Best Inveigh Poems
Faceless Fear
Inside of me there haunts to be, a pain that never seems to go away,
Within a darkened room, of a dismal day...
Hell compounds and will confounds, my demons come out to play,
Within a darkened tomb, I faintly pray...
Help me, Lord, for I’ve cut the cord, my shifting spirit has gone astray,
A fateless fetus fume, the unborn made of clay...
Wasted years of tormented tears, progressions of my punitive pay,
Within a woeful womb, a distant dormant stray...
For fear has no face only a place, in my mind a weighted weigh,
A deceitful doom, within a guilted gray...
The fear of losing love with a shattered shove, an enigmatic inveigh,
Where the Jackals loom, a wandering decay...
The fear of losing mind only to blind the only thoughts that I portray,
Thus my fear abloom, a bereaved bouquet...
A faceless fear my soul to steer, the inner wounds need to convey,
In my darkened room of my dismal day.
Sept.14.2017
Fear II
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Memory is my fading friend
of millennial days transpired—
faithful scribe and guardian
who measured mercy and intent
and gauged love’s joyful glint—
yet never turned from rutted path
when sorrow’s specter, tinged
in mottled shades of gray and black,
sought only to inveigh.
Dissembled memories puzzle,
viewed dimly from afar—
where motes of recollection dust
swirl in thoughtless disarray.
I stepped within to query,
asked what’s to be done,
but rueful silence was
the sole reply of ones
not only deaf but mute.
Then appeared a trove of treasured books,
pages crisp and white, without a crease—
gatherings firm, oblivious of age.
I lightly touched the gilded words,
their selfsame title: Wisdom: Gift of Time;
the Author’s name was mine.
I nodded, smiled and then withdrew
aware at once of where I was,
secure in all I knew.
1st Place, Portrait of a Poet, Gautami, Phookan
They go on the attack and inveigh.
Hear the gasp and the utter dismay!
we try hard not to laugh
when they commit each gaffe
No rewind. no delete. no delay.
What I seek from you can not be found,
Its an overbooked story with an aim too high,
A dream too hopeful to overcome your lie,
Written in tears meant to salt the ground.
Would be better to un-leave the thought,
In a drawer of old combs and paperclips,
To let banalities speak instead of lips,
Or would that be to quit love on the spot?
Indeed there’s a place so far away inside me,
Its energy bears no visible ripples,
Yet by magic it wills the force of every pulse,
Which blazes the world I want to see
If an ideal is something to lunge for,
Then reality is the teacher who scores your mark,
When virtue’s eye has a shadow in the dark,
It’s time to pack your bags and say no more.
Still, there are hold out reasons to keep it going,
We can center this thing if we believe enough,
The world needs a steer man to clear the bluff,
When alone don’t look, just keep busy rowing.
Should I practice giving up on subtleties?
For surely the difference it makes to embrace
A dream worth dying for and just being another place,
Is the canyon between comfort and what God sees.
The wolves of my imagination are philosophers,
Their oath of silence an oasis of faith,
In meaning beyond their sturdy race,
Woodnotes composed, a hymn to see the dangers.
I marvel at what I believed in yesterday,
Yet more marvelous be it to outlast,
The countless burdens from the past,
Whose evidence, faithfully, I refuse to inveigh.
She the alpha to he the loyal male,
Through the snow with grace does glowing go,
Twice the price to pave for a mate in tow,
Priceless is the light love does entail.
A source of anguish is the unsettling distance,
Between the what my daily breath reaches for,
And the cold your eyes do hold in store,
Resilience, my friend, my nightly utterance.
What I seek from you only I can make,
I stand to myself as one to one does multiply,
For only I can choose to pain reply,
By the choice of dignity and dignity’s wake.
There's A Pedophile In The House...
(ah...ah...ah...ham eye white...???)
OMG,... and he looks...
SAY WHAT??? just like me???,...
absolutely NO WAY!!!,
would this sensitive,
respectful, "FAKE" veejay
quiet-natured, mindful,
loving, kind, underplay
justice invoking, hew today
mainly, gentle, friendly, "I say"
enlightened, democratic chap redisplay
any besotted abominable,
blamable, culpable, quay
esse chin hubble
despicable, execrable prey
dot door formidable,
inhospitable...overplay
ying faux indulgent,
NOR be mistaken
to assay, betray, convey,
display, expressway more fay
writ his'm to
gainsay hearsay, inveigh
jaw dropping "FAKE"
yuge weak accusations
(by a long shot), sans
basket of conspiring deplorables
attempting to assassinate
bigly believe me tubby "stupid"
winning loser to berate,
who doth unequivocally create
mine substantial vocabulary rumor,
versus 4th grade reading level
trumpeting librettist - thee great
test Don Quixote
(as falsely sung with hate
full sotto voce), and ramped up
as ill suited mate
a minus [sic] zero moron,
which doth hapt
tubby incredibly tremendous
disservice to bona fide classy idiots
with a lot of money
(like the millions and billions
of my golfing confrères)
given bent iron golf clubs
used by crooked Hillary,
when former Secretary of State
ideal for Putin on the Ritz
by far less exciting, with
Bill Clinton's flirtatious flits
trained pudenda purse
sin null property
of intern (NO FALLACY)
topped as southern delicacy dish
consume mated with buttered grits
pricked prurient peccadilloes licks
suddenly recalling seminal kicks
starting, how with Little Rock kits
he received assistance,
sans starts and fits,
eventually then nubile
ingenue Monica Lewinsky
called time out, cuz at her wits
end once assisting helping
express his "naughty bits,"
when done completing
cum mincecd secrete mission
blue dress draped
expensively furred
(i.e. tricked out) in her
"FAKE" minx hiding
sable animal spirits,
when animal rights
activists vehemently protested
out-coming result
slapping former president
with a PETA file.
