Best Intelligible Poems
Lincoln never imagined
today’s white victim zeitgeist,
pouting persecuted supremacists,
their clenched jaws and fists.
Civil war rages in limbic memory.
Encoded somewhere,
the panic attacks and mirages.
Nobody is qualified because everybody is responsible.
So many whites have graduated from the struggle,
showcasing their diploma from the mill.
Lincoln never imagined
modern virtual vitriol,
merciless memes lashing out at specters,
infusing, inciting depravity among the sleep deprived.
These words are battleships aimed at the reviled.
The unshielded summon civility.
They beckon familiar principles.
But rabid cougars wait in hiding, eager to pounce.
All the feeble markets for platitudes have failed,
as subliminal cavities endure each generation.
Mental lynch mobs, rebel flags, supremacy’s utopia.
Lincoln never imagined
a 21st century cartoon president,
a white nationalist clicking social network epithets,
a whining overgrown tormenter
with a cult of Stalinist believers.
Where are the intelligible?
How is all this animated fury converted?
What is the lesson plan?
Who will bury the code?
How long this agonizing journey into normality?
Lincoln never imagined.
Published Tuck Magazine 04/ 2019
Categories:
intelligible, america, discrimination, freedom, hate,
Form:
Political Verse
Ms Flip-Flop, busted for plagiarism in her co-authored book in 2008 stealing texts almost verbatim from Wikipedia and other sources.
But the media still run cover for her.
Also plagiarised was a story she told of a childhood memory about when she was a child during the civil rights movement. Only problem is that she stole it from an interview that Martin Luther King gave in 1965.
But the media still run cover for her.
She hasn’t done a press conference in 87 days since she became the nominee because her handlers are terrified of her word salads. Like Joe, she can only speak from a prepared script.
But the media still run cover for her.
The media don’t fact check her because she’s one of them - a gigglin’ woke Trump deranged puppet of the radical left.
That’s why media run cover for her.
60 Minutes got caught editing her answers to make her seem intelligible to voters and are refusing to release the transcript of the interview. That’s election interference.
And so the media will do everything they can to get her elected.
You really think Putin and Xi and all the other dictators and despots of this world are scared of Kamala? You think Iran and Hezbollah and Hamas are shaking in their boots at the prospect of a Kamala presidency?
It’s Trump they fear!
You’ve been gaslit for long enough…vote wisely and vote often (just kidding, we don’t want a repeat of 2020).
Categories:
intelligible, america, political, truth,
Form:
Political Verse
Written from one's vivid imagination
Manipulation of intelligible communication
Enjoyed by lovers from every nation
Emotions from the heart that attempt to be understood
express many answers to circumstances as they should
Stimulates the sensitivity of those in the world
Intriguingly written offer knowledge
Art form of expression to inform
Some with vague meaning to enlighten one
To cause the mind to be in awe
unlimited ideas to say the least
Is food for thought better than a feast
Powerful revelations from within
Shared from the artist's heart
Some verses long many really smart
To appreciate work of clever content
A craft itself once read
For the moment will be time well spent
Categories:
intelligible, inspirational
Form:
Rhyme
Sunday morning tempted me out to the beach
As the sun tumbled down its' white warmth
Splashing glisters of light on the near flat water;
Paparazzi pools of a million flashbulbs.
The morning of the last day of the weekend
Tipping point between relaxation and drudgery
Hours of indulgence line up for their embrace;
Hip pockets of foreboding at their climax.
Early morning dog-walkers greet huskily
Willingly trapped in the endless cycle of pet love
A petrol blue Labrador bunkers about;
Unleaded freedom amongst the beach grass.
Turning, the old train line left-frames the scene
Coarse grass yields to sand and sea
Near distant the old village shop and pub;
Blytonesque imagery from my childhood.
Returning home to my lazy Sunday brunch
Coherent and intelligible thought pervades
Deliberations on tomorrows' toil dissipate
As I resolve to live in todays' jigsaw piece.
Categories:
intelligible, happiness, life, time,
Form:
Free verse
The 1AC is a shot in the dark.
When we use interrogative strategies
we create zones of visibility and possibility.
The potentiality for deliberation
towards a new politic.
The study of bare life signals
radical transformations;
The constitutive ambiguity of theory
is never clear-- is always double
Thinking of thinking;
A reflection that interrogates
the link between life and politics.
The relation between power
is complicated to consider.
The most authentic paradigm:
Sovereignty corresponds to ability
And ability not to be: a state of exception.
An act is sovereign when it realizes itself.
Bodies are made intelligible
through visibility and value.
When these components
are removed, what is left?
Operating in the shadows,
the truth often stays hidden
Fights break out like
“walking on minefields.”
Silently governed interests
implement policy which
silently neglect populations
further into the margins.
