Best Inoculate Poems
A very human touch to a story
with some zip to it.
The media is a heartless leach
to the many unfortunate souls suffering,
amongst the filth and chaos of a city in peril.
War has reduced entire cities to rubble,
people are forced to flee for their lives
and yet, the news cameras focus their lenses
on its bullet-ridden facade for dramatic effect.
A money-hungry machine,
news stations suck every ounce of emotion from a story
without shame.
We expect them to inform us
of worldwide catastrophes and events,
and so, we encourage indiscriminate insensitive
photo-shoots of people’s pain.
It may be a sad addiction, and quite pathetic,
but it’s perfectly acceptable,
to exploit human suffering
in the name of news.
Coverage of childhood trauma, fear, or starvation,
all fall under the doctrine of clean hands.
Reporters inoculate hard hearts from reality’s truths
as homeless, hopeless faces,
cling to life, walking away
from everything they ever loved.
And recording their pain
while it’s still fresh and piercing,
is but an opportunity for the news to shore up falling ratings.
(Free Verse)
[MILITARY PHILOSOPHY]: METTLE IS A BETTER WORD OR TERM!
Might strength along with an image be a concept to consider?
Else, to be strong is considered to be mighty.
Tapping into another’s reserve is a way to achieve an advantage.
The test of fate is allowed.
Like acquiring power from a source of pleasure.
Easy seen when you win.
Inoculate your fortress to be invincible.
Surface your mind to ruminate stratagem.
Absolute absorption of the power you possess.
Be of focus and conquest.
Engage your thoughts and emerge with invigorating ideas.
Trade show your heavy artillery to those you trust.
Take away knowledge to acumen the estate.
Establish an institution of today.
Respond when required even if vulnerability is present.
Wage efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Ornate to eradicate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Defeat downfall and roar once again.
Obstinate for thorough insight.
Resist when in question.
Time efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Edify to educate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Muddle downfall to roar once again.
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Written December 15, 2015!
Measles, mumps and chicken pox,
Insidious diseases,
Were all a part of childhood,
Paired with earaches, strep and sneezes.
But that was many years ago
And scientists have found
The vaccinations needed
So those germs won’t get around.
Except in some communities
Where parents do refuse
To inoculate their children
Due to controversial views.
So new cases of the measles,
Once now gone, have reappeared
And now hundreds are infected,
Which the health officials feared.
To the anti-vaccinators,
With your self-indulgent ways,
You’re infringing on your neighbors;
Sometimes selfishness betrays.
Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.
Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.
Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate.
Written...Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard-Contest
Judged Nov.03.2019
Writing Challenge - December -
Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Repost...Dec.03.2019
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Muzzle the people while making billions
unleash a maelstrom of communist virus
into the veins of the harlot media tyrants
into the hat of power magician- politicians
spread fear-mask -divide the people
inoculate a frightened population
with experimental vaccinations
endless mutations-booster brigades
rinse and repeat-new age slaves
frighten-mask-silence-divide-globalize
turn abnormal into normal.
Stalinize the children
brand parents as terrorists...
groom their children not to think
to blindly follow Godless sheep...
where abnormal is normal
godisdevildevilisgod
menarewomenwomenaremen
While in our mental lethargy...
a man tinkling the word "woke"
in the stall next to the little white girl
who's being taught that she is inherently racist.
This is just the beginning, folks:
wake up mamma bear
lock and load pappa bear...
fight for the soul of your children
there's a snake poking holes in the nest
of New Eden
stealing eggs at your expense
fight for the soul of your children
slap the snake with the rake of God..
separate the wheat from the chaff
sprinkle today with the blood of snakes
Amen!
velvet voices dance with vibrating violins
octaves often overreached, to
inoculate innocence in
children's choirs, our
expectations exceeded, our experiences
string us along, and strangles us subtly
Years of oppression and no revolt,
Continued sufferings of subtle minds,
I don't find girl rising!
Living in subjugation and cruel society,
Abused by her own beloved,
I don't see any girl rising!
Call for justice is far from cry,
Targeting her from every side,
I don't find any girl rising!
Awakening minds is the only tool,
Raise a voice against despotism,
Inoculate courage into the oppressed,
Sun will appear above the horizon,
Ascent with an active rebellion,
I can definitely see the girl rising !!
Form of poem is rhyme.
Written by Dr. Upma Sharma
June 2013
Awarded 1st place win
Entered for another contest
Awarded 10th place win
I like this poem because this is my first and only wish
to see the girl rising !
And I m absolutely hopeful for it will happen one day!
My doctor can't explain my feverish condition
That makes my heart stand still then suddenly take wing
Each time I get a kind of tingly premonition
That very soon it will be spring.
I see rainbows, but it's clear, the sun is shining;
I hear songbirds long before they start to sing.
Each passing cloud I see shows me its silver lining,
It's symptomatic every spring.
His diagnosis is I'm suffering from daydreams,
I'm like a puppet with no one to pull the strings.
No vaccination can inoculate 'gainst fey dreams,
So wait and see what tomorrow brings.
If I still feel the way that I do today,
He says don't worry, it will pass away.
Like a heat rash, it's a temporary thing.
So no prescription, just take two aspirins,
Get lots of rest, and he'll see me again next spring.
Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.
Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.
Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate.
Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
N/A for contest
Augenblicte
David J Walker
The flash frame scene
seemed to last
In a fevered forever
more than 50 years
beyond today's dawn
beyond a horizon that changes
without ever-changing places
and never aging faces
imprinted in vivid color
who says forever is never
and never-never happens
and never neverland
never lands
in the planned races and
planned spaces
faces extinction
the distinction is in
the same time frame
its twilight zone light
replaces convention
and might inoculate conviction
a golden sun sang low & slow
sad songs of convection
yesterdays reflection comes and goes
at night
and borrows against
tomorrows borrowed sunlight
I am bored with staplers,
Bored with broom-stick makers.
I'm bored with door-knobs
And I'm bored with small blobs,
Found in corners of walls
and too tall stalls in work
Places that blend boredom
With martyrdom and
Demonstrate as they
Inoculate that what you
Perform is part of the
Blessed Storm, or the
Whirling Machine, or
Everybody's Dream,
And you're not, and it's
Not, and they're not.
So be bored with the
Term "due diligence."
And be bored with the
"Rate of excellence."
And be bored with soft
Let-downs, and forced
Cackles and just finish
drawing that tree on the
Moon, which is the only
Thing you really wanna do
Right now. Or real soon.
“he astringed a vein in the loquacious tongue
- triggered plunger syringe needle and zaz...-
now see how this psychedelia is fleeting
and the silent world that in rainbows dissolves”
when and if you wanted to hide
the stings or dreams were like this
[this being one of other inapparent ways
to inoculate narcotics]
(people actually don't know
the paths of a map if they don't walk it)
people who are absent from themselves
lost by electronic platforms
inept and inania
ignore their core
because the organism stretches
as if all the members were
octopuses tentacular stems
but the world today is disenchantment
we are nanotragedy in microcosm
peddlers prostrate on ancestral rocks
mere distracted reptiles
disguised
dissolute
dysmorphic
dysphoric
dyslexics
distant.
If I was president I would teach all the prisoners to read.
form a committee of ten who had my back.
put cameras on every street corner so it would be more difficult to sex traffic
ask them to read my memos and decide how I should spend my afternoons.
follow their lead and take their advice
call up presidents, queens and kings and let them know I am friendly.
invite them to tea, but mention they have to wear two masks and a shield.
join the WHO if the last president was stupid enough to withdraw from it
form a task force to fix the water in Detroit and make sure it is fixed
abolish the Electoral College so we could be a democracy
fire the congressmen and senators who have been there since the Ice Age
make a rule whatever health program they had is good enough for the peons
get the ex-presidents to open clinics and inoculate everyone with the vaccine
make a law for year-round school, which would eliminate many bad teachers
go on television and ask everyone to donate their organs when they die
explain how many people this would help, and you cannot use them any way
instruct cities to plant communal gardens to feed the people who are hungry
give a dog to every child, even if their parents object.
give a grandma and grandpa to each child, even if I have to be that grandma.
declare myself queen on Wednesdays and do whatever I want allowing
the V.P. to be president one day a weeks which would be great practice.
Contest: If I was president
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Written 2/28/2021
Lines 21
Deaf lip readers
did you just listen to
another little White House lie
E coli
be bad, ghetto trickle down disease news:
empty purse ... blank bounced check
Pursed lips deleterious —
It’s the economy, stupid!
Happy Days for the hapless homeless
be recessive Recession
Sad Days for the evicted occupant
is dominant Depression
Eco lie
Sliced sound-byte white bread
buttered up real good
Empty promise humus money sandwich —
Phat wallets be lean
sawdust-cut paper wood
Feed the poor, parched souls
another little wet white lie
Watered down synthetic vow
Eco lie
Econ 101
Easy con
String attached dollar;
snatch it back, and listen to
the fleeced holla
One trick promise turn to zero
minus one
Dirty green pond flotsam
giving the bacterium sick kiss mono
Read his lips, taste the spit
E coli ... eco lie: easy con
E-con one zero one is voter poll sold plankton
This has always been fake prosperity headline news
to the ghetto wilderness earmuffed cormorants
Eco lie ... E coli
He con no me
E coli ... eco lie
It’s so hard for some to see
Eco lie ... E coli
Inoculate your mind or die
E coli ... eco lie
Mama and Papa didn’t raise no fool,
that be the cured truth why
ETERNAL SLUMBER
I'm Serving Savory Sacrifices of Soulful Songs,
Soundly Singing psalms so Sonorously:
So-fa-mi-ra-do,
Sweet Songs on my lips Staples,
So far my radio
Shook so many Tables
Souls Scintillatingly Trembles
As feets, mouths and hands Dabbles
Soul-prayerfully we stand so strong like Jambuls
Making my Mumble Mockers go Bunkers,
Mayhem Magnanimously, Murderously Making More Moaners
Including the Stalkers, Scorners and Spoilers,
Inoculate my jesters into the sleep ocean.
Pollute their Motion & Intention with slumbering Potion
Because no fusion to be awaken in life's institution,
Now look at them in their slumbering execution,
They are even doing choreography sleep!
Lol...Sheepishly taken astray like a Shaded Sheep
To be slaughtered by bounded brainstorming breezes, blowing,
Bellowing, bringing bed-time bruises, bad buddies broken,
Shaken, Sailing Straight into Solitary Severe Sleep instead,
Eternally Entangled into Ephemeral Everlasting End.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© 31st December, 2019.