Best Nullifying Poems
I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling
when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing
as day departs, a yawning ash, beneath a dusky haze
igniting one by one the jewels of midnight’s diamond blaze.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the clouds within the skies,
with tunes which trill like welling tears from somber misting eyes
of misplaced muted homeless souls who drift alone in grief
beneath the silence of the stars that offers no relief.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the beat beneath her breast;
their murmur throbs with passion’s pulse and sensuous unrest
that rumbles deep in worried woods before impending storms
and splits the air in morning meadows, ere the sunrise warms.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the pitter-patter rain
which summons with a soothing sound upon my window pane
evoking bygone childhood dreams within a vagrant breeze
engulfing me in gusty swirls down misty vortices.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the waves on distant shores;
they’re crashing out a monody upon the mystic oars
of phantom ships within the dawn, like speckled caravels
a’ sail on seas of raven wings to moonlit citadels.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the morning’s reveilles;
they’re pouring fires in the skies and burning up the seas,
while waking flowers in the fields and setting trees ablaze,
and closing one by one the eyes of midnight’s starry gaze.
I hear guitars a’ calling in the deserts of my mind;
they’re nullifying hollow realms that time has left behind,
where pathless sands are blazing hot, the sun is set to die
and weary hounds are panting faint’, their tongues hung long and dry.
Categories:
nullifying, music,
Form:
Rhyme
Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile.
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
Sanctimonious sessions some subtly sacrosanct.
Is it in incrementally immense ingenious imaginations,
Or ontology’s omniscience overcoming oceanic oratory?
Roughly rallying rage’s recessive righteousness,
Quickly quartered queens quietly quiver qualities quoi.
Under unctuous undeniably Umbrian utterances,
An astute and acute awareness as always arose.
Placing plausibly proverbial prevaricating predications,
Many morose morally myopic manly mighty men,
Eulogize everlasting ephemerally entertaining evocations.
Insinuating incredible implications, insomnia initiates,
Notably nullifying notoriously negligible nihilistic necessities.
Lies lay low, linking lofty linguistic lessons like laws,
Of optional opportunities oscillating on occult overtures
Until underlying unctions unify ubiquitous unknowns.
Joyless Joseph’s joyful Joy just jumped, just jumped!
Killing killjoy knuckle kosher korma koranic krap.
And announce another anonymous anodyne appointment?
(Empiricism’s emphatic emission, enter erotic Eloise).
Having Heidegger helps, hope’s homunculi hunting human.
Get gone ginger guesses, go grope Ginger’s grapes!
Immaculately ironic inquisitions instigate immediate impositions.
Once onto opaque ominous orbs, obey Oracles open orders.
Framing funny fractions, flaming far flung frivolous fictions,
Death defies dollar damnations, deliciously done devaluations.
Usually uncle umpire understands useful underlying ululations,
Also affirming apples avuncular altruistic assumptions.
Creeds crave caves, charms calm cause, come conquerors,
Be belligerently bad, betray birth’s beginning, balance budgets.
Entreating entirely empty, emphatically elusive, existential entelechy,
Is, importantly, incommensurably idiotic, inexplicably impractical indeed.
Categories:
nullifying, crazy, creation, imagination, ,
Form:
Alliteration
Born, slave or free, nobody's property; a "P"(purpose) and a "D'(destiny) are stamped within. Letters they are, but so much more and nevermore to be set aside nor ever erased in me. A human tragedy that began in the far reaches of civilization still remains with little change. "C" words like class, caste, color, cruelty, control, corruption, and confusion are ALL locked deep inside the darkened cave of the heart of man. Kindred kinds or diversities make no difference when ALL are born depraved, deprived, and disconnected from God.
Heaven is ready to forgive and recognize ALL, and whether civil or otherwise, both are lost. In every generation, there have been traces of jubilation that never enabled a halt of human destruction. Stories of hate and warfare, pain and sorrow, line the beaches, caves, and mountainsides. Today shall also pass with broken promises, torn treaties, with more of the same tomorrow.
Oppression appears to be the ultimate obsession that eventually leads to human annihilation. Religions have proven to be little help to the human condition and often have brought more pain. Yearning inside of ALL mankind is that God-implanted longing to belong to the Most High God.
