Best Flouted Poems
I came across a path
I peered and wondered
Where's this leading to
Has life suddenly betrayed me
The silence of my thoughts
That says look within you
And you shall find
I came across a crossroad
Of vintage and dismay
I came across shame and disgust
I wondered in my silence
Has life suddenly turned on me
Has life suddenly flouted on me
Through the silence
Through the terrains
Through the commosions.
Who am I in this unravelled turmoil
Turmoil of the soul
Turmoil of the mind
Silent whispers whisked and smiled
Confide not, for it is in this broken dreams
that you shall equivocate
To eternal gratuity.....
In a lea, he saw a ripe, sagging mango fruitlet
Fruitlet, he decided to approach, touch and pick
Pick a fruitlet whose man he flouted
Flouted owner but he knew he was larceny
Larceny of a fruit, ripe or not, he hit it on ground
Ground with grass or naked, he was no care
No care but should plant his own tree
A tree to kill his strong desire
Desire of harming fruits hanging on a tree
A tree another man planted
Poem by N. Mugisho
The fact that any society needs laws, rules and regulations is proof absolute of the failings of humanity,
The fact that any of these laws, rules, and regulations are flouted by so many is proof ultimate of human abnormality.
The FragGen. 81.5.8 (2014)
Misspelled words and drawn remarks lend palatable distinction to the AIR
surrounding this
poems. The meaning of a word takes from the birth of the word as of a noun then applied in
a misdirection as the adverb or worse the verb herself. Never in the outrage of this history
of mankind will this poetry be repeated in this repetitive manner as this repititious drivel
indicates. The person who pens these odious smears at justice is not human. No mere mortal
could diatribe the snow or crucify a flower in the manner of a flouted lout outside the relm of
possiblitites. Eye suggest to the reader ewe not to waste your time your very valuable bean
time in a vain attempt at deciphering elements long non descript and void unless related to
Poetry or forced to give Critique.
Wind of Change
There's a wind of change blowing across the land,
God is ready to make changes, the hour is at hand.
Adam was cast out for he flouted God's command,
Eve was kicked out with him, for doing the snakes demand.
Now God has lost His gardener, he walks there now alone.
The world was left to fend for itself and now it must atone.
Your heart is now God's garden, it's where He plants His seed,
If you are faithful to His word, your life here will succeed.
The church that God requires is not of bricks and wood,
It's in the hearts of his children when they are doing good.
If you attend a church that's tinder dry,depart from it with grace,
A home group we found, is biblical and by far a better place.
There's a wind of change blowing across the land,
God is ready to make changes, the hour is at hand.
A winnowing is coming, the wheat from the chaff will separate,
For no one knows the hour we will arrive at Heavens Gate.
Inspired by Luc Niebergall & Pastor Geoff.
© Dave Timperley April 2016
The
Door
Was closed
Forever
Leaving behind all
The memories gathered through the
Pass of time for decades in the flouted and forced bond
That shattered in the floor as a glass bottle jilting evermore a flawed alliance
1-29-2016
While jurisprudence illustrates through brief,
the bureaucrat stands verbal in reply.
To pillage righteous freedoms like a thief,
they fan malfeasance tethered to a lie.
Incitement is the weaponry of choice
for inspiration fanning despot flames,
autocracy inflects within the voice
to emphasize the fabricated claims.
When treachery lies hidden in pursuit
of public trust or monetary gain,
a blind belief leaves reason in dispute
to dispossess such mutinous disdain.
Beware the quislings, quick in repartee,
with flouted oaths that lend to vagrant creed,
for in their wake, the demagogues will plea
constituents were partners in the deed.
Is not a vote the voice behind the lead,
is not a gathered flock thy shepherd’s keep?
For voices served are culpable in deed,
and what they cultivate so shall they reap.
Though, but a bit more goodness lights
the night than evil bids to dim the human heart,
morality must lean into this fight
if e’er to let benevolence impart.
As a young man, I longed for passion in life
setting my sails, spent far from home
seeking out exotic lands
stirring oceans into a frenzied foam.
Oh, to breathe the scent of new perfumes
to taste kaffir upon my tongue
to dust the pages of books unread
bringing notes of life to songs unsung.
The thrill of skimming fresh new waves
riding high on tips of tides
shading eager eyes to see
strange new worlds the sea divides.
What could lie on distant coasts
straying from familiar lands
drifting off the paradise
to turquoise waters and beige white sands?
So I hoisted sails and flouted the wind
thumbed my nose with pride and haught
captains would soon bow down to me
aw- such a fool, such reckless thought
A dreadful storm soon rends my dream
as rain pelts down in a violent rage
wind whips the waters into a shattered mirror
unconcerned with innocence of age.
And I'm snapped up into a battle's blaze
a vagabond sent to a distant shore
the murky depths smirk up at me
I know not where to set my moor.
Alas! The sun bursts through a purple sky
and I, the helmsman of ship's hull
learn to wane upon the crests
then ebb back with moon's pull.
Dare I say, don't banish dreams
though fingers point and stones are cast.
Live, explore, teach and learn,
go ahead and raise that mast.
But as bold new youth sail away
captains of mystic lands to roam
my skin is now leathered and brown
so I'll sip my tea and browse books at home.
The earthly worldly beauty creation-
All started with a blunt explosion;
Came from the 'Heaven' the life sustaining precipitation,
God made the earth with a peaceful notion .
