Best Make Bold Poems
My life spirals ever downward...
The grave taunts me with its laugh.
Death's bony fingers are affixed my throat
As the jester of my unmerited epitaph.
My angst at my ever-flounder appears
Well-earned and justly placed
Where the rabid minions of an avenging God
Will no doubt make bold of my disgrace.
Have I lived too long a life so plain
Where my soul was too confined
And any realistic hope of eternal bliss
Seems mere folly at this time?
To live too long is an old Man's curse
And bound to evoke some industry
Where best intentions are set adrift...
To partake sweet ecstasy.
These stains that commemorate my Earthly Sins
Are laid denuded for all to see.
I drag them unceremoniously into an afterlife
That may not wish to bolster me.
But who among us hasn't stumbled
With Death's foot ajar the door
With temptations strewn like pearled oysters
On life's repugnant shores?
The righteous path is straight and narrow
And a vehicle for all those bold and brave
But only appeared crucial and strategic as
I stand with one foot in the grave.
How happier were those days gone by
When I was young and free from vice.
If I had only maintained such vernal guileless
To insure a place in paradise.
But I have come to this conclusion
As Death's whisper slakes my soul with dread.
Too much time has been my nemesis and any
Last minute burbling is better left unsaid.
So at this hour... this late late hour...
I now confront an awful truth.
I might have had a better chance at Heaven...
Had I perished in my youth.
The End
Ever-flounder: A bad situation of one's own making.
*I wrote this poem from the perspective of someone who fears their sins are
too heavy for God to bear.
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle.
Madness stirs their passions...
Such dregs have stacked the deck.
Ideas resurrected from the dustbin
Of History... make bold their disrespect.
Ideologies of egotists and lunatics
Prey now upon the weak.
They salivate their malcontent...
It is wry carnage that they seek.
Devoid of humility and prudence...
Learning nothing of the past.
If we fail to confront these miscreants...
Society will not last.
It's been thought for many years...
Wisdom comes with age.
But my friend... the ship has sailed...
The dregs will have their day.
Don't be fooled by their actions
And the crazy things they do.
Some adults are nothing more...
Then kids in bigger shoes.
The End
Be not soft upon the morrow
For the maliciousness it contrives.
The future beckons unending sorrow
To gamely catch the vulture's eye.
'Tis the destiny of mice and men
To be laid waste by nature's curse.
Where foolishness belied of ink and pen
Will by the margins burst.
Persist not in vacuous dreaming
To make bold some vague intent.
Obviate all grift and scheming
To survive the main event.
There are those with want of glory
To lead sluggish minds astray.
With a foreshadow of song and story
For those with one foot in the grave.
These stygian forces stand ready
To make dark such days to come.
They seamlessly evoke some cosmic eddy
Where weathered voices go unsung.
We are pawns to this game we borrow
With our future slaked with pain.
If your happiness lies on the morrow...
You will be despondent once again.
If you're consumed by fear and trouble
With clouds toned a spectre-grey.
Prepare for further ruin and rubble
With a new sunrise on the way.
Put away burbling of blissful leavings
You think the morrow may provide
With the approach of another evening,
You will not long survive the tide.
You may bloviate a ray of sunshine,
Pushing hope where none exists
With an ignorance to the grand design
Where winds of chaos oft persist.
I will grant the morrow stands untainted
With yet no mark on time and space
But remove this cheer you've now acquainted
And forever leave my hiding place.
The End
*Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
My views are trenchant and modest.
My thoughts as clear as day.
I marvel at the things I know
While ignoring much what others say.
You must now follow my direction
And blindly accept all I have in store
Where your most cherished held beliefs
Will not bother you no more.
You will be free to act as I command
As I make bold your privilege and your past.
And with my loving care and maintenance
You may yet survive what's come to pass.
So stand and meekly beg for mercy
But ignorance proves your heinous acts...
Knowing any attempt to defend yourself
Is a clear prostration of the facts.
When I come to take your neighbor...