The bodies of the victims
emphasize this state of
exception making it more difficult
to identify, articulate and critique.
There are rare but significant attempts
to conceive the indistinguishably
between law and life.
Debate helps curtail individual power:
to shape behaviors and attitudes,
to be made visible and speak to the
systemic character of American injustice.
The possibility to fill the void
and mitigate impact of fighting.
Education can have a
dramatic impact. Mental
stimulation and meaningful
human interaction cause
social connection,
Zones of indistinction
regain the meaning they lost.
The key is to create alternative
conceptualizations of self
in relationship to others.
With broad political and social
movements standing behind,
uniting the call on the part of
democratic transformations.
Any radical change will be
more than cosmetic.
Young people now carry the banner
of struggle. Of democratic life.
A variety of discourses developed
to avert stemming the flow--
reverting to secrets we do not know.
Claiming that debaters can “solve”
by repeatedly rejecting and interrogating
the tradition is a key strategy in creating
new modes of being the secret to every exception.
How it unfolds remains to be seen.
Categories:
intelligible, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
some electrons have been here
since the beginning of time
electrons prove their reality
by making "Big Bang Theory" intelligible
by turning a subatomic nebula
into Sheldon Cooper's face
locked in Hare Krishna trance
living room of decadence
sinking into deep abyss
as our skill in physics soars
Categories:
intelligible, science, science fiction, technology,
Form:
Free verse
Imagine if at the drop of a hat,
You could become a cartoon
Sylvester the Cat,
Chasing poor little Tweety Bird,
Perhaps it sounds absurd
Or be Fred Flintstone or his friend,
Let’s just pretend,
I was Barney or Fred’s wife Wilma,
Back in the Stone Age era,
Or I really fancy good ol’ Bugs Bunny,
Being incessantly shot at by Elmer
Fudd, I wouldn’t feel that it was
eternally funny,
‘What’s up doc’ Bugs would say,
Every moment of every single day.
And of course, the beginning of
Cartoons with Mickey Mouse,
And his girlfriend Minnie, I wonder
Did she ever become his spouse.
Unforgettable Donald Duck
Who sometimes would show pluck
But lacked finesse and polish,
And never ceased to astonish
His audience who laughed at his
Semi-intelligible speech,
But how much each
One of us looked forward to time
In front of the telly, prime
Hour for adults and children alike,
Heading home on your bike,
To not miss a second, homework
Not yet done
For now, it was all about fun.
One of my favorites for absolute sure,
Was the Mad Hatter at his tea party
At whom Alice in Wonderland
Was a guest, and experienced first-hand,
What riddles were or were not about,
For without him, there would be no story,
And this famous fable would
Have lost it’s glory.
The road runner for me was a trifle
Boring, but his ‘beep, beep’ grew on me,
I ought to agree.
I could go on forever, and mention
Many a cartoon, but time to go
To sleep like Sleeping beauty,
And be awaken each morn
By my handsome prince who pampers
Me, for he believes I earn
An amazing aroma of fresh ground coffee
And interprets my cartoon dreams,
Into romance and a kaleidoscope
Of incredible themes!
Categories:
intelligible, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Do not Push It
I’m like horses do not like the wind today it is northerly and
the sun despite shining free of clouds cannot warm my chilled bones.
Horses turn their considerable behinds against the wind and keep
their heads low. My behind is skinny and does not protect my neck,
but a scarf does. I used to have strong fingers now they are thin look
like a Bangladesh river delta .And to think there was a time I laughed
at the face of frost and if needed would run bare chest across
the unfriendly of plains of opposite Poles, me, the leader of the pack
the man who once met Fidel Castro, a man of great dignity, but my
god he was boring, only had one subject---himself.
But I do deviate, I’m only an Argentinean horse adopted illegitimately by
a general major, his wife wanted a foal. The landscape now has hundred
colours of green but it worries me that if ISIS takes world power vines will
rot on my land and when they pass on their pick-up trucks I must wave
a black ,inartistic flag with intelligible writing on. My wife the practical one
will say: after the Islamists took power in Portugal my husband finally got
sober enough to be offered a job as an Imam.
Categories:
intelligible, age, allegory, allusion, boat,
Form:
Chastushka
Anyways, this fella an’ me, we were on a rhyme-spree.
“Bob, ” I asked, “to what now do you aspire?”
To which he replied, in a drawl slow as a wet week,
”A spire? A place no man can dwell”.
This was going to be a long ride, I could tell.
“No, Bob,” said I, wanting to make myself quite clear,
“what I mean to say is: where do you go from here? And
Not just in the geographical sense,
Though in that I have an interest as well.”
To which he replied most cryptically
“Interest compounds! Fate confounds!”
- a pronouncement with which I could not argue.
