Best Justifications Poems
Hear the screams in the night, they are shattering
moonlight breaking, reverberating, splattering
Down the hall, she feels so small, cradled by the dark
blood red like roses are finger petaled swelled slap marks
Makeup smears with tears like a clown in a funhouse mirror
With a voice of a mouse in a barefoot house, no one hears her
Body is sore she explores all the aching joints and pain
replaying the nightmare she steers through the shame
And the stories of "if only's" are jokers justifications
A marionette that never forgets the devils grin
This endless circle like the phases of the showoff moon
comes the ride of the tide the anger drowns her too soon
Licking wounds she is a submissive to the open hand
convincing her legs she is too weak to ever self stand
But she whispers "heaven help me" as closes her swollen eyes
raw throat choked she prays to God to let her die
Hear the prayers in the night, they are streaming
shackle freeing, hope believing, promise keeping
Just listen.
Categories:
justifications, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”
The 'umbilical cord',
hereby symbolic,
its severance
where
initiated,
a soul of three,
and then much more.
Growing up was an
in-depth shared
furtherance,
whereupon,
directives were encountered,
either embraced or tossed aside.
Time and again, instant moments,
encouraging considerations,
imbued ponderance,
whereto,
we tether ourselves
to a sizeable pole of justifications.
Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's,
intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up,
choice batters about a pole that remains,
until life expectance,
leans awkward,
wherefore
for time indulgence,
slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor,
for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority.
All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent
taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment
significance tallies the hours near,
wherein
one now realizes that time is fleeting,
wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while.
At that instant, open their eyes
and see the poles that are
standing around them
bedside so they can
measure their
worth truly.
Where
we mete
out ourselves
to whom we truly
Blessed Assurance.
Categories:
justifications, allusion, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form:
Concrete
At The Footbridge
Two Armies
One shoots off another salvo
The other fires back with gusto
Each offended
At the aggression of the other
At the footbridge
Foot soldiers die
In agony you hear them all bloodied, cry
War is a must and you wonder why?
Kings collect gold
Queens their ladies in waiting
Castles must be filled
With linens and fine silver laden
All with justifications
For the death of serfs and those of the invasion
Categories:
justifications, art, gothic, philosophy, religious,
Form:
Free verse
Flawless love,
Flawless assurance,
Flawless deliverance,
All without money,
All like honey,
Better than any.
Flawless love,
Flawless corrections,
No manipulation,
No distraction,
No commotions,
Plenty of emotions,
Nice justifications.
Flawless love,
Taking away diseases,
The captives he releases,
Never friendly with sickness,
Never! yes never reckless,
He gives salvation to those he fore knew.
Categories:
justifications, faith
Form:
Rhyme
You came in from the cold to warm my life,
a beating heart resuscitating my imprisoned soul –
bringing colour to the palette of my life.
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
I was your oasis in the wasteland,
a drink of cool water in the burning sands –
quenching your heart.
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
The waves of existence lashed against our fortress,
determined to erode the foundations set in love –
and carved in the bark of our hearts.
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
Us, two against the world, we faced it all and even more,
nothing could divide us – tear us apart…
but you did! From the inside out, you broke us!
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
Ripped at the seams, what was once is no more,
the essence of us left to bleed – to flow red into the sand…
Sacrifices, compromises, choices made meant nothing, even though
I gave you me, all of me… all for you
You caused my soul to bleed because of your selfish deceit,
the secrets you kept exploded into the light – searing the truth that I wasn’t enough…
Excuses, justifications, waterlogged reasons couldn’t hide the fact
that it was all about you, just you… all for you
So here we are, broken but not beaten,
the page has turned and a new chapter opens up –
new possibilities, horizons to be chased, a new yellow-bricked road to follow
because you finally realised… all for you
Time heals all wounds they say, but we will never be what we were,
facts have to be faced and decisions made –
and one day you will turn to me, really look at me and say…
I’m here, all of me… all for you
Copyright Deon J.H. Burger 2016
Categories:
justifications, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
Admirable Almights all I ask appreciatively allow me to attain,
be beyond bourgeois breeding ballads for the brain.
