Best Imposition Poems
A is for Antenna
A is for Antenna, the two-in-one, receiving in and transmitting away.
B is for Broadband, to fire away on the high speed digital highway.
C is for Current, what a beauty, it is all but free- electron- flow.
D is for decibel, not the horrible, but a logarithmic unit and a ratio.
E is for Electrons, the teeny weeny charged particles, so light
F is for Fibre, or simply glass that passes streams of bits as light.
G is for Gain, could also mean loss, a measure of what’s in and what’s out.
H is for Harmonics, often unwanted multiples that are up and about.
I is for Ionosphere, the upper reaches of appreciable ionization
J is for Jitter, Who wants this unwanted, random fluctuation
K is for Klystron, just a tube which, in the microwave range, oscillates
L is for Limiter, thank God, the input to a system , it limits.
M is for Modulation, a wave-on -wave super imposition
N is for Noise, the hated disturbances due to heat’s action
O is for Oscillators, they are from low to ultra high frequency
P is for Pulse, not of the heartbeat, but a quick shot of energy.
Q is for Quartz, the stabilizer that is piezo-electric
R is for Regeneration, recuperating-the- sick- signal- trick.
S is for Semiconductors, not semi-precious, but indispensable
T is for Transmission, making communication finally possible,
U is for Unlimited Plans, the veritable godsend for the customer
V is for Voltage, the difference of potentials, one should remember.
W is for Waves, electromagnetic waves not the ones in the ocean,
X is for X-rays, against which the engineer should exercise caution
Y is for Yagi, it’s only an antenna, not a yogi or a tribal totem
Z is for Zirconium, hungry for neutrons in the context of atom.
That puts in a nutshell the revolution
Of electronics and communication.
02 Mar 2013
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: Cyndi Macmillan’s “ Z is for Zaria-ABC poetry” contest.
Categories:
imposition, science,
Form:
ABC
Shadow Play
While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania
Jung after killing the father figure sits with and under shadows
gathers the zenith of clouds rays collects collective conscience
unconsciousness retrieves ancient symbols propagates mythical
archetypes to archetypical conclusions reflects tainted sunshine
He forges gently I surmise poles and vaults of contradictions
opposites polar juxtapositions seemingly un-mutual mysteries
and ponders light and darkness tearing torn apart thus healing
in the complementing contrast of void change completeness
Where Freud posits polymorph perversity bit by sexual bitter
sweet bit in a bid for so called science of mind over matter Jung
morphs perpetual change crafted and cast through a different
lens admits to poetic licence narration oral traditions and growth
******** in mind not of the ***** castrated in fear not envious of
phallic dominance over clitoral defence wombs groomed entombed
by guilt transgression sexual submission shallow **** oral penile
ossification of flaccid resurrection Jung begs and offers to differ
In complex incomplete never-ending search a path from change to
change and beyond dialectical synthesis played enacted in parallel
processes and progressive psychological drama of a different kind
he much kinder more reflective less regressive and adventurous
Lets shadows erect and paint play dance reflect and move on
16th August
Categories:
imposition, courage,
Form:
Free verse
Hello there Mr Robot
You might remember me
I was the human poet
Who invited you to tea
If not an imposition
A favour could I ask?
When you read this little ditty
I request of you a task..
It might be several years
From when I pen this little note
A few of us predicted
And I know we should not gloat
That humans might expire in time
So our world can breathe, remain
A cycle of perfection
Might revolve to start again
So here is my position
If I may just be so bold
After the inquisition
Plus all warnings we were told
As you wander through the valleys
And the luscious pastures green
Please appreciate this Eden
As for humans, could have been
A perfect slice of heaven
Lest we curbed our selfish ways
So this future you were handed
As we vanished in a haze;
Perhaps you'll write a poem
To appreciate it all
No human eye critiquing
For we surely dropped the ball
I just ask you'll care and nurture
Be a steward, more than man
For I pray you'll have a spirit
Although dressed up in a can
Categories:
imposition, appreciation, future,
Form:
Rhyme
I love my nation!
With all my heart I love this land
I’d die for all what it stands for
Hypocrisy and two-facedness
Inhumanity and corruption
What a sweet and wonderful song to sing?
