Best Implanted Poems
Devils deadly dime
The sign said no grown-up at the playground.
Tripping on a penny, like a mime!
My hand is in my pocket with the dime I found.
Its all mine, I asked for the devils hand that time.
Echoes in my head, bounded by a screaming sound.
Paying for a forgotten crime,
on what comes around goes around.
A prison with greed that carries an evil musical chime.
Jumping off the merry-go-round!
Encouraged by the devil,
the pleasure of his deadly nursery rhyme.
Now the world is measured by my blood level.
The devils delight feasted on my youth before I hit my prime.
Bashing my mind, with thoughts implanted by evil.
Entering the day with no beauty to my sublime.
Begging him to remove this anvil!
He laughed while he cursed me with a favor for a favor.
A fallout so violently in this world not civil.
One can only lust on the taste that only he can savor.
Hanging out by the swings wounding me with prey,
on two victims to his delicious flavor.
I climb my way to teach a lesson in hate not love.
Two siblings who always scream for each other.
Giggling as I offered each a push and a shove.
Stopping they give each other a big hug.
Defeating and proving love is a stronger disease
The devil wicked eyes looking at me like a bug.
Clawing at my inner guts with remorse that he will win this war.
Until another day one skips the penny,
and begs a poor fool like the devil for his dime.
Tossing heads for his tail when times hits rock bottom.
I will stray away from his deadly reaction time.
He will not own my soul so freak'em,
and his greedy deadly beg of a dime.
by;pd
Categories:
implanted, abuse, day, irony, judgement,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Shackles of cynicism have displaced your heart,
the love that once transcended time is no more.
No wordsmith can bring beauty to an invisible emotion,
lost in translation to an ignorant uncultured mind.
As you searched for a definition of the tangible,
intangible feelings were ignored, even with eyes shut.
Funny, how three words cause a chemical imbalance,
but the euphoria is short lived when ego takes hold.
Promises to comfort, wipe away tears, anguish and pain,
come with no guarantee of satisfaction - no refund for regret.
Love does not say when the fire is burning to wage war,
it provides an opportunity to nourish peace and harmony.
Love does not say to be bitter and live with a grudge,
it asks for you to forgive, not to antagonise another's soul.
In a world lost to materialistic commercialism,
the skeptic doubts like a pessimistic detractor.
Love is not like money, that must be reciprocated with interest,
it is simply an undetectable phenomenon that graces us all.
To some a second hand emotion, but the language of love
still remains the most powerful feeling known to humanity.
One tongue that has no religion, race nor geographical boundary,
which only fails to blossom when limits are implanted.
Silent One
Written 28 February 2016
Re posted 30 May 2018
Categories:
implanted, analogy, love,
Form:
Free verse
For the nonce, living soul,
you will breathe in new lessons through our tender tethering
as your seeking thirst is slaked through your skin;
for life's osmosis seeps mortal knowledge not implanted at conception.
Susan Ashley
September 16, 2019
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
*An excerpt from: Odyssey Of A Soul; written June 8, 2018*
Categories:
implanted, journey, life, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Once long ago there was a clear blue sky
Where roamed free bird and butterfly
That’s when came the idea to super citify
And to pollution creators deify
All put their brain power to diversify
Silenced anyone who dared go awry
Soon mile high skyscrapers did gratify
And every square inch did occupy
Way too many to quantify
So it was nature they did damnify
Now skies are filled with traffic jams that horrify
Greenish rain waters that relentlessly acidify
Mountain-high billboard ads that do electrify
An extravagance of gadgets enough to stupefy
Implanted technology meant to dehumanify
In light of superfluity, let me just plainly oversimplify
Scientists need to eat a big piece of humble pie
There’s just no way to justify
Why colorful sunsets went by the by
And why no one remembers the aroma of apple pie
Submitted on March 4, 2018 for contest SCIENCE FICTION sponsored by DEBORAH GUENTHER BEACHBOARD - HONORABLE MENTION
Categories:
implanted, city, humanity, loss, nature,
Form:
Monorhyme
What are you thinking of
germinal seed of dynamic animation,
do you still understand all without explanation..?
the colors you dream in are the nuances of Infinite Love
for the nonce, living soul,
you will breathe in new lessons
through this tender tethering
as your seeking thirst
is slaked through your skin;
for life's osmosis seeps mortal knowledge
not implanted at conception
with each culmination of every era
the Enlightenment is cumulative.
Craving to quench a craving quest
to reach and taste
faultless fruits of the Crown of Divinity—
paths' toward perfection perfectly entwined;
the womb but a nutshell
a mortal plan in place
flesh and blood and free will intact—
your immortal blueprint will always be here
trust
when and while
you remember to forget to remember
recollections will renew
when your mundane drum ceases to thrum
and you flash across skies once more in meteoric rise
donning your glorifying shine from stars-of-giving-light.
In this human lifetime
imperfect being
you will be nursed;
orphan tears scarring dirty cheeks
will not overflow your tin cup
with naught else to nourish you...
those suffering stepping stones
led to the sanctity
of the last earthly lessons learned.
