Best Nullified Poems
Mama held me close to her bosom
wouldn't let me go astray
she shook the cradle of civilization
and to her wayward offspring
she paid attention.
She added a tinge of color to the cheeks of some
and tinted plenty with even more
for identification, as to whom they belonged.
While her purported gaze
stored us from mediocrity
she whispered silent pants
when our future's prowess
begun to shiver she remained astute.
Mana Africa! I call you by this name
You've nullified all bleak spectrum
situations bestowed on us
when frequent ill-health
pounded on our weary hearts
you trembled --never loss guard
We are forever indebted to your
unflinching affirmation of sheer solidarity
Mana Africa!
your goodwill seizes not to elude
Capricious speeches we confer
as we orate about the trying times
The soundbites of your caresses will never
be deserted; let alone our appraisal of celerity
The best of we your “Adeptus Children”
have supplied the melatonin
from your sacred womb
and you have followed us with
love and self determination
as we have toiled on foreign soil
Then as we have been scattered
to the four corners;
Innately we have held on to our sanity.
Stayed in tuned to our intuition
as we have maintained circadian rhythms
and overcame enough, clinging to
our dignity in one hand and our
lives in the other, still to rise above.
Nana has taught us to endure
to be courageous, outrageously
courageous we have been.
even as we achieved
Our circadian rhythms were off beat.
Sacrifices only a mother would make
from the alchemy of adoration comes her love
self-determination is the water of her blood
and she the blood in our veins
the blood passed on...a mother’s blood...
Mana Africa
Ase’
A collaberatetion withYoung Prince Kennedy from Ghana and Mama Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
The preacher who does not speak about the evils of abortion
and the mind and heart set that is conducive to it,
which is explained by the 6th commandment
and the reason so many of us blew it….
need not preach about keeping the 5th commandment don’t you see.
Or he will also, in turn, not be able to speak about hypocrisy.
Of course any preaching on the first and second commandments
will also be nullified by this absence of morality .
Ergo the very reason for his preaching is void in it’s totality.
It is public opinion and the so called enlightened “in crowd” he is kissing,
Not with his lips …but with the portion of spine that he’s missing.
As his preaching gets smaller and smaller
evil gets bigger and taller.
Is it any wonder why such is the case?
Say good by Grace. "Good by Grace".
The day the earth stood still,
bells suspended in the tower,
chimes froze in vacant space,
nullified the hour.
Her veil like spider web,
stiff with Winter frost,
hung upon the mannequin head,
poignant and lost.
His buttonhole carnation,
a bullet wound lapel,
blood red with cautious dying,
in the dresser fell.
And all the best laid plans
unravel seam by seam,
faint echoes in an empty church,
never more to dream.
World abandonment
vanity infests
greed escalates
charity nullified
Competitive paradise
prices uncontrollable
hunger staggering
debt maximized
Honest lost
integrity futile
words misconstrued
greed rapid
Equality vanished
pensions minute
labor intensified
jobs down sized
World absorbed
humans consumed
profits soar
mortgages abandoned
World immobilized
composure lost
hope desperate
destruction eminent.
Sponsored by: Silent One
If this was the last
___________________
| If this was the last_goodbye |
But, what if this was the last time I cried,
Don't want to be hidden behind lying scrys.
The world forgotten on their prying device,
Humanity alone algorithmic thrice.
Heaven on you shoulder beckons you home,
Mirror-sucking marrow through soulless domes.
But, what if this is the last chance to thrive,
Society nullified blue tick uprise.
Locate my strength to become whole again,
Discharge into the torrent of play-pretend.
Am I willing to wonder the outdoors,
Bleak scepticism plaguing putrid drawbacks flaws
Pick up, put down, conscious cyber remorse,
No better a junky and their driving force.
But, what if this is the last time I lie,
Unsubscribe, double-click, shut device; goodbye.