I love my country
Kenya
I know all my fellow countrymen and countywomen
Will say the same
This nation is an oasis of damnation
Full of extortion and oppression
Ohhhh I love it with all my intuitions
What an imposition to shoulder
I love my country
Kenya
New storming and infiltration every moonlight
Deaths are common like cars
How I love my country
KENYA
Categories:
imposition, anger, sad love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
“Wind Song”
When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with them
all their
flotsam and jetsam
leaves ferrying Black Ravens carried on
Brook babbling
listened to the birds scrabbling
singing -
“I am the one!"
"I am the one!”
Fed them bread and thanksgiving
Fat and feathered their over fed pride sung
Red Robin turned with the Wind,
flew red currents away from the Aviary in full swing
Spreading wings, riding on their Wind Song
She sings She sings
(Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018)
"Home is where your story begins."- Unknown
1. Levy
impose (a tax, fee, or fine).
"a tax of two per cent was levied on all cargoes"
synonyms: impose, charge, exact, demand, raise, collect, gather; More
archaic
enlist (someone) for military service.
"he sought to levy one man from each vill for service"
noun
an act of levying a tax, fee, or fine.
"police forces receive 49 per cent of their funding via a levy on the rates"
synonyms: tax, tariff, toll, excise, duty, fee, imposition, impost, exaction, assessment, tithe, payment; More
historical
an act of enlisting troops.
"Edward I and Edward II had made substantial use of the feudal levy for raising an army"
2. Levee
an embankment built to prevent the overflow of a river.
a ridge of sediment deposited naturally alongside a river by overflowing water.
a landing place; a quay.
Categories:
imposition, family, flying, freedom, home,
Form:
Free verse
Give me that old time religion the way that it used to be,
Not that I’m looking to burn a witch or cast her into the sea.
Back in the day when praising the Lord was not an imposition,
But not so far back in time like during the Spanish Inquisition.
Just far enough back that Christ was why the world was made,
But not as far as when we killed non-believers while on crusade.
Just back in the good old days when everyone dressed so nice,
Neighbors might miss church once but wouldn’t dare miss it twice.
Back when scientists were our friends and not enemies to God,
Except for Galileo, the church never need spare the rod.
I’d like to see the world go back to when people knew their places,
But not so far back in time that people were separated by their races.
Back when hearing the sermon given was the center of God’s plan,
But after it was alright to be delivered by someone other than a man.
The more that I think of it, maybe we just haven’t gotten that far yet,
And aiming for a future old time religion should be our new target.
We should advance the cause of Christ and feel free to question and discuss,
And someday someone will look back in time and wish that they were us.
Categories:
imposition, religion, world, old, people,
Form:
Light Verse
She had a gothic heart,
predictability and tamming tranquility were her counterparts,
she felt pain as gain,
peace was nettlesome and purposeless,
an abomination that careless civilization is undeserving of,
life is best consumed in confrontation,
within her magnificent mind God's value gravitated toward the power of volatility,
instability as instinct,
truth is permenance in transition,
Victoria believed that divinity as a mystery unsolved is more exhilerating
than explication or epiphany leading to the extinction
of curiosity's reign,
Victoria knew that law and politics are nothing more than an imposition
by the few heaved upon the many,a yoke of oppressive genius,
Victoria, a child of love betrayed,a woman of courage displayed
thought toughly & tenderly about the potential of mercy,
an enviable Empress,
compassion and kindness were complimentary components
to her dangerous disposition as hawkish talons
may be employed for feeding of fighting,
she developed into a clandestine warrior of natural necessity,
this world would either waste her
or she would wound the witnessed wickedness,
there was no harmony to be hankered for,life is a war of wills & wits,
espionage,diplomacy,truces,tributes and trounces always in the making,
Victoria loved God like a woman loves the anguish of pregnancy,
Victoria had a passion and a pity
for the Creator responsible for her awakening -
J.A.B.
Categories:
imposition, passion, woman,
Form:
Ode
Remembering Old-Time Telephone Service
By Elton Camp
Only a few decades ago, the wireless telephones that have become so much a part of our lives were inconceivable and remained so until the advent of Star Trek in the 1960s. Seeing the crew of the Enteprise in easy, constant contact struck a responsive cord in the public mind. Nevertheless, few of us even imagined that similar technology would become readily available to individuals in our lifetimes.