Categories:
implanted, journey, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
The fall to the abyss is incendiary by design,
Burning out and plummeting toward
The bottom of a fjord or the shaft of a mine,
To impale upon a metaphoric sword.
The climbing from the dark is instinctive by default,
Implanted in the root of human soul,
With each progressive step to scrabble from the vault,
Victorious emerging from the hole.
Regeneration spreads it’s slowly beating wings
To raise the heart and mind against the night,
And even in the depths of all the blackest things
Draws us once again into the light.
Just as Oscar Wilde was clearly heard to utter
In defiance of the fates and prison bars,
I may have sometimes lain in a pretty dismal gutter
But my eyes were always fixed upon the stars.
Categories:
implanted, faith, inspirational, life, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
chieftains trade their loyalty behind the clouds
high mountain king Carrantouhil commanding his Macgillycuddy Reeks
men of begotten rank, scheming skulduggery
secrets hide out of sight, Comeragh mystery shrouds Coumshingaun
flighty earls flee from the Lough Swilly shore
priests conspire, a king, a queen, a lord-protectorate exact revenge
imported evil stalks the land and soul of Ireland
near-on half give way, massacre, starvation, transportation and slavery
annexation by stealth, abomination
exposed Shannon artery, remorseless draining through lakes of tears
solidified karst corpses dissolving
into central mireland, ringed by coastal ramparts and remnant towers
turloughs disappear where the ground is leaking
playboys drink from black frothy pools of humour where the craic is good
where sad refrain gives way to rhythmic distraction
where song, stories, poetry, plays and dance merge in murky island brews
native chiefs are stripped of their Ulster lands
to control, anglicise and civilise a rebellious region
the area most resistant to English rule
official and private plantation, top to bottom colonisation
Gaelic hands across the channel disrupted
Scottish and English incomers, presbyterian and church of England
town and country, protestant domination
Irishmen uniting for briefest moments on higher ground
descent into cold depths of history
the Cliffs of Moher plunging from The Burren's bald barren bleakness
disfigured fingers pointing blame, shame and guilt
like the peninsular lands, Beara to Iveragh, Mizen to Dingle
stretching out to a new land of migrating hope
escaping abuse and clutches of long-robed men and women
the stifling heavy hand of implanted culture
two main layers of tradition now overlaying an unfathomable past
Categories:
implanted, community, history, ireland, time,
Form:
Narrative
If a little bird should say:
You're Boring, Cheerless
But do everything you've got to,
Should you Answer or Reply?
For its not what that "bird" says,
But what God said for you to do,
He will show the way.
Use his Word as a Lamp for your feet,
As you journey along the way.
He knows where He's leading you
Just trust him and obey!
Placed here on earth at a Particular Time
and on a Specific Date;
With a destiny that's Unique to only you.
Born at a time when you could be
most useful,
For you wouldn't fit into past history.
So be ALL in this time you're in
To go down into real-time history of now;
As the Lord chooses to make use of you.
You may not be famous 'cause its not
your role,
But do tasks as God would have you do.
With Inspired imagination, finding ways
To help others, letting them know that
He is real.
Use what gifts he has implanted upon you.
Categories:
implanted, destiny, faith, humanity, international,
Form:
Light Verse
GRAIL
each has their own prize
tucked away in a wish
deep in the inscrutable heart,
it rises from time to time
like a treasure only seen
by the eyes of innocents.
it rises up unbidden
to remind that there is more
than a, nose to the grind stone life.
allotted to a new babe as it is born,
a grail fantasy is implanted,
a carrot on a stick of sorts.
whilst we live, unaware for most
except, for the ants that
occasionally attack our thoughts
cause restless legs to strain at
the conformity accepted as life.
wanderlust without a goal.
daydreams that seem to have
no righteous home.
all dismissed as silliness
or insanity depending,
on the strength of the call
to leave the bonds of uniformity.
that golden seed we have from birth
is the poets goad,
the musicians lost chord
a writers perfect tale.
it is not for fame and glory that we seek
but for our holy grail.
Categories:
implanted, creation, destiny, dream,
Form:
Free verse
You lift me from mundane reality,
with wondrous flights to lands of poetry,
where there, my simple visions come to be
expressed with chosen words of imagery.
Implanted in the heart and soul of me,
your brilliant gems become the words I see.
My clouded concepts there to you transferred
to be refined through vetting of each word;
to shape so artfully my thoughts conferred
that mirror passions of my heart incurred...
reanimated with your words preferred.
No turning back once our sojourn begins;
surrendering...the only choice that wins.
The hunter and the hunted, we like twins,
bind close together through the thick and thins
as words and thoughts unite in final goal...
all fragments melded to create a whole
and we together merge in heart and soul.
You soon present your gift of polished thought;
each word alive, well-chosen, sorely sought...
so bittersweet...my muse...poetic art.
