliferate.
For Amy Green's Contest: Wow Me With Inspiration
And now for PD's the free verse (old/new)Poetry Contest
Categories:
flout, inspirational, on writing and
Form:
Free verse
To reclaim needless expenditure, allow the MP's to repay
No matter the total, let the law courts have their say
Now our economy has taken a turn for the best
Restructuring internally an injection of zest
Now, let's look after our pensioners, and place them in jail
They'll have showers, walks and hobbies, where their care won't fail
From unlimited free prescriptions, dental and medical aid
Wheel chairs aplenty, not a penny will they have paid
Constant video monitoring, instant assistance if they fell
Bedding washed and changed twice a week, soon they'll be well
Having someone check up on them, every twenty minutes or so
Bringing meals to their cells, watch the smile in them grow
Families visit in a suite, for their purpose and nothing more
Enjoying Snooker, Pool and Sky TV, and a Library to explore
Clothing would be provided, shoes, slippers, PJ's and Legal Aid
It's all free on request, oh my! certainly no charges to be made
They would also have gardens and lovely exercise yards
Computers, TV and Radio and as many as they want, phone cards
No longer would there be a Matron, a board of directors there will be
A code of conduct for the officers, strictly adhered to, you'll see
And what of the poor prisoners I hear your minds start to think
How will they cope, these poor souls left on the brink
Well, they'll get by with cold food, left alone unsupervised
All lights turned off at eight, as they will internally cry
Mind you they will shower once a week, live in a tiny little room
A figure of £600.00 a week they won't flout, with no getting out soon
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/political.php
Categories:
flout, political
Form:
Couplet
"You must go fourth and one!" They all shout.
while conventional wisdom they flout
Yet Lombardi once said:
"Never waver, instead,
put the three on the board and get out."
Categories:
flout, people, sports
Form:
Limerick
~~Let Him Without Sin Cast The First Stone~~
Back in the days when Jesus was said to have walked
There are lessons in life about which are still now talked
In kings it says “If they sin against thee (for there is none that sinneth not)”
It may help us to recall these words that we may have forgot.
In Psalms it points out that in sin our mother did conceive us
The genes and traits of mothers really do never leave us.
In Romans it points that the wages of sin is death and strife
But the gift through Christ and forgiveness is the gift of eternal life.
But John is the one to bring to mind I think
When the scribes and Pharisees set out to cause a stink.
An adulteress female they bought to the Christ in the morn
Caught in the act of adultery, they had all sworn.
To trick Christ by his answer but he was too clever:
(Not the man they did not take it seems men are to blame never)
He wrote in the soil then turned to them and said
"He that is without sin let him cast the first stone at her (to render her dead)."
None of the accusers could their conscience find clear
They left the woman with Jesus and this is what she did hear
"Where are your accusers now is there none to condemn you?"
He knew he had pricked their conscience-and his words were true.
“No lord they have gone even though they did call me a whore”
“Then I do not condemn thee, go forth and sin no more.”
We all suffer the sin of imperfection, of that there is no doubt
But it is up to each of us to ask for forgiveness, not for others to flout.
But as it says in Mathew let us not judge lest we be judged
We may not be as perfect as we let on, our own image smudged.
We all fall short of perfection in this human life
Let’s look to the rafter in our own eye and try not to cause strife.
A lot of poetic license is used here but the essence is here and the scriptures used are:
Kings 8:46
Psalms 51:5
Romans 6:23
John 8:3
Math 7
Categories:
flout, education, words, jesus, may,
Form:
Verse
There are people we've selected
who think they were elected
to flout and mock us with their sordid lies.
In hopes we might surrender
to these patriotic pretenders
as Congress is where a hero goes to die.
They waste their precious time
along foolish party lines
avoiding the issues that stokes their hearts with fear.
By showing their immaturity
in not dealing with our security
to trash the principles to which we all adhere.
So just stay out of my pocket
and leave me Davy Crockett
and the memories of this Country that I love.
You seem intent on causing misery
by changing all my History
to stain those Heroes looking down from high above.
Now no one born is wholly flawless
and it would be completely thoughtless
to judge a person by their greatest sin.
When it is the core of our Society
to see such old impropriety
through forgiveness where the healing can begin.
So please look into a mirror
and you'll find it can't be clearer...
nothing good comes from casting hellish stones.
So take from this poor letter
to try and behave a little better
and leave our treasured Heroes all alone.
So just stay out of my pocket
and leave me Davy Crockett
and the memories of this Country that I love.
You seem intent on causing misery
by changing all my History
to stain those Heroes looking down from high above.
Now there are those who lack humility
and lay a claim to untold bigotry
and rile against the strides we all have made.
By trying to say we're hopeless
and trying to change our focus
from the lies and plans you all have carefully laid.
You may hope we run and cower
as you try to usurp our power
and turn this Country into something you abhor.
But we will not lose our focus
and I'm here to give you notice
we will defend this beloved Country we adore.
The End
*For those who are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
Categories:
flout, abuse, political, power,
Form:
Rhyme
Chip off the old block;
It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
In our meritocracy.
Titles through ages;
A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
Some things need to change.
Birth won’t denote skill;
It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
When money they flout.
James Caan can shove it,
And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
Let our time begin.
Categories:
flout, anger, career, city, class,
Form:
Verse