Outside of towns, telephones were not at all common in private homes. When I was a child in the 1940s, not a house in our immediate community had a telephone. We all used the one at the crossroads grocery store. It paid the phone company to run a line only because Gilley’s Store was on the main road between two fair-sized cities. The more scattered rural areas had no phone lines and thus service was unavailable.
In 1951, when I was in the sixth grade, we finally got a telephone. It was on an eight party line with all eight homes receiving the ring whenever any house in the group got a call. The rings were coded: one through four long rings and one through four short rings. All calls “rang in” at every house, even if it was midnight or early morning.
Zero privacy could be expected on calls. Distinct clicks announced pick-ups by multiple eavesdroppers. The practice was called “listening in.” Actually, nobody seemed to particularly mind as long as the listeners refrained from commenting on the conversation.
Many of our neighbors didn’t have a phone at all. They came to ask to use ours. Even worse, their incoming calls sometimes came to us. “Can I speak to Ronald,” the caller asked. Ronald lived three houses away. Yet, we were expected to go get him while the caller waited. By current standards, that sounds like an outrageous imposition, but nobody objected. People were more inclined to help each other in those days.
Older folks tend to long for the “good old days,” but I think few would want to go back to that type of telephone service.
Categories:
imposition, history, house, house,
Form:
My Heart Bleeds Red, and I Think Yours Beats Blue.
Living together as Neighbors with a White Picket Fence between, Since Our Kids were in Kindergarten, Now they have families of their own, and have Left the Nest.
It Never Bothered Me, because You Were always Reasonable, Till Now.
I Guess it’s Hard Seeing Clearly from the Other Side of the Divide?
We Once ate Dinners, Celebrated 4th of July Barbeques’, and Childhood Milestones and Achievements together,
Now Not So Much.
I Wonder What Has Changed?
It seems like Yesterday when We ate Thanksgiving Together, if Only For the Kids.
I See you both Tending to the Beautiful Rose Bushes in the Backyard, but almost Feel like it Would Be an Imposition To Simply Say Hello.
I Hope that the Cracks, or Crevices, discovered through the passage of time Will Soon Mend, For We Miss Our Friends.
I Never Knew the Changes that Could Come About Over the Process of One Four-Year Period?
When the Term is Over, and the Walls Taken Down, I Wonder If We Can Get Back There?
When Red Was Simply Red, and Blue Was Still Blue, But We Were Both OK With That, and Were Neighbors Anyway.
Friends Who Loved, Laughed, and Cried Together Through the Years.
Till That Day, I’ll Hold Those Fond Memories Close.
Sincerely,
A Guy in A Red Shirt, With a Blue Heart
Author Paul Cumberbatch (July 24th, 2020)
Categories:
imposition, america, forgiveness, friendship, i
Form:
Free verse
A racist white man’s vehicle broke down
in the middle
of the blackest pride side of Motown
He scratched his red neck double chin
in Appalachian drawl dismay;
perplexed at having a little Aryan problem
of not being “Black Tie Members” insurance covered,
to get his big, blanco Hemi pickup
towed away
It was hot as an Alabama cotton-picking afternoon
this particular Detroit July morning
He didn’t wanna have to call his best buddy,
Billy Bob for help,
and end up paying double the repair cost ...
Plus getting cussed out
for not not having no beer for a frosty suds favor situation
Fortunately, a kind Haitian couple, and their Fu Manchu
mustached Mexican friend stopped ...
and Good Samaritan darkie-style helped him out
Ricky Joe talked weather and sports ... friendly small talk,
but mostly he was pew quiet as a mouse in his church
When time came to part ways, and Ricky Joe had to thank them
with thick, German chocolate gratitude ...
he nearly fainted from melanin love exhaustion
Some neapolitan rumors said
he had a merry blackberry charity heat stroke
This darkly faint imposition caused Ricky Joe
to be brought to the nearest minority renown hospital,
by way of a Sikh-owned ambulance,
in critical condition
The attending nurse was a graduate school native Indian guy
A nice, Asian lady doctor hands-on treated Ricky Joe,
but the shock was too much for his mind to Jim Crow
RJ had a cardio meltdown: blown gastric Slim Jim,
when he opened his eyes and saw her smiling at him ...