At times, she is pleasant. Other times, she broods.
Mother Nature has many, ever-changing moods.
How will the lady be acting today?
What can we expect on this summer day?
Will she bless us with sunshine, or inveigh?
As a mere mortal, I cannot say.
There may be weather as pleasant as can be.
Things can start being hot and sultry.
Without warning, she unleashes her fury.
The wind kicks up to a ferocious velocity.
Some dark, ominous clouds stretch across the sky.
Loud thunder I hear, lightning I see with my eye.
Anytime, a vehement summer storm can begin.
Is the lady paying us back for our sin?
An Eight Inch Rain
(is enough to make a man say,
“hey, what’s the deal”)
Miracle Man
5-13-2022
In tornado alley it’s our season for storming,
the adept will declare, “more global warming”.
I awoke this morning to thunder’s rumble,
sleep time was mostly just turn and tumble.
Last week saw an eight inch rain in one day,
and against the flooding I began to inveigh.
But in the near future lies summers drought,
and once again I’ll inveigh, rant and shout.
Though I rant and whine until my face is pale,
It’s God who’s controlling each minute detail.
Grass
A Man of discernment the grass he gazes
With invariable appetite as a cow that grazes;
Grass in plains meanders with admiration,
And up the hills in its converse undulation-
He’s green, not with envy, but admiration!
The Idiot who laid a carpet, forgetting grass
His mind is dowdy and his brain has no mass
Who would dare bestow him worthy hugs
Who defiled the Soccer Pitch with shop tugs
Who killed Nature whilst in pursuit of rugs?
Green veldt, green courtyard; green, green
Green is life; where green is there’s no spleen.
Should distance of a kilometre grass you eat
Chances are that, should you survive the feat,
All ailments you’ll be cured once and neat!
Should we not eat grass- listen to the murmur-
To savour its natural taste and green glamour;
We better adore, stop to inveigh or to boast
In white milk we drink and meat we roast
Grass daily fills our stomachs with the toast?
***Inspired by the beauty and surreal view of a freshly mowed lawn.
JM
24th Nov’ 2013
Rome wasn't built in a day
Mexicans like saying "Ole!"
If your horse eats nothing but hay
Teach him how to order on e-Bay
While terriers put sugar in their 'tay'
Cigarette smokers should use an ashtray
People say every dog has his day
Though I was told that crime doesn't pay
First April showers, then come what May
In life one's gotta find his own way
A voice vote's always a yea or a nay
It's lonely tonight -- Won't you stay?
When you're older, your hair might turn gray
Every knight needs some dragons to slay
If a soldier won't enter the fray
Against him will a nation inveigh
On her tuffet, Little Miss Muffet ate whey
When a donkey's upset, it'll bray
In Puerto Rico how those palm trees do sway
Now the sun's out: Go catch a ray
Do you remember when happy meant 'gay'
And nursery school age kids used to play?
From the path it's far too easy to stray
~ Life's choices please carefully weigh!
(any resemblance to the following and
living persons iz purely coincidental)
Family, friends, and
strangers didst weep
when my brutally
murdered gagged and
bound distended corpse
put to eternal sleep
unbeknownst to homicide deep
pill lore hubble
killer, said murderer,
would sow what he did reap
on the deadly war holy jeep
purrs, cow path
this angry ghost
effortlessly held scented rag
to choke, a keep
sake squeezing out breath
from my corporeal flesh
with maggots didst creep
still adrip when bled,
to death, now enshrouded
in black hoodie,
and scythe leant lee
cackled with grateful dread
enroute to pay the
killer man moments ago
took hoof on
horse back fled
in hot pursuit destination,
albeit unknown,
yet aye twill find
trumpeting psychopath,
and quickly dismember
off with his head,
thus equipped with
keen bloodhound find
ding needle in hay
stack instinctive second nature
vengeance casually,
I hapt lee ghoul
lucky did allay
fresh trail scented out lay
boring haphazard way
word ness after gray
beard i.e. yours
truly he did slay
no matter wiseacre, may
be goot headstart, said jay
bird haint gonna
be twittering furlong,
cuz tell trail (and tail) flay
ming signs, he didst betray
noon the wiser hoo ray
bethought to brush
meticulously (cover) tracks
over most likely today
will merely (and merrily delay)
this phantom of neigh (nee)
and dearth all giving away
hideout, now tis
my turn, I didst inveigh
asper his final "say"
perhaps with ghost to
(gusto) hollering as no weigh
to hex press me excitement
thrusting sword
into his heart yay!
