Best Omission Poems
As I
Soak in hummingbird’s exhale
I feel tragic sonatas
Trying to chain
Trying to crucify
My sedentary grip on instability
I smell the repugnant commoner
Blasting scattered shots
Against yesterday’s decent
I became the handsome error again.
The godfather of uplifting idle minds
Sedated within the bosoms of complacency
Because, indirectly, I was the inebriated screw-up
Immunized with community pride
As 420’d lyricists
Puff corrugated burns
To keep their spine
Fused in relatable,
Flaccid significance
They dodge flagrant accountability
Like an intentional cripple
And I
Slow dance with agnostic prayer
There would be no commandments
To remind me
That I am still beautiful inside
Beautifully flawed.
Beautifully demonized.
Beautifully improper.
Ugly.
Yet, Gaia’s sun empowers this stanza
To breathe better breaths
To see what refuses to be seen
And no longer accept what cannot be changed
I carve milestones upon gravestones
In friends’ memoriam, nevermore
It felt peacefully redundant to be important,
Chiseling away the vowels of animosity
Attempts to hold my hands
Within this ambidextrous nightmare
Right hand, red
Left hand, chained
Courteous disdain
For developing minds,
Their figure of speech
Meant no blissful harm
With their 40 lashes
Conjured by judgmental testaments
Oh, how they preach for better tomorrows
While stirring yesterday’s pot
Becoming the “end” in “friend”...
©D.J.E.
Solid roots buried deep within the earth
Though a chimera
Far above the dense ground
High high above
Where there is no one else around
But down down below
To a place rarely talked about
Where everybody goes
To confront the darkness that lies within
Slowly eating away at our soul
Slowly devouring us all
A species as a whole
Will things ever change?
yes
For better or worse
The answer is unknown
Whether or not we choose to live life recklessly
We all endure our own kind of legacy
Whether or not we choose to be seen
Is irrelative to our destiny
Run from Fame
Ego
Arrogance
Radicalism
Carrying the restricted hatred of shame
With nothing of any true value to gain
Chasing satisfaction
In an immoral domain
Having the power to enthrall the criminally insane
Having to always pretend to play this game
Hoping that it’s all a game
All from the same death set aflame
Burning ghosts of an iridescent pain
Praying that some sense of morality still remains
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15
please suspend me high
so i can see the New Smile
on New Earth Above....
~Parallel strands of blonde silk hide her vulnerable eyes.
If only to foresee what shall lye ahead.
Surrender to my embrace Ophelia.
Judgement nor prejudice dispel a hearts' affection.
Lay now bound journal.
Rippled with twill,tell your jaded past.
May lips sealed try to speak.
Solace crests upon a subdued soul.
I rest at feet for truth.
Our love lead not for despair.~
Great sins of omission
are not in anyone's book of
What I Plan To Do When I Grow Up.
Henry Ford,
his automated
and then incorporated
financial investment company,
did not intend to emancipate us
from family farms,
Thereby disenfranchising
our sense of secure
and fertile wealth health,
interdependently sufficient
organic homes,
silent rhythmic rural memories,
Fading views and feels of cannons
pulled by slow-marching horses,
mules,
plodding oxen,
ghosts of elders past
monoculturing aggression
at slower blade-drawn pace
Sometimes domestically violent.
Sometimes military chronic stressed
LeftBrain against Right's longer kinship memories.
And sometimes more polyculturally enriching
rural WiseElder tree memories
of nurturing ponds
and domestically peaceful milk cows,
curious cats,
tribally defensive,
and embarrassingly rutty, dogs,
horny yet happy crickets,
Flirtatious cycling
recycling moonlight
and radiant enlightenment of daylight
and dualdark co-relational resonance
of night play.
To sustain Original forested home
and extending family
we need parental and school support
for cooperative resilient communities,
secure and healthy homes,
habitats,
wombs.
Whether rural
or suburban
or urban
But mindful
that rural tribal homesteading
and cooperative diverse economies
and multicultural politics of healthy nurturing,
solidarity with home place
and wealthy polyculturing kin,
mutually share one
humane-divine ZeroZone Planet
Inside calling us back and forth
toward Polyculture Zenithing EarthSoul
embodied within
GaiaEarth
Ecologically gracing nutritional homes
poly-theologically re-membering health within.
Trivializing grace of WinWin commission
co-arising global communion
is not in my book of
What We Have Hoped To Become.
Or even in my textbook studying
What I Missed In School
When you tell me your doing
something, and don't
Is that a lie?
I feel deceived, in not what you
did
But in what you failed to own.
Feeling hurt, I wonder why
Was that the truth,
Is that a lie?
Deserving more than in my
youth.
Are you unthoughtful, can that
be?
I've been here waiting
Were you here, is that a lie?
Are you my friend, or are we
dating?
Understanding escapes me now
Your hiding something I feel
Thinking you wanted me, is
that a lie?
Promises you never broke, or
was that the deal.
A loving person, I think you are
But you never used that word
Saying things about marriage,
is that a lie?
Listening to you, I feel absurd
I have two things to give to you
My heart and my time
Did you waste both of them, or
is that a lie?
You didn't ask for either of
them, what did you find?
I ignored a few small signs
Thought nothing of them
Is your deception real, is it a
lie?
Omission is no small sin.
