Best Injunction Poems
I feel so freaking, God-like good;
I feel My chest-expanding heart
and the mad frenzy in My blood,
which tear My mind and soul apart!
These urgent voices in My head
reverberate and echo loud
memories and regrets now dead
and buried in a forsaken shroud;
they scream at Me, "You're the Devil!"
They prophesy the Anti-Christ,
and accuse Me of all the evil
since mankind first became enticed.
I refuse their shrill, satanic call;
and find in the Apocalypse
that God's avenging Angel of all
is Me who is the world's eclipse.
"Not Anti-Christ!" I now reply.
"Not Devil!" I begin to shriek,
"for the Lamb of the world am I,
the Lord's Messiah for the meek!"
Sinners will know their final hour;
they will drown in their anguished cries
when I at last will know My power,
and expose all their wicked lies!
In this soft, padded cell of white
they watch and look at Me with dread;
they view Me as a monstrous blight,
and starve Me with unleavened bread.
How long is My imprisonment?
I cannot guess, divine, or tell;
but from the look of that filament,
they can keep Me for quite a spell;
"Dear God! I hate these lousy drugs,"
I howl, "that they shoot in My ass!"
They hold Me down those stupid thugs,
injecting Thorazine so fast!
They fail to grasp the true reasons
why I'm here: I wish they could see
that I can forgive their treasons,
if they would just believe in Me?
Once free again I'll be reborn,
lifted up in divine Image;
I'll end man's need for drugs and p*rn;
and prepare them for God's Marriage.
So hear My law and injunction,
the lost will burn without release
once they all know My dominion:
only then will My Rapture cease!
Categories:
injunction, drug, gothic, imagination, psychological,
Form:
Bio
If nowadays we have become so wise
And are proud achievers
Who have explored the world from our cradle;
If these days men would hear with their eyes
And men would speak by their actions
And would prefer to reason with their flesh;
If today you see chicken gnaw bones
And billy hunt and prey on rodents,
Do not stand to stare or wonder,
For these are the last days!
When a day's old child would stare,
When teens have now become bachelors;
When at twelve you have known
Men and women and fulfil God's injunction
To procreate and litter the earth with waifs.
If at twenty six your name goes
With the scholastic print of Ph. D.
And when at thirty sitting at your verandah
Having coloured teeth from tobacco and kola.
What else are you waiting for my friend?
Do not wait on what the earth has to offer,
Prepare your bed and die,
For these are the last days!
If nowadays we have become so wise,
If today we are proud achievers,
We are like the young child, Umu,
Who sighted a ripe mango amidst dozens
Of unripe mangoes up in the tree.
He detest the burden of climbing
And would never think of waiting
For the mango to fall to the ground.
In his excitement, he pulled up the young stalk
Of a healthy peer tree and
Threw it up at the mango tree.
He threw it up again and again and before
He could struck down the one ripe mango,
He had plucked and emptied dozens
Of unripe mangoes to the earth.
He picked the one ripe mango
Among the others and left in triumph!
If nowadays we have become so wise,
If today we are proud achievers,
When an infant would reject
His mother's breast because he has no time,
Do not stand to ask why or wonder,
For these are the last days
That shall give birth to a new era!
Categories:
injunction, change, crazy, emotions, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Response to trite, the fools disband
to break up solemn trust, now banned
this pagan entity at hand
does turn the righteous from expand!
That adding on grace' contraband
is Soul's renewal, take a stand
refreshing like the summit's span
to gain configuration, land!
From all dissension heal, not damn
this brave encounter, witness grand
the mind's direction open and
the course' attention revels scan!
To comb reality by strand
my own divesture is so planned
the worth of angels in command
a higher level fitting, manned!
Is God's injunction of . . . I AM!
