Best Infamously Poems
As I sit and marvel at God’s creation, I can’t help but to wonder what awesome
power has created such tranquil surroundings. The mighty oaks with flush greenery, the
gentle, rolling hills of “The Great Smoky Mountains” and the sound of rushing water from a
nearby creek. Living in such ideal conditions, the thought of chaos and violence is
inconceivable. Yet, a closer glance at the place in which we call home suggest something
entirely different. The violent mysteries that are created by nature itself are infamously
spectacular. Looking even closer, it seems that the wrath of God has been unleashed upon
His very own. The very thought of devastating ruin creep into the foremost part of my mind.
The universe in which we live seems to be even more wretched than our immediate
surroundings. Our vast and infinite universe is quite capable of annihilating our humble
home. The wonders of God’s very own creation has left even the most intellectual beings
from the past and present dumbfounded. Yet, God Almighty is the one in which we seek our
refuge. Looking into the book that shows the blueprint of our very existence and the order in
which we should live; the Bible lists peace as an absolute prerequisite for eternal salvation.
God sent His only Son, Jesus, not to destroy, but to build a relationship between He and thee
to establish peace in a seemingly cruel and violent environment. Follow the ultimate example
of peace, Jesus, and only then will you find a truly tranquil and sublime place among such
turmoil and devastating ruin.
They are spending each last printed dollar.
They ignore us out here who still holler:
"Better tighten your belt,
or what might be felt
is the noose slipping under your collar."
Can you listen up to my heart beat
Or is it the beats from that beat?
It's the radio,
Then it goes on gently
Yes, like a long thin snake
Where uuh, where huu!
Could be... couldn' t be
Could be my heart is beating like the radio,
Snake! Beat into bits,
Where huu o, where huuo,
I can float easily or deep in underwater
Like gold fish of the pacific,
Just like Titanic
It surges and lush gently,
Can i go and speed in a car
And feel the beat carry me higher?
Not me if i were you, not me
Should i...should n't i ?
Whether i am sleeping or playing
Work and awake,
Not me if i were you, not me
If i fall down i will stand up myself,
Just as if i am drunk with the beat
And dance like the Go go hit,
Go steady and slow so gently,
I have seen the bride dance perfidiously,
Take care buddy, take care
Have i...have n't i ?
No one is called we have come
Herself! Mixed and missed,
Take care buddy, take care
It dwindle...it dwindle and it dwindle,
Something or some one is sounding so blissfully,
It is sonic groovy,
And is off the wall hit
And it bade encore
All through the evening,
O! Michael, Michael's legendary is like Michaelangelo,
Singing and dancing all through like a yoyo,
It's that beat of bit of a change of face
Could made you lose your grace,
You have painted the face with colourful-colours,
Exposed to the brush and erase that smear on the nose,
You adjusted the thrilling lips off the *****,
And the eyes have they tune up to lustful glare,
The cheek o! so Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, that! cheeks
You were infamously infuriating,
So provocatively humanly bad
You were endearing to the last,
In toto, you were a king of the whirlwind,
In tete, you were the prince of applause,
And tata, you were the sire of controversy,
You were... the messiah of all possibility,
You were... the song personify,
The melody in the throat of a trumpeter,
And the soulful largo largesse of a crooner,
It dwindle...it dwindle...it dwindle...
Then sefini
Tata.
He, the almighty, is ubiquitous, an omnipresent force
Lilith, the first woman – made from Earth - defied him.
He, the almighty, held no empathy for beings like her.
Lilith, the first wife of the first man – despised him.
He, the Almighty, came to know fear –
The extraordinary virility of her witchcraft troubled him.
Lilith, the martyr – deserted the splendors of Eden
Her buffoonery - her egotism disgusted him
He cursed her, “One hundred of her children would die every day.”
Her agony - her depression thrilled him
Lilith – the first wife, the first woman – lost in history
He, the Almighty – deceived the gullible into idolizing the spectacular him
Lilith, the queen, infamously a demon, covertly a Queen.
Eureka! She is the woman of all women and the enemy of him!
DATE OF POEM - 05/29/2018
FIRST POEM - Never End 05-01-2018
Tear stains on the membrane cast from above
Elliptical heat resonates from a hug
Propagated through strenuous gestures
Made of delirious bodies of conjectures.
Thunderous jeers repudiate the self
Of those so wicked to sting with thine mouth.
A cancer is thee to all surrounding. Infamously
Legends shall be whispered, th name linked with disparity.
Timeless indulgence drawn to each hand
Flounders colloquial mischief upon the sand.
Jaundiced tears pour forth from crevices
Unknown, unheard of as bitter tasting mattresses.
Fanciful carnages meander forth wordlessly
Constricted by dueling currents carelessly
Vacillating toward irregular shore lines and
Timultuous throngs of conspicuous deck hands.
I repeat, bring up now if you can
Any trick or any politics against me
I promise I will bravely show you the fun
As I have been facing
Some bloody idiots for long
No problem I have to face once more
I am ready to confront
Quick and fast bring up your stupidity
I fear not
And I think you dare not
To claim that you have brain
As it is infamously said
I am more efficient to analyse things
And place logic more than an intelligent man
You may now change the topic
And can show me the power of your money
But forget me not
I know the secret formula of equity market and lottery
Bring up , quick and fast
All the tricks of the hell
And all the politics from your crook head
I promise I will checkmate you
Because I myself is an able politician.