Mankind of ALL stripes, even the enemies of liberty, are longing to be free.
Opportunities throughout the centuries have continued to knock and
neutrality, serving no nullifying purpose, has never been a good option.
Tear down these walls, someone once said, and now they no longer stand.
History only repeats when we refuse to learn the lessons it tries to teach.
Refusing the lessons that history tries to teach leaves us only to weep.
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Categories:
nullifying, america, christian, corruption, evil,
Form:
Prose Poetry
the flowers droop
but refuse to die
from the heat
like tanned fields
subsumed in the struggle
to survive to keep
the flow of transpiration
like the trodden
blades of grass
pushing upward
through the hole of sidewalks
to capture
the cosmic energy source
that fuels them onward
towards the victory
they seek
to be free
like we seek to be
as we continue
to travel the Jubilee road
riddled with imposing holes
and nullifying roadblocks
that cause us to stop
by the roadside
once and a while---
droop and recalculate
our sojourning strategies
to get us to the journey’s end:
in the land
of my father’s pride
for which in war—
he and his father died—
protecting the home of the brave
and the land of the free
which has thus far prohibited me
from true freedom, justice and liberty.
Categories:
nullifying, allegory, analogy, black african
Form:
Prose Poetry
A kindergarten memory
I have is very strong
And no one can corroborate
Or prove that I am wrong.
We’re gluing shapes to paper
And two colors we could use.
I look at all the choices
When deciding which to choose.
I proudly pick the purple
And to go with it, the red.
My teacher, though, suggests
I switch to red and blue instead.
Her reasoning is simply that
My colors do not match.
As I remember it, she felt
She’d saved me with her catch.
Imagine if I’d had the guts
To stick with what I liked.
Perhaps when projects came my way
I might’ve been more psyched.
By nullifying what I chose
The teacher, I think, fails,
For all she did was knock the wind
Right out from ‘neath my sails.
An artist I will never be –
Those skills I don’t possess.
Yet red and purple still look good
Together, I profess.
Categories:
nullifying, art, color,
Form:
Rhyme
Pithos was originally the holder of it and then misinterpreted.
Arguing the very existence of it sometimes a fault we all utilize.
Nullifying everyone's belief in its reality forever causes sorrows.
Demanding of her and her giftedness always were the god’s.
Organizing quests for its location mans unending struggle.
Reality swirls around denying us a look into its sealed contents.
Ancient to the mind but forever staying young within our souls
Searching relentlessly for its existence with wonderment man is.
Beyond reality intense evil befell the entire world once unsealed.
Obscurely, she tried to close what she had carelessly opened.
X marks the spot - if someone looks in, hope is at its bottom.
Categories:
nullifying, fantasy, history, imagination,
Form:
Turning pages
Blaspheming churches
Crucifying sages
Causing rages
Turning pages
Wandering mazes
Furthering crazes
Nullifying searches
Turning pages
Erasing phrases
Controlling phases
Dazzling praises
Turning pages
Relenting urges
Escaping cages
Paging ages
Categories:
nullifying, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
I revised a poem written
January twenty second
last year – two thousand twenty one
regarding gratitude for Medicare
Insurance to foot the bill
concerning ability to heal
courtesy immune system
undergoing toe till agency
or closest approximation thereof
impossible mission to undergo
one hundred percent protection
against contracting deadly illness,
viz latest epidemic impacting civilization.
Here at Highland Manor Apartments
Saturday January twenty third,
two thousand and twenty one,
I attest yours truly
received the first (of four)
inoculations to stave off
getting COVID-19,
thus mine poetic title
might not seem absurd.
Wednesday February third
and Friday October twenty second
same year as above
witnessed himself receiving
second and third injections respectively
to diminish vulnerability
contracting transmissible pathogen.
Today Wednesday April sixth
two thousand twenty two
poet of Perkiomen Valley
received the fourth
bringing him up to date
(or speed if you prefer druggist's lingo)
with Center for disease
control recommendations.
Aforementioned stance toward death
(meaning taking preventative measures
to live healthy existence)
obviously avoid Saturday night fever
regarding desire Stayin' Alive
and most oppressive
when mine mental, physical
and/or spiritual yours truly
takes a (swan) dive
analogous where bajillion bees
swarm from their hive.
