Best Infiltrated Poems
To my daughter who never listens.
Life is not as simple as a cliché.
It's not lullabies and butterflies.
Not all sounds are soothing,
not all flowers are faithful.
It's not as relaxing as a reverie,
rarely as poetic as a poem,
so you can't hide everything behind metaphors.
You have to express your true verses,
you have to serenade in your own melody -
but never forget the chorus to our song.
Life is full of storytellers who will lead you astray,
so never believe everything you hear or see -
create your own biography, make your own history.
Our existence is fragile like petals,
yet your birth created an oasis in my heart.
I remember when they said you would not blossom,
yet you flourished in essences of evergreen elegance.
I was the first to cradle you in my arms,
as I promised to protect you endlessly.
Hoping that you would soar forever,
spread your wings higher and higher.
We never truly realise the sacrifices of our parents.
I wonder if you will ever know,
how sometimes all I had left was my smile -
never would I reveal my frailties.
It was not a simple case of masculinity,
because even the most ferocious lion cries.
I hope you never face a struggle,
as difficult as the trials forsaken upon me
and
I'm sorry if at times you saw no emotions,
apologies for the tears I never let you see,
nor the fears I never allowed you to feel,
but it was the way I was brought up to be,
it's how reality curated my personality.
If the suppression of my feelings made you distant -
remember a father will always be a shepherd for his flock.
Wars from the past have infiltrated mankind,
yet there will be many battles to come -
just don't fall asleep among heartless sleeping souls.
I shiver upon the thought of our closing goodbye,
when my shield can no longer protect you,
as every knight has to eventually lay down his sword.
The world can be a cruel and wild place,
and I remind you there is always a rainy day,
so choose wisely the paths to ponder upon -
learn how to build your own abode.
You'll always be a baby in my eyes.
I'll always be so proud.
Even in silence... I will forever love you.
Dad.
Categories:
infiltrated, appreciation, father daughter, life,
Form:
Free verse
Written: February 5th, 2024
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My heart is leaking blood,
I can view hatred flowing,
from every corner of the planet,
a volcano spewing nasty lava,
their voracious acts are suffocating,
the flower that has yet to bloom.
My heart is leaking blood,
antagonism and skepticism are rife,
a deadly snake is gently coiling,
and choke the breath of mankind,
to further their murderous impulses.
My heart is leaking blood,
since darkness invades the psyche,
steeped in narcissism and xenophobia,
a broken culture has misled people,
into thinking differently over faith,
both ethnicity and attire face a threat,
In self-interest and as an adversary.
My heart is leaking blood,
a soul-to-mind debate has ceased,
lurking by avarice and false tenets,
for the eminent aims of foes,
cultures will spread,
as history has predicted.
My heart is leaking blood,
In reply to the cruelty and abuse,
executed upon the cult's people,
despite being freed from rivals,
but have we freed our minds?
My heart is leaking blood,
to ignore these savage fringes,
who has infiltrated minds?
eating away the distinctive,
need mind cleansing before locations,
restored successfully,
everyone must be a self-reformer,
continually striving to be a dear person,
than they were before.
the light within will always guide you;
all you must do is listen and follow.
Categories:
infiltrated, analogy, anger, bereavement, heart,
Form:
Free verse
I was at a crossroads in my life when I met you.
My heart was in turmoil and indecision infiltrated
every fiber of my being. Should I stay or should
I move over two thousand miles away?
I was off balance with two small children to consider
who counted on me being the stable mom they knew.
I cried for them not me, I cried because I had no answers.
Your strength without promise got me through.
I had never met a man like you. A man whose kindness
knew no bounds, a man who listened without judgment.
A man who had the same kind of baggage I dragged behind,
who understood the pain of divorce with children at stake.
You made me feel safe as I mourned my loss, you were my rock.
Neither of us was looking for love, yet we were drawn
together by invisible forces we later accepted as destiny.
Your handsome face caught my eye, I won’t deny, but
your soul-light shined so bright I couldn’t help but love you.
I then knew the right way to go at those crossroads, I
took the path that led straight to you.
9-20-19
~Second Place~
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Categories:
infiltrated, children, destiny, divorce, light,
Form:
Free verse
Gigaflops
Did you meet the Boogyman
Did you see his stare?
