Best Impertinence Poems
Dawn's soft silence kept under gauzy veil
Lifted by harmony of harp and flute
Colors dance along roses, bright and pale
Rainbows springing where fertile sky takes root
Elfin robins follow the fitful wind
Across freckled grass, where new faith consumes
Mossy velvet bark, and sunny bees send
Assured calendars of glory bound blooms
Coy autumn flirts with stately august shade
In kisses of crimson impertinence
Where barefoot rivers rush in eager aid
Hope overflows the banks of reticence
This sunrise drips with beauty's sweet syndrome
For it brings me the day you're coming home.
8/30/20
Categories:
impertinence, appreciation, hope, morning,
Form:
Sonnet
I've been meaning to write for a long time.
but sometimes
my words willingly remain hostage
in my heart.
Not wanting to be heard.
Covered and crumpled.
I cannot sink in
I am 18.
it's frightening,
Getting old
my mind is somewhere between
the land and the sky,
wishing to fly,
but fears the fall.
what if I am longing for the sunshine
but chasing the moonlight?
I am waiting for roses
but is it not all thorns?
what if I mistook 'mistake' as a failure
and stop moving on?
There it goes.
Overthinking.
A frequent visitor,
who barges my house constantly.
Full of impertinence.
Making it abysmal.
One simply writes down
the beautiful and the doomed
Until they manage to safely coexist
And somehow this dilutes the pain.
Such a beautifully paradoxical thing is Mind.
"You have a magical way of unearthing summer in those dry Decembers.
And of all the things you need to grow
you've chosen roots
So that one day
you can touch the skies"
it said.
I remembered how
I've always had this inaudible need,
Deeply persistent as the ivy
To reach for something beyond
The roots of my capabilities.
This number can't be an obstacle.
Eighteen is too nascent to be called seasoned.
And that's what keeps me going.
Then my heart pulled softly
the ends of those tears
releasing my fear like a ribbon
Coming quietly undone.
The universe might be showing me
That grey and white lies ahead
But today I am all ready
To show it how colourfully I can bloom.
Categories:
impertinence, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, Land of the Free
You have presumptuously deemed yourself the mouthpiece and policy maker
Of the world
How overconfident
How impudent
Who makes you...
Oh, King of impertinence
Regulators of the human race...
The monarch of the agitated sea
Who are you to dictate MY household’s wishes?
As with the Roman Empire, your greed and moral deficiency IS your destruction
Your sins are hidden behind plaster, ramshackle, and termite-infested walls
You sit on your throne of deprecated morality
You twist your neck and roil your head in an idiomatic cistern of ethics
Oh, how those merchants whom seek shelter under your fiscal confidence...
Will wail and rip their outer garments, as they witness your
great
Collapse
Nevertheless, just like men whom seeks the warmth of a harlot’s bosom
They will easily turn their face to the next woman of ill-gotten gains
Categories:
impertinence, allegory, history, mystery, philosophy,
Form:
Elegy
Tell the monster
Tell the monster, you little coward
That it mustn’t murder
To show it eternally wretches and writhes
To show your inner maggots that crave malcontent
It mustn’t murder
To bring down all with its own misery
To give the world a taste of what they have inflicted
On such a poor, abandoned soul
Oh, deprived prey!
You were born for this man’s selfish strategy
Toward power and impertinence,
To desecrate the human body in the name of science
For one wretched worm’s pursuit of renown
Oh, murderer, you have done your damage long ago
The moment your pride turned to the innocent dead
To rob their shells in search of gold
Coward!
Abandoner!
Imbecile
Tell the monster the truth
That it murders to ravish your failures
To make your innards whimper and quiver
To sustain the guilt that has long eaten you
Since the creation of your surfaced flaw
Yes, in your arrogant aims, the murder of millions commence
Categories:
impertinence, conflict, dark, death, evil,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!
Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!
I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence!
Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated!
Categories:
impertinence, faith, forgiveness, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
Iniquity, impunity, injustice invade Internet interaction
Alongside odious obliteration and cunning coercion
Facilitated and militated with unabashed attention and intention
To minutest details
To misspell the capture of heads and tails
Which in essence sells injustice and slays sails
The freedom Internet users
Ought to enjoy without being the losers
In their contest against data users and choosers
Who profess innocence against their intrusive offence from users
To peel and steal data from users whom data abusers
Ignore, preferring the status not of beggars but choosers and misusers
Who spend colossal resources
To glean data from user sources
In asymmetric interactions and discourses
In which users’ voice
Deprived of consultation channel and choice
Grants no invoice
To stalkers
Hackers
With their technology backers
Ascertain they enjoy monopoly
In mining and refining user data sold to a duopoly
Within their Tripoli oligopoly
To gain and regain the stranglehold
They impose on a user’s household
Where they deprive the user of room to withhold
Permission in any session
Early in his life or late in his pension
Within a notorious dispensation
In which users as victims
Join slave and knave teams
Roasting from scolding steams
As they watch helpless
Their data resource plundered in a place
On the Internet shoe from which a disgrace necklace
Dangles
Bungles
Angles
In shame and blame
To claim a lame and tame name
That boasts of a brutal claim from a dotcom dame
Whose achievement stems from stealing
Stalking, dealing and feeling
Superior upon stealing data and using desecrated data on a sordid ceiling.