Categories:
injunction, bible,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
if but and also
all ran down a street
whose cousin’s mother’s sister
legalized love’s distant dream
with in on and beyond
following closely after
a key hole of time’s future now
spooked bejesus out of bounds
when shoes string along
black wholes green with envy turn
worms come out of closets
knots know not to sing a song
who’s to tell this from that
when clocks ring hollow
and all gods feel sorry
for four score is no more
the measure of all that entails
enshrined within without’s about
debts delinquent devout doubt
morrow’s mourning mewing moss
cons an injunction positively plain
predating position’s posture to fame
signing is a song’s sad dismay
crossing is a road without delay
as gold to ash dust turneth brown
merely’s mostly mitigating moves
shakes the earth’s shivering please
bordering boundless broken bones
if the sun’s heart skips a beat
then your turn will ours become
and if water cries life’s complete
put it down thou will be done
tomorrow is a stranger’s rising night
yesterday’s rose incites my light
love plays dangerous games
whose rules bend time and blesses names
the quill of now rests in peace
also how never more then ever
is not who is once was was
trolls never words were whether
Categories:
injunction, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
I journey across time to get what is rightfully mine;
I journey across time to view the galaxies from the hill
and absorb the sweet scents from succulent grape blowing from a distance.
The stars are shining and the moon is standings still
And I have something wonderful to share with all of you over there
The tree is growing and its branches are spreading and I am still standing
strong because this is the best fruit they have on the land
Come with me to galaxy and let me show you what I see
Come with me to the galaxy and have dinner with me
Billions of stars decorated in the sky are holding the universe
Together with hands, foot, caps and limbs rubbing against the other
A myriad of stars are singing to a spectacular rhythm in the sky,
with thousands of galaxies moving in one direction, pulling the magnetic field along with an eye-catching imagery clumped together it’s mesmerizing and captivating
I see them flying in and out, not knowing what they are about
they are shooting rockets in the sky but they are not landing anywhere.
But the galaxy is still riding along singing a bountiful song.
I can hear them screaming above their head, I thought that somebody was dead, but it was a grand jubilee for those hiding in the tree.
They have just lifted the injunction that has grounded the plane in the skies; they have just lifted the injunction so that all can travel without fear.
They have lifted the injunction so that everyone can purchase the controversial goods that was left hanging in the atmosphere
Come and journey with me to the sky and watch the stars dancing.
Categories:
injunction, appreciation, education, encouraging, environment,
Form:
Alliteration
That dreary August Sunday morning
Peace like a river in Ozubulu was flowing
Merchants of death wielding the tools of their trade were lurking
To strangle peace Of the day just dawning
Vengeance was the mission
Anger from business gone awry the vision
But missing the ultimate prey
They pounced on worshipers assembled to pray
And they died!
Victims of a society in search of lost values
And they were massacred!
Martyrs of a society in a hypocritical quagmire
And they were slaughtered!
Like lambs on the altar of mammon
And they were brutally sent forth!
Unwilling partakers in man's depravity
And they were summarily dispatched!
Innocent victims of disobedience to God's injunction
Give to Cesar what belongs to him and to God His due
But they did not die in vain!
Their demise showed us whom we are
A nation in need of redemption
They gave their lives so that we can live!
.
Categories:
injunction, absence, allusion, anger, bereavement,
Form:
Rhyme
Hold onto useless effort, so revile
that anger can endanger, why then smile
it is this brief insurgence we are vile
and to ourselves most guilty in compile!
The working wonder of concepts worthwhile
is building to inception, runs the mile,
the keeper of Invention is not style
but rapt conception of a newer trial!
Restoring dignity, an armor of discourse
from refuse, that dependent samples source,
it is that by experience know resource
is not the score of wealth, not vital . . porous!
Resolve of merit, inner peace concourse
that mind's injunction knows its own remorse,
complacency outnumbers its enforce
as useful only ~ loss is . . . . teaching's storage.
Categories:
injunction, repetition, teacher,
Form:
Monorhyme
EXPIRATION :
Existence of certainties and uncertainties,
Governed by disclosed and undisclosed warrantees,
The story is actually a mystery.
Promises become unfulfilled,
And the expectants turn to wail.
If we choose to talk about that,
Nothing would be considered by heart.
It's still the same old tale without doubt,
Of which men of ages didn't understand.
We've heard of it more and more,
And we've felt its sharp pain before.
It's bounded by no law,
Thusly, appears anytime it wants.
Many a time we try to foreclose it,
By setting walls against its exhibits.
But we end up at the same junction,
Whereby it present itself as an injunction.
And we only mark it with a memory,
For it can't be forever discarded by money.
In fact, it can be avoided by nothing,
As it truly remains inevitable.
Its visitation is unpredictable.
How we wish we would overcome it,
But freely does it shows itself in a flit;
Causing a precious life to cease and efface.
That's when the soul goes to an unspecified place,
And the soma also returns to its origin.