In this void , black cloud where men drift when hope is lost . Where dreams lay dead shadows of what was once a man but now nullified by this place . In the mind is where it resides . Deep where no other can go for it is an entrance for one alone . This place where dead things remain , joy , hope is gone . But if a man was to lift his head high , look up toward where hope , love resides that which is dead shall live again . Even in this savage void where pain , suffering remains . If a man pursue , has faith that which is dead can live again . For dreams come from that which is high . Love in all things came from it . Even in this place that resides in the mind it can reach . Call out to the father which revive , restores all things . With one breathe life is give again . With faith it is reborn .
Even President Trump suggests
we all should wear a protective mask;
breathing is hard, but it saves lives,
if we don't wear it one time we'll get sick.
The advice of doctor Fauci is smart;
avoid arrogant and silly remarks
of people that say, " They're taking away
our freedom, we are feeling the impact! "
Aren't protests and clenched fists seen daily
to encourage the words that the crowd shouts?
The mask dilemma has raised questions marks,
some rather suffer the dire cosequences;
has democracy become another nullified word?
Who believes that resrictions are wrong?
Why fight the police and get hand-cuffed
for an agenda that turns many into a dumb frog?
"Random Acts of Kindness"
you send the devil
his reassurances
of forgiveness
through love
the blindness
corresponded
some generous
catharsis
in a moment
of delusion
the sticky web
nullified
words sent
words received
morse code
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
S.O.S.
beats
the pierced heart
the invisible bleed
next level love
the shining haze
bars raised
backhand played
fast on the court
roll called
the masked ball
those present
all masked
the flying monkeys
love-all;
two devils
abscond with all
that matters most
what follows
is not
what we are
taught
kindness,
a random act
a walk
to George’s Heights
the sun shines
not a cloud in sight
blue sky adorns
release,
never arrives
easily,
there is always
the cost, when
the morning star
is torn and falls
grounded
Home
homeless,
lost
a reason for everything
the purpose a mystery
that too, the loss
random acts of kindness
the cost,
the loss
two sides
of a coin
tossed
gravity,
pulls in
anchored words
the heart interred
the card reversed
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"no more
will my green sea
go turn
a deeper blue"
‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’
Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994)
“What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....”
Words are a big pile of contradiction—split down the middle, sincerity and fiction
Feelings we have, sarcastic rebuttals—bohemian clichés exhausted and shuffled
Finding my nest of salt—every word an imperfection, fault, defected assault
Translated opinions an obvious search—proof of intelligence wasted besmirch
“I’m not like them, but I could pretend—the sun is gone but I have a light...”
An infrared light will stimulate the sun in winter—when darkness comes everything splinters
Infinity does not exist mathematics is based on ten—numeral variations create a retrogressive pen
To be forever positive ignores all that represents significance, value sanctified
To be ceaselessly negative threatens derision creating instant credibility nullified
“I wish I was like you-- easily amused... I’ll take all the blame... Aqua sea-foam shame...”
Talk to your friends, they will offer you lists--- remedies already tried, they don’t exist
Translated opinions are apparent attempts investigating proof of intelligence
Abusive, obscure descriptive words—a desperate expression, sincere but seldom heard
We stare at the sky with petrified vision—clouded images of a purple collision
Sunburn, frostbite, prevailing bronze star-- noteworthy disfigurement scar
All in all is all we are.....
To speculate Destiny
So diverse to many,
some ponder it plenty
Attacked me at age twenty.
Are our lives set by divinity?
Does everyone have this born affinity?
Coming from the trinity-
Continuing for eternity?
So many questions to why we are born
Some induced to scorn, lives lived forlorn,
Others go back to religion, reborn.
Some work till they are tired and warn.
Others simply "weather the storm"
People I have met, ideas burned and charred,
While others radical and avant garde -
Mine own ways have been nullified with disregard
Learned lessons, we are unintentionally scarred.
I speak again of Destiny,
Share your thoughts for a penny-
Please show some clemency.
