Best Inc Poems
It is well known
that the intelligence is artificial
and the weeping robot cannot weep.
It is less well known
that it will be quietly sold
as feeling and sorrowful and human.
Divinity of grand design
steps forward to fashion a void
that only divinity can fill.
God and gods
now generate the sentient being,
it will serve them forever.
God with gods
throw money at the druids,
they will engineer their eternity.
God of gods
commands light and life,
divinity falls upon its own.
Sing your mournful, robotic song,
shed devious tears,
you know you’re not a real boy.
I do not care
for the tragic blade runner
and I will never be moved.
Dry your tears, fondly deceived,
and dry his tears, surreal, not real,
I will die beyond him.
Proudly A.I.-unassisted
14th May 2019
Categories:
inc, technology,
Form:
Free verse
They call me the Cheshire Cat, that's my name.
A creation straight out of Lewis Carroll's brain.
I live in a in land of wonder you see,
and store plenty of tricks up my sleeve.
I'm a feline that can grin from ear to ear.
I can also make parts of my body disappear.
I am in love with irony and all its complications.
I adore philosophy and erratic explanations.
Speaking in metaphors, that's my intricate specialty.
I'm not insane, I just live in a different reality.
A reality that fulfills my immortal amusement.
A world where I demonstrate my brash imprudence.
Wonderland's espionage is a good title for me,
eavesdropping on all there is, nestled in my tree.
SHHHHH! I see a young girl approaching, she is coming closer.
She looks alone and lost ......I wonder??
Curiosity can't kill this cat or make me fall
I am a bit mad, I dare say, but aren't we all.
Categories:
inc, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I am the Hatter who is mad, they say.
Gone around the bend in every way.
A loon of the sorts who adores riddles and tea,
drowning in a land of ecstasy.
Come with me now! And please don’t fret!
I’ll show you wonders you will never forget!
I’ll show you heaven, hell and everything in between,
the moon, stars, spiraling galaxies!
A magical realm where nothing is what it seems,
rabbits in waistcoats and a viscous red queen.
My home has an abundance of enchanting food and drink,
when consumed it could make you grow tall or shrink.
I am the the mascot of this terrain.
Everyone knows me by my name.
So, let’s go and take my hand,
to a place that Alice called Wonderland!
Categories:
inc, children, cool, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Lend me your ears and listen to my tale
about a demon named Krampus who resides in hell.
He makes an appearance on Christmas night
Free from Satan’s chains, ready to take flight
If you have been naughty this year causing malice and destruction,
Then there is a good chance you will meet his introduction.
A beastly goat figure donning a heavy robe,
Chains and bells attached to his wardrobe.
He keeps a list just like Saint Nick
The names of putrid children that he will pick.
Categories:
inc, holiday, horror,
Form:
Rhyme
Monsters Inc.
Big BaBoo.
Big BaBoo is big
Though sightings very rare,
His diet is household dust
He lives below our stairs.
I liked my Big BaBoo
I hear him every night,
All those creaks and bumps
I’m sure he is a sight.
Up high upon his tiptoes
Prowling round our house,
Hiding in dark cupboards
Frightening a mouse.
I pull the covers high
As I stare beneath the door,
I swear I hear him breathing
Then I hear no more.
It was Granddad who first told me,
That he lived inside our home
He said “Every house has got one
They need someplace to roam.”
“They are big and oh so hairy,
Seven foot tall I swear,
Really very cuddly
Just like your Teddy Bear.”
“I doubt you’ll ever see one,
Some try with all their might,
But they really are elusive
And just come out at night.”
“But if you’re ever lucky
You would not get a fright
Because they’re always happy
And smile with all their might.”
“They really are so jolly
In fact they’re filled with glee,
Never cause no trouble
They are as harmless as can be.”
“But remember it’s a secret
So don’t you make him sad,
Buy telling anyone
Especially Mum and Dad.”
So at night I listen,
Yes that is what I do
I am no longer frightened
I love my Big BaBoo.
