Best Incited Poems
Serene, at peace...
Calm's a unique kind of cool
Concentration tool...
Fools too oft get excited
Wise men, not thus incited
Categories:
incited, emotions, peace,
Form:
Tanka
The word of anger spoken by the square
mouth of the dark, an interstellar swear,
addressed to who knows whom. A scarlet curse,
a four-horned furiousness, which in the journal
kept by the apathetic universe
looks like an inner breakup, an external
candescent flash of light, a red-hot dozen
of exclamation points, commas, dots
around the supernova which still doesn’t
turn into a white dwarf. The terawatts
of wrath!.. I wonder what incited your
square rage, oh, darkness, in the days of yore.
28.05.2019
Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
#7 The Red Square
Categories:
incited, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
An Obscenity Trial
by Michael R. Burch
The defendant was a poet held in many iron restraints
against whom several critics cited numerous complaints.
They accused him of trying to reach the "common crowd,"
and they said his poems incited recitals far too loud.
The prosecutor alleged himself most stylish and best-dressed;
it seems he’d never lost a case, nor really once been pressed.
He was known far and wide for intensely hating clarity;
twelve dilettantes at once declared the defendant another fatality.
The judge was an intellectual well-known for his great mind,
though not for being merciful, honest, sane or kind.
Clerics called him the "Hanging Judge" and the critics were his kin.
Bystanders said, "They'll crucify him!" The public was not let in.
The prosecutor began his case
by spitting in the poet's face,
knowing the trial would be a farce.
"It is obscene,"
he screamed,
"to expose the naked heart!"
The recorder (bewildered Society)
greeted this statement with applause.
"This man is no poet.
Just look: his Hallmark shows it.
Why, see, he utilizes rhyme, symmetry and grammar!
He speaks without a stammer!
His sense of rhythm is too fine!
He does not use recondite words
or conjure ancient Latin verbs.
This man is an imposter!
I ask that his sentence be
the almost perceptible indignity
of removal from the Post-Modernistic roster."
The jury left in tears of joy, literally sequestered.
The defendant sighed in mild despair,
"Please, let me answer to my peers."
But how His Honor giggled then,
seeing no poets were let in.
Later, the clashing symbols of their pronouncements drove him mad
and he admitted both rhyme and reason were bad.
***
A well-known poet criticized this poem for being "journalistic." But then the poem is written from the point of view of a journalist who's covering the trial of a poet. The poem was completed by the end of my sophomore year in college.
Categories:
incited, poems, poetry, poets, society,
Form:
Verse
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What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety!
Crimes of hate
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in some wild fashion
then ending up cell mates!
When kids watch their movie heroes
shoot down people with the gun
they are incited to do the same
to achieve some thrill and fun.
When they see their very film star
slash someone's throat in a fit of anger
they think well of crimes of rage
and plunge everybody else into danger.
The tendency to portray the violent scene
luridly and shockingly on the Big Screen
Ah even for the small screen, tis the gory
that makes for the dark and thrilling story.
Now that technology's long opened this pandora's box
the dispersal of amplified social ills ain't no hoax
The rowdy hoodlums and reckless gangsters
are simply by-products of Tv influences
The world watches the thriving of the bully-boy pranksters
passively in helpless terror of their offences.
It's all portrayal of the vulgar, the obscene
by that devious Silver Screen
And the horror movie
though it may seem groovy
begets the horrendous
and drills evil thoughts subliminally
into the subconscious!
It's an unrestrained dark faking
of real life reality exaggerating
Whether it's Bollywood in the East
or it's Hollywood in the West
they don't merely impart tactics of defence
but rather those of aggressive offence
Viewing those gruesome swashbuckling films
gives rise to morbid sadistic whims
Flipping through the TV channels
just ponder if the telly's the perfect channel
of information is it a proper panel?
Dad always tells me, 'fear ye the roaches' flicking antennae?
While you oughtta fear the influence
of 'em' flickering images by dish antennae'.
Then a mere single merit that I dug
as I drank cappucino in my mug
that atleast one couldn't live in a bubble
daily watching the bubblebug.
Ah but then tougher gun laws couldn't halt
even underage shooting sprees
Rather it's stringent scanning of Tv content
that might make it all cease
Parental supervision too tis gravely essential
Should've been of parental code quintessential
So the next time you catch your teen
absorbed and engrossed while glued to the screen
Just sleuth a bit just to make sure
that for the x-rated he's not too keen!
Categories:
incited, addiction, film, youth,
Form:
Didactic
A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound
while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--
But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.