Maybe I should have told you how much I cared
and admitted how much you mean to me
Maybe I should have opened my heart to you
and revealed my innermost secrets
Maybe I should have let you know that I love you
and could have bared it all
The signs were there if you knew how to read them
~ I waited for you to meet me half way
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Crimson robed closed eyes
in the Holy See
that don’t say
Upper chamber veiled deceit —
A wizard wand wave
in the Sistine Chapel cache cave
Young boys’ virgin olive oil innocence
sacrificed on the sunken altar
of concupiscence
Lust incense burning
the foul odor of debauched decadence
Nothing done before, nothing much done since
Hence the revered rosary silence
Abominable sexual disorientation initiations
Unspeakable
pagan rituals performed
behind a violate abbey veil
C2 Official Oz omission,
as rectory revealed
by cloaked wizards of fake contrition
Crimson robed closed eyes
in the Holy See
that don’t say
Scarlet epistle letter of lewd villainy,
piously disguised
by the pompous, pentagram pinnacle up high
Upper room naked transgression,
done with libidinous indiscretion
C2O foul emissions: Poisonous omissions,
now covered by staged admissions
Tainted confessions,
false tear atonements accepted
with mock grace
Calculated filthy lucre decisions
made by craven Kraken, cardinal sin closed eyes
in the Unholy Sea
that do prey
Cursed creatures of the UnHoly See,
who serpentine sway ...
Wavy paper algae
laundered movements of sorcery integrity
Ecumenical wizard necromancy;
triple digit last rites,
cadaver chants for
mint marked dead idolaters descending
Headed towards that bottomless valley —
the bane, barren Potter’s field ...
where all the lascivious Judas priests be
Insult by omission, oozed from her remark
When by chance they happened to pass in the park
Some steps beyond
On him it dawned
That what she said was, "Hello there tall and dark!"
Our truth was a lie, our reality many strands of carefully
Edited circumstances. We he had taught our minds to
See what we wanted and ignored all else. We were a great team,
A well-oiled machine. We said things like “I’ll miss you dear” and
“I love you to the moon and back” knowing fully well that these words
Were temporary. They were meant just for the now. Later they would
Be meant for others, said in the same sincere way. They would be said
To our true partners.
Our lies were the truth. Every stroke and every caress heart felt.
Every kiss and every snuggle a gesture of profound emotions. We
Were lost. Lost to things beyond our control. Lost in the things that we
chose to not control. Or was it just lust?
We were perfect. Moving in a harmony that was almost satisfying. Moving
In a cycle of love and heart break. We were a mess. Jumping through windows,
Hiding in dark closets. Holding our breaths while the other spoke on the phone,
To the other or others and told them they were alone.
We were liars but we only told the truth. We told the truth to each other,
We told the truth to others. We told the truth to ourselves. We were liars.
We lied to each other with our silences. We lied to our significant others
With our doctored sentences. We were lovers, our hearts had space for
All that we chose to hold in them. We were liars. We were lovers.
Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw
(less concerned about being fair versus
abominable, irrevocable, and execrable
unforgivable oversight most holy "M" & nonce)
cabinet of high priests,
sans spelling chieftains ready to claw
your person to bits,
and they presage remote clemency
which decision told, when Jeff Sessions
decides final punishment to draw
now, (see excerpted lines
visited with glaring flaw
"Benediction For Lord Apple Macintosh"
where ...bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks, required a secret char),...
intimates a "hee haw"
and rock'm n sock'm pull no punches
square at yar triangular jaw
YES, on account misspelling,
whence Grammarian Jude Law
at the least aims (to topple a prospective
title of eminence grise), banning access
to such undeserved
catbird seat, sans Rhetorical perch
laughing while ja plaintively call for maw
darn Oxford English Dictionary - but naw
can do, and hence paw
mister trumpeting
"FAKE" wordsmith raw
flesh will turn into....
unreadable print until closing text
that elaborates how holiness felt vexed.
To ye (a freshly minted scalawag),
these 20/20 eyes bulged agog
while steaming with invective
at what attempted
to pass as sacred poetic blog
when thee (Matthew Scott Harris),
now pronounced, an illiterate,
immoderate, and inveterate å!@#$%?
with a severe cerebral clog
(meaning prefrontal lobotomy
not out of the question),
you m~r mangy whelp of a she dog
(my humble apologies to canines),
less deserving than being
whipped near death's doorstep flog
after henchmen (strongly
resembling Alaskan BullWorms
guarding this royal hutch,
herein Cupertino, California.
You whispered to me ‘I know how to love,’
I think, am I an echo or clear sound?
There’s a question I need to get rid of;
Do you think of me when I’m not around?
The next time you see me may be the last,
perhaps I should say that I adore you;
Don’t let precious moments go by so fast
regret and realize how fast time flew;
Hang on to every moment we’re given,
holding tightly to a faded snapshot;
Staying quiet? A lie by omission;
Cannot ask you to say what I have not;
I try and speak then my courage just snaps,
I will love you until the stars collapse.
Odd character that smacks God’s right hand.
Miserable wretches - the media
Is underhanded.
Spits in the wind; truth is
Suspect…fallacious videos, omissions
Itinerant…on the cutting floor.
Obama speaks —
No one hears his piece.
9/30/2021
You made me believe you cared.
You made me believe that I loved you.
You used your “charm”,
and got me hooked.
You knew how to lie,
you knew how to manipulate,
and you used that to your advantage.
You hurt me,
without even saying hurtful things.
You lied,
and you warped my heart to still love you.
All you use to get to people.
Not kindness,
not being helpful,
not being truthfully caring.
Only…
Lies of omission.