Best Indisputable Poems
Winged Warrior, your signature line is very beautiful
“STAY IN THE LIGHT”! Stunning and quite moveable
Identifies your soul
Love's your main goal
Kind sir, you have a dear heart, that's indisputable
KEEPING UP WITH THE DOW JONESES
These here are the indisputable facts
I was born on the right side of the tracks
WITH People who only smiled if their stocks or equity increased
If not they wouldn’t have minded becoming deceased
They had big cars, big bucks and big time class
With a million dollar house mortgaged up the a*s
Their children went to private schools in uniforms
With charming and well decorated dorms
I looked at their faces and wondered why I didn’t fit
That’s when the fire in my belly was originally lit
I had no desire to play with kids from private schools
Nor did I ever agree to obey by their rules
So one day I skipped over steel and these here are the facts
The people I found lived in tents, not even shanties or shacks
But they didn’t have to read Dow Jones in order to smile
And couldn’t care less about having Gucci type style
They smiled at things people ignore like little tykes at play
And somehow or other they AWOKE contented day after day
They had no stocks to watch fretfully fall or RESOUNDINGLY rise
And you could see the easiness in their gleaming eyes
That which I observed in them appealed to me a great deal
The wrong side people taught me how satisfied I could feel
They lived out of back-packs, antique cedar chests and sacks
So if you come a’looking for me I’ll be on the wrong side of the tracks
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
More creative than the wildest schemes
Power released in sudden splendid splashes,
Determined to succeed in gushing streams
The human spirit like brilliant lightning flashes.
Indisputable and determined against assault
More creative than the wildest schemes,
We see it in the smallest child and oldest adult
Heart and soul of all their imaginative dreams.
Seen clearly in most underprivileged extremes
Who frequently struggle to overcome their fate,
More creative than the wildest schemes,
The indomitable human spirit will always elevate.
Uplifting the soul to acknowledge its Maker
Sometimes appearing unexpectedly, it seems
But always there, deep inside, a mover and shaker
More creative than the wildest schemes.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 13, 2022
Submitted to: "The Human Spirit" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
You’d cheated in the past, I'd felt so lost and alone
so I’m curious when you go outside to use your phone
Then you won’t let that darn mobile out of your sight
fallacious rows ensue; just where were you last night?
You say that you were working, you’re a jobbing builder
yet this extra work now gives me cause to bewilder
Then you tantalize me; say you’re telling the truth
and that you’re no longer bedding that floozy Ruth
I ask to see your phone, needing indisputable proof
that your affair’s really over between you and Ruth
You head for the door, and just turn your back on me
your continued infidelity is crystal clear for me to see
Next thing I know you begin packing your suitcase
say you’ll stay with a pal, that you need some space
The red mist comes down; I grab a long kitchen knife
plunge it deep into your chest, thereby ending your life
A vortex of scarlet blood splatters onto the kitchen floor
I eviscerate your body; as a surgeon I’ve done this before
Later I scroll through your call logs, to my shock and surprise
there's no calls to other women, you'd not been telling me lies!
Eight Word Challenge 7 Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Words used Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge,Tantalize Vortex, Scarlet
6/21/18
Whenever tears roll down
somebody's face,
and whether it brings joy, reward or pain:
it matters to someone
whose life, somehow, has broken him down,
or has lifted him up through grace;
it matters when one rejoices,
and sees in victory
what his bewildered eyes
couldn't ever have imagined it to be...
He chose the path to glory
without harboring suspicions,
or being frightened by unseen woes
and hard-and fast rules;
he made swift choices
and built up his courage from nothing;
and what his fearless mind couldn't perceive,
wasn't so impossible to dream,
but surely achieved
through grit and indisputable duty...
Whatever that solemn oath
relied on a certain promise, he never lost heart,
because his valor never seemed to lessen a bit;
and he was taken above and beyond his fears
by not foreseeing any disheartening defeat:
confidence had given his untiring feet a steady beat...
It matters to someone to be recognized,
and cherish that moment of gladness:
perhaps the only moment to be remembered
and be locked away in his past;
a brave soldier at his best,
never settling for anything less,
always going above and beyond his expectations,
to honor and safeguard the Country that he loves...