Linkedin with well known poem by and by
penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry
expressed her relief
to surender release
and amazingly gracefully die
"Because I could not stop for Death,"
she aptly crafted verses to comply
reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting
cessation of existence well nigh
as does one garden variety generic goofy guy.
All natural catastrophes aside,
plus excluding thermonuclear war,
where civilization would get fried
nullifying idea viz,
let conscience be your guide,
nor no place to run and hide
left to grapple with dystopian quandary
Categories:
nullifying, america, angel, april, confidence,
Form:
Rhyme
What more evidence do we need?
The orange-faced man is crazy, indeed,
Calling for nullifying our Constitution
Trump needs to be put in an institution!
Written December 4, 2022
Categories:
nullifying, political,
Form:
Quatrain
Midst covenant sealed by fidelity
assured along HIS immutable Word,
I, being carnal, succumbed to luring temptation
as a faith-traitor, flirting with the world
oblivious of my vow to love GOD with all of my heart...
...Guilty was I of betraying my Saviour
grieving Him and reproaching His name---
then when I confessed* my sins and errors
He, verily faithful, pardoned me completely
along His compassion that drew me more intimately to Him.
Meanwhile, my soul languished, victimized in a scammed venture
cognizant that the culprits were whom
I considered my trusted friends, serving as vessels of blessings---
they fooled me, rendering my contract with them as futile
hence, nullifying my investments --- all by their deceit…
...Struggling hard to accept their “sorry”
I agonized bearing the load of my justice-plight
Thus, I prayed to be a true “forgiveness-giver”
Grateful to God that I received His wondrous grace...
Indeed, “To err is human; to forgive, divine.”**
*1John 1:9 If we confess our sins, he (God) is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
**Alexander Pope, in the poem "An Essay on Criticism", Part II, 1711.
February 7, 2020
2nd place, "Famous poetic lines 2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 2/9/2020.
Categories:
nullifying, blessing, christian, encouraging, faith,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I have been twenty-seven for many, many years now,
some Viking reminds me that swimming naked in the
warm sea nullifies negativity: the crawl out of problems,
the side stroke of being at ease, the breast stoke born
first in us when we want to hold our head high in the
sea out of caution and dignity, our head skywards
while floating on one's back is something else if no
flying machines appear just the blues and yellows
and white of the above all the love of smart sun
tasting nature's salary of well being in the blue,
or green sea like tea, with white tops as the water is
almost as close to us as a lover, keeping us afloat
in life bouyed up by our children, families and friends.
Categories:
nullifying, sea, sea, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Found me raised
in the Antebellum South
born an academically gifted
whip smart, (and any other
apropos) above average adage
smart son with a
healthy dose of Melanin and Melania
donned and trump petted
asper a proud black is beautiful,
sans ebony badge,
whereat me instrumental mama and pop
acquired grudging cunning
insinuation to cadge
teaching material convincingly
claiming lofty aim
intent to instruct
slave master's children
all to eager to accept blame,
when any vicious rumor
got afoot with "FAKE" claim
that lessons did
critique and declaim
antithetical quasi Aryan racial superior
viewpoints (preceding Adolf Hitler
by about a century),
knowingly could enflame
status quo, which feigned
"playing dumb" duh -
faux blockhead frame
(wha ya mean massa) game
at very bedrock foundation
pre politically correct cursor meme
lee complex edifice
slave owning name
acutely aware intent esse chew
wing such societally
radical implications, to due
tee fully fortuitously, gradually,
and hopefully, un glue,
(especially via schooling impressionable
young African American
or other ebony hue
shaded skin with Jew
whoosh propositions of equality)
righteous precepts nullifying lou
duck criss bastardizing American moo
nuff phish witch hunts (sea thing),
a gimcrackery, mockery,
and travesty poo
poo wing credo, ethos,
highlights, et cetera sow
wing equality, harmony, and liberty in tow.