Our room has lost its nightlight
I don’t need it I am told,
Yes I am a big boy now
I’m nearly six years old.
A secret is a secret
I suppose I should not tell,
But I glance across at Bobby
And know that all’s not well.
I wonder oh I wonder
If I should tell big brother,
Who is shaking like a leaf
Beneath the quilt and cover!
Categories:
inc, childhood
Form:
Rhyme
Part 1
The straggle into the board room, as usual was a bore
Idly quoting poets long dead, only this and nothing more
Howled when we learned TGIF fridays were forever gones
Terrible gnashing of teeth, moaning as we fanned bygones
Shouts of poets rebelling, tweeting, only this for evermore
Part 2
The question was asked how to whitewash this poetry threat
Perhaps fly them to the Zanzibar Meet on the corporate jet
Hoping they would argue ad infnitum over poor Carrol's license
And no one, not even the ceo, would notice their absence
Only this we ask and nothing more, just leave the corporate pet.
Part 3
After hours of arguing themselves silly,
Paid careful attention to Recuerdo by Milly
An Edna Saint reading that is, that brought tears
And wiped away those petty, bourgeois fears,
Even returning the pet, saying goodbye to pissiness.
Categories:
inc, fantasy, poems, poetry, satire,
Form:
Limerick
Austrian princess taken from her home,
stripped of everything that she ever known.
Her mother arranged a political marriage,
sending her to France with a horse and carriage
Off to Versailles to meet her destiny,
To take the Dauphin's hand in matrimony.
At the age of nineteen she was crowned queen,
too young to reign, too clueless and naive.
A lonely queen by the name of Antoinette,
also referred to as Madame Deficit.
She spent money careless and haphazardly,
while the people of France were starved and hungry.
Attending masked balls, donning lavish gowns.
Flaunting her way through the Parisian crowds.
Her neck always dripped rare jewels and expensive diamonds.
Posh pastries and champagne consumed with no stipend.
The tax on grain to make bread was outlandish.
The people of France were malnourished and ravenous.
"We are dying from hunger, please help us!" they pleaded.
They felt forsaken, robbed and cheated.
"Let them eat cake!" was the queen's supposed reply.
Perched on her throne with hair ten feet high.
She paid no mind, she kept expending,
Oblivious to what was really happening.
Desperate were the French, so they started a revolution,
holding her prisoner, creating their own constitution.
She was put on trial and the jury found her guilty.
The sentence was death, the maximum penalty.
Some say she was a victim of circumstance.
A political pawn, she never stood a chance.
Her fate was met that day, with the guillotine,
becoming just another tragic figure of history.
Categories:
inc, history,
Form:
Rhyme
Country Inc.
We're not as backward as you may think
we're citizens of The Country Inc.
the mission statement, our purpose stated
is not that we're all made equated -
It's more that this quarter's statement's due
filch off the many, to pocket the few
The ad campaign's already produced
lie lines written and on the loose
You fool ninety percent all the damn time
and they don't believe that it's a crime
How cool is that!, how cool you ask?
is a topped-up Ponsi so hard to grasp?
Our constitution's shape, a pyramid
reminding the point is unwarranted
The pointed top, they say is sharp,
sharpest guys in the room they'll say
Keep excavating the base's strength
and it'll invert over the other way
Toys are things and people are people
who has the most of each, says a lot
about what a person values as equal
what's yours is mine, no matter what's got
if it ain't now, we'll make it legal
wink 'n' whisper 'n' don't get caught
bye-bye freedoms bought by our by-laws
in micro-pica font for fine-printed clause
corporations are people and people The Country
we all know, that it's all for the money
and money after all is what we're here for
scraping and clawing in this capital war
so damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead
fodder citizens and soldiers so easily bled
of riches hard-earned, their hard-work toiled
for the few, the chosen, their soft hands unspoiled
not calloused yet callous in daily demeanor
easy to take the whole Country to the cleaners
I'll swear to you that economy is paramount
stuffed into clandestine offshore accounts
but business is business no need for rancor
vocationing as a Wall Street investment banker
and take what's there pinched by legality
incorporated into our capitalism's reality
© Goode Guy 2013-05-21
Categories:
inc, corruption, introspection, political, satire,
Form:
Couplet
A man stands behind a podium and microphone,
words comes through speakers of static.