A Champion must lust for that ancient adrenaline
the primal prize alive in the eyes, trophy of thunder in the pulse,
a Champion's heart welcomes adversity with teeth gleaming sharply,
worships the battlefield with risk righteous in ripped tradition,
doesn't celebrate the strikes that knock the foe into awe
finds glory in striving for the impossible
creates Legend from the unthinkable become visible,
buries the adversary's soul in the winter of forever woe,
the Champion says with disciplined effort and presence pure in practice,
lightning is comin for you, blasting your bones, bashing your boasts
tear you up and down and all around
your dreams nor dare, will not be found,
The Champion must adore the trauma of training,
remembers the humility of a Beginer's trouncing,
must pray with innocent instinct, thank Providence with confident conviction,
makin bravery out of bruises and being headstrong amidst hecklers,
invents technique like a Freeborn freak,
they shame the opposition into reverence with indisputable excellence,
true Champions are unforgettable, architects of shock and hope irrevocable,
indestructable like a titanium pyramid,
To be a Champion is to have a demolishing drive,
they must excel when underestimated
and must dominate when expected to succeed,
the Champion's Faith devours fear and punishes pretenders,
to finish the foe with decisive declaration, " Check Mate! "
a Champion always defies, and never dies,
there is no calculation of defeat for an Angel following a Divine beat -
J.A.B.
A chance meeting; circumstances improbable,
leading to something beyond all imagination.
From the first sight I knew deep within my soul,
that she would be mine.
Her dark chocolate hair and infinite, soulful eyes;
black circles that could swallow a universe.
Her smile, scared of what may be yet welcoming with desire.
We kissed almost immediately, drawn together by forces unseen,
deep and intimate, exploring one another erotically.
The lightest touch sending fire through my very being.
The connection was indisputable;
our lives intertwined in moments,
stars aligned to create an inseparable union;
man and woman, Dominant and submissive.
Hardly any time passes before our bodies again touch,
in a way most intimate.
I inside her.
Over time our bond builds,
grows, strengthens and encompasses us fully.
Lust becomes desire, want becomes need;
like becomes love.
Forever connected as nature is to man
we shall now and always be.
I am her Master.
She is my submissive.
And together we are free.
Warren Dec. 2014
~ Come To Me ~
Come, let us open a door to exceptionally fulfill
our indisputable needs and have several conclusive plans
to become devoted mistress & lover mentally and emotionally.
Love Me
Come to me, let us open a door beyond to share how to advance
as dignified newly lovers with an endless curiosity & willingness
to nurture how we can satisfy our hunger for falling in love.
Embrace Me
Come, let us move to the beyond to discover how to construct a
piquant relationship combined with our notorious character to seduce
each other with words of romance.
Come, let us open that door to talk how to become
possessive to cherish a long term refreshing love which will
materialize as an act of sensuality during our sensual strong
love making while fascinating each other.
Fascination
Come to me, let us lock the door to embrace vividly make
love warm our bodies kissing in our beautiful surroundings,
let us both become adventurous virile and vital with many
other mental seductions to attract our long lasting nights with
wine & champagne. May I become your lover for tonight?
Oh!Yes You Can.
2/4/2013
Therese Bacha
I am a champion,
the thought and feel of it is real,the fact being indisputable and the reality pure,
with others,and in singular isolation victory over the misery of disrections is now,and future,
I am a champion because I have led myself and others to victories,
victories over the malvolent and lurid labors,
living,toiling,dreaming,and breathing within the parameters of a system foriegn
to my instincts, alien to this suture,
I am a champion along with others because I weep incredulity
at the untaught magnitude of a work ethic producing abject glories,
brought to my knees,my heart beats rife with pain,fear, & the mud of doubt,
brought to lunacy by the dispassion that consequence savors,
rising, and rising as emotions explode at the chance and moment for domination,
justification, to obliterate the obstacles,making room for stories,
awaking with dry pain in the eyes,nausea,dizziness,despair,
seeking simple reasons for motivation to go forth,
wishing quixotically for more sleep,
finishing the day feeling dumb,dull and brazen like a fenced horse
hungry for edification,rectification,seeing the great steppe with a risk too deep,
going on week after week with new sprains & strains on mind body & spirit,
always some mistake, cuts, bruises, burns & hyperextensions,
compulsively micromanaging,hyperanalysing, a manic finisher,
nothing will dissuade me from the thankless pursuits of daily perfections,
the anatagonists,the ones who sneer & discourage casually at the noble attempts
of the able champions trying to maximize efficiency,to excel,win,
raising that standard which the mediocre claim can't be improved,
I and others jeapordize our health,safety,sanity so to accomplish the impossible,
I receive no grand trophies,new contracts or publicity,
nobody takes my picture or delivers a prize,
there are no special tokens or passwords on the table,
we strive ferociously for the sake of victory,for the knowledge of limits,
this way setting greater goals & tests,
being testaments for others who climb,
do I want acclaim from Deity for my successes,distinction for my sacrafices, no,
I work hard for me and others to be sublime -
J.A.B.