Categories:
nullifying, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
A feint attempt to stab myself...
quickly found the missus ready to faint
Like a madman possessed
by mailer daemon lemme acquaint
ye with the following verse, I will bepaint
momentary horror, where yours truly
entered momentary third eye blind rage
loosing violent constraint
nearly thrust knife
into right leg without restraint,
which curtailed prospective martyrdom,
thus scotching, nullifying, denying...
me anointed apostolic saint
plus stripping christened name,
one Matthew Scott,
cuz he threatened to harm himself
invariably with permanent
leg a see did taint
moment of spontaneity
instantaneously vanished without a trace
when irrational brandished
white as a ghostly corpse petrified wife,
who merely felt playfully frisky
I haint kitten,
yours truly reflexively reached
for paring, quartering,
halving deboning, cutting...
said kitchen utensil
nearly sabotaged marriage
finding zee spouse suddenly widowed
(never writing last will and testament,
nor in fact ever drafting first)
as husband almost pitched himself
into wuz bin realm
courtesy short nasty brute
mine generic doppelganger
harkening back to dem good ole days,
when regular altercations occurred
heralding grab regarding lovely bag of bones
birds of prey didst carrion and buzzfeed
scavenging any shred of wedded bliss
which auld lang syne times
well nigh witnessed fisticuff strife,
though these previous half dozen years
considerably less rife and riddled
with expletive strewn epithets
that cut sharper than a dull knife.
Momentary loss of reason
every now and again
finds me skull comfortably numb
just another brick in the wall
reckoning, we don't need no education
acquiring diploma courtesy
hard skool of knocks alumnus
attests he experienced
arduous, horrendous, opprobrious, and venomous
environment pinterest tingly linkedin
with congenital predisposition to anxiety/
panic attacks in toto
enroute visiting Wizard of Ozzy Osbourne.
Categories:
nullifying, abuse, anger, confusion, crush,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Wednesday, it was; Nineteenth, exactly if I must mention
Housewives, feeding kids and pets, were getting true tension
Eastward sky grew grey; impulsively, cattle rushed homewards
Nightingales, to sing of true love, tuned their trachea chords
Welcoming the moon and the stars on their valorous way
Habitats did bid goodbye to the scorching sunny day
Ethereal exuberance enhanced each environs
Naughty nocturnal nonpareils of April blow sirens
Wet with drizzles, weary winds wiped their whiskers on cool cloud
Howls of dogs, foxes, wolves, apes, and coyotes were heard aloud
Endless Rest promised the noxious sting of death has gone numb,
Nullifying negations, nature, notations new did hum
23 April 2023
Categories:
nullifying, april, environment, eve, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
Things can be intimidating
within life as we grow
Treading through time
nullifying life’s hardships
prospering life’s greatness
alluring as my mindset
seeks meaningful reset
Everything is simple
yet so complex
We need to stop at times
just to take a breath
Sometimes things are sad
traumatic and painful
making you think it’s over
praying for one day more
Then life takes the ones we love
Leaving us speechless
disheartening within
hurting inept
Once in awhile life gracefully bestows wonder
Inquiring if questions are reflections on display to be blundered
Seemingly inquisitive thoughts inside with no end or regret
Things return back to the start
letting us know that we’re smaller than we think
Not having to take a look at ourselves without artificial instinct
Can’t wait for tomorrow morning day and night
Seeing your steaming allure
like a mysterious illustration
an illustrious delight
All being able to see your new vision of treasure or treason
Restitutions has always been served in discussions of pleasing
Rights and wrongs in violence against those who try to deceive you
People are puppets displayed upon life’s stage
Miniature ideals swirling amongst giants
Tranquility in awe swaying forever throughout trials and tribulations
Destruction of chaotic behavior
without temptations
Living amongst devious peers
carelessly unaware of violent relations
Lingering souls into the valley of good
wanting, needing, longing throughout
Timing is everything
undoubtedly profound
I’m staying with y’all for eternal devour
unsure of what is to come
returning from lost sanctions
while leaving you complacent
lingering around the worlds own stage set
Thanks for your time
I appreciate the kindness of your heart
depiction for your regards
and departing life's clout
Longing for the next opportunity again
shedding all happiness
leaving my own prints
Somehow Someway Someday morning or late
I’ll be here for you
inside my mindless debates
Categories:
nullifying, character,
Form:
Rhyme