Best Ill Advised Poems
When to the eternity of love embraced in heart
With no particular sense of hate flickering past
The eyes that saw those whom I admired depart,
I evoke up the sorrowful memories I forgot at last;
I smile to many a thought of what from them I learnt –
And with old wounds and old woes now vanished,
I sigh the sigh of relief in that I know what they meant:
The impediments I endured proved love finished
From the hearts that had no hesitation to lie
For ill-advised and wrong doings at guilty sight,
And so their sweet lips and beauty disfigured to my eye;
Then can I love yet with sincere love, growing day & night, –
The lady who loves me with love unencumbered,
Whose lips are still pure, with no lies remembered.
by Michaelw1two
Poetic writes speak volumes too,
this profound nature of humanity;
expression’s glyph or determination’s rift,
each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
provoke of consciousness that drift,
so casually or with rude insanity;
furiously incite or simultaneously delight,
set straight a thought or induce banality;
unconscious rubric struggles forth,
within the cleave of line, phrase and meter;
guides a casual readership towards,
all present trends hidden in a bard’s demeanor;
exposing just who seems ubiquitous, who is ingenuous,
or just simply stubbornly ridiculous;
one’s sensuality splayed, our generosity bade,
your critical natures shown meticulous;
senses not semantics, rule of roles revised,
lines of life’s romantic, cleverly devised;
discovering our thoughts on everything,
exposing our minds to Id and ideals contrived;
methods breached lift conclusion’s reach,
an ill-advised tome reaps the thought’s divine;
nurtured reasoning replaced by jest,
releases the distain hidden within a mind’s set plein;
within this relief be it muse or beast,
rests an orators mirth, or an epic myth’s imply;
poetic license freed, such a thing indeed,
that “cat’s meow” bests a graven image’s belie;
metaphors and idioms when used correct,
add intrigue and delight to a word works vamp;
bathos taps one’s inner laugh, hyperboles,
release a poem’s waft, jape and poet’s stamp;
pleonasms reinforce, oxymora juxtapose,
litotes understate, analogies delineate… cognition;
and irony, an express of verbal, dramatic,
cosmic or Socratic, lead to a write’s ideal fruition;
understanding each of these parts implores,
partnership between, these particles and that of yours;
expressing the limits of personal tastes and so much more,
you, your dreams, schemes, hates, fears, tears and rapport;
binding together all of US, and create the bonds that thus sustain,
poetry to living life, to easing strife, within the poet’s world domain.
Michael WalkerJohn
Collaborative Chinese water torture
Dropping fickle whispers
Their foreheads pound with belittled grief.
Egyptian cotton tissues,
Coated in fresh aloe and waxy resolutions,
Torn asunder
Idyllic sonatas
Heaving identity crisis under bus,
One
Note
Off
An exacerbated syllable
Pleasing vultures
Who speak louder than anonymity’s slur
Befuddled visions
Damning clarity upon equator of serenity
Stalking Information Superhighways,
A glorified game of telephone
Where declared verbiage,
Set in Swedish Hot Stones,
Is STILL misunderstood!
Filtered!
Tainted!
Stoking ill-advised dreams
Stroking tact with leavened paper cuts
S h r e d d i n g
yesterdays
Whiplashes against horizons’ symphonies
Choking lyric of March
These hands showed you epiphany lights
Now 2nd face, abandons restitution in onyx dark
…
With their one last cry,
One
Last
Spoken Cry
“Instead of reading our words,
My child,
You should simply open your eyes.”
(Fade to white)
©Drake J. Eszes
THE ENEMY WITHIN
She’s in there arguing with my affirmations.
She's sabotaging my dreams.
She kicks my best decisions in the derriere.
She confuses my left brain, my god brain,
And she encourages the repetitive behavior
That never worked in the past;
She overrules the changes made by my spirit mind.
She never allows the cognition, of sane
Behavior to take the reins. She reassures me that I am fine.
She has redirected my thoughts so that concentration,
And gumption never sees eye, to eye.
Then she exercises and builds up her strength,
As I do nothing.
She loves me and comforts me
Whenever I am lethargic, and she tells me
The best thing to do is nothing.
