Best Infamy Poems
~9/ll: A Day Of Infamy~
(Chain Poem Style)
September eleventh is a day
Day of infamy that I'll never forget
Forget what with my horrified eyes I watched
Watched coming from my TV screen and that re-played
Re-played showing airplanes flying and hitting straight
Straight into the Pentagon and the Twin Tower buildings
Buildings all around just started to sway and fall
Fall and bringing around so much destruction and death
Death took so many by surprise
Surprise and horror was shown on all faces as we witnessed
Witnessed and faced before us all this horrible tragedy
Tragedy that filled our hearts and souls with unbearable sorrow and pain
Pain as we saw all this unfolding before our very eyes as we cried
Cried with much grief as we watched in horror all this happening
Happening back then and no one able to stop it that fateful day
Day of so much destruction horror sadness and sorrow
Sorrow and loss that took place that September eleventh day
Day in which we saw innumerable heroic acts of love faith and courage
Courage of spirit hope and love for many who faced death
Death and destruction on this very black and unforgettable
Unforgettable day September 11, 2001.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
September.11.2016
I would often hear my parents somberly recall
That fateful December that changed it all
The morning was Sunday, ....a day of rest
They were getting ready for church, wearing their Sunday best
The radio was playing Glenn Miller's "In The Mood"
There was a sudden interruption of the peaceful interlude
Although war had been brewing on distant shores
This day was beginning, just as all the others before
The sea was calm and the sun was shining
The trees were waving, and the roses were climbing
Hawaii was awakening, and the morning was calm
Unaware that devastation would arrive with the dawn
From out of the clouds, like a flock of birds
Hunting the prey, not a word....not a word.....
From the sky they appeared, those hawks in the air
Planes diving low,....then bombing everywhere
The sign of a sun, creeping in on death's wing
Ships in the harbor...became graveyards so obscene
Men sleeping in their beds, woke up to a hell
The winds of war would last till the last survivor fell
War has blackened peace on earth, a shameful violent path
History keeps repeating with each twisted vengeful wrath
My parents listened carefully to Roosevelt's chosen words
And prayed for hope, that as I grew, that words of war would be unheard
Let’s celebrate Pearl Harbor – and why not?
A pretext for a party? It’s terrific!
It simply wouldn’t do if we forgot
that evil bid to conquer the Pacific!
There’s one aggressive nation, poised to strike:
it has, somehow, to come up with a ruse:
the victim is distracted, zombie-like:
“we need to manufacture an excuse!”
I’m talking not of Arizona, Shaw
or Utah, but a stealth attack on Spain
so slily undertaken years before:
I’m talking of the sinking of the Maine.
In February eighteen ninety-eight,
Americans (the new kids on the block)
were throwing round a bit of Yankee weight,
and bombed a warship in Havana Dock.
What’s wrong with that? Why, nothing – if you think
that killing folks to start a war is fine.
The vessel that the hawks picked out to sink
was US Navy, stricken by “a mine”.
The yellow press of Pulitzer and Hearst
demanded Cuba and the Philippines,
defied Don Juan to do his wimpish worst:
he’d blown our mighty Maine to smithereens.
A special corner is reserved in Hell
for those who hate the truth, and help it vanish:
for Pulitzer and Hearst knew very well
the culprits were American, not Spanish.
The “mine” account (excuse me) was exploded:
investigators sent out from Madrid
found nothing to support it. Dice were loaded.
The Yankees yearned to start a fight – and did.
The Sampson Board (American, of course)
with comic opera characters in place
(Commander Converse!) said the use of force
was fully recommended in this case.
Why can’t we be content with what we’ve got?
Why pilfer from the other person’s plate?
Two hundred US sailors died – for what?
So Uncle Sam could steal some real estate.
The lightning, it was over bright
Arthritic trees, stripped bare of leaves,
seemed skeletal, inflicting fright
The lightning, it was over bright
as if the devil's acolyte
The world shall beg for mercy, please!
The lightning, it was over bright
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6/17/16
For Contest: First Line Prompt - 2
Sponsor: Julia Ward
I can't imagine what goes through a girls mind,
As she lives grows and encounters the blues,
Looking for prince charming in the nick of time,
To carry her off on a journey that begins with two.
Most guys I know tremble at the thoughts of getting married,
They run hide say not for sale and crack other jokes for fun,
Guys think ball chain hang us now or let me be buried,
However with smitten heart they come with eyes fixed on one.
The day comes which the two have planned at last,
It seemed like forever this moment to arrive,
Hand in hand giving rings and vows shall they cast,
The Lord over them teaching them how to thrive.
Next stop vacation fun and the honey moon suite,
Then lessons of how to live together and pet peeves will spawn,
Moving on in their future we hear the pitter patter of little feet,
A home the lady will keep tidy while the man cuts the lawn.
Years will pass by and changes shall take place,
Children now grown and ready to leave the nest,
But the two remain in tact thankful for each other and new space,
Knowing it was God who helped them excel and pass each test.
Hebrews 13:4a - "Marriage is honourable in all,..."
If Narcissus had just been a female
she would not have been infamous at all
Admiring her locks in clear water
she might have been anyone’s daughter
Rolling in faster than I can respond
Trying to keep up with what’s going on
Feels like it’s swirling out of control
Everyone wanting a piece of my soul
Can’t breathe without someone reporting
Can’t write without someone retorting
Feel the night wind with watching eyes
Accusations, assumptions, blatant lies
Hiding in darkened, hidden places
Searching the eyes of shadowed faces
Looking for those who remember me
Who know who I am, who can set me free
A fever is burning from deep inside
Clouding my judgment, darkening eyes
Removing the light that offered me peace
Taking from me its sweet relief
Exposed as you read the words I have written
Exposed as you feel the emotions I’ve hidden
Afraid when I touch on the fringes of fame
Terrified when you speak my true name
Try to live up to the world’s expectations
Seeking through truth some real salvation
Trying to render what is believed
To be the core of who they want me to be
Pleasing everyone save my very own self
Being all that I am to everyone else
A poet, a goddess, a writer, a dreamer
An angel revealed, memories linger
Waking with passion of stories untold
Writing these memories so others will know
Another day void of daydreaming,
a clean smile has perished, drowned
under our policies of greediness.