Create colloquialisms that cast competently into chimeras,
directing dramatists with doubtful determinations to
delightful dactylic discriptions.
Edible expressions that exite eyes and ears,
by freely forming a firm fire you'll flog any frigid forlornness fear.
God glorifies the good, my given gift Godsent thee,
my hardihood's husky, heart hungover with honesty.
I inscribe impenetrable insights, my individuality's
inanimate without improvisation,
other jaws jabber jargon jokingly, my journalistic journey's
like Jesus's justifications.
I know to keep with Christ a close kinship,
lie low then leap to light life is limited.
Maturing moderately I molded motives to mentally
manufacture music,
now naturally notions are necessary, abnormal novelistic natuarlist.
It's obvious this optimist ovulates obscure poetic offsprings,
perception pastel's perfectly personify the pen pusher's
potentcy passionately.
You're quasi qualified like Franz Kafka no question,
respectable written reflection ramble rampant even while resting.
Some scorn and show sentiment towards sonnets I've
scriptured successfully,
the toungue-tied troubadour tallies towering totals of
synchronized terms intentionally.
My untimatum is ultimately unrivaled when using unbreakable
utensils,
my voice vibrates vigorously, visionary with a victorious view.
Why waste what you wrote, wake up, wonder in a writer zone,
poems have vibes like a xylophone.
Heart young, yearn for God 365 times a year,
my zodac is wrong, attitude zealous.
Categories:
justifications, art, confusion, family, imagination,
Form:
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the sighted. not to see the hunger
Of their own brethren.
To the question of tolerance. I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the wealthy, not to aid the poor.
By extending a helping hand of comforts aid.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The physically strong and sound of mind and body,
Unwilling to accept the different or physically
Handicapped.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of the stone throwers, whom judge
Others without truths evidence or justifications guilt.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of racism, inequality by skin tone
And ethnic origin.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of those whom believe their faith is
Superior, condemning all others because they believe
Definitely.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of malices hatred of those whom,
Chose to be different, in dress, lifestyles or sexual
Orientation.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of a soldier's courageous heart, to brave forward,
Against overwhelming odds, even though it places
Many innocent lives in harms way.
To the question of tolerance, I do so tolerate,
The ignorance of mankind to destroy their own
Environment, leaving nothing left for the
Future generations to exist upon.
To the question of tolerance, I do tolerate all of this,
For I am the creature known as humanity,
And I have yet to learn from my own mistakes.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
justifications, bullying, discrimination, fear, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
My overcast mood broods. In a mental melee
across my mind’s skies, as far as the eyes can see,
maddened crowds of electrically charged thought-clouds prey
seized negative space surrounding the heart of me.
Across my mind’s skies as far as the eyes can see
brain-storms rise in cumulonimbus angst, roaming
seized negative space surrounding the heart of me
with flashing lightning jags. I seethe in my gloaming.
Brain-storms rise in cumulonimbus angst - roaming.
Blowing the chastised chasms of my blackened mind
with flashing lightning jags - I seethe in my gloaming
under dark emotions thundering and squall-lined.
Blowing the chastised chasms of my blackened mind,
‘I-should-have-known-better’ flared-up winds are fuming
under dark emotions thundering and squall-lined
seeking to shred your justifications looming.
I should have known better! Flared-up winds are fuming...
Maddened crowds of electrically charged thought-clouds prey
seeking to shred your justifications. Looming,
my overcast mood broods in a mental melee.
Susan Ashley
April 14, 2018
Categories:
justifications, analogy, anger, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Pantoum
Sweet Jane,
The essense of euphoria, cloud
of confusion
Fooled by your seductions,
indulge in delusion
You betray me,
Trading blissful thoughts you
gave me, for Will
My best friend I knew forever,
and still
Eyes Bloodstained in pain, and
raging until
Sweet Mary,
You carried me away from fury,
from Ill,
in the moment,
Take Me
To the time I spent with you,
dimes I spent on you,
In anguish, when the pollute
clears, I can see and hear,
but only to know, the time I've
wasted
years we've embraced,
Monopolized my night and day
for your own snakish
intentions..
