Best Infractions Poems

You are one cruel hearted man.
One too many for my life span.

You have inflicted one too many abuses.
I am so tired of your lousy excuses!

Whether it be with your mouth, fist, or actions
You found ways to punish for imagined infractions.

It sickens me that I did...

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Last night I had a dream
to give to you this song I'd sing
Tho on my mind was someone else
But there were you from off my shelf
So here I am to write to you
that poetry so long overdue 

The walls of life were 
so high and...

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Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height, 5’8,” a fireplug who if provoked could whirl like a...

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I stand neck-high tall
within the quicksand
of my infirmities.
Green and gaunt,
I hesitantly genuflect.

Ravaged tendons and corpuscles
are barely breathing
within the vacant corridors
of a soiled carcass.

My ardor for vindication
has been abandoned.
I presently refrain from accepting
the consultation of 
umbrous soothsayers.

Readers of tealeaves and tarot cards
hurl my infractions towards
the apex...

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They write in the language of perfume
flowery powdered words all layered
colours rising and lowering 
in different light spectrums
as if the reader could discern 
without wisened translator 
their seductive dimensions
conveyed within 
their small larger other worlds
notes upon notes, heady notes,
their subtle infractions
like music tinkling through 
the...

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There is a bubble of illusion right here on the soup
Its shadow still finds the same sozzled group
This conjuring is cloaked and lobbied with scripture
But ego confuses the muse and its picture

Artistry is squandered and concealed by the night
Infractions are made in the absence of...

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Gunshots and tasers aimed at the back
tracking the movements and memories
of unsuspecting dark-skinned citizens 
marked by the scars of a history denied

For Rumain Brisbon, 34
it was crime to be black in Arizona
For Tamir Rice, 12
it was crime to be black in Ohio
For Alonzo Ashley, 29
it...

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I wrote a sad but true urban legend called “Dillen and the DMV” last week.
Here follows an update.

Background Review:

One of my health care employees, Dillen, has wicked ADD, borderline intelligence, not qualifying for disability supports, which are few 
and those few minimal at best anyway,...

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Warning!!
This is a free verse poem.
It may not meet the high standards of poetry soup.
It is also highly controversial.
The writer of this poem realizes that poetry is supposed to be light and fluffy!
Just like TV sitcoms.
But hear it is anyway, (oops hear, I mean here,...

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Numbers Count On Themselves

3’s make love in the open 
Twist with trees that turn from Winter
Count on music to reveal Spring
Several 7’s take lessons on how to Jitterbug
They disco with 6’s by the river to keep in step 
Zero’s boat house is open for business
Even...

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A Deconstruction

I speak of nothing but 
destruction
Buttered prose; a mere 
distraction
Recited when the flux lines 
froze

Resolved, I became a fraction
Convergent series; no inflection
Crossed divisors as I pleased

I would grasp imagination
With fingertips; resignation
Not once would cross my mind

Was each word a permutation?
Mere chance; a fluctuation
In the...

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I travel in my imagination to talk to the sky about the sound from crying 
 Mum, the coastal area erosion my interest to take the risk to talk the 
night gown glowing beneath the wind from the vile of verbose. The night 
sombre to...

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12/28/18
I just received a gift from my {step}mother, 
Only three days late this year.
It's a Santa Claus soap dispenser... with a twirl and a twist. 
I used to own it well over twenty years since.
It has yellowing soap still clogging the spigot...
*****, you've even treated...

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It all began with Adam and Eve and that wily snake!
Eve was tempted and ate the fruit - that was the first mistake!
Adam was right there at her side and took a generous bite as well.
"'Tis Thy fault, Lord! 'Twas the gal Thou gavest me!"...

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There once was a little girl who played in walk in closets
She'd shut the door to the world outside because her mom
was neurotic and psychotic
And her step dad was a raging alcoholic
This tiny space was her safe haven for her imagination
to fly metaphorically 
See her...

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