Categories:
impertinence, poems,
Form:
Free verse
THE DREAM OF THE QUAKER’S SON
A Quaker preacher had a son
Who loved the banker's child
Impertinence and religious talk
Made the banker wild
Tenacious Hayes still loved Elaine
Politely asked her hand
Her father said that he’d agree
If Hayes could buy some land.
Determined Hayes planned
To earn his stake
He traveled night and day
Until he found a growing town---
Seemed a likely place to stay.
He worked his mule team---
train to train
Delivered tons of goods
And every week he told Elaine
He'd love her all he could.
Once each month he mailed the pack
He sealed each precious letter.
When they arrived, she saved them all
Delighted times seemed better
And suddenly two years had passed
Clinked the last coin in the box
He whistled as he hitched his mules
Ignored the hours of mud and rocks.
Just at dawn he jumped the curb
Black wreathes were on her door
He knocked ---and found his fair Elaine
Was on this earth no more
Without a word, he headed home
His brother was in the field
But he knew there were no words to say--
This pain could never heal
In his mind he saw her face.
Grabbed a rifle from the shelf
He shot his pair of finest mules
And then he shot himself
Categories:
impertinence, beauty, love,
Form:
Ballad
Meaningless Numbers
The worst numbers are those with rough edges
Perversions of nature not smooth or level
With odd forms and shapes
Having them around insults circles
And the innocent curved numbered ones
Meaningless, are the digits not used
If there is more than one, figures get confused
Line them up with math and logic
Hold them against the wall with clues
Find some matches, loose and dry
Place a bomb, lit fuse, beside them
They will not move or tell the truth
They won’t go screaming into the night
They mimic all other numbers to make them numb
Not alive, not to imply they are dead
They are to be hated for that
And when the remainder remains the same
You can count on them for nothing
Their impertinence explains it all
Meaningless numbers are everywhere
Shameless, as even the old ones look the same
I don’t know their names and can’t explain absurdity
When shopping I have to take a number and wait
A cause and effect that escapes me and reason
Categories:
impertinence, conflict, confusion, education, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
How many colors in jealousy?
The participants - a favorite child,
parents, and a rainbow of siblings.
The lining feels good and comfortable
for the swaddled tale bearer, enough so
the dreamer dreams of being in charge,
though being the littlest lamb.
Out in the deep, dark woods where witches
build candyland and wolves in sheep’s clothing
watch with ravenous eyes for the innocent,
a child strolls on the red carpet,
listening and watching for misbehavior
so he can run away to daddy
who will set straight the miscreants.
A falling away of a robe, a pretty handmade coat -
in his underclothes and in too far deep
his mood is angry and shocked.
He knew they would pull him out.
He thinks, “Boy, they’ll get it good
this time.” ………..
confused, they’ve thrown him at strangers,
and away he goes. He can’t wrap his mind
around the impertinence. He’s shaking…
He’s scared. He’s driven so far from home.
But his faith is his fuel in his belly. His wake
cannot happen with no body.
No one is jealous of him in this caravan.
However the one true God is jealous for him
and has a plan…a precious plan…
It is a plan of reconciliation. It is a story
of salvation. Dreams do come true.
3/19/2023
Categories:
impertinence, bible,
Form:
Free verse
Woe to you Lust
Nemesis of men whose conscience you manipulate and ensnare
Reducing their pituitary gland to impotent dust
Singing their future and dignity with no iota of care
To plunge King David to his downfall
Steal from King Solomon wisdom
Hurtling mighty Samson into a spectacular free fall
And modern midgets you ensnare in Sodom
Bereft of the moral compass
Drifting in the wind like a vagabond
Who at the slightest glance at a skirt the fallen midget makes a pass
As from matrimonial home besotted midgets abscond
Squandering family jewel
Splurging to delight jezebels
With purloined family crown
Which in pitiful submission fools at the sound of Hell’s bells
Turn into automatons
You manipulate pulling strings left
Then right as the fallen midgets give up bliss batons
To sink into your theft cleft
Where midgets rot wondering how they came
To Charybdis and Scylla
Filled with shame and blame to their disgraced name in a sordid game
Where they emerge thinner and taller
In sin standards
Where their cubits and fathoms pale into insignificance
As bliss bards
Wave them away to self incriminate at the tomb of impertinence.
Categories:
impertinence, poems,
Form:
Free verse
At dusk`s eerie cry:
We rise.
Winds prevailing in no direction,
hurricanes lacking a calm eye.
Twilight walkers deceased in spirit.
Our quest begins.
A damned trade trailing on quicksand.
Plummeting on a city pavement.
Eyes gape reflecting thought-
disdain in decent women,
impertinence from men,
boys tremble.
All screech- "Woman of the night."
