Best Objective Poems
O writer! Your quill quivers in its mark!
As a light shines in the gathering dark
While people struggle towards some vision
To attest them truths is your sole mission.
In prose and in poem may you reveal
Festering lies and felonious deals
Despite those who censor please persevere
Your ink is the ichor your foes fear!
Banishment is a writer's objective
By this we know our foes were attentive
By their displeasure our work is measured
And one day our toil is truly treasured.
Take up your quills and prepare to question
The quest for truth is a path to heaven.
first to isolate
separate, manipulate
then, eliminate
Oh flesh of many colors,
brothers all are we,
placing the Holy Spirit
above us on our knees.
No matter what we’re labeled
by those who sell a grace,
when names and slogans start to fly,
be calm and hold your place.
A yearning, kindly human heart
is only satisfied
through service to our Father,
not willful selfish pride.
Attitudes need adjustment
for loving, patient deeds:
objective understanding
not subjective, deceiving creed.
Oh flesh of many colors,
sisters all are we.
Beyond the ego, church, and flag,
the truth becomes a plea.
Often, some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse;
the odds are against them no matter what they do-
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
Welcome to the world, your uncertain resolve many will peruse;
just like humankind's test subject, one among a select few-
often, some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse.
Loosening chains on little ones genetic wardens refuse;
foresight of what's to come not clearly in view,
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
Later culprits will cover up and give themselves an excuse
for plots and games played on you, alone without a clue;
often, some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse.
With decades passage oppression persists attempting to accuse;
it's brutal onslaughts and attacks of heart once felt blue,
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
The cement wall has shattered, hell has begun to lose;
power vanquished through traumatic scars, redemption overdue,
often some are unfortunately conditioned for abuse-
their rights deceptively denied, set up for public misuse.
Abuse contest
5/10/13
See Things Objective Horn Haiku
See Things Objective
Not Always Be Protective
Much More Elective.
Jim Horn
Stupid is, as Stupid does:
And then there is Stupid;
That Stupid never was.
Stupid had a moment:
Where Stupid had a Choice;
But, Stupid never did:
Cause Stupid never Voiced.
So, this Stupid that is talked about:
Stupid, it; had something to say.
But, it is Clever: this Stupid did shout;
Cause I saw this Stupid shout it anyway.
Stupid ran all over the place:
Stupid would run, run, run;
But not a trace, this Stupids haste.
Stupid is running everywhere:
Even Stupid ran, in its despair;
Stupid never gave up, in its pace:
Stupid was never in such a race.
Stupid can be cruel; perhaps, Stupid is a Fool:
But do not think that; Stupid isn't Cool;
Cause, some of the Stupidity out there Fuel;
Sometimes we as human uses; Stupid; as a Tool.
There is a blue chicken.
(Expert farmers have attested to it being blue).
Fifteen people say it is blue.
Twenty-one people say it is white.
Does that make the chicken white?
"OBJECTIVE"
for some,
things change and it usually
leads to a heartbreak.
the garbage disposal still
turns,
the weeds still find a way to
grow and
it's all of what remains of a
love that held promise.
the pain then becomes
confusion and
everything that seemed wrong
either turns right or
just doesn't seem so bad.
when the past disappears and
you know
there is something still
there,
the freeways never run out of
cars.
the radio conceives a
playlist pulled from your
library of love.
we often think this can be
used for every person
we are with but truth be
told,
it only applies to one.
she makes positive that you
have your cigarettes,
you make positive that she
drinks enough water to
rid herself of the
dehydration she suffers from.
we walked the beach for two
days.
we walked as if we both
needed a break from the
heartbreak.
we did.
we used to walk as if
tomorrow wasn't coming.
today,
we knew tomorrow would come
and with it,
a new objective for an old
promise.
as the pier licked our feet,
as the birds watched as we
played in the water,
as the sun covered two it
knew it couldn't separate,
we managed to be real about
our reality.
in the end,
we had the power to turn
heartbreak into a break
from the heart.
we set course for a new
objective that we both
never really let go of.
the objective of that day was
simple but we both
turned it into something
else.