Trying to explain this plainly;
I shall relax my musing position
To explore moral acquisition
It is my unique cognition
in this transcendental expedition.
A personal mission to seek my rendition
of the the human condition
Which shall be executed with much ambition-
For all others, I have a proposition-
Trust in your faith and your own intuition
To fruitfully seek your individual composition...
Look upon thy catabolic creation
Conceived within a cyclone of silence
Where spirit negates the nullified night
Oh labyrinth of love release thy grip
Set free your monstrous Minotaur
Unleash my soul from sepulchral sight
Heal thy wounds oh malice manifestation
Take leave and raise thy sedulous sword
And thus give wings to thy paralytic plight
Away from denunciative dungeons
Look toward thy resilient rising sun
Within reach of a harmonious height.
May.25.2017
Contemporary Poetry - Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Freedom – you believe that in the 2000s poets should be able to do exactly what they like. Poetry can rhyme or not rhyme, and poets can even make up words! You may enjoy exploring the short forms and Japanese poetry forms as well.– DEMONSTRATE THIS BELIEF BY MIXING FREE VERSE and RHYME.
The feeling of fear is so powerful/it can kill you/whether it's looking down on some heights/or showing someone the real you/lies getting justified/relationships getting nullified/just for the fear of stepping up to the plate/some of us don't want the truth/others are just fearful of being great/either way it's something that just makes the body cringe to a binge/heart starts beating fast/and you get some shaky limbs/man you even find out if you have bout it friends/or someone that's gonna stick by until the end/the feeling of fear is so powerful/it can kill you/so be careful out there breaking your neck/just to have someone film you
i 2 have a dream
That one day
The poor will have enough
to eat and change to spare
Every child has both a
mother and father
And clean water to drink
And the sad and bleak
Who endlessly and soley
write about being sad and
put upon
Can find that certain missing
peace and happiness
To make the whole world
including them
Smile so broadly
even the unfortunate
For just a single second
See the darkened clouds
dissipate
And tunnel end illuminate
Free to love the world at last
outside this pressure cooker
looking glass
Devoid of sadness nullified
By unbridled glee and joy
happy thoughts
Where not only the fittest survive
But every species on earth
thrives
And escape this existential
perpetual nightmare
There once was a man from DeBose
who had a gigantic nose
his nostrils squawked
whenever he walked.
When at rest it sat on his toes
The man got a job at a farm
his task was to sound the alarm
when the sly fox
tried the coop locks
intending to do chickens harm
One night his nose fell asleep
lulled by the bleat of the sheep
fox took a chance
interrupted romance
of two lovebirds, now the one weeps!
The man with the nose then got fired
The farmer now wished he had hired
a man without clothes
not a nullified nose
so prone to be slumber inspired
As the nose and his man went away
Nose saw the sly fox in the hay
with much boogie-woogie
nose hocked a great loogie
and splattered the fox where he lay
The farmer was pleased to be rid of the pest
though the hay loft was terminally messed
Everyone cheered
nose grew a beard
and moved to an ashram out west
You may wonder, is this tale is true?
I assure you it is, yes I do.
to doubt the nose
would presuppose
this story is nothing but poo
The legend of the hero nose grows
if questions of provenance pose
look on the shadiest side
of that big chunk of hide
for only the shadow knows
So much stunned at man's alienation
even in the man-made world.
Stunned at the human folly to lust for relations
carrying the signboard "Strictly Prohibited".
Wisdom nullified at the foolish acts
and relationships ruined by the misunderstandings
and egocentric behavior.
Consistent silence not willing to bear any interference of words;
still personal secrets roar in public.
Virginity tarnished by the compelling circumstances.
Mankind dehumanized by the hectic activity
and illusions shatter in face of grim reality.
The very inspiration results in dissuasion
and the Quality crushed under the heavy feet of Affectation.
So much stunned at the talent gone wasted for so many years
as man gets trapped in the wheel of existence killing all soft feelings.