Best Inaugurate Poems
Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you
Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright
Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates
You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates
You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate
Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits
Eh why vote mate?
©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Life, in the cruelty of morning light,
Is a strand of copper blond hair
With auburn roots, asleep on a pillow.
Are you waiting for the snail mail
To bring you the implant
That will explode in your head?
Or will you dedicate your life
To multiplication of garbage that oozed
Into ancestral rivers, lakes and skies?
Will you let blood bubble on the Tigris
Or become a collector of limbs in Grozny,
While I inaugurate a thousand Darfurs?
Will we terrorize freedom in freedom’s name?
Goliath, let us fortify, let us amend,
Or one day David will pelt us with a catapult,
Blood will copiously flow
From our forehead into our eyes,
We will be blinded, unless we already are.
Deep cleansing milk has to be sold by the gallon,
And, of course, Listerine.
the only tree for a thousand miles
gave him welcome if temporary shade
a kaleidoscope of mockingbirds filling its branches
it was no longer possible to be blind
but very possible to be jailed
for being unaware of our surroundings
being that we are panphibians capable of TV
where apathy and turmoil don't mix
wracking our brains for the worst solution
every day since time began again
banding bending binding bonding bundling
mind turned upon itself like minds tend to do
a moth eaten panorama of agonies
everything still broken the breakers unpunished
our narrative not telling anyone anything new
long live the revolution in wisdom
that's my drooling occupational therapy grin
it's gotten me out of more than one derailment
feeling life as a prelude to a guillotine basket
or worse a juggernaut of ambition
now that will immediately inaugurate
a prison epidemic of eyeball rolling
can we escape seeing the unseen
or is it just a bigger cage
don't let the blighters
sell you your own real estate
or discoveries in hysteria research
from the Intergalactic Whats Next Council
acting in accord with the statistics
make it more aerodynamic
everything means something
a tool for every job
daily nightly I try to be less stupid
a simple formula designed for
the sweet gurgling idiot infant within
out cold but still in the game
now you got me laughing
momentarily dazed and surprised
prepare only for the eventual
because what remains tends to
influence what is to come
in a logic both apparent and subtle
not exactly free from ahem connotation
as most doors don't open themselves
meanwhile somewhere back in history
the Dog Clan had trouble finding women
with eight or ten ****
there that opened something up
from the spare parts bin
apparently his bulging eyeballs
were on full creme d'menthe death ray
the universal sense of alarm just went off
wailing it's not all brain chemistry
he spoke many tongues in faucet mode
the ramifications came tumbling out
but often heading in opposite directions
while the oppressive crows circled
where the Wizard parks his wagon
every home from Kansas to Atlantis
instituted a reign of madness
terror and ballroom dancing
I view it as unseemly to use high-sounding language to make an impression.
I perceive it to be ostentatious to marshal words vainglorious in succession.
It is a determinant of consternation, if not constipation, to be so assaulted.
Obsessive practitioners of linguistic pomposity presume they are self-exalted.
Whom [note proper objective case usage] do they fathom they are deceiving?
Do they inaugurate imaginations veined by vanity that I am them believing?
I desire a day when poets dispossess themselves of verbiage of pretension
And with exemplary expediency abandon exotic words they need not mention.
Poets aspiring to perfection should endorse this humble verse unreservedly,
Or have their word-overworked works consigned to anonymity deservedly.
Freedom's Tapestry
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
I will now explain the purpose of "Freedom's Tapestry".
We the people of the United States.
You. Me. All Brothers. All Sisters. All Fathers. All Mothers. Every individual citizen represents the reassurance of freedoms reality.
In order to form a more perfect union.
The edifice of a confederation based upon the dominance of freedoms morality for the Authority and perseverance of the individual municipality.
To establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility.
To inaugurate the forbearance of the magistrate in the intelligence of The duality between the evils of amorality and loves gallantry. To end the disturbance of violence and protect the family and it's serenity.
To provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity.
To wear the Armament of freedoms deterrence, to advance freedoms abundance of sovereignty through self-governance with grace that is guarded with freedoms gravity that stands for all future descendance, that is freedoms nationality.
Do ordain and establish the Constitution for the United States of America.