What Trickery..
Though, instead of resistence
and bickering,
I kiss your wet lips, as you dry
mine
The Stress lifts,
Self-realization hits,
the cause of anxiety, and mass
ambition
The Irony,
Our relationship seems to be
teeming/teaming with irony
You Stand for rebellion, but you
enslaved me
Through, at first through lustful
gazing,
Set akindle blushes to your
face,
and to my amazement,
Through pre-adolescent stages,
and justifications,
Became an arranging of a
forbidden engagement,
Between a boy and lady,
Manipulative of love and time..
A Boy's mind..
..One last time...
I Say,
After I set Astray,
To count the days, before I
greet,
Mary Jane.
Categories:
justifications, abuse, confusion, emotions, first
Form:
Free verse
Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Quail not at Death’s door if you wrought no wilful harm
Should turning back in vengeance be the Dead Man’s qualm
Though even as the end nears the comfort of proffered pardon
Will in no way replace the sacrifices to expunge the burden
Sure everyone wreaks harm by chance or through ignorance
During those moments when control depends on circumstance
The way the chips fall is not a matter for individual call
Is not that the way centillions of quarks knock into it all
Do the Dead turn back to set right their splintered houses
Or do the worlds keep spinning guided by original causes
Tell not the man whose wits desert him what’s really wrong
The punishment the Dead incur is a judgement well foregone
He who turns self-righteously around to avenge or to meddle
To set right the world’s injustices in the Manichean treadle
Might earn himself a life’s sentence to roam all over again
Dead people walking numb through friendless terrain
All they may be able to do is to warn you of a fiddle
Of some danger sapping your strength the key to a riddle
Even if friends and relatives who betrayed your confidence
Will cling to spurious justifications ever through repentance
Think not of the lives milling lost in the neck of your clouds
Is there no end to ramifications vilifications in livelihoods
Do the Dead take along with them the history of their lives
And in which distant sibling planet are they stored in archives
If only it were as easy as to look up and wish them all away
What good can this earth be with us all dead in it anyway
Bickering for pieces of molten land pieces of names in decay
Metals and rock on fire hurtling down minuscule Milky Way
What need has the Maker for such a vast and roving Empire
Even children give up playing with trains and coaches on fire
Do the Dead renew passports before entering galactic spaces
Or do they coddle up in comfort in inalienable birth-places
Wouldn’t our world be some thing else but for this baffling secret
The foregone fate of earth-born gods if it weren’t for this regret.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
justifications, death, planet,
Form:
Elegy
Blames and allegations
Conceited self-admiration
Habitual fabrications
Never ending Justifications
Maligning reputations
Backbiting and deceptions
Derogatory manifestations
Avoiding responsibilities, remembering dispensations
Friendships and betrayals
Unjustified humiliations
Killing exasperations
………………………..
This needs proper clarifications
We need moral and ethical upgradation
Focus and proper determination
Instead of shortcuts and distractions
This world is one and we have beautiful relations
Empathising and developing patience
What we are is our creation
Education inspires aspiration
Life is a pledge, we are not on vacation
Race is not just about directions
4/3/2019
Categories:
justifications, character, cheer up, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
In The Garden of Evil
(Apropos the New World Creation)
See-sawing along
the shores of life,
gazing upon
the reflecting light,
we grasped
keloids of memories—running.
And like fishermen of food,
we webbed together
the broken pieces of history
and casted our nets into the sea:
into the sea of perseverance—
Catching hope; harnessing redemption.
Running.
The word remains
mightier than the sword;
spiriting into being
in the space that gave birth
to time; manifesting circadian
rhythms of life.