Whenever I manage to call in the troops of my adrenalin,
She conquers them with fear. She provides the lie that
My one voice is never going to be enough.
and tells me I will never be heard, and that
I will never be the mercenary of change so I relent.
I give in to the enemy within.
The only antidote I know is to tell my friends,
And they who stand with me can chant and pray...
And purge her from my system.
“Will you point the way”-
Will you please help me.?
Help me, to fight injustice,
Help me to restore integrity?
Help me to say no poverty.
Help me to defy authority.
Lend me a hand
As a poet and a friend,
Help to end the rule of this enemy
That dwells within.
I will be stronger if you do.
I am out of wit, only you can replace it.
If I run out of time – Only you can carry on;
If I run out of love, can you give me some?
I am out of ammunition,
And I cannot fight the world alone.
I cannot ask God before asking my kindred beings.
God will ask me why I passed up my fellow man,
To get to him.
My prayer is to be replenished.
What God has started; He will surely finish.
But he needs me to ask you for help as my friends,
To demolish this enemy that dwells within.
When I am stronger you can lean on me again,
Together, we 'll claim the victory,
Over this ill-advised enemy... That lives within me.
Assimilate your view
To match the status quo,
Consensus starts to skew
Hypocrisy on show,
Now you seem the clown
The eager willing pup,
It’s not the beating down
But how you get back up!
A friendship ill-advised
Treacherous and vain,
Before you realized
They’ve dissed you once again.
Smile into a frown
Superior or sup,
It’s not the beating down
But how you get back up!
Alcohol and drugs
Became your sanctuary,
Psychogenic thugs
Cleaving reality,
Out upon the town
Common sense you swop,
It’s not the beating down
But how you get back up!
Tattooed to the hilt
Judgement, every eye,
Predetermined guilt
Archaic in their lie,
Blackened, gray and brown
Squeezing ink to cup,
It’s not the beating down
But how you get back up!
07/09/2013
© Copyright 2013 Adam Parker
Fallen upon knees in ashes of pipe dreamer’s infatuation
chimera's collective stardust reigning through macrocosms,
world spins counterclockwise unrealistically bound hiatus
stained glass mirrors fracture in rhetorical opposition,
earthly beings condensed to mere commonplace residue
threadbare allegiances written on worn out constitutions,
idly spinning cogwheels from premier breath to closer exhale
angels hark intensely attempting to assuage inevitability
whilst calm winds yield to maelstroms' imitative gesticulations
forfeitures of human activity sacrificed in sins' germinal vices
banal platitudes reinforcing an elusively unoriginal existence,
dancing 'round the fire tween inquisitions' reluctant commendations
preparedness on conventional suspension of ill-advised reiterations,
awaiting surrender 'neath an incoherent vigil's unorthodox rite of
incarnate passages' disconnected resolve mid consequential rationale
thereupon...
timelessness is but a variable symbol
factored in mankind's hallucinatory prayers
"A poet is a sapient of notions,
And a serpent wrapped up in miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison.
And success in every session".
I heard but it’s not true for me.
God “where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death finales?
Where to live in this immoral place?
Why should I survive on this Immortal maze?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”
"Ill advised, through my vivid mind, and best believe my revolution will be televised, through every eye, thoughts become brought to realization, with no illustration, just illustrated words... the greatest human creation, in a world where everyone has freedom of speech...we must use it in a positive way, got so much to talk and speak on but most don't know how to say it, and we're trapped outside our own mind when we're just looking for way in, we will hold our hands up, through ever written stanza, and show the world who's the boss like Tony Danza...we just have to man up and make sure our words are understood, because why speak your mind when no one will understand us, let's kill all the nonbelievers with a can of Raid....it all starts with a blank page."
Ten supposed virgins with
lamps, more likely to be
tramps about to stick a man
like stamps. Hitch a
bridegroom and try to put
something inside a womb.
Five were smart as a fox and
wise, and five were dumber
than a box of fries.
Those who we're dimwits,
forgot their toolkits, and the oil
to fuel it.
The wise packed reserves and
used their lamps with
conserves.
The bridegroom was delayed,
while the virgins slept,
slumbered and played.
Around midnight the
bridegroom arrived, someone
cried, as the virgins became
more revived.
The virgins in the camps ran to
their lamps like champs.