To anoint and decree the freedom of equality of spirituality, through the inheritance within the essence of Yeshua's sacrifice that is this documents vitality. This is Freedom's audacity, this is the Elegance of freedoms emphasis of quality. That is Freedom's Tapestry.
If i could change the world, I’d eradicate poverty,
By doing away with the lower tax band heavy,
And implementing an increase in the others,
By a very large amount for our richer brothers.
I’d inaugurate a green tax, specifically to all,
Just like income tax, but avoiding the poor wall,
Straight to the home the bill would be sent,
And state “For ecology,” for atmospheres bent.
And I’d train all carers, no matter who they be,
Home care, PAs or care assistants, many to see,
And I’d reinforce in training that there exist some,
Who were developmentally slow, who ask you run.
I’d set absolute privacy laws for computers, tech,
Apart from for criminals who’ve been at the peck,
Who’s footprint would be traceable by a central body,
And disclosable to the police who’d not be shoddy.
Can you elaborate?
When I insinuate,
Or elucidate,
The postulate,
Of the populate ,
To the proclamate,
And indicate,
An approximate,
When to inaugurate,
The officiate,
To delegate,
Or orchestrate,
Us to celebrate
My notebook’s out of pages;
I’m writing on the last.
The time it takes to fill one
Seems to zip by rather fast.
My finished books are in a pile
Replete with all my rhymes,
Reflecting how I felt about
The topics of the times.
I carry ‘round a smaller version
When I’m not at home
So I can always have a place
To jot my daily poem.
Tomorrow I’ll inaugurate
A brand new sheaf of leaves,
Which soon will hold the latest thoughts
My racing mind conceives.
Dear, Mr. Chocolate President-elect...one half chocolate and the other half vanilla smooth.
America can now truly take pride in her name, the great mixing bowl of the world. Were the
descendant of an African immigrant and white female American could become the Forty
fourth President of the USA. One mans dreams once deferred now comes true...Were one
woman’s refusal to get up that lit a fuse.
Where once hatred made some people blow up a church and killed innocent children in
attempt to shatter that dream of equality for all of us. Where once upon a time a black man
would have died, just because of the color of his skin and not the content of his heart. Now
some forty years plus later...we all stand together united as one nation and prepare to
inaugurate our first Chocolate President!
We all now stand proud in knowing we all managed to get through the division that once kept
us so far apart and all have arose to the occasion were we can now truly look past the color
of ones skin and judge each other by the content of what’s in one's heart and words. Lady
Liberty take off your veil that does covers your eyes and take a look at what America has
done! Mr. Constitution take a break, no need for anyone else to debate your words...For
America’s people have spoken and delivered on those very words that were written! All are
created equally and now let freedom ring!
Romans 14:19 KJV "Let us, therefore, follow after the things which make for peace, and things wherewith one may edify another."
The Symbiont Us
Opposing energies magnetize their clustered convictions,
Lastly, amassed intentions remain beyond comprehensions,
Presently, polarized detachments collapse in their face-off,
Ulterior effectiveness spotlights their futile parties,
Action demands prompt communication, trust begins to rise,
Credence anchors individual aspirations to form,
Insights gaining momentum furtherance sparks enthusiasm,
Welcoming yielded principles, sanctions relevant accord,
Restrict naught one's conclusions with a particular outlook,
Narrow points exert pressure amongst willing participants,
Obstructs equitable compromise shadowing a stalemate,
Broaden perspectives enables means for negotiation,
Opportunities will modify one's beholden opinions,
At all times, vast or modest, voice concerns without skepticism,
Participation amidst others will rally the reserved,
Cooperation inaugurate embraced invitations,
Unswervingly, uniting the collective wholeheartedly,
In hindsight, repetitious history craves inferred foresight:
Matured apple-eaters, riped-keepers of the lesser kingdoms,
Furthermore, equanimity midst all that encompasses,
And to that end, understanding, we are resolved, henceforward,
Our prospective generations', producing the greatest
Godsend as Earth's human symbionts ... what I (really) want.