Man, cocooned
in the Garden,
sought light;
the serpent showed
a flash—a streak of power:
in the image of,
became insufficient. Then a Pompeii
spark and all hell broke loose. But
ashes have a kind of Phoenix entity
that teases with spiraling smoke
of resurrection. Old seeds germinate
and grow new beginnings.
Out of the chaos of the inequality
of serfdom and royalty,
ships sailed upon the wrinkles
of ocean waves—ironing
creases to Middle Passage overtures
of an American symphony
that would scar the history
of so-called civilized humanity.
Neither new nor strange,
but peculiar became the systematic
dawning of a creation
that only man could bring
into being and sustain with evil
mythological justifications
of suffering’s redemptive nature.
America the beautiful: new
Adams and new Eves;
New World beginnings—
snakes slithering in the grass.
Categories:
justifications, allegory, analogy, betrayal, imagery,
Form:
Narrative
My sadness looks much like your sadness I suspect,
And most do not see the difference in my smile
Because my soul is too frozen these days
To even feel my own emotion
Let alone find the heart
To really empathize with others.
Those leaders who refuse to compromise,
Think that their way is the only Right way, that
Politics, respect for one’s brother has become sin,
I thank you for teaching me to hate all you stand for,
For showing me that true evil is alive and well.
There is no benefit of the doubt for anyone
Who does not vote with other lemmings,
As they goose step like the little fascists they are,
Christ killers all, so fearful of God’s judgement
That they would crucify Christ all over again,
To protect themselves from the enigma
Of God’s Grace, from salvation in Christ’s blood.
I am sick to death of your hypocritical smugness,
Of your self-serving Biblical justifications for selling
Your own flesh and blood into slavery in Egypt,
Of your willingness to see your own daughters
Die of cancer someday as your judgement
That their God given sexuality is a mortal sin,
Of your belief that your interpretation of the Bible
Is Gospel, and God himself needs fear your judgement.
My brothers, I fear deeply for your souls,
Do not judge but suggest that you are
Your own worst enemies.
If every man is a sinner, and falls short of God’s glory,
If you are ordered by the Bible to witness
To the fallen, and thus be open to being witnessed to,
If any of this convicts you of the evil that lives in you,
I would invite you, my brother,
To discuss this with me over lunch
Sometime in the very near future.
Brian Johnston
February 9, 2016
Categories:
justifications, life,
Form:
Free verse
Don't weep for me
i will be fine and strong.
when it rain i will be fine,
when the sun shine i will be fine.
i look unto God for my survival.
Men can fail and trample upon me if hope on,
But God never fail thousand times.
He alone knows my story and tribulations
in the hands of Destiny and faith.
As i am being drag to the dungeon
With this black maria painted hatred and sorrow,
I know i will be fine in the middle of the night
when human voices shall be no more but
that of howl hunting human souls.
Look not the blood tears gushing down from my eyes,
Truth shall reveal itself after many hearing.
Don't weep for my honour nor for my glories,
weep not for my life nor for my sorrow,
i will be fine in good justifications
Take care of my wife and mother as i go.
Bear up my children in your hands.
They are my gold and my future,
when i am no more.
Tell Ozuruonye not to cry, all depend on God.
Advice Kambili never to give up on her dreams.
let her strike while the iron is still hot.
Warn Onye to take responsibilities of his younger ones.
if tomorrow never comes, tell my children that i love them.
Tell them how i was humiliated and battered in my innocence.
and warn them to be wearing of humans.
Dear friend, weep not i be fine.
Categories:
justifications, fear,
Form:
ABC
Aghast!
Bulimia causes dizziness,
Eating fullfils gluttony,
Having induced jutting,
Kindly leaves me no option
Pertaining questions
Relating sickness to
Untold visions.
Wickedly xeric,
Yearning zinc.
Afterwards
Battling courageous,
Downing each fill,
Gastroenteritis has identified
justifications kindly
Leaving meals
No other person questions,
Relishing salads than unusual varieties.
Waiting x-rated
yummy zakuska's.
Categories:
justifications, life, social,
Form:
ABC