Best Go Against Poems
i spit words much better than you
there is nothing at all that you can do
check out my spelling and my epic grammar
i'll smash your face in with a claw hammer
i carve my name in all your brains
remember me like the smell when it rains
with my fists of fury i'll knock you out
no-one can tell what the hell im on about
my poems make you think
sit down fools and take a drink
while i amaze you all with my dark power
no-one wants to read a poem about a flower
or a fluffy cloud or falling in love
we want to read about death from above
i go against the grain and dont get a lot of views
but that certainly doesnt mean i'll go boo hoo hoo
it makes me stronger faster smarter
dont count me out i'll have your guts for garters
so what have we learned from me today
listen quite closely to what i do and say
don't self publish its ever so vain
im sure it'll cause you nothing but pain
when you get rejected
it cant be what you all expected
im the best poet in the world bar none
better than byron shelley keats and donne
i best be off to write a dreary haiku
oh wait thats not me its obviously you
If I do this then this will happen.
That's the way it goes.
Though why some fail to learn this,
The Good Lord only knows.
Some people fail to understand,
There's right and then there's wrong.
When you go against the rules,
You sing a woeful song.
Certain rules cannot be bent.
Some things are just not done.
While you may think it's no big deal,
It can be a loaded gun.
It could be something that you said,
Or something you have done.
Perhaps a little bit of both,
That made things come undone.
Sometimes when we say things in jest,
Folks don't understand.
They think you mean the things you say,
And think you're less than grand.
We should learn to mind our manners,
And learn to curb our candor.
Don't be a fool, learn basic rules,
And we'll raise much less dander.
Err on the side of caution .
Don't let your manners go south.
Make sure you say just what you mean.
Keep your foot out of your mouth.
I thought anger was a negative emotion
to be avoided at all costs.
Then I thought about the oppressed.
Anger grew inside of me.
I chose to act upon that anger.
I used my voice to speak against the oppressor.
Even so, I measured my motivation
tempered my response with love and wisdom.
My desire, beyond the lust for recognition.
If my words gain recognition,
I will purposefully pass them to the oppressed.
Their stature and power shall rise.
Their voices will gain resonance.
It is not their guilt and shame to hold.
Prejudice is a horse without a rider.
Fear and hate power its hooves.
Sadness flows through its mane.
Righteous Anger must take the reins.
Once again the oppressed will have pride.
There will be no aversion to kindness.
Greed will be replaced by generosity.
To go against the will of God
will be counted as an embarrassment.
A new light will shine upon the world.
Peace and purpose are indeed possible.
Unseeking Seeker’s “Consciousness Correction” Poetry Contest. Written November 22, 2023.
(Inspired by the brilliant new avant garde
Italian film: "I Am Love")
Could she shatter vows, and is she the one
who’d relinquish everything just for love?
If it meant that all she knew would come undone,
could she shatter vows, and is she the one?
If she knew that those she cared about might shun
her, could she go against her God above?
Could she shatter vows, and is she the one
who’d relinquish everything just for love?
For the Contest: Is She the One?