Or were you in the land of nod
Blissfully unaware
Of the face that’s at your window
Or the menace in your room
Or the giant bug that’s infiltrated each device you own
The sinister reflection to be remotely viewed
Or the troll that sits in wait beneath your old computer stool.
Did you know the Boogyman had come tonight to stay?
To interfere, to change the rules, to win, to have his way.
To permeate the World Wide Web and take complete control
To hack into your emails and alter all your codes
Open up your firewall, check that it’s enabled
Test your antivirus make sure that it is stable
Back up all your data your photos and your files
Scan and defragment, reformat your drives
Ask yourself which Boogyman do you fear the most
The worm, the thread, the virus, or the awful viral ghost
Step into the Matrix, be one with the machine
Understand it from within, if only in your dreams
Feel the power that drives it, look behind closed doors
Recognise the program files, could they possibly be yours
Switch off your computer, let the screen turn black
Gaze into the monitor and see it staring back
Even when the power is off the monster you can view
Face to face you realise, the Boogyman is you.
Categories:
infiltrated, computer,
Form:
Rhyme
You don’t know this but
we’re all ISBN’s. At birth,
we’re tattooed across our asses
with barcodes, ID tags, social security numbers.
The only doctors allowed
to perform this surgical move
were trained in suits and sunglasses,
were handcuffed to computer suitcases,
held galas in mansions in the hills
of Virginia, roamed secretly through tunnels
beneath Abe Lincoln’s feet, they infiltrated
every hospital, mandated staff to hand over
the key cards. Don’t be alarmed.
Chocolate brownies can still
hold good dreams, peanuts, and marijuana.
This information should not stop you,
you wondered before about those
seven digits printed across the tops of your pay stubs,
didn’t you? And the 48906 signature on every document
from your university.
Yes, you see now. All along,
that tattoo on your soul numbers destiny:
one of the numbers stands for the birthday
of your child, one for the day your parents will find
cancer sinking its teeth in their osteoperostic bones,
and one lists the street address of the building
you will die in. The hospital’s phone number
is merely a set of numbers. Ask them
what they’ve done to you, and they’ll shrug
their white-collar shoulders.
To view this poem on my blog, visit http://wordsareaneed.blogspot.com/2014/12/lucky-numbers-2-10-24-65-93.html.
Categories:
infiltrated, conflict, nonsense, pain, scary,
Form:
Concrete
Supporting killing children
they will never ever get my vote again
when you abort a baby
your aborting God from your life
Non-christian parties
now they manifest in our country
protect the eight and democracy our freedom
Any party that supports death as a way forward
has lost my vote forever more
and I am not alone in this opinion in protecting our eight
to keep democracy safe and real
not infiltrated by foreign demons
Turning away from the commandments is a poor state of play
twisting every good value and deed pretending to care
offering choice a word that was given from above as a server
Pro killers I call anyone
who supports these doctor Shipphams
every soul has the right to live
Funny how good values has become the silent facts altered
people are afraid to be real and voice the truth as having the highest value
What kind of clown government calls a referendum
to remove certain protections at the cost of over 25 million
better they kept our country as is and house real problems
Beginning with the homeless and show caring compassion
rather than squander the money promoting sin
True Irishmen and Women would turn in their graves
they each and every one would lay their life down for their children
not murder them as this country needs to awaken
freedom has been removed bit by bit
this shedding blood is inhumane
it's time we stand in numbers for God
He is the chariot of our light
Categories:
infiltrated, abortion, baby, betrayal, corruption,
Form:
Political Verse
We decided to turn Paradise into real estate.
Trouble was, we weren’t too sure where to find it,
Though experts had located it somewhere
Slightly west or east (left or right, looking north)
Of a point midway between the Euphrates and the Nile.
According to some, it moved sideways a few inches each year.
Computer systems would relieve us of Adam’s curse,
Which many wanted back as soon as they had been relieved,
And Eve discarded more and more items of covering,
And everything (a forgivable exaggeration)
In the garden (the upkeep of which had to be paid for by taxpayers)
Was lovely (or at least pleasant enough for most).
The Devil, who no longer existed (save as a literary metaphor)
Had been extradited on a drugs smuggling charge
And was last seen heading north.