My poem shines in your finality;
a diamond, honed from visions undeterred.
Through mazes, it encountered many spins
composing imagery through word control,
until your tranquil spirit knew you caught
that inner feeling deep within my heart.
Categories:
implanted, inspirational, muse, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
and I could not look away
I stared into the shadows
of a lover’s distant past
Heard whispers in the darkness
of the spell her heart did cast
As it raked across my feelings
and I cried out in the night
When this smile I was wearing
fit a little bit too tight
With her painted nails of crimson
like the color of my blood
She clawed at my emotions
as the silhouettes did flood
This morning found believing
that our time is filled with fate
Where I find my voice is screaming,
please don’t tell me it’s too late
She collected every promise
on the worries I did call
For she wanted me to know that
I could never have it all
Still I crawled into the silence
with my eyes so open wide
And together we were drowning
in the motion of the tide
In her arms now spun the seconds
of the minutes I could spare
Like a clock that’s steady ticking
darkened rhythms sent to share
Drinking thirsty from the fountain
as her finger it did press
On the chrome implanted wishes
of an early moon confess
For her smile was infectious
as it hid her dirty deeds
When I fell intoxicated
still to stagger in these needs
Tried to gaze off in the distance
but my vision would not stay
I was trapped in her seduction...
and I could not look away
Good night Soupers
Categories:
implanted, good night, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Being a parent
You tried to be the best parent you were able.
Given the tools that life’s experience thought.
You attempted, on many occasion, to raise the bar.
Eighteen years, nine as two parents, ten as a Mr. Mom.
Then !!!, to endure the loss, the empty nest syndrome.
Both Daughters spread their wings, left the family home.
Nagging thoughts prevailed, three abortions, two Daughters
after eight years of extremely active, unprotected passion.
A movie, Chaos Theory, and the actions of two Daughters,
after some twenty and twelve years, opened the flood gates
to all these years of doubts, as infidelity was the modus operandi
on the roads, looking for love, beyond, in all the wrong places.
One has to question the actions of your two Daughters.
Is there an awareness of my doubts ??? or do they know ???
For all their years, they are !!!, even if they are not ???
The love, the journeys, the adventures, the good, the bad,
all have created the moments, the memories, the stories
of a Mr. Mom’s efforts to lift them above all that I and we,
their mother and me implanted in their mind, heart and soul.
Has this become answers to the questions ??? I do not know.
I only know, feel their silence, them I never see
As their Mr. Mom, is this what is left for me ???
B. J. “ A ” 2
January 29th 2018
Categories:
implanted, children,
Form:
Free verse
Not even a ballot box can change the word etched
when God has left man to his own independent council
Choice of error has crept into every corner of society
rights have been turned upside down undervaluing natural law
Which in it's content is engraved deeply and implanted for a genuine reason
vices are desires that sickens even demons
Ruling against eternal justice reeks of an awful sinful soul
what is wrong with the world today let us see
They are afraid to speak the truth openly and democratically
instead virtues and morals are fed to the lions
The first victim removing freedom
weighs heavy chains attached anchor dropped
Because of them having very little faith
sinking beneath par they applaud the sinner
removing peace fire breathing with shame and hate
Condemning everything which is good
with twisted malice beastly shaped with doctored views condemned
it will end soon when everyone awakens
from their sorrowful pitied state
Categories:
implanted, abortion, anti bullying, bible,
Form:
Free verse
A mind not filled up is just empty space
I'll decorate mine to stay in life's race
With silly string so I'm not too stoic
And badge of courage to help be heroic
A rainbow of colors when I'm feeling just blue
For my wife, some thick paste to stay stuck on you
A bright red heart to remember to love
Wrapped up in mercy that fits like a glove
A Labrador puppy will teach me affection
A compass implanted to show me direction
Scents that are common so I don't be a fool
And measuring stick to follow the rules
Some mathematical facts to say what is true
A river of patience when I don't have a clue
A funny face clown for acting a ham
And people who love me just as I am
So fill up your mind with whatever your taste
A brain not decorated is such a big waste
Categories:
implanted, emotions, humanity, integrity, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Written October 19, 2023, For Shadow Hamilton, Wild Animal Contest
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I rule in pride, a lion, I am glorious and supreme,
I am the head of land, in my royal zest, sublime.
Oh, what a treat! The zoo gift of food has come,
A fantastic sight in a shiny metal basket scum!
A smorgasbord of goodies poised to be devoured.
By biting and eating, the taste is empowered.
A bonus and edible desserts are on our plates.
Every mouthful is a celebration of auspicious bait.
Monosodium glutamate improves the flavor.
On our plate are various entries, a culinary savor.
But it's not simply food that makes us delighted.
It's the company of my lioness, yelling yet, excited.
A magnificent feast is near her yellow gown.
Creme puff cuffs, optimal for shredding, are brown.
A baseball visor on her head, malice implanted.
Peach icing and a dip are tasty foods granted.
Categories:
implanted, analogy, animal, appreciation,
Form:
Personification