2021 April 03 *NPA: No Party Affiliation - Hawaii/1974 NPP: No Party Preference - California/1976
*2nd Place*
What You Really Want
~~Richard Lamoureux
In a desperate unknown inaugurate of a life.
beyond the interesting heaves of a new grief.
a story begin unheard of and untold of,
the secluded results of which were uphold of,
as the dawn of the new life declared,
a new melody of joy was layered,
that echoed through every corner of life path,
without any notion of harmony tears and wrath,
the unforeseen future of a new couple started to erupt,
as the wedding well dressed deuce abrupt,
dancing and gallivanting around with a tackle,
the twosome hymn the song with a cackle,
they gazed there twinkling eyes to one another with a sparkle,
as they gashed the wedding cake with a triumph of carpal.
Opposing standards is one of Tim’s favourite past times
Not for the sake of difference but to cherish critique
to brush away his take on ignorance searching for his truth
Internalized self-evident and for the sake of future revelation
Creating creativity is far too laborious its
stifling not impulsive enough and stale for it
resembles conscious attempts of spontaneity
Contorting to conformity defeats Tim’s objective
togetherness is fine and so is shaping the world
but pluralism beats boredom and to follow a crowd
Oxymorons in tautological proportions repeated again and
once more affirm vulnerable souls who never put a wrong step in
front of the other as they move happily backward just the same
Conforming consecrating concreting confirming the evens
win far too often when odds are on blowing the norm
Cremating corrupt cretinous crap creates cohesive credentials
Timessa interjects that once every one shapes novel ideas and
follows a different tune in perfect synchronous ‘harmony’ what then
and thereafter but paradigms shift and diversions re-enter the stage
Archetypes polar opposites contradictions disagreements
compliment complementation fashion intricate concoctions
inaugurate new designs and refuse to create devious disarray
Tim decides that Timessa has a linear point yet would rather be a
lonely clairvoyant in the desert than to drown in quick-sands of time
Still he asks his feminine namesake to take a holy vow of communion
Two lovers with their own points of convictions are a miraculous convention
When they come together its everyone’s guess what circumstance and their
genes may result in with the magic flow of a near perfect union bubbling with joy
29th October 2016
When enveloped within her caress
One will have come to master the conception
That blackness isn’t as careless as she seems
Murmuring monotonous nocturnes
To inaugurate safety
And endorse loyalty
Now it is not entirely certain
Whether such knowledge
Is deemed fallacious or authoritative
Though does there exist a plausible reason
For such subjective musings?
Persuade me otherwise
But it began as an accident
Fission of a product of a single incident
With fate sealed, hoped it’ll turn out prudent
I, the aftermath, with a seal sans consent
Then came ululations, in pretense to inaugurate my arrival
Pampered, nursed with velvet hands, my presence was primal
As the days spun backwards, promises turned to fables
Soft nursing hands withdrew, center-stage took squabbles
I thought I’ll be handed a manuscript
Bearing tricks through the life’s loco swift
Lonely and lost in the midst of the Congo jug
Location locus pure plug and chug
With no direction`s aide memoir
And in intermittent demur
Am tapering and wading through the hazy
At times choosing wrong and ending messy
Knee-deep and neck-deep in trouble I wallowed
For the one trick whispered to me and I pillowed
Its never late for fresh start, not stitched to a single road
Under the tidal wave I’ll spring overboard
From mud, I’ll shower clean and I’ll glee
From fortunes shall I not flee
If you see me not ramble
Am not out to gamble
Spiritualists interact
My Dad's Colloquium was arranged at best.
Also, Memorial Hall to inaugurate on his honor
Everything was scheduled and program well set.
I was unaware: Am I entitled to speak in seminar?
I was feeling emotive urge to speak on this occasion.
I was the first to write about his life and works when he was alive.
How could I keep silent on his special recognition?
I volunteered to go for extempore finding no other alternative.
I ventured and spoke so well, I myself was astonished.
Soul of Dad interacted with mine as if I voiced messages of Dad.
Divine tie between me and Dad was instantly established.
Since forty years the facts I forgot, miraculously flashed.
I recollected, I worked shortly in Dad’s Cloud Chamber.
I felt proud enchanted revealing information to rewind,
to see myself as the only one present in the seminar
directly associated with Dad’s work: I was redefined.
10/07/18