IN DISGUST.
Even I aspire for a stable port.
Dreams of discovering the land of Home.
My lewd road still shamefully driven
Only comfort a compass
without North needle.
Categories:
impertinence, grief,
Form:
Free verse
Everywhere a whistle blows
Seemingly from nowhere
And I stop to look around
Fearing I’m breathing in cruel air
I met her in the shrine garden
She took her oath in silence
She saw the eyes of God
The litany left her blinded
In the wold of her shadow she hides
7 years she had no eyes
No reverie to hold herself against her wise
Just empty sockets, no tears to cry
She had an aspen stowed in her hair
She looked like banshee, her gown waved by the ware
She couldn't see me but she knew I was there
She heard me whistling “Marche Militaire”
In the greenwood she collapsed into me
You could say, She hung by the trees
She said she was being haunted
By a spirit but she knew not from where
The spirit spake to her
But only said of her blank stare
The voice whispered harmony’s
Songs of the dead
Thought it was her father
Who didn't make heaven
He was a hermit, who drank and relaxed
Never took the lord to prayer, until on his death bed
She said the man repented and lamented
But could never redress his sins
The mighty hand of God pointed for his lack of common sense
She said her father’s impertinence
Led to his dead end
But one has to cast the shadow of doubt
What really happened then
Everywhere a whistle blows
But it’s too dark to see from where
Take hand so cold, you’ll know it’s I
Except I was never there
Categories:
impertinence, allegory, analogy, confusion, imagery,
Form:
Ballad
While growing up
The creed my culture inculcates that
Respect ye thy elders
Is now lying lifeless outside the beautiful 20th century's gate.
.
Little did I move than I realized a frozen limb
After her little palm roughly caressed my weedy chin
Somewhat close to a Shrek's touch.
It had garnered enough momentum for the feat.
.
My voice filled the entire room within me.
My 'Ha' bears little weight of exclamation
But I mumbled it with lips agape
As I watched her proud-to-do physiognomy disappear
Through the door before me.
.
As my heart, thuds the wall of my ribs
I danced, enjoying the sour melody all alone.
But the cadence drastically dropped till death
And there I remained motionless
As tears' fountain seem dry.
.
Wake up! Again I yelled but within
"Pursue" my heart advised "rip her."
But did I hear 'sorry sir?'
Like they that dream, I found just enough strength
To recall all what seem like hours, but 'twas minutes
Which unfolded even under the nose of my Lover.
.
"Seventeen years age difference washed down the drain?"
"You should command respect for yourself" father roared.
Jostling me back to now.
"Sorry sir" just like her, I said.
Cause and effect, my ears still echoes...
Categories:
impertinence, age,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Our neighbour's excited spaniel pups spring up to us with the joys of Spring as the trees and shrubs are about to bud as do the garish litter bags thayt no surburban lane would be the same in Britain without the hard work of litter louts. Birds flit from hedge to hedge, the sparrows not rare here neither are yellow or red finches; the winter berries still in bloom as early cherries shyly blossom as though tjheir impertinence will not go unpunishred by snowy winds that have made a tactical retreat rather surrender to a warmer world.
Couples walk walk and talk as dog owners talk their walk while the former tiny Methodist chapel aintefd a pink that no Wesleyan would praise that or the 'For Sale' sign that the owners' grandon secures the windows before he enthusiastically hoes the roses and everyithing else in a desperate bid to sell as the sap in house prices is on the rise. across the road the large modern homes are crowded in for protection from the ghostly threat of tjhe lord of the manor's remians of his moat, a reminder once a once medieval power as bullocks with no degerence roam and anser to the the mooing of the cows in the fields nearby that are fed by the the farm hand with tractor and trailer never getting out of his vehicle to face this phalanx led by the bull that lord's over them.
wE walk home replenished as the first day of warmth so we can stop and stare with no shiffer there as the sun goes down peacefully. coming homegulls swirl overr the estuary in mock anyance on such a spring day as the lower sky blushes light pink as the higher sky is a pale navy blue in a beutiful Spring sunset after all our Winter woes.
Categories:
impertinence, nature, spring, winter, day,
Form:
Free verse
I’m pinched, not sweet, and ferociously piqued!
A stomp of vines, my feet juiced red — and drunk.
Embossed my boss — his painted smile. He freaked.
Impertinence! I’d put up with his junk!
Worked extra hard to please this balding… (squeeze).
The constant drip...the bitter pills...my wrath.
No girl! No life! To serve this jerk...this sleaze!
I’ll pluck this fattened grape. His stink needs bath —
An hour long shower walloping...indeed!
I’m a great guy - no sense of humor mean.
This cream of the crop creep, he has no creed.
I’ll hire this donkey’s toot and shoot the scene.
But cheer this vat, I cure my awful state.
Conceive revenge, sour pittance for my hate.
8/13/2018
Mark Massey’s Sour Grapes Poetry Contest
8th place
*Embossed - hunted like an animal, to exhaustion
Categories:
impertinence, anger,
Form:
Sonnet