Then ammased earthly treasures become futile.
Absolutely, we're all standing aghast,
As one day we all would breathe our last.
Categories:
injunction, age, death, destiny, future,
Form:
Personification
gratifying grand PooBah gnashing happily. How envious
eye feel. This generic guy hallucinates (walled within his
lovely bones) incredulously, jealously, knowing lackluster
marriage never ordained plentifully, quintessentially, royally,
satisfying throbbing testosterone undulating vibrantly within
xman yawping zen. Ah know this phallus fantasy tubby
merely a whet pipe dream, yet no logic can extirpate
frenziedly gyrations glum husband images. Just kindling
lasciviousness massages nude oeuvre provoking quaking,
rip-snorting tooling uniting Venus, with xing yummy zone,
absolute beauties, bunnies cozying dear Emir, fathering
Hugh's illustrious joys, keeping libido murmuring, nesting
on papa's queued rocket ship, thrusting uber vintage weasel,
*** y zapping adroitly buoyant consecrated dick, Ernst
found Grafenberg hallelujah, injunction jerking like mad
naturally oiled pussy, quivering red redoubt stimulated
the unavoidable Vagina, whereat xyz attainment brought
******** delight eventually fomenting gusto, heavenly
induced juiced Kung Lee masterfully negotiating ******,
penultimate quest regarding sexual torquing, ululating
vocalization wailing women XCI yogi Zorro
absent, bye Casanova, deemed expert ******** great Hefner,
honorable Hugh invictus, joyousness kept legacy maintained,
now...only phantom quietly rubs shoulders, thighs, ubiquity
vibrant viz World Wide Web.
Categories:
injunction, adventure, angel, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
What if....?
Death was a lottery,
With a Powerball price of a million dollars
Will people still queue up to play?
What if death was a clock, and you had one option
To either fast forward, pause, or rewind it; What will your option be?
What if death was a bank, and one could advocate with it;
Request death forgiveness, death deferment, or death forbearance?
What about death refinancing or death equity?
What if death was like a touch tone phone
And one could put death on hold;
Press zero to bypass mesmerizing angels of death at the reception;
And pally or advocate directly with death?
What if death was a court,
And one could ask for an interlocutory injunction,
Or death arbitration, death adjournment or deferment?
What if death was a wish,
Will beggars still elect to ride, or bolt like Usain?
What if death was cash and carry,
Will the rich, high and mighty,
Be so generous with their cash, as they are to brand names like:
Ferrari, Bugatti and Louis Vuitton?
Or will they chicken out like a cold Turkey?
What if death was a rain check
Will people Queue up to cash in on it?
What if death was like a set of clothes
And one could change from it
Like a Snake discards it's old and worn out skin?
What if death was a marathon
Who would elect to first breast the tape?
What if death was a school or an exam,
And one could do a remediation, carry death over,
Select another elective, or take a death sabbatical?
What if death was a widow,
Will people still accept a widows mite? What if.....?
Categories:
injunction, art, death, extended metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Each night lurid visions danced before me in the dark
staring with eyes of an eagle, sharp beak of a hawk.
I woke, and in the mirror, my face was white as chalk,
screaming with the brazen voice of a raven's squawk.
It seems I'd been struck with some cursed malediction.
That's what a shrink said, "It's an abnormal infliction.
I'd like to observe you for a time, under constriction
and also suggest you might pray for a benediction."
Did he believe I was sick enough for extreme unction?
Or standing at the crossroad of a mental malfunction?
Anger was building, and I had the wild compunction
to run away before he ordered a restraining injunction.
He ran after me shouting, "I'm afraid you're delirious!"
I laughed out loud and shouted back, "Are you serious?
You won't lock me up! Stop acting so damned imperious."
Then voices started whispering. It was quite mysterious.
DELIRIOUS? NO, NOT ME!!!
Go away and let me be!
I heard them rant all day and night, in shadowed halls,
snarling voices calling my name from within the walls.
In dreams they cried out for me in deep guttural calls
I cowered in a corner each time I heard their footfalls.
What trick were they using to infuse me with insanity?
They moved much too close, robbing me of my vanity
I cursed them with vile words of unleashed profanity
then thought, is this a case of psychotic inhumanity?
Anger became the flint to ignite the flames of my fire
Each whisper became a thorn, condemning me a liar.