sponsored by Tavarus M. Moreland
Go ahead and tell them
Look them in their bright young eyes
Tell them they're going to hell
For love
If they want salvation
They must go against their god-given nature
They must repent and regret and repress
They must reproduce
Because love doesn't exist without it
God forgive them if they're sterile
God forgive the cervix cancer that takes her
God forgive the dead seed that he sows
Because their love will be forbidden
Like it is for all the dastardly barren homosexuals
What a joke
What a horrible joke
Oh yes
It's a choice
Love is a choice
We choose to be hated, we choose to be hurt
We choose to be thrown out on the street and kicked and shouted at and killed
Go ahead and tell them you won't hate us
But you'll look the other way when terrible things happen to us
You'll offer us salvation
If only we destroy ourselves
I sing my thoughts a lullaby
And beg them to be still
Unruly children full of play
They go against my will
Another game of hide and seek
Each one appears by turn
Through hours of this endless night
Like candles, my thoughts burn
I sing my thoughts a lullaby
In hopes that they will sleep
Alas, when one is drifting off
The other makes a peep
I toss and turn the hours away
My thoughts all tumble too
I sing an endless lullaby
Each thought a dream of you
Now dawn has come and touched the sky
Pink hues replace the grey
My thoughts now sing a happy song
They know that they can stay
Each thought of you renewed in strength
Now dances through my day
At night another lullaby
While thoughts of you just play
Eileen Manasian
Once the smoke clears I'll overcome the burns
The grass isn't always greener, the sky is sometimes grey and dark instead of blue
Sometimes you need to take a step back to really see what's ahead of you
I feel like Mike Tyson on fight night because I'm ready to take on the world
I've had the world on my shoulders for a while and it's been heavy
But I've got my boxing gloves on now and I'm ready
I'm getting back up and battling back
Everyone gets knocked down, but warriors and champions always find a way to last
Every mistake is a lesson don't disregard the signs
I believe love is real, just hard to find
Or maybe we're so blinded by past pains we refuse to admit we see it
I can't be the person who gives up on a jigsaw, I'll find the missing pieces
Depression is real, but the thoughts it makes you feel shouldn't be
I'll win this fight even if it means I have to get blood on me
I won't lie the fight with Depression is the toughest battle I've been in
I'd rather stand alone and have to go against ten men
I'm still scarred by some of the thoughts it put into my head
I attacked depression with a knife once, but it was me who bled
I think about things that make me smile when it tries to take me to scary places
I have to find some inner strength on the days where I can barely face it
I used to say sorry, but never again will I apologise for being emotional or saying how I feel
I'll let my scars bleed until I find a way to heal
I've grown because of all the stepping stones that I stood on
Depression doesn't stand a chance now I've put my boxing gloves on
I'm passed anger on the subject.
Why is there this fear of darker skin that a lighter skin
feels that they have to annihilate another human being.
If and true that God has made man; human and equal.
And as many colors as the rainbow that are like flowers.
Than he should be treated as such. The many colors of nature
do not go against each other with the exception of food.
We do not eat one another.
Then why is it that man goes against each other for race.
We are all equal and we should all be humane.
Yet there are wars for control. We humans are given gifts and talents
that can help one another. Why do we use them to separate.
If I hear I Can't Breathe one more time, I think I'll scream.
The light skin and the many color skins all breathe and bleed the same.
There is no excuse for this intolerable action. I want Justice and I want
saneness to come back to mankind. I pray that the one God who has made us will see all of us through. S-T-O-P this madness.
Unite the Human Races.
These thoughts and images could my head,
As my imagination rushes ahead.
The hurt, the pain, the heartache, the tears.
I can see you causing me these in the fallowing years.
With your words and your touch, your smell and your strength,
All of which together I cannot go against.
Every night I wait in my room, helpless, waiting for you to come up the stairs,
Waiting for my door to creak open, for the moonlight to show that your there.
I watched as you hurt her, that dear friend of mine.
You took her childhood away, and ripped away the normal life of mine.
You still haunt my life, even though this happened long, long ago.
I wish I could forget you, but I can’t, so um forced to forever put on a show.
Life would be a whole lot better
If I weren’t such a fretter.
Yet, that’s just my worried way;
I guess it’s in my DNA.
I wish I could be less uptight
And trust all that will be all right
But worry worms its way inside
And somehow it gets magnified.
To let things slide, it’s very plain,
For me would go against the grain
So what I do, which I regret,
Is agonize and fret, fret, fret!
To think, to dream, to imagine;
What capacities our minds achieve in such a sudden short appearance of intellect,
Breathing [a]new idea of life into our burning souls,
Searching for meaning among every clover, bright in the sun like our eyes in love.
What capabilities we have come by to change our eyes into doors,
Passages leading us the path of honesty and morality;
Short outbursts of life changing moments.
To believe, to find compassion, to lead;
All following something that guides our spirits to completion,
Searching for identities and differences, facets of idolism that change what we are;
Striving for change, and yet, to remain the same. . .
What failures lead up to brilliance,
To the ability to forgive and protect;
To find one soul, one individual among billions to care for; to caress in simple glances.
To go against all rules, all laws, and find freedom in simple moments.
