Best Impudence Poems
crepitus announces itself annoyed
at my impudence as I climb the stairs
it speaks the language of stop, I don't
flatulence trumpets my presence
luckily no one is hear to breathe deep
another dead language of age
the sounds of decomposition make me smile
for even they can fill a blank page
Categories:
impudence, age, funny,
Form:
Free verse
May 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 60-62
Key Verse – Psalm 62:12 Also unto thee, O Lord, belongeth mercy: for thou renderest to every man according to his work.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR RENDERING TO ME ACCORDING TO MY WORK
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s diligence
Ever regarding my earnest obedience
While forgiving my impudence and impatience
Every time I come to You for Your revival prevalence.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fervency
Ever upholding my faith’s persistency
While correcting my laxity and leniency
Every time I come to You for Your mercy.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s feature
Ever rewarding my service-gesture
While recompensing my sacrifice of submission-posture
Every time I labour through Your strengthening nurture.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s earnestness
Ever blessing my steadfastness
While attending to my performance along faithfulness
Every time I depend on You for Your helpfulness.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s commitment
Ever equipping my involvement
While enabling my dedication’s achievement
Every time I trust You for Your encouragement.
Thank You for rendering to me according to my work’s fruit-bearing
Ever satisfying my productiveness’ rearing
While increasing my soulwinning harvest with love’s caring
Every time I beseech You for Your gearing.
May 12, 2022
Categories:
impudence, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
I would be the pen* in the sovereign Author’s hand
Communicating what He has perfectly planned
Along righteous command of virtuous demand
Toward gracious life that is bountifully grand.
Honoured am I to be gripped with supreme prudence
Exposing heavenly wisdom’s iridescence
Expounding truth of verities’ precious essence
Against the attacks of skeptical impudence.
With prevailing love, mercy and peace as my ink
I can inspire hearts to care as minds of kindness think
Moving commitment beyond dedication brink
Propelling compassion for selfishness to shrink.
As the pen bearing the great Creator’s trademark
I yield to His fingers for miraculous spark
So poems can shine midst nooks in souls hopelessly dark
Drawing them nigh to the Lord and to His voice*, hark.
*Psalm 45:1 My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
June 15, 2020
7th place, "Non Human" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 6/16/2020.
Categories:
impudence, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Personification
SHOULD I WOW YOU
Should I essay to wow you I trow
That my words shall be honest I vow
No mere rhymes such as ‘How now brown cow’
But an aesthetic furrow I’ll plough
Then I’ll speak my lines if you’ll allow
As we sit in cool shade neath a bough
And you fan gentle breeze on my brow
While empyrean scene I endow
For my impudence I should kowtow
Now please pardon my lack of knowhow
If I press my attention e’en now
You’d be right to say ‘Basta! and chao!’
But I’ll try one more time anyhow
Just dream that you are in Curaçao
Or on tropical sea in a dhow
**********
And then wake up in Slough. Holy wow!
21 August 2019
Categories:
impudence, humorous,
Form:
Monorhyme
I
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Bravely facing adversity, bitter impudence,
Betraying the lie when punishment comes
Displaying the will to rise above your peers
And face losing cherished family and friends.
II
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
In battle, among the most valiant of men,
Looking death in the eye without flinching
Sometimes losing your life or your limb
Modestly receiving rewards and accolades.
III
Courage, O, you most prized of virtues,
Standing for what is right and good
When all about you have folded in defeat
To have the courage of your convictions
To stand tall and be a spokesman for truth.
written June 25, 2021
Categories:
impudence, courage, truth,
Form:
Ode
Inside the fierce beast, beats the heart of a king
No challengers come forth to contest his throne
Leisurely days spent dreaming of his pride
Ingesting meat taken down by his females
Knowing his reign ends when age betrays
Enjoying his vigor as he awaits that fate
Another, younger male, comes to call
Lying in wait while the females are serviced
Inhaling the scent of the pride in heat
Only caution stays his hunger and power
Not so when the mighty male is exhausted
Out of the bushes he rushes the fatigued king
Ultimate victory assured as challenge roars out
Though winded, the pride male answers swiftly
Like boxers they circle, searching for weakness
Incensed at the impudence, the elder attacks
Keen reflexes, the challenger moves like a ghost
Engaging the king with teeth, claws and fury
A fatal mistake, now the old king lays wounded
Limping away, weak from blood loss and pain
Already he dreams of the death that approaches
Maybe his time is over, but another will come
Behind him, the new king begins his reign
Categories:
impudence, allegory, animals, imagination, life,
Form:
Acrostic
These times are near their totality
It is not because of man’s impudence
It is not of man’s desire for change
It is just time, and time…
For the will of time’s maker
A time for newness
An epoch for a re-Earth
Time for reconciliation
An era of restoration of Eden
Time for oneness of purpose
Time for a new world system
And a new social order
A Time according to His promise
And In this Time,
Uprightness is to reside
...and
Mourning dew’s teardrops will dry
...and
Floras shattered spines will straighten
...and
Our mental tempests will dissipate
...and
The arid regions of our hearts will bloom
I hope to see you there...