Cardiac arrest Manila handcuffed his chest,
as he tried to stifle the fear his Hillbilly best
RJ had a Very Vanilla short recovery stay:
He was carried out in a black hearse,
driven by an Arab fella, urban rumors say
Categories:
imposition, humorous, parody, racism, wisdom,
Form:
Light Verse
No light shines when is always dark
No smile from end to start
No hope to be gently touched
From inside this hopeless heart
Fingers on the white bland walls
Washing away all the tears that do fall
Life is a map with no point or compass
Driving blind, the suffering is to be unkind
You painted me with so much color
Your eyes are dead yet you have the vision
Of passion, of love, of vivre free from a mindless prison
Tiss I who can not feel, such an imposition
Blindness has many shades of grey
I wear umbrellas
Wishing for a brighter day
Sadly the blindness is here to stay
Categories:
imposition, books, emotions, grief, life,
Form:
Free verse
Of all the things I learned in School
Empire was the thing that most touched me
At first I was seduced by stories being told
Of how great the British empire used to be .
Then I started reading, Doing my research
Pretty soon my feelings began to change
To rule another people by the imposition of your will
To me began to feel a little strange .
I think it was the moment I read of Boudica
and the rising of her small Iceni tribe
Revolting against oppression , Rape and cruelty
Despite paying every Roman tax and bribe.
I understood her feeling,
I know I would feel the same
Revulsion and revenge
Would soon replace the shame .
I don't understand your culture
So you must submit to mine
That is what empire building
Brought to a child's mind.
greed and acquisition
Driving the ambition of small minded fools
Who will rule by imposition
Those who would not be ruled.
These things I told my teacher
As I put my history books away
My feelings about empire
Remain the same today.
Categories:
imposition, student,
Form:
Verse
prosaic prologues bewitch
feeble minded scribe doth undertakes
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone
for goodness sake
echoing across,
a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,
clapped closed winter season didst make
physical environment lachrymose
analogous to imp pond durable dark lake
where sits inside secluded hut,
this fledgling author named Jake
a former cub (scout) at a loss
to string together an aria
tomb other nature and NOT FAKE,
sepulchral paeon to divine Gaea, Mother Earth
especially incorporating
mutisyllabic (sesquipedalian) words,
which exertion
on par with giving birth
(or so I guess),
a particularly heavily pregnant laden dearth
of help mates, doubling demonstrably
deadly duty devoid of mirth
totally tubular taxing toll,
an essentially unbearable
effort with bulging girth
whereat digestion consumes
latent mental ambition,
especially toasty warm near the hearth
which hitherto unknown to any reader
twas Xmas fabrication and fiction
no crime committed, nor animals harmed
in the making of diction
aery necessary entrapping unsuspecting intellect
to comprehend somber benediction
unless perchance one lone wolf
bait Oven English Major
with Westernization
topped off with a European
debunaire suave acculturation
even luckier if hypothetical personage
dips daintily into forays epicurean,
though careful,
and alert since church fathers
would frown on parsonage
whose natural born ardor,
a spiritual abduction
stealing austerity, complacency, and objection
toward forced irrational schemas
averse to abnegation
unfair imposition
to foist upon pruriant predilection
also impossible
to sequester arbitrary animal urges,
punishing call of the wild,
sowing seeds a beastial accusation
considered averse,
then imposition contrition!
Categories:
imposition, assonance, autumn, creation, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
I am a whisper
I am a warning
I am the Man in the Moon
I am a secret
I am a sinner
I am an ominous tune
I am a flicker
I am a failure
I am an unrealized dream
I am a poet
I am a patient
I am a suppressed scream
I am a burden
I am a bystander
I am a felonious battle
I am quiver
I am quandary
I am a curt death rattle
I am a mirage
I am a mantis
I am a silent imposition
I am a shadow
I am a shortcoming
I am a glaring omission
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Categories:
imposition, crazy, dark, depression, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
The air encapsulating sound
extremes, while vision gathering quites down
and carries with it stillness to surround.
Does channel imposition to dismay,
the sound, my enemy thus often in convey
sounds first ~ I hide discretely out of way!
Would escalate by choice or lessen ground,
the stance I take, my hearing so abound,
by reason decimates my hostile round!
Repeating hurt, the syndrome so applied,
as deaf to spacious loitering's retried
seek truth and justice' answer in confide!
Sound implements my virtue, or derides ~
so quiet is . . . . the instrument I chide!
Categories:
imposition, sound, spoken word,
Form:
Monorhyme