Not understanding its import in the least,
I just nodded as if to concur with this profundity
and once again ventured to elicit
an intelligible response to my enquiry, to wit:
what it was indeed that drove him onwards.
“What I mean to ask, Bob,
What it is I am seeking
Is simply to know where it is
You’re intending to go from here?”
To which he replied quite stridently
“I ain’t goin’ anywheres that I know of,
But you are surely welcome to string along.”
At this point I could not but help from thinking
That he was thinking this was a song.
“That I would very much like to do, Bob,
“And try to be good company.”
Straightaway I regretted my presumption
That I could be a welcomed
traveling companion of his.
“There’s no good company anymore,” he opined,
Pressing hard down on the throttle,
“we passed the last one way back a-piece –
Now kindly do pass me that bottle.”
Categories:
intelligible, fantasy,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Distant babble, a shout, an egg beater,
What does the clock say?
More noise, a dream dancing just beyond memory’s reach,
Where are my glasses?
6:45, no, 8:54
I found them on the sill.
Down one, then two floors,
The babble becomes intelligible.
Mom’s answering emails
Bob plays Toy Crush
I see Zac reading
Despite the lack of hush
Lydea and Becca make us pancakes,
No, it’s muffins that they make.
What kind is still in question
Because the batter isn’t done.
Violet yells at random people,
But she is only four.
She throws a yellow tape measure,
It skitters across the floor.
Haylee’s still asleep
How, I do not know.
But in her sleep she misses
What is going on below.
Dad is at the temple
Diligently serving God
He wants his family all to know
That his devotion is still strong.
Saturdays and family
Are pretty much the best.
Except for when my mom says
“Now clean up your huge mess.”
Still I wouldn’t trade them for the world
Though into it I’m being hurled
And when I think of imminent leaving
My heart in two is slowly cleaving
But it’s time to go
So they should know,
I’ll keep them close to me.
Categories:
intelligible, family, leaving,
Form:
Free verse
Intelliangelical state of mind/ state of shine
A Crooked cuffed commitment won't be my contentment
Time will tell truth
Proof it's in the put-in
Please no cardiac arrest in my thoughts
Brainwashed influence of the masses
seasoned leaves fallen, hearts lost and fall in apart
will never break my heart as a whole unified with my tax bracket .
Now how tragic
in order to be above the new order
just number 24 slam dunk on em like magic
As u develop your plot
I develop my system of thoughts
Create an intelligible system better the the system that's taught
Anticipating every action that is morally naught
Humanitarian king akhenaten feeling
Caused ameri-mirror modern slave Egypt
Got me utilizing every ability with edict
Categories:
intelligible, america, angel, blessing, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
The singularity of my voice,
Wailing out in this dark, wild, and philistine-infested wilderness
Today; Its uniqueness alone amongst several million babbling,
Balbutient tongues, and inked pens and platitude-riddled pages on blinking
Computer monitory screens,
The intelligible and the inane,
The incomprehensible and the uncomprehending:
The pretenders to literature's throne and the
Imposters of the immortals of poetry, drama, essay and fictive literature, as well as history and verse,
None of whose utter sublimity can these modern dolts and interlopers ever hope to assay.
He who writes these words with a swiftly flagging, already dying ember of hope,
Has cried aloud in the midst of all the untamed, inky wilderness
Almost all of his life and particularly has he done so over
The course of the past lustrum, and never once was
He heeded, this involuntary
Modern Jeremiah-
Yet, if I recall my scripture aright, initially as did Jonah,
He did not wish the task, either:
That task with which the Lord charged and tasked him.
3. Though the age of the razor has for much more than an epoch,
And more like a century, been upon us, yet its mastery in
These times seems to have departed, like chaff upon the blowing wind.
Where is the clean and well-shaven face?
Where is the clearing, the meadow in all this wilderness of unkempt, untamed facial fur?
What ancient Jewishness has enthralled man so that now he
Daily practices the dubious art of the bearded?
Of all the multitudinous arts, precepts, practices,
Tenets, manners, and accouterments of the archaic Judean:
Many moral, upright, righteous and uniquely salutary:
Why has only the one betokening only the densely furred face
Has modern man sought to assay?
Even the author of this poetic, parodic
Jeremiad, even he, who is in fact I;
I say even he has felt the furry, follicular,
Hirsute hordes encroach full upon and in beleaguering it,
Make invasive inroads upon his Grecian deific countenance.
And aye, even that of his father's too....
ANd virtually every other man he knows,
About whom is this screed against shearing indolence, grooming sloth being written.