By: Chicano Eddie
9-17-2016
Self-proclaimed genius
Donald Trump wanted
To be President
Of the United States
Until the moment
He discovered
Congress in Oxford's
Is nothing like
Congress in Webster's
I gaze like there is no tomorrow
as I drown in her delicate blue
those eyes, those beautiful eyes
beseeched before me
a pendant of patience
begging
to pounce
the day pauses
...unannounced; in awe
of her artistic verve
and vitality
we both stare in wonder
as my mind wanders
into
sacrosanct pages
to be fused with her
tonight
I am not saying this just because
he is my grandson but
He is the most athletic person
in the family
and he is
four
I am not saying this just because
she is the smartest person in the
family, but she is the smartest
person in the world, she is my
granddaughter, and she is seven.
I am not saying this just because
she is my granddaughter but
her art work makes mine looks
cartoonish
and she is
fourteen
I am not saying this just because
I am a braggart, because I am
not, but my grandchildren are
so advanced in every area,
they should have their
own TV shows
I am not saying this just because
he is my grandson but he has
the sweetest heart we have
ever met, and he is
only twelve
I am not saying this at all
because there are way too many
grandmas and grandpas in this room
and who wants to get all this competition
started?
Objective Reality
Eyes encounter visions that can be distorted through
optical illusions
Fingers through touch can sense a world of emotions
not deceptions
Penned:
2020
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
Who’s More Objective Than a Mother?
By Elton Camp
If you want to learn just how it is,
The mom of the accused you quiz
Boston Bombers’ mom the view did take
“My boys are innocent, the blood’s fake.”
No matter how the evidence does abound
For any mother, an excuse can be found
That her child’s a rat, she just can’t see
For nobody else is half as good as he
Barbara Bush, I am positively sure
Wouldn’t rate her son’s time as poor
Very few with that opinion will agree
But she is George’s mother, you see
But really, what else should we expect
Mothers, good in a child, have to detect
But their testimony in history won’t fly
For it’s biased, though not exactly a lie
Seeking something Sensual’s Hardly Helpful,
Losing Calla Lilies is Easy! Tripping
Falling, Dropping, Landing in Black Dirt, Smelly!
Has repercussions!
1/31/2019
I often think of philosophy,
the big questions of why we are here,
and of course, once I start doing that,
all sorts of quirky problems appear.
For example, take the great question,
that has puzzled us for all of time,
is reality objective truth,
or the subjective whims of the mind?
I fall into the objective camp,
the world goes on, no cares what I think,
but subjective action changes things,
our emotions can cause a big stink.
Subjective whims dug deepest canals,
and put astronauts up on the moon,
the objective world changes due to them,
which, when you think about it, is cool.
I mean we see that in our own lives,
subjective whims drive our day-to-day,
the universe itself is lifeless,
subjective consciousness guides our way.
But then I think, the actions we take
are objective, and can be measured,
subjectives drive us to real world acts,
objectivity won’t go unserved.
Which means the subjective is not real,
it can’t be measured, only it’s outcome,
which, for a while, makes me convinced
that this world is an objective one.
Plus the fact that you have these feelings
is in itself an objective truth,
that such thoughts happened, you’re aware of,
your brain and body are objective too.
Which means subjective unmeasurables
are bound to material flesh and blood,
what can’t be contained ends up contained…
I try to make sense, but have no luck.
Though beyond the task of measurement,
the concepts themselves throw a road-block,
something that goes beyond semantics
and the quirks of language, how we talk.
Can the idea of a subjective
without objective even exist?
Is not subjective a mere subset
of the objective that claims all of this?
Would not objective reality
have to exist for the mere thought of
the subjective to even arise,
is not the objective the first cause?
Would either exist without the other,
could they be understood without contrast?
No good without evil, up without down,
without one the other one can’t last...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.