Be not concerned if one or two.
But rest assured... the time will come
When I gleefully come for you.
Please skulk in worry and trepidation
As who knows what the next day brings?
Since those who would deny me power
Are thankfully consumed by other things.
You will therefor crumble before my zeal
And it matters not that some will die.
As I lay a pox upon the great unwashed
Who dare not to think as I.
Be not tasked with want and worry
At the evil I have wrought.
Just know my world will be a better place
Once I control your thoughts.
The End
Frank and Nada went together like pina-colada
Each half had dreams and brought laughs
He’d open doors and make real sure
That his Nada; he would truly care for.
He also had family from before
They cared for him. He for them. That
Can’t be ignored. Well Frank got ill in 2021,
Nada called for help; what else to do?
Ambo’s came calling, her Frank to help
He’s thinking clear?
His birth date he gets it right correcting Nada
To 1962 not 61 here, so she puts some fear upon the shelf
She’s told don’t worry we’ll treat him well
This was by now the triage speaking I make bold to
Tell, yet the lies soon started about where he
Was? Well’ Dispatched supposed to Canberra from
Queanbeyan, she gave an hour and then she rang, to
Canberra. To ask a bit. There was no Frank!
Some panic hit. Her man was still there at
Queanbeyan had invasive p c r, then
ICU? What is their plan?
They say Frank’s in for a real fight, but they’ll see him through,
He’ll be alright. and ring
Whenever you like at all, just be assured Frank’s
Welfare is our first call, yet when she phones no hand picked up..
Hardly ever at all
Really simple stuff. Then they administered
The killer remdesivir intravenous tubes plus
Ventilator to her dear. She’d call by phone
They were always busy, at five they might
Call but the advice they suggested would
Make her dizzy, on the strength on facts we
Can only proclaim they treat him rough as guts its plain… Both
In Canberra and Queanbeyan. After some days their story
Changed; he was on his way out now a Bronwyn claimed
There was a Dr. Tom and a registrar but as for help they were far; very far,
Fentanyl was next to come, his organs failing, his heart was poorly
Nearly gone. Nada fears murder.
That much is clear, I found I cried a tear as Hoody did!
My country’s smashed I offer no kid. In despair and longing I call to all Aussies
Wake up and act, just make a plan, now stand tall. And make it strong for those
Like Frank who’ve suffered hard and long, both in Canberra and at Queanbeyan!
©Joe Maverick 10-4-2023
That's not how the World Works
67.
I acknowledge your sacred mutterings
And the enthusiasm on which they gnaw.
But your argument seems fallacious
And for me... that be the fatal flaw.
You refuse to make allowances
For differing points of view
And before whittling other voices...
Try walking a mile in their shoes.
But also cease in your prostrations
Shouting at those you would convert.
No one ever won an argument using
Your brand of malevolence and hurt.
Be mindful of what history has to
offer and the times in which we be.
Your contentions may find relevance
And you may yet make bold of me.
Thus my friend...
We could pander to your grievances
Embracing such foibles and quirks,
But as my Mother rightly quipped...
"Honey...
That's not how the world works."
The End
Indulge Me
68.
Cease your endless quibbling
On when life is such to be.
You treat each abrogated fetation
As a death to set you free.
But indulge me for a moment
As I cast a shadow on your life...
You've only earned the golden ticket
By eluding some Doctor's knife.
Now it seems to me good manners
And from this I gently savor... that
Your lives be prized and cherished...
Just please return the favor.
The End
My jealousy broods a colored hue
Awash in love's torment
As I feed the green-eyed-monster
To make bold such discontent.
Happiness holds no measure
In a world past its prime.
I will smell no summer roses.
I will drink no summer wine.
I ignore my many blessings
As obsession demands a sacrifice.
I mourn not the good that fades away.
I will pay the highest price.
There are easier ways to live...
I know this to be true
But jealousy is the tyrant...
I've hitched my wagon to.
The End
Would the Universe permit a small
Discretion... as I lie here cold and grey?