She arrived prematurely:
she is exhausted and spent.
And rests in quiet slumber,
like an Angel heaven sent.
Looking just like her mother:
she beat the odds to survive.
For it was a miracle:
I thank God that she's alive.
She's lying next to my wife,
whose smile cannot be contained.
But although she's overjoyed,
she is physically strained.
So, I cradle our baby
lovingly within my arms.
And open my heart up to
her indisputable charms.
Her chest heaves rhythmically
within the embrace of sleep.
And as I caress her hair,
it's a struggle not to weep.
The universe rests inside the palm of a giant hand
and a god like breath blows across the top and through
a trillion stars planets and exploding suns.
A celestial storm rages to the magnitude of which not
a pair of blinking eyes ever witnessed until this moment in time.
Electricity surges through hidden fibre optic
nerves in a multicoloured galaxy leading to magnificent
displays of sparkling tones of green and rivers of deep purple.
Deeper within the most eccentric chaotic fusion of elements
possibly imaginable is a life form
an entity that exists outside the constraints of time and physical
spacial matter. All of which that is resticted by the laws of time
cannot be the centre in that which creation spontaneously erupted
but more a multi dimensional interactive cinematic experience.
Ancient knowledge teleports through an infinite wave of conciousness
waiting for a master locksmith to enter the void of indisputable
truth. Billions of tonnes of matter free fall in to black holes , some
of it being just space trash the other being a living organism with
its very own consciousness creating the separation in principles
of quantum mechanics and the theory of relativity.
From the outsiders perspective everthing disintergrates
into ash in a blazing inferno while from the eye of the
falling a moment of no gravity seems to last forever.
Living according to such principles which can be easily
altered once certain mathematical and scientific boundaries
are surpassed really has you believing anything is possible.
And believe me from what im about to tell you it is.
Unwrapping a Day With Hope
reflections
in a mirror
wear questions
a soul barren
of answers---
unequivocal
travailing
considerations
traverse
the spirit
cycling ideas
undeniable
it is
it’s now
unquestionable
clinging now
to grace
indisputable
wrapping
with faith
the questions
unwrapping
the gift
of hope
All Rights Reserved @ Debra Squyres 2013
Written By: D. Collins 11/17/15
Let me bring ya’ll back to what it once was.
That sweet, Gumbo flavor on the tip of your tongue.
We had The Meters, Chocolate Milk, and Fats Domino.
Louie Armstrong and the Irma Thomas Show.
We had music, spirit, and our traditional dance.
Trumpets and trombones were in every band.
We danced in the streets, and we never sat down.
Twenty-four-seven we would paint our town.
People came together as if all were kin.
And, it didn’t even matter what color of skin.
Je t’aime beaucoup for what you’ve given me.
The bosom of New Orleans and all it’s history .
With indisputable culture and indescribable heart.
Je t’aime beaucoup, which means “I Love You A Lot.”
Through me they’ll know about the “Big Easy.”
The city long, before George Bush’s “Breezy.”
“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us,
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake
from the long dream…”
Forging past the indisputable summit onto the
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat.
The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck,
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun
shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all,
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat,
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face.
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with
a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats.
It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough.
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle,
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit.
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint
of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams,
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows –
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality),
the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye,
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition.
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.
It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness
in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert.
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.
*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)
The great man is dead
And he may find in this voyage
So many Columbus that left us blind
Without knowledge
Of earth indisputable speck
Steering the shipwreck
With malfunctioned cameras of dream.
The great man is dead
What this this new situation for him
Who made the first step
Through the wilderness of galaxies
On the threshold of the moon
Ambiguous mystery of origin
That makes man's giant leap?
The great man is dead,
An an entire age follows after him
Dwindling our thirst for adventure
By the measure fear
Of what our puny worth affords.
He was our Balboa there.
Death is something that happened here
A long before parachute sail
Confronted the invisible with dead arguments.
Death then is his escape
The brilliant subplot of faith
Refuting all the universe as strings
For why die to become what already are
Stars die to become stars
He dies to give back to dust
What dust has denied it wants to be.
The death of great men
Still make us see, how common we are
How similar from birth to end
How flimsy the mirage in which we pretend.
Shall I tell him farewell
Whom I soon shall meet
Not differing in status, not separated by class
Just dust of star become food for grass
That shall in one soon season
Become indistinguishable from us
Little specks
In the universe of great mysteries.
Let me salute him who fired boyhood to believe
Life is greater than man's logic perceives.