The Forbidden Tree had been cordoned off by
Security people and no serpents were allowed near.
One day we woke up to discover
That Paradise had absconded in the night.
The more sensational headlines read PARADISE LOST,
But this was watered down in a subsequent official press statement
to read PARADISE MISLAID.
As to its new location, even the pundits failed to agree
Whether and if so, by how much, it had moved left or right.
It was even rumoured that the Devil
Had bribed the Angel at the Gate
and infiltrated the Intelligence Service.
The Ministry of Defence reported that a large flying object
Had appeared as a blob on the radar before slipping off,
And some wag even suggested that this was Paradise in fact.
Adam uttered “What the..” under his breath,
switched off the telly – it was an old war film –
And gave Eve a knowing look.
Eve didn’t fancy an early night,
And the ensuing row
Raised Cain.
Categories:
infiltrated, paradise, satire, tree,
Form:
Free verse
The 1965 Chevy Impala with aqua dice
parked herself downhill against all advice
From Frankie, Old Tom, Red Angus and Swanee Bryce
Her wheels slipped on gravel that felt like hardened rice
Her green interior smelled like Old Spice
Her engine was infiltrated by squeaky hungry mice
Some main wires under her hood now have a splice
Her ignition key did not work once or twice
We could not sell her at any price
But we loved the smell of nineteen sixties Old Spice
For it reminds me of my Uncle Pete, dad of cousin Bryce
So I am keeping her forever, which feels kind of nice.
Categories:
infiltrated, car,
Form:
Monorhyme
`*-*`*-*`*-*`*-*`*-*`
My love has not diminished.
I would not want to pursue, evoke
feelings of shadowed prey or some craving
to a fabricated addiction… I accepted that
you had grown weary and would not want
that I linger or impede future chances
at love or romance.
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There is an ember
with a feverish desire
to burst into flames
at the simple mention
of your name.
It remembers…
the dance, the illusion,
the dream where all things good
existed in thoughts of you; everything
new was interwoven with the essence of you;
and wondrous passion irrefutably emerged like the
luminosity of sunrise continually on display.
Upon your arrival, eternity became mine,
and, in a flash, kaleidoscopic color
infiltrated mind, body, and soul.
`*-*`*-*`*-*`*-*`*-*`
You became my reason.
`*-*`*-*`*-*`*-*`*-*`
There is an ember
that hoped to fade away
in its assumption of
love’s retreat; rather,
it glows eternally
having never known
more profound
inspiration than that
sparked by you.
`*-*`*-*`*-*`
12/18/19
Categories:
infiltrated, fire, inspiration, passion, soulmate,
Form:
Free verse
REST IN PEACE, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
YOUR LEADERS FAIL THIS GREAT NATION.
THE FAILURE OF TRUTH HAS ERODED YOUR FOUNDATION.
YOUR BORDERS ARE BEING INFILTRATED.
YOUR LEADERS ARE PLAYING POLITICS WITH YOUR PROTECTION.
REST IN PEACE, UNCLE SAM, YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS TREATMENT.
THERE IS A CURRENT OF TRUTH AND JUSTICE IN THIS GREAT LAND.
WE ARE THE BEACON OF FREEDOM AND
WE MUST BECOME THIS OR WE WILL DIE.
THIS NATION IS STILL ALIVE!
WE THE PEOPLE HAVE THE POWER!
REST IN PEACE, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,
YOU ARE BEING REBORN!
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
JANUARY 2019.
Categories:
infiltrated, america, freedom, truth, usa,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
NO BORDERS!
NO WALL!
NO U.S.A. AT ALL!
THIS IS WHAT THE GLOBALISTS HAVE IN MIND FOR
THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
HUMAN BEINGS ARE BEING FORCED TO LEAVE THEIR NATIONS
AND MAKE THE LONG HIKE TO THE UNITED STATES.
THESE MIGRANTS ARE GIVEN AID AND MONEY ON THEIR JOURNEY.
THE UNITED STATES SOUTHERN BORDER IS BEING INFILTRATED.
WHAT IS GOING ON IS NOT RIGHT.
THE WORLD GOVERNMENT IS BEHIND THIS CHAOS AND ANARCHY.