There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow
their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man. It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies
and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another . And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne
a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred
who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy. Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.
Victoria Anderson-Throop 2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska
Categories:
incited, allegory, animals, beauty, life,
Form:
Narrative
Meribah means” quarreling”
Messah “testing”
Istraelites grumbled a lot
It was about the lack of water
Moses responded by scolding them for testing Eternal God
It only incited the people more
Threatened to kill him
Moses petitioned to Eternal God
Who supplies the water they need
When we complain about our less-than-satisfactory situations
Moses is not around to intercede
A bit of complaining maybe helpful; a lot is harmful
Get complains out by writing in journal
Grumbling to myself when I walk
This keeps me from continuing my inner griping endlessly
To prolong it would definitely harden my heart
When I stop complaining
Open up to the quiet presence of the Holy one
I don’t always receive water like the Istraelites
But I do obtain the ability to let go and live more peacefully
Categories:
incited, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes
where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair,
finds five fraught faces from false idol lies
clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair;
Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare,
washed while awaiting where water is filled
pouring in porcelain planned to be killed;
Languishing lost lacking warmth much less love,
ended in eerily foul episodes,
angrier now than Almighty above
mumbling murmurs in murderous modes;
Ripe for wrongs reversed through revengeful roads,
tantalized terrors too tempted to taste
blood brought by bathwater boiling in baste;
Chastised and chided, these children chilling
journey for justice with jealous intent,
mystically moving, maddened minds milling,
howling horrific while haunting content;
For sins suffered by souls salvation bent,
never they rest now, now nestled in night,
purposed, their plight, seeks parents punished right;
Aiming as arrows at any ones found,
dripping disgust at desolate devils,
grumble gigantic than gnash to the ground
lustfully lashing in lunatic levels;
As rancid bells heard, rusted rung rebels,
thoroughly thrashing throats within their reach,
fifty fingers, if figured, ten for each.
And why wouldn’t what withered weary do,
dragged desperate to death by der’lict brain,
taught terrible things when tongues tied untrue
incited mother inside turned insane?
Silence should swallow who speaks sour on slain,
judgments be gentle, gestate not Hell’s gates,
for these are the children of Andrea Yates.
9/16/2016
Submitted For: Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
Categories:
incited, death, scary,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Into the Blue
Pain faded into the blue
purplish clots
pooling beneath welted skin
interstitial fluids coalescing,
coagulating, collecting
swallowed tears.
Day had broken the grasp
opened the ever-locked door
taunted the terrified
incited the torment
of acquiescence -
silenced anger.
No locks barred open doors
chains hobbled only memory,
fear’s straight jacket unbuckled.
The blue faded, hidden beneath
old lies, blanketed in the warmth
of more colorful promises
Destined to fade
into the blue
of pain.
John G. Lawless
1/12/2016
Categories:
incited, abuse, pain, repetition,
Form:
Free verse
She arrived.
Meet her,
Boiled egg, naked smoothness white
Like marble, reliable and strong.
O svelte composure of demureness,
Burst and strut through
In the last quarter of the year
To us.
Border line, rain and sun
In battle, drench an already saturated earth
With querulous mingle.
And I am not earth bitterly
To harvest warm dimpled kisses.
Should I dare,
Descriptory massage,
Almond rounding of your eyes
Received and stored in a lid
Lubricated with tears, and contained. Those eyes
Belong to stellar-clad skies
Scudding pedagogically for the Magi,
Myself, they move, and I learn
A lovely pencil of nose, yours,
Yet domicled above lips
Unselfish to reveal snow-white melons
An opening of fresh rose bud,
With the fragrance raw.
The gait is contagious
Not to me. But I wish
I could see disrobed her figure eight
That would never be mine.
The soft breakables of the valley
Would be adored to wetness and excitement,
Fantastic, incited not by me
Who cannot enter that palace
Preserved in the garden
Of her thighs.
for Chiugo, my elder brother's wife.
(c) Onyebuchi, 2011.
Categories:
incited, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Free verse
He came to us in the night
born in a stable, long ago,
with only the stars for light
a sign of heaven's glow;
wrapped in a blanket
and warmed by love
he became a sign
of God's descending dove.
He came to teach
of a new word of God,
one of mercy and of love
and with a promise from above,
He healed the sick
and cured the lame
gave sight to the blind
and raised the dead;
He was the Son of God,
the one true Lamb,
sent to us all
from that night in a stall.