To create, to extract, to understand;
Apparitions standing before us to never be seen, lending wisdom and ideas slowly,
And yet, among our gods we walk blindly,
Holding only onto what we have left in this desert of a world,
Never to truly find meaning in what we have among us;
Whatever mirages they may be.
Love is not won by conquest,
But by love.
If you really love someone
Don't force her
To go against her nature.
It's by far a disaster.
Don't wait her speak first,
When she's most helpless.
She will be moved by compassion,
And anger later.
He who initiates love most
Receives the love he deserve.
Love shared by two
In war and peace,
Is the most epic of all
Ever written in a love story.
The sands of time are falling away
Make sure to make the most out of each and every day
Release all of your hate and conqueror your fear
Don’t have regrets and have time for cheer
Treat everyone around you as you want to be treated
Accomplish everything you can before it’s all completed
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Forget the past the future isn’t set
Make love not war as much as you can get
Don’t back down from anyone but strive towards peace and harmony
Turn the other cheek when you can and be the best you can be
Be charitable and help for fellow man
Fill yourself with knowledge whenever you can
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Dare to be different go against the grain
Stop and smell the roses and always kiss in the rain
Listen to music read poetry for your own sake
Be true to yourself and never be fake
Take walks on the beach and swim in the ocean
Be thankful for what you have and pray to God in Heaven
Raise your hands and raise your glasses
Enjoy your life before your just ashes
Laugh and love with family or a friend
Live life to the fullest before it’s the final end
Take pictures so you can look back on your journey
Enjoy the arts sculptures paintings drawings or a movie
Give kisses and hugs to the ones you care about
Work hard and play harder before you check out
Go through life like it was your last day
Because it could be so enjoy it and make it count in every way
Dominica
Gawaine Caldwater Ross
We share melons and papayas
beneath a sun benevolent.
A salty breeze, the river is cool,
and the passion flower blossoms
are fragile but rich. We stroke
their fragrance and sip intoxication -
we slip a little further and
I find myself afraid of love.
Papaya trees are many breasted,
the flesh of mangoes, exquisite.
My restlessness is like the surf
seeking coral lagoons.
You speak in certitudes,
I dream of them.
Beyond the coconuts shining
in your eyes
I see gazelles outrunning lions -
you laugh,
I recall November sleet.
Your stainlessness and artless joviality
are in contrast to my venery.
But in honor of your being
I play Schumann on the flute.
You respond with a noble clarinet,
Royal, but so voluptuous.
You think love means saying “Yes,”
I think love means bleeding.
You say, “That's a grim thought.”
I say, “Life is grief.”
We are divided by that which attracts us -
even as you speak of trust
I see the void behind the stars.
You speak of freedom,
possibilities, and taking risks;
but I have been to prison:
Saturn has bound me with rings of lead,
the acid rain has stained my face.
We lay our cards out on the purple silk:
today they say I am the Hanged Man.
Are you the Queen of Swords,
or the Priestess holding
nine bright cups of Dionysian wine?
You smile and ask,
“Where, oh Where, is the
void in ecstasy?”
We strip and go against the current.
The water here is swift and cold,
the sunlight revels on your
scintillating buttocks.
I follow towards the cataract
and drink the water that has caressed your thighs.
You shriek, the monkeys leap,
and I wrestle with a jaguar.
You summon me to join you
high up on the rocks
where the moss is a foot thick.
I manage half a fervent laugh
And watch you diving into pools.
Opals ripple on the water.
We gather oleander, orchids,
Lilies and lotuses
and weave them into garlands
and in the falls we
linger in the timeless spray.
A sweet scented aroma.
‘’Actions speak loader than words’’ they say.
So it is!, look to our Faith!
He looks at our hearts.
No matter what we see, suggesting,
Honourable worship & praise,
If Spirits; His & ours un-synced,
Is what we do real?
Words speak to us as we sing, ,
& drive out poisonous weeds.
God loves a sacrifice of praise.
Our empty hands declare,
Willing prisoners ‘Surrendered’;
His, to know our heart,
As we hold on for in-put.
The loss of ‘Self’; as Christ.
He uses to unbind others with,
Sweet perfumed news,
Proclaims the glory of His name.
Practice makes perfect?
As we can if we go against,
The flow we see as ‘sane or normal’
Feb 2017