Knowing it be well within its powers...
To grant me one more day.
What would I do with such a boon
To make an Angel beam with pride?
Would I manage some small triumph
Before I finally up and die?
Would I take time to smell the flowers
With one last stroll on Nature's ground?
Would I search the majestic valley
Where the tree of life is found?
Would I avoid the petty narcissism
Threatening to lead my soul astray?
Would some glory be reimbursed in song
To make bold that extra day?
But my universal wish is rather simple
As frivolous needs are born away.
Just return my Earthly Mother...
So we may be together one more day.
The End
The Rabbit Hole
Sometimes... a rabbit hole
Is just a rabbit hole...
With nothing much to see.
No treasure trove to fondle...
No Earthly mystery.
Fear not my weary traveler...
Be veracious in your role.
There's happenstance aplenty
To titillate a fearless soul.
The End
Courage
Humanity would be better served
By some measure of respect...
Rather than the vacuous horde
Who make bold of our neglect.
How do those who seek to profit
Grasp such power in their hands?
Its ignorance bathed in apathy
And our refusal to take a stand.
All I ask is some small effort
To give the foul minions pause.
To wrest control from parasites...
Giving deference to our cause.
Before you judge and criticize
The lunacy in my request.
Know courage bears a thousand scars...
Indifference dies a coward's death.
The End
Guilt
There's much to distant memory
That bubbles forth untimely dread.
As each fickle lapse in judgement
Eventually rears its ugly head.
But accept it with humility
To freshen up the end of days.
As guilt must guide your future
Or the past will have its way.
The End
Fear Not
Fear not the specter of life's decay
And bear each wound with pride.
There's much that lives in shadows
To haunt and task us till we die.
We must embrace life's peculiar flavor
Sampling all as it should be
And chart a new direction
Against those who traffic misery.
The End
The Tulip
The tulip blooms a fortnight...
Not long for any flower.
It waits beneath its wintry crust
To choose the perfect hour.
But it lingers not till summer
As soon the petals crest.
But who are we to criticize
When a flower needs a rest.
The End
4
Before I challenge Heaven.
Before I acquiesce to my demise.
Draw near and let me look at you
Before I close my eyes.
Before the Reaper comes a calling
Offering his pantheon of death...
May the cherished words 'I love you'
Release my final breath.
The End
5
To 'tempt the straight and narrow
Be a fine and wondrous thing.
But when winter dregs doth fade away...
'Tis time to ravage spring.
Embrace its vernal pleasures...
Make bold the primal dust.
Talk not of pride and prejudice,
But of love and carnal lust.
In the autumn when you dissipate,
More inclined to be at rest.
Think back upon the feral spring
With Nature at her best.
The End
6
In the meadow lies a maiden
With wanting in her eyes...
She has an air of expeditiousness
Abject loneliness doth disguise.
She waits out the morning mist
Beneath a willow tree.
With mentations of pseudo lovers
Drifting soft upon the breeze.
With tranquil scenes and earthly scents...
The woodlands do bemoan
This tragic crime of Nature
Where she sits there all alone.
The End
7
I died upon St. Crispin's Day.
I perished by the flame.
I now sit above a fireplace
Betwixted two picture frames.
'Tis not the paradise I mused
When the Reaper collected on my debt...
But gamblers can't be too particular
When we place that final bet.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your Uncle.
Like a thunderbolt from mystery
well
With full consciousness of
Nature
As planned and re planned
Behold! A shoot of SOMETHING
Arose from the well base.
The thing was woken into
consciousness
But hardly did it discover
But guided by the Supreme
Intelligence
And thoughts; and experiences
There arose the feeling of Being.
But to what purpose does this
make?
I never bargained for this
sojourn
Neither do I not know it much
I'm lost at perfect insight;
Be it the past, present and
future.
However, I accept the reality of
the
frightening moments.
But as I forge ahead daily,
It dawns that life is only a drama
of many parts.
Man was born crying
He lives in chains; and,
dies in pains.