The foolish cried to the wise,
‘Give us oil, our light won't
survive.
The ill-advised realized their
lack of preparation and opted
for a lazy solution without
hesitation
The wise replied, ‘No supplies,
not enough set a side ,
purchases your own wayside .’
When they left to buy, in came
their guy, those who where
ready left for a wedding, the
others behind a locked door
dreading.
Summer Belly
First hot day of early Summer brings it out.
The snow white folds of fast food residue,
Overflowing the ill advised shorts.
It has to go somewhere so out it comes
Wobbling in the season’s first rays.
An avalanche of abdominal extra.
Last year’s top won’t fit this year’s model
But it’s fun to watch all the same
As your wish of Persephone’s homecoming
We prepare minimal harvests from upheaval
Lost cause is the aid from ill-advised panic,
This casts doubt on her uncertain retrieval.
Demeter! Eyes of own appreciate our harvest,
These distant fields furrow with guided fracture
Stippled under greenery from a veil’s blockade
Virtues the gauge in which patience decides,
Miniscule the remnants with featureless serenity.
(Demeter)
When serenity further ventures availing hope?
Reminiscing confines a good past as undone!
Full quota the hearsay rumours have it false,
Alas, it is not! Had I reined her close, it might.
What patience has to honour, bereavement has none
Add Persephone’s quandary to the spectroscope,
Your purpose replies with a synopsis of course
Where underworlds design a stark reality to some.
(Views the harvest)
A penchant of well being in spite of mixed moods
Decides the mood, which in turn designs the season
Therefore, devise draining soils to your advantage-
Bale the thrusts of bittersweet as my tears became
Blocked in by sentinels’ the adornment of brilliance
Contrast with vivid twilight a beguiled revelation,
As wheat-sheafs’ bide an arc from golden chariots
Through displays, the haze of genial zephyrs brisk-
Mysteries surmise a whereabouts to quantum leaps
Exhibit confinement of spring to an autumn equinox,
And as therapeutics go, bereavement takes the risk.
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AD
(Mortals) Who are building nations.
Treasure the divinity of Demeter to all nations-
Answering to each nobility, her problem solving
Storing strength, our harvest elations;
Peace in our time, whilst mood swings evolving
Bond the religious bridge for neighbourly suffice
So we ourselves can understand those lands,
Whose barren terra firma distinguish the entice
Those future developments where trust expands,
More as an understanding, than self-sacrifice.
Mince Meat Pie No Lie
Oh great! Found that some guy forgot to stipulate
How he knows people hate to wait or set a date
Important enough and already been accentuated
And, would you believe, destroyed, defecated and then defalcated.
Then you had arrived at the problem that could possibly be
While she really scarred the heck out of you as well as me
It happened to be Hillary wearing a wise old owl disguise
Found in boxes bond for Bombay much to my surprise.
She had a not only great idea but one which was ingenious
Like and old oscillating owl had a face being the meanest
And after be shown and while looking at it day by day
Someone started to toot and trump song saying stay away (Not no way Jose'.)
Next thing we found was owls only fly in a single formidable formation
Not knowing if it was done out of inspiration or desolate desperation
After having been found flying over Flint looking for water to be drinking
That is when this itty bitty troubled owl really started to thinking.
Water color seemed so cruddy and glass stood singular and all alone
On shelf while many makeshift people would moan and groan
Which is when Hillary had come up with another idea being so wild
What if we were to begin conducting an experiment of each child.
On their each table several glasses of water they would start to place
To see that when each one would drink who made strangest, oddest face
Then again oddly enough researchers data they did determine to decipher
Answers to questions and observations children had handed over to offer.
Now why would any maniac or moron ever try to seem and become so mean
Who had abused their own bodies and no longer were a health food fiend
Then with their own selves, education and experience became entranced
At abundance of cruddy urine color running down each poor baby's pants.
Franticly and finally many ill-advised answers they had come across
What was decided is that all of it and whole thing had created a lost cause
And after many words were thought of, brought together and they would mince
Those who have minds mixing with their water will meet with lower intelligence.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Like everything else of course there always has to be a catch
Prerequisite for reading this is imagination being able to stretch.
Village Justice Or Legal Farce
A developing saga of political intrigue and power play in the corridors of power...