Jesus was his name,
Immanuel - God with us,
the Prince of Peace;
but a jealous and frightened few
incited the people into a stew
and beat and tormented him
and nailed him to a tree,
so he died without any blame
that we might be free of our shame;
but, God raised him from the dead
and overcame all strife
that we in turn might have eternal life.
Categories:
incited, religion, god, night, god,
Form:
Free verse
It's April and stately trees are slowly
changing from white to green;
skies above look down cheerfully,
into the small lake tiny frogs plop
as balloons float over a tree top:
" Happy Birthday, Little Queen! "
If spring is the annual rebirth of Nature
and human spirit, all must sing one tune...
incited by the bright red butterflies that lure:
they dance forming the big ring of Neptune!
April is more than showers
and lovely dew-dripping flowers,
grin is forgotten, laughter reappears
on everybody's wind-brushed cheeks;
one happy passerby greets
another with revered courtesy:
each soul, each heart pours
out a sweetness of amicability!
If a talented young musician played
the Mozart's piano sonata in D major,
each butterfly would begin to dance
with the liveliness of a skilled ballerina!
If the heartthrob maestro exuded
thrill he'd be tempted to raise an octava higher:
a curious crowd would quickly gather,
then all butterflies would swirl around Angelina!
Categories:
incited, adventure, april, beauty, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
Incited by her Allure Sensuelle...
a vulnerable man is noticed by all.
Quite by nature, I rarely frequent clubs...
loud music turns me into a demon from hell.
She brought me so many Martinis on the Rocks...
I drank them too quickly and took a bad fall.
The spell in the potion must have acted too slowly...
I showed her respect, but she became too sensual.
Discovering the foul play, I was dismayed by her madnesss...
she left in a hurry and disappeared down the crowded hall.
Entered in Jared Pickett's contest, " The Ghazal "
Categories:
incited, adventure, fantasy, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Couplet
The man pious entered the dark cell of prayer
Then with a hand stretched towards the wall
and a click almost magical,
Light shone everywhere.
He was not alone.
A humming stream of silent voices struck
Eyes met eyes in one sudden shining
and that made the mark.
In fear of sabotage----that grand misdemeanour
which makes curiosity an option---eyes rolled back to their sockets.
The man of light erect without a word,
the prayer group heard long stories---that thing revelation---
“Everything is possible---including nothing---
All we need is a chance
and one chance is just enough.”
Every ear heard, and eye saw
never a single sight
that better tasked all human senses simultaneously---
Tears broke the barricade
and smiles betrayed.
Random singing---random jumping---,
Like the atoms of John Dalton,
Each moved as the power of revelation incited.
Not afraid of the biased jury---for none judges a revelation!
Each reservation begged for freedom….
Freedom
Freedom.
Hands broke loose,
Feet asked for places enough to tire,
the man gave up ease.
Hallelujah here….Amen there.
Glory came, and glory dwelt.
What a joy there was!
Joy sans frontiers….sans razon!
The air got occupied,
the floor was not deserted either.
That thing bizarre took place
But nobody cared,
what more than assurance
Can the mortal ask
beside promise
Plus a miracle?
Telling none his name, the man of light became famous
in this classis disorder.
The consent was sealed
His praises to sing
And His love to stay.
He looked
they responded.
Because love watches,
It looks.
Categories:
incited, blessing, christian, religion, religious,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Savage beatings
Not within reason
Rioting police lines
Violence is in season
A city gets divided
Teens called this time
A purge filled with crime
Words by a mayor
Incited Civil unrest
Mass panic attacks
While patience is put
To the ultimate test
Encroachments at its best
Why are we waiting
When even the mayor
Wont stop complaining
National guard called
A state of emergency
An entire city is walled
Are all among the headlines
I can remember when
People used to morn
Whenever someone had died
Where are we going
What are we doing
Such ignorance and
disobedience ensuing
America is losing
This is what happens
When misunderstanding
And lack of knowledge
Meets deliberate provocation
Chaos like thunder
Tearing asunder
Most people in wonder
The others are running
It's Bad timing
And Who's lying
Everyones wrong
When people are dying
Children are crying
Parents subsided
If we can't stand together
Then why bother trying.
Categories:
incited, america, community, confusion, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
We the enfeebled of the incited states of confusion, ordered to deform a more perfect union,
establish just Them, insure narcotic tranquility, provide for the common everything, promote
Welfare, and procure the dressings of Liberty to Them and Their posteriors, do profane and
demolish this Constitution of the United States of America.
Categories:
incited, parody, political
Form: