Best Index Poems
You gaze in wonder, at books of the library of thoughts,
With trepidation, of likes and loathes, to feed the minds’ draught,
An index, a reference section, never ever found,
Even in the hypnotic silence of the musky surrounds,
Your heart in shambles, realise it is unpaired,
Seeking for a rational index of souls to share,
Your perseverance was destined to no ones’ gain,
Up until you were hit by the drop of a rain,
Unrealised you posture, to the form of a mime,
Amidst the section of poetry’s’, endless rhyme,
With a mind bound, trained to build with bricks,
Imaginative poems was to provide your kicks,
Yet today you stand alone, in the surrounds of books,
Searching for your souls passion, in corners and nooks,
You are lucky, to be enabled, to function with hands,
Although in trance of stupor, by a psychotic mind-band,
As the chaotic lights, gleam, whizz, and pass you by,
You miss the expectant twinkle in the strangers’ eye,
Instead all that glare back, are books at hand,
Lost in your mind, without, an index band;
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an absence of universal healthcare,
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foreclosures, lost pensions, dead 401K’s, etc.
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&
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you get a whole lot of angry people
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waiting for something to happen---
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are you ready for this?
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are you gonna save up all your strife &
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pretend that it matters when you walk into
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the ballot booth on 11/2/12?
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gonna try & make yourself believe that
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those in power are gonna save you?
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that they are going to have a sudden change of
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heart---
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and suddenly they will just feel sorry for the rest of
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us &
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wash us all over with their cash
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allowing for the 99% to get
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just an
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itty
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bitty
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piece of what the other 1% has?
what does it take to wake you up from your slumber?
gonna go to your priest,
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when he’s not raping little boys &
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beg him for help from your big imaginary friend in the sky?
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is he gonna help you?
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you think you have an ace in the hole,
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something that can be drawn upon at the last minute---
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well,
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the clock is ticking &
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the index is rising.
the boy
the longbow
in the company of men
forests and stars
the stream of sighs part ii
the giving tree
the flight of an arrow
the fallen men
under the dying cloud
Intolerant toward a flaw,
more oft than not, we quote the law
and so burn the witch at the stake,
whilst love weeps for love, for love’s sake,
that if we peep into our past,
at our conduct, we’ll be aghast
but when it comes to our own soul,
we call to God to make us whole,
with a gentle slap on our wrist,
letting us enjoy our life tryst
but right is right and wrong is wrong;
conceded yet take all along,
that at end of days, we may smile,
since love never goes out of style.
Heat Index 111
Miracle Man
6/12/2022
Air has the feel of touching a griddle,
as if given birth by smoke and fire.
From a shady nook, thumbs I twiddle,
but for today, little more do I aspire.
M-eet the summer sun,
S-wim across the perfect pool,
N-o more cold windchill.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
wrote a poem across his back
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on July 11, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND JULY 13 contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Centred in the heart,
tranquil eye nonjudgmental,
love is our sole emotion.
In this lucid dream,
even if it’s unreal,
our breath enriches the void.
The air in the basement archives
tasted of rotted velvet and wet
copper.
A low, wet breathing synchronized
perfectly with the rhythm of your
own pulse.
Skin-bound ledgers bled dark,
viscous oil onto the warped oak
on the floorboards.
The whispers began, raspy
and toothless chanting your
true name from the shadows.
You looked down to find your
own fingers drying, flattering,
and turning into yellowed
parchment.
The emergency exit signs bled
into a deep, sickening crimson
that cast no light.
Something tall, loose- limbed,
and blind crawled upside down
across the ceiling timbers.
Every exit had vanished, replaced
by endless, towering stacks of
blank, waiting tombstones.
Needle-sharp, paper -thin claws
drove deep into your shoulders
from behind.
The entity peeled back your chest
to index your beating heart under
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Tamper is intent.
All speech enters the vacuum
Pinning lines have zero liberty
Liberty given in communication must be guarded not objected into
Equity is shelter
Inherent is observation of intent to withdraw
Grandfather clause that he worked and only assisted others with walking upright. Job has not been acquired. Foreclosure is being graduated from
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. Cheesus Say cheese
. Medium rarely The last sesame
. Bun up and done Patty pending
. Cowabunga Grate expectations
. Grate escape Bunbelievable
. The great Bunknown Curl up and fry
. Bun voyage Patty wagon
. A Bun too far Bun intended
. Pickle me up Muenster mash
. Burger me up The last Bun
. Bun there, done that Burger queen
. The Bun also rises For whom the Bun tolls
. BURGER
. Mustard up some courage Bill the Griller
. Much ado about muffin A farewell to fries
. Bun voyage BLT me be buddy
. Pickle me this Bun for money
. The Bun identity The grill seeker
. Burger me up The beef fore
. Bun in a million The last Bun
. Grill or be grilled Relish the moment
. Grate expectations Ketchup if you can
. Lettuce meat again Bun for the money
. Cheddar late than never Lettuce entertain you
. Mustard up some courage Mayo the force be with you
. Cheddar luck next time Lord of the fries
. Nacho average burger Relish the thought