Categories:
impudence, allegory, faith, inspirational, places,
Form:
Free verse
A fly and ant, upon a sunny bank,
Discuss'd the question of their rank.
'O Jupiter!' the former said,
'Can love of self so turn the head,
That one so mean and crawling,
And of so low a calling,
To boast equality shall dare
With me, the daughter of the air?
In palaces I am a guest,
And even at thy glorious feast.
Whene'er the people that adore thee
May immolate for thee a bullock,
I'm sure to taste the meat before thee.
Meanwhile this starveling, in her hillock,
Is living on some bit of straw
Which she has labour'd home to draw.
But tell me now, my little thing,
Do you camp ever on a king,
An emperor, or lady?
I do, and have full many a play-day
On fairest bosom of the fair,
And sport myself upon her hair.
Come now, my hearty, rack your brain
To make a case about your grain.'
'Well, have you done?' replied the ant.
'You enter palaces, I grant,
And for it get right soundly cursed.
Of sacrifices, rich and fat,
Your taste, quite likely, is the first;--
Are they the better off for that?
You enter with the holy train;
So enters many a wretch profane.
On heads of kings and asses you may squat;
Deny your vaunting I will not;
But well such impudence, I know,
Provokes a sometimes fatal blow.
The name in which your vanity delights
Is own'd as well by parasites,
And spies that die by ropes--as you soon will
By famine or by ague-chill,
When Phoebus goes to cheer
The other hemisphere,--
The very time to me most dear.
Not forced abroad to go
Through wind, and rain, and snow,
My summer's work I then enjoy,
And happily my mind employ,
From care by care exempted.
By which this truth I leave to you,
That by two sorts of glory we are tempted,
The false one and the true.
Work waits, time flies; adieu:--
This gabble does not fill
My granary or till.'
Jean de La Fontaine. Translated From French By Elizur Wright 1882.
Categories:
impudence, adventure,
Form:
Can you comprehend the surveillance?
Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation
Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll
Your existence in cadence with its animation
Answers painted upon the walls of elucidation
Yet enveloped within a sadistic façade
If only mortification was your apparatus
Feasible would be your liberation
To fracture your damnation of kismet
Your oblivious disposition maintains insurance
Of my authentic ipseity concealment
Penetration of veracity remains abeyant
You confine my chassis to a line
An unhindered, forward faced, entity
Blasphemy, impudence, and your curse
Liquescent, manumitted, and your marquis
Flashbacks of lifetimes past, occurred moments ago
Destiny of a soul, iota of my jest
Your obstinate and averse species
Enslaved to stigmas of my amusement
My merited eponyms you endow to others
Fate, karma, spirit, soul mate, life and death
All components, all puppets in my phenomenon
For I am the Master Puppeteer, I am Time
Categories:
impudence, adventure, allegory, betrayal, character,
Form:
Free verse
This song is about nothing
You might as well stop reading
Coz you won’t miss a thing
This song can never be serious
But you are all curious
Coz you want to hear what I’m gonna say next
But if you take it in whatever context
Nothing is still gonna be nothing
No rhythm, no rhyme
Just a waste of time
I make the rhymes as I go along
Coz like I said this is my nothing song
If I were you I would press the next button
Pack my bags and gladly move on
But you wanna hear how the song unfolds
You wanna hear all the untolds
You wanna hear how the song ends
Trying to make sense out of nonsense
How can you describe nothing?
The absence of everything?
No light, no air, no sound, smell or taste?
Something that is void of any being?
Something intangible? Something invisible?
Zero, zip zilch? Nil, null or naught?
A non-entity? A nobody?
Is it possible to listen to nothing?
I don’t think so
Does nothing exist?
Maybe yes and maybe no
Without knowing it I have created a flow
Can you believe you sat there and read nothing?
You might be angry by now
The song might even sound silly
But I haven’t said anything
Because this song is about nothing
Nothing can never be something
But this something has come from nothing
This song is about nothing
Not about a country wounded with sorrow
Baffled by bruised egos of youth with no tomorrow
I will not mention the lunacy of any leaders
The madness that envelopes the populace
The impudence of the police
And all known worldly evils
When hunger creeps in
Blame big brother
When poverty hits
Blame big brother
When wars ravage
Blame big brother
When corruption strikes
Blame big brother
When disease looms
Blame big brother
Dear reader, I don’t know what to say
So I will say nothing
There you go
You must be mad
Thinking I’m a big fool
And my song ain’t cool
But I told you this is a nothing song
If you don’t believe me
Go back to the very first line
Or read the poem again
And get the idea
In my mind there is nothing
In my heart there is nothing
By my side there is nothing
And this is my nothing song
Categories:
impudence, africa, corruption, humorous, international,
Form:
Light Verse
Public Back Stabber
You gave me life and breath, Yes thank you,
You feed me and house me, Yes thank you,
You educated me and tutored me, Ye thank you,
You loved me as some hated me,Yes thank you,
You smiled at me as they scowled, Yes thank you,
You treated me as they shown me back,Yes thank you,
You gave me joy as they rob it, Yes thank you,
You aligned me when i disarranged my poles, Yes thank you,
You tossed me when i was thirsty, Yes thank you.
But...!
Was that an authentication to stab me? No i don't think so!
Was that a sacrament to tarnish me? No thank you,
Was that sauciness to serve yourself with sauce of brag? No i don't think so!
Was it a rubric to talk ill of me? No thank you,
Was it an impudence to majestic-ate yourself to me? No i don't think so!
Was it an intrepidity to maul me down from those i love? No thank you,
Was it an ordinance for you to grill me to thrash? No thank you
A clone of stout backstabber stamped itself from you,
Let your giventh left hand not seen by your receiventh right hand,
Stop backstabbing me!
Categories:
impudence, anger, betrayal, feelings, inspiration,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Darkness in the world suffocates and prevails
I retrieve plaintively The Canterbury’s Tales
Begin my own pilgrimage to the land of kings and knights
When there were other meanings to the word heights
To the time of true chivalry not outrageous impudence
To the time of faith, nobility and reticence
To the time when audacity was more than just a software
To the time when allegiance wasn’t a singular affair
Knights of the Round Table heralded their pledge and prowess
To their fellow men, they bestowed justice and largess
Well, such were the tales of true homage and humanity
Before the human race was destroyed by the caltrops of vanity
Along the path of my journey, I became aware of one truth
It’s our own Renaissance that should be sought by our youth…
Categories:
impudence, life, loss, people, satire,
Form:
Couplet
Wondrously divine in its transcendence
God’s love* affirms kindness of providence
Radiating tender mercy’s resplendence
Defying any counter evidence….
My heart does claim with grateful confidence.
Marked by compassionate condescendence
Christ’s love is offered with heaven’s credence
Midst His sacrifice against impudence
Asserting biblical jurisprudence…
My faith accepts along praise-filled prudence.
Wrought with sovereign superintendence
The Lord’s love marches through grace-incidence
Redeeming those in sin-guilt despondence
Pardoning them from confessed decadence…
My soul receives midst earnest dependence.
Blest to grant everlasting residence
Saviour’s love gives hope of trust’s precedence
From hell’s eternal evil dissidence
Imputing righteousness with peace cadence…
My life owns against selfish diffidence.
*1John 4:9 In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him.
January 21, 2022
2nd place "This or That, Vol 9; Title Chosen: Transcendence" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 1/25/2022.
Categories:
impudence, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Monorhyme
(for: Anita, a belle near Lagos campus)
shyly she smiles
her ever-floating smiles
wrecking the reason
out of the land;
impudence accompanies
her to all the hills –
sitting like an old goddess
of harvest & healing
she looks so calm
this angel of the city –
is she an angel of fertility
or the patron of virgins?
wisdom kicks on the faces
of old humanity;
& now she smiles away
with her heroic deeds
a queen of many misdeeds!
Categories:
impudence, parodyold, angel, angel, old,
Form:
Free verse
There is no accidental meeting…
Between kindred souls
For your fate is made, as surely is time fleeting
And no more stranger than quasars and black holes
It’s all preordained in some grand cosmic way
Beyond mortal bounds or human control
The people you meet, what you do or say
Is not managed by you…e’en in part or in whole
Though you might think differently in the course of the day
That you’re making the rules…writing your own roles
The Gods laugh their asses off and to each other say:
“What impudence: to think that they set their own goals!”
For it’s Fate, Kismet, and Karma, that in the end sets the way
For those “accidental meetings, between kindred souls”
Categories:
impudence, introspection, philosophy, , fate,
Form:
Prose Poetry