With invisible puppet strings being tugged in a certain manner....
How else to explain the self righteous supremo of PAS filing a libel suit to safeguard integrity.....
So far away from Bolehland, in the hallowed halls of British justice ....
Sarawak Report merely publicised millions for PAS politicians in the party piggy bank...
The supremo took it upon himself to sue, personally taking offence....
If Sarawak Report Claire did damage his personal image of being squeaky clean politician...
Why should he file the suit over there in the Halls of Justice in England....
When doing so locally in Bolehland will ensure him relevancy and support at hand....
Hohoho...
In all probability, the supremo has been ill advised to pursue the case abroad....
Aided and prodded behind by someone who hopes to sanitize his own image abroad....
The supremo and even PAS the party, they do not have the funds for such a legal parody....
To the extent of engaging the services of a famous British Law office ....
One of the most expensive, charging exorbitant rates hourly....
Hohoho.....
Has he been gifted the funds necessary by the puppeteer with deep pockets....
Or is he is confused and ill advised as not to see the pawn that he is....
When the sun sets and the battle dust all settled, will this supremo end up an economic wreck....
Will he end up, egg in the face, an obvious loser holding a garbage bag....
Staring a monstrous obscene bill to settle after a legal battle in England....
Will we see a 2nd round of public appeal to ignorant folks in Bolehland.....
All blinded and seduced by his claim of all these was for a cause of their religion?
Hohoho....
The ass so phatt
Snared and trapped by hypocrisy
Quintisential Questions
Beg The question
what about that ass so phatt?
Looks good to pretenders
What is your soul food, Mabeline and Maskera?
Don't straddle the line of
Self love and hate
Why are you hiding from the
Source of truth,
Your Sole truth?
Bad make-up is
Glittered and glamoured up
Hours of dressing scars
All the while dying inside
Dying to please men
Spectators at sport
Why let the dawgs define you?
Spiritual Deaths in deserted
Places.
High off hair spray fumes
Beating poision into your pores
Wearing wigs with dyes
dries and natural hair dies
for a set of lies
The holes in your soul
Shakkled by broken motives
Mainstream Attractions
Botox lips, boobs and booty
The sores that leak from
A Black girl's pores.
Subjected to falsified
Beauty claims and propaganda
Her only objective sincere devout affection
Here lies the feme fatal soul infection
Ill advised from highlights in media
Self degradation.
Polyester thongs
that your flesh itch
Mediocre Songs of a woman's worth
Subliminal anarchy's test
about who you are
Your so hurt and abused
by standards that don't fit
They labeled you a *****
You pitch tantrums and fits
Still looking for a quick fix
Don't quit the fight and
forefeit your rights
Blackshion Exists long past
The nights.
Beautiful Black Skins
Rise again face the
Morning Sun
Take back your Authority
And live in your own Royalty
Black Woman , We Live to Love You
Just as you are, So Be the Woman
You were meant to be Goddesses
Exceptional Master Pieces
God's Own Copyrighten Legacies.....
Kevin Guru©2016
Zerah was the twin brother of Perez whose mom and dad were Judah and Tamar. Perez was a direct ancestor of Jesus, but Zerah's name also appears in Jesus' genealogy. Zerah was not a direct ancestor of Jesus, but 'he also mattered'.
Tamar's actions are ill advised and unacceptable by standards even in her day; but she felt that she had been overlooked and forgotten. So pretending to be a prostitute, she did the unthinkable by tricking Judah her father-in-law into conceiving a child with her. In so during, she became a direct ancestor of Jesus. Though ignored and rejected, she asserted herself and convinced others that 'she also mattered'.
Rahab was a citizen of ill repute in Jericho, a city doomed for destruction. Acting upon historical information she had acquired, Rahab brokered a deal with the spies that saved her life and that of her family. She was a prostitute who later married into the Hebrew family and became a direct ancestor of Jesus. 'She also mattered'.
Ruth was a Moabite and an unlikely candidate for the Messianic linkage. She made personal choices that were of the 'outside of the box variety'. She was selfless and never realized where such choices would take her. Her life and name, her submissive and teachable spirit speak volumes. 'She also mattered', and so does every creature on the face of the earth.
12012017 PS *Matthew 1 NIV