His toils are all in vanity
Sickness is the order of the day.
And, penury is worst.
Exploitations and vexations
hover the sky
Sense pleasure is the deity of
the age
And troubles, either bargained
or not
This place, truly an open oven,
And a prison yard.
Thus happiness is only a
rare visitor in this general
drama of pain.
However, life is sometimes a
worthy challenge
It is a school to learn and
unlearn
Is a student ever comfortable?
But he faces opportunities
And in the exercise of freewill
Make bold to say at epitaph
It was a worthy challenge.
A Turning Point & Voice Lives On
In Arizona’s desert land,
A faithful son was born to stand,
With Scripture held within his heart,
God’s truth would be his counterpart.
At eighteen years, with courage true,
He launched a dream both bold and new,
To wake the youth from slumber deep,
And teach them freedom’s vows to keep.
From stage-to-stage, and state-to-state,
He proclaimed what makes our nation great,
With microphone and fearless voice,
He made defending truth his choice.
Like Jesus, who at thirty-three
Was killed upon Calvary’s tree,
At thirty-one, young Charlie fell
For speaking truths he knew so well.
A husband loving, father dear,
With Erika he held most near,
Two children blessed his faithful home,
Though duty called his heart to roam.
He taught us all to raise our voice,
To make bold courage our own choice,
“Stand up! Speak out! Don’t hide in fear!
Let freedom’s message ring out clear!”
Though silenced by an assassin’s hand,
His legacy spreads through our land,
In every voice he helped to find,
His boldness echoes in our mind.
So when we speak where Charlie spoke,
And lift high truth’s unbroken yoke,
His spirit marches on with us,
In Christ’s glory victorious.
The torch he lit burns ever bright,
In those who choose to stand and fight,
For God and country, truth and right—
Charlie’s voice lives on in light.
The showers of May
Will rain all day
Grief is a way
That helps you
Set aside old fears
The heat of August
Has all but bought us
Your eyes will shine
Love... Hate intertwines
The cold of October
Will make bold colder
The sound of despair
Is your heart's chair
Meanwhile.....
The galaxy will blast
Thoughts will race fast
Tears will set aside fears
So set on those beers
Where has it gone? I had it thus...
To make bold a troubled mind.
For as you see... it's up to me
To keep the dregs in line.
I feel naked with its absence...
Unsure how to bear the cost.
Beset with want and worry...
I search for what is lost.
I peered 'neath my feathered bed
But only dust was there to see.
I checked beside the bellied stove
But naught was there to be.
Full of righteous waffling...
With mirrored judgments to process.
I alone... would cast forth stones
To rid the world of excess.
With an arrogance stoked in hubris...
I found along the shore of pride's debris...
My true companion and trusted friend...
Oh sweet hypocrisy.
The End
"If I"
If i could fall
I would fall deep(deep)
But somehow i would still land on my feet
If i could choose
I would have chose
You are my statement
That i would make bold
You are on my mind whoa
You make me loose control
when im around
you're the perfect melody
the perfect sound
you are like a bird
chirping like a worker
working
you are my guy
look in my eye
and tell me what you see
is it focus more on you or on me
Chorus
If i could , if i could
know i would,know i would
If i could
i would try
to stick by your side
if i could
i would you know
Hold your hand and never let go
Verse2
I sit and wonder
what could we be
not.a.fairy tale
but reality
i can make moves
i can choose
i can choose right
See you with my eyesight
lets take a flight
us together
down to ride in any weather
its me and you
you and me
rocking how its suppose to be
Chorus
If i could , if i could
know i would,know i would
If i could
i would try
to stick by your side
if i could
i would you know
Hold your hand and never let go
bridge
If I,If You
Had a clue
If you could just see
That you complete me
If I,If You
Had a clue
If you could just see
That you complete me
Chorus
If i could , if i could
know i would,know i would
If i could
i would try
to stick by your side
if i could
i would you know
Hold your hand and never let go
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
8/31/2018