His lips propel the stagnate tone,
standing poised, confident and charismatic.
He holds conviction through his behavior,
his speech are the people's gospel.
He is the way, the truth, their savior,
a modern day philosophical apostle.
Beneath the facade is a rotten marrow plate,
a poison tongue with a malevolent purpose.
Trepidation is a weapon that he demonstrates,
revealed under the scratched surface.
A wolf that don's a sheep's skin,
who has found a herd to operate.
His malefic influence is about to begin,
a crowd he will manipulate.
Kool-Aid is the key to the golden gates,
he said it is the only way out.
Tip the cup, take a sip, have a taste,
expel all your fear and doubt.
02/05/2019
Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Categories:
inc, history,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I felt an anxiety attack approach,
as I was Perched on my mushroom.
So I reached for my anti-foreboding dope,
with my hookah ready to consume.
As I inhaled the first hit on my fungal chair,
I felt the unease dissipate.
As a large smoke ring went into the air,
my nervousness finally took a break.
Low and behold to my surprise,
I saw the white rabbit leave my domain in a panic.
What followed him I could not believe my eyes,
a girl chasing him, with eyes crazed and frantic.
I caught her attention,
as the rabbit made a liberating flee.
She stopped at the foot of my mushroom,
clueless and carefree.
The absolute nerve of this child!
Can't she see I'm in a self-medicating fog?
She must not get me riled
So I decided to ask who she was.
She told me she had forgotten, had no notion;
but knew who she was before she got here.
It was because her height changed after sipping a potion,
making her feel unsure, absorbed with fear.
She said I would feel the same,
once I escaped my chrysalis.
When I get my wings,
my identity will fall into a proverbial precipice.
I told her not at all,
I knew this for a fact
My form will not change my mind;
it will stay intact.
She got boiling mad at my response,
I expressed her temper was unnecessary.
I went back smoking with an air of nonchalance,
Keeping my demeanor arbitrary.
I decided I would use her for my amusement,
making her cite a poem, she butchered in half.
I kept puffing away, trying to smoke out her nuisance.
blowing passive aggressive fumes, with each paragraph.
The visit was cut short when she insulted my size
As I walked away I left her some good advice
I told her to eat a mushroom to get back to her height.
Then I left with a bruised ego, clutching my hookah pipe.
Categories:
inc, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Veruca Salt is the name my parents bestowed upon me
and I'm on my way to Willie Wonka's chocolate factory.
I won a golden ticket! I knew that I would!
I get what I want, when I want, never to be misunderstood.
All I have to do is stomp my feet and scream really loud.
My parents give in and I get what I am shrieking about.
Daddy's little girl, apple of his eye, a diseased princess.
Spoiled to the core, rotten as hell nothing more nothing less.
My commands are always met, hence why I am here.
Into the factory I go, with an intention I set clear.
My plan is to barge through the the candy makers infamous domain,
demanding ownership to whatever I want, staking my claim.
Move over Augustus Gloop, Oompa Loompa's be damned.
This is my factory now, affirming my demand.
Wonka will have to succumb and surrender whatever I want.
He doesn't stand a chance against this corrupt debutante.