Categories:
intelligible, april, arabic, art, assonance,
Form:
notification of fire evacuation
slated to occur
April 12th, 2018 (between the hours
of 9:00 am and 12 pm) did spur
me to validate Google asper,
that direct object heave ving,
pro noun sub bull, verb bose,
ingenious American historical figure
attired in tailored clothes
careful sans his just keen
liberal mien pro
claiming necessity to doze
when body politik
didst need restorative source
analogous to drained battery expose
zing lack of electricity
mechanisms need did tubby supplied
(in one direction) flows
accorded stealing thunder and lightening
from Zeus where prominence glows
vis a vis via leaving
his tell tale fingerprints
upon flame inextinguishable hose
imprimatur of renown Founding Father,
a one man gifted born
improved quality of life
during Colonial American stage
buttressing forlorn
during his deux score and four years
fledgling United States heed add horn
bequeathing blueprints
(functional contraptions,
posthumous patents procured
after populace did mourn
gadgets kickstarting leveraging more novel
Ongepatshket prescience,
quietly revolutionary,
strikingly timesaving),
utilitarian value shorn
tattered stitched timeless totemic tenets torn
unimagined visionary watershed worn,
where underworld webbed wide world burned
with thermal coupling that churned
ferocious infernos
describing how Hades learned
tubby managed
to maximize efficiency
zealousness zeroed Zyder Zee
in said Netherlands
and hellish hot house turned
into a near utopia (More
or less nsync) with Doubting Thomas's,
where many mortals yearned
to escape corrupt fat cats, sans
those condemned to mortality
found minimally a mew
zing, and doggedly trudged 10,000 leagues
under the sea, entombing
jewels for vernacular speaking Josephine shew
wing scars from fire
that threatened Philadelphians thorough
lee hence, forcing many civilians
to dive vining Davy Jones's locker pre view
in 1736 after swallowing embalming fluid
ha I did "FAKE" you
tubal heave poetic pablum from human zoo!
Categories:
intelligible, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
The great tribulation of Jesus Christ as a son of man on
Earth and a son of God in heaven. The prophesy of
God fulfill on the cross. The debt of sins paid by the
Blood of Jesus Christ, image of a man.
The infinite God of the universe came down from heaven to
The debt of the world. He gives justice to the sins of
The sinners to save the whole world. He suffered and died,
Buried and raised from the dead. His death guarantees
Forgiveness and eternal life. God became visible and
Intelligible to us. “ Oh come let us adore him Christ our
Savoir and Lord “. He makes things beautiful,
According to his mercy He saved us. The nail pierced
Hands of Christ reveal the love filled heart of God.
He carry the sins of the world on the cross, He punished by
Men beaten and sorrowful, every single stroke of various
Object use to beat Him causing a lot of His severe pain,
Wounded and painted body with blood.
The anxiety of the body is given in to emotion by pain.
The man put the hard substance forming a crown to
His head that makes Him feel uncomfortable.
The blood comes out to His head running
Down to His eyes through His face freely.
The anxiety of His body, muscle and vein broken and
Damage, so merciful! On the rough road way
He walks carry the cross beaten many times repeatedly,
The men laughing again and again and spatted him.
So strong pain, deep, through His senses image of a man.
On the cross, His hands and feet nailed, trembling His
Whole body deeply pain, the blood flowing every beaten
Stroke force of the hammer to His soft part of the body
Through His muscle and vein wounded. The bloods carry on
Struggling pain coming here and then to His flesh.
His breath fades away. An awful suffering of Jesus Christ,
His uttermost being, whispering to His spirit to go on,
Saying, “Father, why you just forsaken me... forgive them for
They didn't know nothing“, in your hands, I offer my spirit.
The word became flesh, we victorious because of His cruel
Dying on the cross. Hosanna in the highest! Praising you
Oh God in heaven and on earth.
The heaven open and the angels of God ascending and
Descending upon the son of the father in all His deity.
©Jocelyn Dunbar
2 April 2004
12: 30 PM
(My tears freely flowing down while I am writing this poem long time ago)
Categories:
intelligible, inspirational,
Form:
Verse
The contradiction of the rager
So youthfully endowed with unpleasantries
Of a child-man high in cumulus clouds
Stratospheres of anger that rain
Down like spoiled fruit
Falling from the rotten vine
Futures of grandeur, illusions of manhood
Snuffed out by his own created prison
Keep on poor unloved wretch
Held too little in drunken mothers’ bosom
Does this pain, the soulful pain, so selfish
Have bad dreams, can’t walk away
From a life being destroyed
While looked upon by passer-byes
In awe of intelligible language
Lack of tangible mind
Showing deep-seeded ignorance
God’s forgotten creature
Does man, woman or angels cry
For such a broken psyche
We coax you to depart
Back to the toxic womb you were bore
I effuse my delicate sensibilities
With my ears shattered by the jagged
Plaintive noise that I can bear no more
Categories:
intelligible, anger, psychological,
Form:
Free verse