Infernal fire, Saturnus satire
The kiln that melts the satin strings
and stirs things far beyond belief
The relief it brings, infamously bought
then intimately brought
As life lessons sing about everything
so incessantly taught
Evocation retort against love
Where hearts beat to aching extent
and pain stings as incandescent
as lightning strikes from above
Leaving malformed and dented
the punch bag of pride
As the moral gloves come off,
unintended but evanescent
To retaliate with subtle strikes
and fight back against the mauling
of purpose that died
Your eyes grace the stars with humility in awe,
a glimmer and sparkle; such as never seen before.
Your eyes like diamonds from heaven in the skies that
soar,
A majestic magnificence that defies the earth's laws.
If the moon in full radiance could prostrate to you,
If the sun could sing songs of this glorious truth,
If the heavens would split asunder for losing you,
the melodies on the harps of angels will forever play
their tunes.
I speak little but envision greatly in words that I write,
recording the rhythms in a heartbeat in first sight and in
first light.
My pen runs only on the inspiration it can use as ink,
and with you I can keep writing without a moment to
think.
You transcended spontaneously; I was taken back
infamously,
Never have I ever set eyes upon a poet who extruded so
radiantly.
Though we've only just met; I say words I never regret,
and in the essence of honesty I'm glad that we met.
Not many people can speak the language of the heart,
yet you speak it fluently as if amongst the very stars.
You conjure up some of the most magical verses,
And you understand perfectly exactly what this world is.
Salute, you humble me with your gift.
And with those talents I hope to share in your bliss.
I stay humble ever searching for evanesence and peace,
and in poetry I find I can always smile with ease.
rolling wall to wall - tumbling down the hall
infamously down the stairs, sans fall.
who can be as cool as a roly poly kid?
the older lady, you can guess who, has to crawl
to make it off the floor, crawling like a babe, new.
she hopes not to stumble on the shadows that fall.
naptime and tea, my buzz, whilst the kid
endlessly tumbles his way through adolescence.
one day, the same fate awaits him as the rest of us.
but now is his time, to aimlessly go head over heels,
not in love yet, just maneuvering like a rolled out rug.
this kid with unfathomable energy until he sleeps.
Cutting a path
Along a railroad track
Through desert grass
With no scenery at all
Apart from passing a
barren dry oasis
Because everything else is
nothing but dunes and sand
as far as the eye can see
That and the odd bit of
desert grass
Accompanied only by the clickady
clack of a railroad soundtrack
beating metronome through
my brain
And still no station whence to stop
Still no crossroad to crossover
No conductor to click or
check i had a ticket bought
Nor even a driver aboard to
steer this direction less train
Worst of all where it's going
Where this train's journey
came from began
Or is eventually supposed to
terminate
What it's e.t.a is or even if
it is predestined to arrive at all
For all i know i just may well
be without my knowledge aboard
The land locked locomotive
equivalent
Of the unsinkable shipwreck
now infamously referred to as
simply
Titanic
And on further inspection
according to the official
passanger manifesto
This ghost train heading head long
into the most desolate of desert
Has exactly the same number
of soul's on board
As it's doomed sister ship
And come to think of it
most eerily of all is today's
date is in fact
Thursday
15 April 2012
100 year's to the day the
month the year the second on
A so called girl named
Rose and boy called Jack
apparently met
And drowned hopelessly in love
till death
There was a dear November long ago
Tucked on the top shelf with my good stuff
Along with the other fond sentiments
Good books and pictures go hand in hand
But that first Fall in college was a keepsake
Now and then, I open that box
I see graying skies over a football field
And our losing season in the mud
And a student juggling school, practice, and work
I can say I bobbled that ball infamously bad
Which mirrored the Portland weather
I fished for nirvana, and the line snapped
But I enjoyed that maiden voyage nonetheless
The bonding with fellow students
The first parties, dances, and romances
That first Thanksgiving with my roomies family
Yet for some reason, I remember less of school work
And more of a pumpkin patch
... and a rustic leaf falling to the ground
11/07/22
November Poetry Contest
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You Tube fame,
reality
stars who
infamously
infiltrate our youth
and promote
success
for being
nothing
more than shrewd
salespeople
who market one thing:
themselves, anger me ‘cause
I
was born just too soon.
9-29-19
Romance Isn’t Dead
Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away,
There lived a young boy, smiling his way through all the pain.
He knew one day that love would shine upon him,
The people saw him suffer, but always with a grin.
Just one boy and just one girl,
An intimate, forgiving, unquestionable religion.
Love, life, death.
Romantic ‘til the end.
Happy being sad,
Confusing to his friends.
Faithless romantic, infamously sad,
Faithless romantic, infinitely sad.
Faithless romantic, the only thing I’ve ever had,
Infamously, infinitely, romantic ‘til the death.
She broke my heart, you wont see me smile,
The tears you see me crying, were her tears for a while.
Complete devotion, will let you down,
Because love steals your senses
And you crash to the ground.
Faithless romantic, infamously sad,
Faithless romantic, infinitely sad.
Faithless romantic, the only thing I’ve ever had,
Infamously, infinitely, romantic ‘til the death.
Some day soon, she’ll walk back through that door,
But my heart will still beat for her
And someone else will have her love.
Just one day, is all I had,
To show her all I could be, we could be,
We could last right through our deaths.
Faithless romantic, infamously sad,
Faithless romantic, infinitely sad.
Faithless romantic, the only thing I’ve ever had,
Infamously, infinitely, romantic ‘til the death.
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