But the dream is flouted by present 'Times'-
The devastating weapons are being made by 'nines'-
Like a sweelling river during flood, are incresing today's crimes-
All these are a great threat to the worldly fines.
Peace is the need of the hour,
Disturbances are filling the bower-
Crimes are rising like unseen towers,
Oh! God protect us with your blessing's shower.
USA, Russia, Iraq, Afganistan,
India, China, Iran and Pakistan,
All are busy fighting with guns,
Millions are losing their near and dear one's;
And it would soon blacken the golden gleam of the sun.
Stop the fight ! Stop the fight!
Nations stop showing youer individual might;
Do not let the bird of peace out of sight;
Dawn upon mind the peaceful light;
Come down from the rivalry height'
Stop the fight ! Stop the fight!
The mist ooozed
the echo to one way.
It was so dark and dank
my breath stank, impaled
by will–o'–the–wisp
mirage, flickering
candle-like, remote.
Ghosts-like swirls arose
through the mist, but nobody
came.
Silence pierced and
popped up, but nobody
came.
Storm abated, flood
flee flouted, but nobody
came.
I lay damp and dying, crying
for having lied about where I was going —
fault and blame, and never knowing
lay beside me, nobody
came.
It's doing my head in, really getting me down,
The rules keep changing when they need to,
We should follow the rules to stay safe,
Some dont want to they think it doesnt apply to them,
So stay away I dont want to get ill,
I keep hearing "it's only the flu", "you cant live in fear",
Get on with life stop whinging,
Apparently we who follow are been brainwashed .... what a load of bull,
It's all over social media "I'm doing what I want",
Those that follow the rules will be unlucky and get ill,
Those that flout the rules will more than likely be ok,
It's not right and it's not fair we need to be all ok,
Two new varients have now taken over,
Yet still most dont get it ........ IT KILLS,
This year we get Christmas day that's it,
Thanks to those that flouted the rules or twisted them to suit,
Some dont realise they may have it and pass it on it's as easy as that,
It's been a strange year and not a happy one,
Family, friends, lovers and colleagues lost to covid,
But they still dont learn that mixing could kill,
The rules are not that hard to follow ,
Wash your hands, wear a mask, 2m distance, no going in other homes,
In fact STAY AT HOME it's not a lot to ask
KITE FLIGHT
Kite flying over the river
Lofty floating yellow girl
With fluttering sail a-quiver
And her tail in a fleeting swirl
Her paper lungs with air she’d inflate
And flitter near the clouds with ease
Sometimes flirty, and rising taut
Then flying flat, riding the steady breeze
Flattering it with her beauty flaunted
Seeming to flit in and out of the sunlight
She flouted the ground, scorned it, taunted -
Oh, it was a glorious flight !
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Entered in Gwendolen Rix's Contest Lets Go Fly A Kite !
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Without any doubt or hesitation, I am pleased to say that
the most helpful and influential poet on the Soup for me
has been, and continues to be, Debbie Guzzi...Thanks again Debs !
His seesaw
Unjust
Asymmetrical
Rocky terrain
Never level
Inequitable
Divergent existence
In his kingdom
He holds all
The power
Reigning over her
Exerting his
Diabolical supremacy
To tighten the chains
Around this slave
Even tighter to ensure
That he always keeps
Her blind to his deception
With intense
Prodigality
She showered him
With so much
Adoration and love
While she's neglected
Starving for even
The slightest hint
Of devotion for her
The embodiment
Of loneliness she
Desperately hungers
For the nourishment
That will ensure
Her survival
Through the years
Her star lost it's
Luminous shine
Hope took a bow
Departing forever
Vitality depleted
She gave so much
Of herself to him
But, despite the
Sweet, tender
Gestures that she
Did for him
He only flouted
Her futile attempts
To please him
Sweet gestures
Long aborted
Went unnoticed
For quite some time
But, eventually
He sensed her
Absence from
His empty life
It haunting him
No other
Feminine spirit
Was quite like her
No one again ever
Had the dedication
Or love for him
That she possessed
Now he knew how
Much she was worth
To him so he decided
To search for the
Love he abandoned
With such indifference
One eerie chilly
Winter night
He heard the wailing
Of the banshees
He followed the
Loud screeching
That roamed
In the night
Ending up at
A playground
In a park he
Once took her to
For a moment
He heard the
Sound of her voice
Feeling overjoyed
He ran towards
Those angelic sounds
Until he found her
Then let out screams
At the sight of her
Frail & withered body
Hanging from the
Seesaw he used
To lobotomize her
Causing her to die
As she lived
As his zombie
It’s Australia’s day
We all cheer and say
A barbecue with lamb and beer
Is the plan we adhere
But now some exclaim
It’s a day full of blame
For we invaded their country
Aborigines owned it you see
For us it was a day
With no sin in our way
They want to change it now
For another day to take the bow
The day of Federation is touted
And ANZAC Day is not flouted
They say the 26th January is NSW alone
But the argument will not be gone
It seems that we are used to the 26th January
As it fits into summer holidays easily
So I’m for leaving it as the usual one
And not let our nationalism be undone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
When health scares are touted.' Check saftey rules are not
Flouted, or all futures may well end up being worse.'
My advice is; try not to be (too science averse)!