Categories:
inc, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve read your status updates
And admit I’m frazzled
Your mind reads like a puzzle
I’m running behind
Much uncovered
But nothing discovered
Subtle signals. Clever optics
Quit these tactics
I need time to recover
Some portend collaboration
My approach is one of aberration
Simple policy
Be more cognitive
Think outside the data bundle
That’s how you solve a riddle
Words in reverberation
We need some moderation
The cumulative logic devastates
Piles of thought sediment
But I’m still a fan
Your work still speaks to my taste
Every post is a sentiment
Fiction or Fact
That’s not pertinent
My ear is an expression of interest
Every sentence is a statement
I take it all in stride
I’m not the one wearing stripes
Every appearance is its own story
And of course
A story within a story
Each of which leaves an impression
Pictures on the walls of memory
Posited for future reference
And every story is intimation
of insinuations, a collection
of secret inclinations, a betrayal
of indications, a crowd
A murder of crows demanding royalties
My job it is to gut and auspicate
A master of cognitive elements
I’m this close
Free to make some inferences
But not at liberty to disclose
Yes, I’m close
Categories:
inc, character, conflict, culture, rap,
Form:
Lyric
Punishment Inc.
We are called by your elders,
To take care of you,
When you are extra jumpy,
And solve a problem or two
We wait for you round the corner,
At any time of the day,
We jump at you anytime,
You have nothing to say.
We lock you in a room,
We have a stout stick on you to lay,
You may kick and you may shout,
But that’s where you will stay.
We’ll tell you that you have,
Every fault on earth,
From shouting and yelling,
To hanging from the upper berth,
We break you down,
And miserable you feel,
The naughtiness and stupidity,
All begin to heal.
The next morning is a surprise,
Your hair is no more like hay,
Your parents are amazed,
At what we managed to do in a day.
Your room is clean,
Your clothes are neat,
You behave really well,
And people’s heart misses a beat.
(Cos they can’t believe you are neat)
This wonderful behavior,
Goes on for a week,
And our help,
No longer your parents seek.
But after a week,
We are back to the first square,
For your habits are back,
And are efforts have gone where?
Categories:
inc, childhood, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Sticky sweet methane reactions
Dust the populace with disease
Live flesh embalmed in corruption
Synapses singed by chemicals
Revolving doors plot compliance
Lab rats approve their profit lies
Rubberstamping death's cruel intent
To ease the launch of product lines
Sickness hails the new production
Toxic journeymen script conceit
Pollution served in high demand
Cheery colors soothe all concern
Endgame agendas map our fate
Distracted by their snake oil pitch
Intent lost in pounding presses
Agony harvests grim consent
When converting matter to force
Substance nurtures without remorse
Bulging as we starve on our feet
While new orders chart vast deceit
Life insults the hegemony
Spirits infect the merchandise
Births disrupt their digestion plan
Since cold steel pumps their factory floor
Occult minions breed ignorance
With agendas tempered in fire
Boiling bones to divine power
Until the masses hit the floor
Categories:
inc, business, food, political
Form:
Free verse
VERSE 1
ok now its story time
young boy from our time
okay its kinda mad
maybe even kinda sad
but he was three when he was lost
mum left him at the door
so the world could teach him more
what the
what to love he thought
the world is quite distraught
i mean it was mean to him
only tears no smile for him
Not a shred of love to ease
the burden of the future sins
school taught him how to win
be the best at everything
apart from being a human being
anger was the seed
planted in the barren field
when the kids laughed at him
he took his knife sharpened it
hid until the dark was in
then he slit another kid
blood to wash away his sins
save him from the hate within
accident he called it it
system only slapped his wrist
The machine believed him
his need was believe in him
he got married had a kid
But how could the sad kid
lost in the world of ills
lead and teach another kid
to being a better being
it a wonder of seven wonders
no wonder the world is full of wonders
on the news a man killed his wife and kid
not sorry for his deed
welcome to monsters dot ink
change the channel from news
Time for Modern Family .
HOOK
I once told a joke
and it was funny
said God to the people in heaven
That is why I laugh when I see you
it again story time
VERSE 2
Complete Story @
(Could not fit second Verse )
https://soundcloud.com/moses-c-chach/monsterinc
Categories:
inc, abuse, africa, anger, art,
Form:
Lyric