The oceans of the planet won’t hide
our infamy or conceal our sins.
Perfectly pure hands have been crucified
on a cross of sanctified water.
Sad lamentations carrying over
of never ending horrific crying.
The lifeless body of an infant
looking at us,
brushed ashore by hunger.
© All rights reserved. Marcela Villar M. Author 2015
A day
Yesterday
2400 hours long
didn't talk to my baby
stayed up all night
making her a tape
hoping everything's okay
my mind was just agape
that's all I have to say
today is a virgin day.
Smiling in Infamy
NAJIB Razak might be jailed up to 125 years and fined a total of RM210 million if found guilty of corruption in relation to a former 1MDB unit
??????????
Hohoho....
Nothing can be more refreshing....
Than rereading an old news so profound that it strikes you as a new thing...
Now this news was ahead of his day in court when he was subsequently charged...
With embezzlement, Criminal breach of trust and abuse of power when he was MOF in charge...
Merely 6 charges that promise a lengthy jail time if he is found guilty...
A staggering 125years behind bars, and maybe no time off even with good behaviour.....
Stiff enough to see him incarcerated beyond the end of his natural life...
Hohoho....
He was slapped with a RM1m bail in order that he gets to walk free...
For an ex PM to suffer jail time ahead of court hearing is out of ordinary...
So some diehard misguided donkeys lobbied publicly....
A fund raising day, with speeches so vitriol that we cringed in dismay...
He met the bail, he walks free, thanks in part to the money raised by the imbeciles...
Only to slapped, a couple of months later, with 25 charges of embezzlement from 1MDB....
Some US $681m had appeared in his personal bank accounts..
After a torturous money trail that traced back ultimately to the 1MDB account...
Hohoho....
Bail was set at RM3m to justify the severity of the new charges...
Jibby the clown, he came up with full payment by the following week, no problem at all...
Given his many frozen accounts frozen on suspicions of having money of 1MDB origins....
Rm3m is a paltry sum compared to the rm2.6b he reputedly swindled originally....
Rumours are rife he and his family have have foreign bank accounts well flushed with money...
Hohoho....
So Jibby the Clown, he walks freely about like you and me...
There he seats in UMNO General assembly, an ordinary member after all his infamy....
As Dr M highlighted publicly, he is a perfect example of a wrong doer who flashes smiles aplenty...
Even on the way to court, he was not given to remorse for his infamy ....
Hohoho....
That bright young President shot down in Dallas
who turned out to be an addict and philanderer.
And don’t get me started on our most
recent former President and his insurrection.
That hundred-meter sprinter who held an Olympic
Record overnight until his urine tested positive.
That cohort of steroid taking home run hitters who
demolished Maris’ record and now in the Hall of Infamy.
That Bills back who still holds rushing records but
might well have got off Scot-free with murder.
That person you though you would become
who became the person you are.
What can I say, shocked and appalled, but this day has been long in coming.
The South has never forgiven nor forgotten our Civil War of 1865. What surprises me is that I am a witness to this spectacle. I can't imagine what our allies must be thinking. But I can imagine what our enemies do. This is a shame and a horrible mark on my country.
These next ten days will prove to be this Nation's manhood. It must survive.
It will survive, I do believe. I can't believe I am seeing History fail us. I can't believe Democracy is gone.
On the eve of anew leadership for This country and the high cost of loss to our country that has been paid, America will stand Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. DEMOCRACY WILL STAND.
On this day pestilence had hands and fingers,
dripping with maroon redemption, soaked in alternate intention,
on this day even the desert felt despair,
felt the footprints of a poisonous discourse.
The Nile with a disrupted course,
soaked with a disposed corpse,
a pest by the name of Seth scarcely shook,
dismemberment with a calm dispose,
a surgeon he worked to implore,
the remains of Osiris,
a drunkard for death,
for blood a whore.
The labels, some serve to award with honour
and others are just straight up meant to demean
The much sought after accolades and the prestige, ever so enticing
lend a tender sweet stroke to massage and pamper the ego
The reproof and the infamy delivers a gut wrenching punch
to the sternum that tears down dignity and dampens the spirit
Stick with the labels and divide the masses in the end
Crammed into tiny pens, forced into little spaces, misfitted into misshaped places, often left bent out of shape, square plugs rammed into round sockets even
We've all at one point felt the burn of the pressure to seamlessly fit in and thus bore the burden of unwanted labels while nursing clamped mandibles at the same time
Some dying to fit in to only end up stuffed into a labelled pigeonhole
Others tagged with derisive tabs that turn them into social outcasts
Might be enthralled at first but soon enough you'll be trapped for life
Your path paved by caste and class and your fate sealed with a label
Now it's yours to carry, a solid identity they say and you nod and say yay to the labels
Some flattering and others just straight up disheartening
A much needed crutch for some, a means to an end for others and a desperate need for hierarchy for most
A burden to the free souls, a hindrance to being unique and a means to control the masses soon enough
Spare me the labels asseblief
I'm here trying to figure out how to be human first and foremost
I need a moment to orientate myself now that my shackles and blinders are off
I am more than enough just the way I am, of this I'm sure now
Labels might interfere with the path I'm meant to take to evolve
evil lurking within the hearts of men
negating what goodness remained,
a time of infamy it shall always be,
a bloody chapter in human history.