THE UNITED NATIONS IS PUSHING THIS FORCED MIGRATION.
WE, THE CITIZENS OF THE UNITED STATES, NEED TO PROTECT
AND SUSTAIN OUR PRECIOUS REPUBLIC.
OUR BORDER IS BEING OVER RUN WITH MIGRANTS, VIOLENT GANGS,
DISEASE AND CHAOS.
THE UNITED STATES DOES NOT NEED TO BE A THIRD WORLD NATION.
WE AS HUMAN BEINGS HAVE NO NEED TO LIVE IN FEAR.
MOST PEOPLE DESIRE A BETTER LIFE IN THE UNITED STATES.
HOWEVER, WE NEED TO PROTECT THE UNITED STATES.
OUR BORDER IS IMPORTANT AND
YES, DIVERSITY, IS ALSO IMPORTANT.
THE UNITED STATES IS EXCEPTIONAL BECAUSE OF ITS
PRESERVATION OF FREEDOM AND INDIVIDUALITY.
LET'S KEEP THIS NATION STRONG AND UNIFIED.
THE RULE OF LAW IS IMPORTANT; LET'S PROTECT OUR BORDERS.
THE REPUBLIC OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IS NOW UNDER SIEGE.
WRITTEN BY, CHADWICK ANDREW VINCENT
MAY 2019
Categories:
infiltrated, america, freedom, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Voices no longer talk but yell.
Angry legions, carrying banners
along burning streets,
have infiltrated the Temple quiet
with the unholy noise of hell.
Rage has been elevated
to the status of virtue,
division into a hymn.
Soon, fiery eyed militia,
banging their drums,
will be knocking on your door
to present a warrant
to enter your head.
Find a hatch somewhere
into the still
of an inner space
and escape, safe
from the marauding mob
tearing silence apart,
laying waste the State
in the name
of their rowdy god.
Categories:
infiltrated, anger, sound,
Form:
Free verse
Blank sheet, taunting me
Daring the person I used to be
To blurt it out, let words flow free
But too deep into my insecurity
I have drowned, no hope for me
What happened to my pen and pad therapy
My safe place, infiltrated by doubt
Nothing from within, brave enough to come out
Generic pairings of letters seeking clout
Simple ramblings, who knows what they’re about
Any ounce of approval, no matter the amount
Rusty thoughts like the abandoned Tin Man
Cobwebbed brain needing “oil can”
Hoping out there is just one fan
Follow through, girl, you made a plan
Categories:
infiltrated, anxiety, betrayal, depression, mental
Form:
Rhyme
lilac lullabies
black and yellow butterflies
cotton candy blue skies
field and house work once idealized
perfect dreams
imperfectly fantasized
tangled with filthy truths and honorable lies
every night they listen and console
uplifting the spirits of one another
chanting we will not let them see our cries
noise silences the chastised
perseverance overcomes the spark in their eyes
this too shall pass, in the end a better tomorrow lies
fully aware the sun will continue to rise
hope kept them focused and willing to strive
mentally trapped yet conscious of the
planned infiltrated compromise
oppressors remain confused of their laughter
it was incomprehensible and quite taken by surprise
under the impression everything had been stripped from them
the ancestors were found uplifted every morning
still walking about lilacs singing lullabies
smiling at the sight of black and yellow butterflies
dancing under cotton candy blue skies
Categories:
infiltrated, appreciation, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
Santa stood in the warehouse
Full of nearly empty shelves
Last night they’d been ram raided
By a bunch of discontented elves
Recently infiltrated and recruited
Into an association of packing staff
Whose ideas and demands and wants
Caused Santa to cynically laugh.
He could have held out for longer
That much was very clear
But the clever blighters
Had subverted his reindeer
To make matters even worse
Pushing poor Santa to the edge
The blighters had gone and clamped
His only working sledge
Only thirty days to Christmas
He knew of no other way
Than to meet their demands
For increased shift working pay
He’d do what it took
To bring things back on track
And ensure he had enough
To fill his mammoth sack
He reached for the Gordon’s
For one last large stiff gin
Then went to arbitration
With a forced and fixed grin
Categories:
infiltrated, christmas, fun, humor,
Form:
Rhyme