On and on they chanted, like evil demons in a choir
as the walls of my deep abyss rose higher and higher.
The beasts never tear my flesh; they claw at my soul.
I'm suffering with emotional stress and losing control.
There's no virtue left inside of me that I can still extol.
I'm being swallowed into cryptic depths of a sinkhole.
DELIRIOUS? Is it possible I may be?
Fiendish laughter vexes me.
August 9th, 2020
N-A Rerun 10 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Original Post Date: July 24th, 2020
Written for the Delirium Contest
Categories:
injunction, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
He chose to live a simple life,
So important was his mission!
Though around him corruption was rife
He never yielded to temptation!
He would cure a serious ailment
But think of no emolument!
He taught: "You must do unto others
As you would have them do unto you."
Today experts, critics, teachers
And scholars share a common view:
That this injunction is The Golden Rule,
The one potential world peace tool!
He died like a sheep before shearers,
Never becoming abusive or despondent.
When reached by his would be killers
He organised an escape for his adherents.
Then, alone, he faced the foes
And exposed himself to any intended blows!
He still inspires men even today.
His ways have become guidelines.
He taught the world how to pray,
Forgive and pursue godliness.
Myriads profess to be his disciples
And to live by his principles.
At two years invaded by King Herod.
From thirty pursued by the establishment
For saying that he had come from God.
He never yielded to resentment.
He could say: "The devil has no hold on me."
He's the integrity epitome!
Matthew 7:12; Isaiah 53:7; 1Peter 2:21; John 18: 8; Matthew 6:9,10; 5:14-16; 2:16; 26:3,4; 26:63-65; John14:30; Matthew 5:23,24
Categories:
injunction, corruption, fear, god, hero,
Form:
Rhyme
Battlefields littered with energies spent
erode the code that once held all firm
as spies disguise to resurrect consent
under malformed skies pacing out a term
transcendent in treacherous manifests
insidious to stave osmosis pure
from organic elements as protests
isolate issue from health to ensure
commonality malfunctions as cells
atomically unravel from function
towards black science sigils unleashing spells
infertile to force our grim injunction
oblong in consumptive revelation
nefarious to plot such stagnation.
Categories:
injunction, history
Form:
Acrostic
My untimely Lover,
Take in the notion that this
Is not the proper moment.
This is not the moment to be seen
Or get fed.
This isn't the part where the rain falls
Or when the clouds decide
That beacons should take over by dusk.
I have considered many long nights
Past the judgment of a juvenile mind
And they have all been but forgotten.
I have realized the sentiments
Of mothers built on morphine
But I have not dismissed
The outcome of subordinate fathers.
I stepped past an ugly lawn
With a proto type framework
And drifted between the lines,
Mingled with the guests
And smoked my lungs away,
Cried my eyes out,
Or left the football team stupefied.
With this injunction,
I'm compelled to leave a message
For a penny and a praise.
If this seems questionable,
My ill clad Lover,
Take the time to memorize
My most infamous traits.
I write smut for a living
And eat sex by the handfuls.
Categories:
injunction, adventure, allegory, angst,
Form:
Free verse
If I should discover that mysterious genie bottle by any chance,
And was granted three wishes that my existence they might enhance,
It would be very tempting to wish for fame and all the world's pelf!
But, such an opportunity would require that I look well beyond myself!
I would wish for PERMANENT PEACE in this troubled sphere.
That Freedom's Bell would peal out its joyous news for all to hear!
That tyranny would be trampled and that those who foment strife,
Would simply leave other folks in peace to pursue the abundant life!
I would wish for the elimination of all HUNGER and DISEASE,
And that pain and suffering, with heartfelt compassion could ease.
That rampant homelessness and despair would forever cease,
And that brotherhood and concern for others would increase!
I would wish for INTEGRITY in government beginning with our own.
That governments in all nations and at all levels would set the tone!
That world-leaders would heed the Prophet Isaiah's sage injunction,
To seriously reason together - perhaps the world would better function!
The likelihood of this mere mortal being faced with such a decision,
Is rather slim and an awesome responsibility that I cannot envision!
But would not one be rather remiss to skirt such an opportunity,
To better the lives of His people and the worldwide community?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in Amy Green's If I Could Have 3 Wishes Contest
Categories:
injunction, hopepeace, peace, integrity,
Form:
Rhyme