I Fret the Holiday Season
I invited it in:
insipid, insidious
holiday hoopla;
and now rue
my indolent heart
As time escapes
I inveigh aloud
a tirade of syllables
that berate my
immutable,
irascible self
I pine for insouciance,
iniquitously doled
to some
not to others,
and wear the ignominious
crown, self-bestowed
upon my head:
“Intransigent Queen.”
I’ve only myself to blame.
Joseph Robinette Biden
now commander in chief yay
manning ship of state
tossing anchors aweigh
heavily pierced tattooed
donning sheepish pirate(s)
at heady roiling waterway
fending off trolling rapscallion
much more thrilling
than watching cabaret
January twenty first two thousand
twenty one marks his first full day
wherein Oval Office finally
flushed, ousted, and zapped,
whose paternal ancestry
begat genealogical linkedin émigré
name unknown, nevertheless
one Johann Trump born within
Bobenheim am Berg, a village
in Palatinate, Germany circa 1789
moved to nearby village of Kallstadt
where his grandson, Friedrich Trump,
the grandfather of Donald Trump,
born in 1869 gamboled
upon grassy fairway
whereby grandson notorious
to grandstand and gainsay,
but especially renowned
windblown coiffure
kept intact courtesy "fake" hairspray
said product he did fulminate
against and inveigh,
cuz he envied (as does yours truly)
the trademark thatch sported by J.F.K.
At long last, a stalwart adept candidate
unwittingly saddled
with onerous figurative freight
COVID-19, homelessness, joblessness
sober statistics impossible mission to inflate,
whose physique slender and lightweight
boot pulleys and levers of power
he quite savvily can operate
personable and suave demeanor doth resonate
allowing, enabling, and providing
law and order to materialize,
and accomplishments downplayed
(unlike previous commander in chief)
whose braggadocio would never underrate.
Concern still prevails
regarding that woman user
egging fascistic paramilitary
white supremacist ilk
twittering as a digital schmoozer
hell bent on sowing anarchy,
cuz other Democratic contestant
did not defeat
soured at prospect their man beat
(him - who shall not be named again
ranks as a sore loser)
nevertheless, an oafish shill bruiser.
If prognostications allowed me,
at bedtime, when a supine American,
one garden variety and generic
sleepy Joe among madding crowd
will experience glee
at prospective buoyancy, decency,
fraternity, harmony, jollity, levity,
nobility, prosperity, serenity, tranquility...
wishing no ill will toward
former forty sixth president.
I
When I breathe my last and my soul finds its path back to whence it came
and my lifeless body is lowered
beneath the earth to my resting place
and a stone is set over me
encrusted with endearing evocations,
I shall not tarry one more Night;
even though the mourners mourn beyond consolation
and in spite of all those forlorn tears,
I shall depart still…
Weep not for me, I go in peace.
II
When you pass by my tomb, do not cast a scornful gaze at me
I was fair to all:
the rich and the poor I served from the same cup
I withheld not a penny of the weak, nor
did I seek to inveigle into my neighbour’s wife
or chattel; nor chased the needy away from my doorstep…
Do not inveigh against me,
the labourer deserves his wages; and so did I…
I await my judgement day.
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
goods put on layaway
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
Samson reborn within
brand name garden variety
twentieth century *****sapien
hirsute trademark characteristic
electrified, empowered, enamored
mirrored reflection validated
substantial flowing luscious tresses
superseded body, mind, and spirit triage
prioritized as most significant
constituent essence passively
potently, pronouncedly exemplified
declaration of independence
against parental United Kingdom
first impression evoked
heavy metal musician,
this then skinny prepubescent lad
who doth sing a poor tune
easily mistaken androgynous
long haired pencil necked geek
weathered cruel barbs
harriedly styled swiftly tailored
disproportionately relegated hirsute
feature length non "FAKE"
real McCoy adorning
all important Hatfield resident
effectively far fetched
gloating prized hair him,
despite primitive diatribes
courtesy loving "mom,"
she did vociferously inveigh
vouchsafed to schtup
ample legal tender,
all to no avail
then authoritarianism tactics resorted,
I lacked chutzpah to vent anger,
plus self confidence
to vamoose voluntarily negligible,
unnecessary insufferable expletives
out the mouth of she...,
who birthed sole son
passively resistantly intractable
demure, meek, resilient...
even decades later
vicious lashings still affect me
analogous black barbs
digging deep into psyche
diminution allotted thinning hair
absent male pattern baldness...,
I surmise to attribute
senescence the culprit.