Best Origination Poems
But For You
You tagged me
And said such nice things
I’m at a loss for words
Perhaps I need to call for help
Won’t you help me choose
Joseph S., Carol B., Tami M., Stella S.,
Mike J., Vince S., Stacy R., Lainie G.
Maggie O., Lynn M .and Michaela P.
Who, oh who should it be?
I know! I know the perfect selection
Won’t you all join with me,
I introduce to you my Friends
Our very own ' Poetrysoup Origination.'
For without them we might never have met.
So while they take the stage
Let’s all give them a hand, and say
“Our thanks to you and God Bless.”
Cile Beer
Did you even note;
an imposter is in our midst!
And our beloved Tube is the originator.
Faithless beast, merely nipping
at our consciousness for many years
and now the unsuspecting weather man
is the infected carrier, flipping forth
without a care--unconsciously,
the old ageworn and frazzled fellow
practiced through the decades, now
hallowed by the dapper dans as
respected common fare. I give you
the uncelebrated, very frequent and
Unconscious Obstinate Cliche.
No, this not a sexist accusation, boys.
The fetching weather bunnies
will not face indictment by my pen.
Though often glorified as chief
among the holders of degree
in meteorology, it is the men most prone
to say, "As we make our way into...."
the weekend, or such travels
that we helpless viewers take.
But politics, not weather news,
may have the honor of origination.
Sixty years ago I first became aware
when a network commentator told us
of a president, no less,
"making his way" down the aisle
to deliver his thoughts on
the state of the union.
"And us", you say?
Well, I for one may make my way
into oblivion
with just the right amount of
claim to fame. That I (ahem)
duly noted, dedicated, scribed and launched
a new cliche upon a very
celebrated list for all of humankind.
~
I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration
To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation
Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation
And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand
One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps
Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along
Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother
With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along
Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed
Fare thee be well to stranger and kin
Another story do tell of Universal Law them
Signal frequents sent in alternating from him
All in regards to glowing of little gem
She wraps her arms around the dark of the night
Encompassing in him and all around him is her light
Nine personalities there do be
All creating the one in thee
Understanding and hearing them all
Requires the one to build a proper wall
They be the building blocks in you
Seven see; A, E, I, O, and U
All be parts of the fellowship ring you
I – ntelligence Supreme supplying energy behind all steam
E- go driven attitude is mentally meant to allude
A – lpha has spoken and only heard by thee awakened
E – motional feelings multiplying by floor and ceiling
I – mpulse sensitivity senses all mirror double dealing
O – rigination of desires conspire or inspire both indeed start fires
U – nderlying seed does feed the one base need
Next side be side these two titans see
Thor or Asgard, The Thunder Hammer of desires origination
And, Thee lovable Hulk, Harmonic underlying seed lacking knowledge is base need
Thrust into battle they go
These be their armies in tow
Having many different names though
Hulk and Thor’s higher and lower self
All four picked from amongst these
Blocks that be on the shelf
Being amongst these ye can perceive
As well as retrieve
Words that appear in tea’s leaves
These warriors do be
Constants these
Armies all ye B, C, D…
F, G, H, J, K, L, M, N, P, Q, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y, Z
Multiples of three
Be in rhapsody
Form:
There’s a little yellow star on the edge of the Milky Way.
Our strongest telescopes were able to find it the other day.
We are receiving a radio signal from far away.
Dr. Zort has made a brilliant determination.
He has pinpointed the source of the signal’s origination.
It comes from one of the eight planets that orbit the star.
Because of the great distance, the signal travels far.
We thought we heard a female voice singing “You’re gonna hear me roar”.
There was some static interference. We didn’t hear much more.
What do you make of it? Does that message make sense?
We must conclude that life on that planet lacks intelligence.
Haiku of Nature
By Franklin Price
02/02/2016
Haiku of nature
Haiku origination
Flora and fauna
God You have a freaking humor
Why do I do the thing that I do
if it wasn't coming from you?
Why God?
Why do you let me do all those things?
You know I could fall and hurt myself
But you'd pick me up
I could start a fire and burn myself
But you would put it off
I can do a lot of things
But if it wasn't for you
I don't think I can do it
So here hear God
I am not responsible for anything I said and do
You set them all up
I just walk in
So if things turn out bad
Know that you want it
If things turn out to be lousy
Know that you have it
If things turn out to be funny
Then I get all the credits
NOT
Then I blame it on you
You You You
Okay - now what do You want to say?
"Get back to the program"
Ok, Chief
Beauty's origination.
An African proclamation.
proverbs, wise words
A Mayou Angelou
poem unheard
You're the recurrence
of sweet dreams
that fall from heaven
and form chocolate streams.
Light after night
as autumn takes flight
Your silence I want to know
your moans I want to hone
With you, I can grow
molding my soul
like Demi Moore in Ghost.
Touch my body like pottery
move my spirit poetically
I have a love I want to show you
a tale to pen for you
It's sexy how you're reading me
Accepting soft eruptions
with no interruptions.
Come talk to me
as I bathe in your
vanilla rain.
Whisperings that linger
long after midnight.
Love by moonlight.
Forgotten…
absent from all things considered beautiful.
I was a wanderer LOST
in the darkness of night,
a gypsy to the world yet
b l i n d e d by hell’s light-
I needed days of remorse
to bring me clarity,
for life is NOT good to me,
no hope with charity.
Inside the d a r k n e s s I
found my blind sight,
and in the midst of being
WRONG…I was right.
T r u t h became my torch
to be one with the confused,
no matter how hard I tried,
I always seemed to LOSE-
Never to be found, seeking
from heaven to the ground,
no distance too wide, with
no one to keep me homebound.
Which path do I take?
Which j o u r n e y do I choose?
oh, just to be established,
I always seemed to REFUSE.
Inside my cave, I’d gone missing
without being d i s c o v e r e d ,
for I DEPARTED from life,
forfeited my only lover-
Held captive by a fate of loss
I flared my ignited flame,
never to belong again,
full of BLAME and SHAME.
I needed days of origination,
as my e x t i n c t i o n hovered,
once shielded by happiness,
now my insanity is uncovered.
I stand by my sill and
feel the Winter frost,
for I am heartbroken again,
my soul has paid the cost-
I need not things of material,
just pure h o p e;
I am GONE forever,
without a way to cope.
Out the window,
my resolution has been tossed-
For o b l i v i o n has prevailed...
I am eroded and LOST.
LOST Poetry Contest
September 29, 2017
Remembrance
How can I put my opinion?
Clapping hand corroborating you
If you’re going to collide
With mountain to devastate you
In the name of protection of ego
Matter of mountain is different
Learn, it is established years ago
To facilitate you with air and water
Providing beauties, resources and gears.
Exploit it as much as for means of lives
Shouldering its existence origination and
Establishment as a guard of remembrance
Otherwise your unwise decision will devastate you
Like those irresistible leaders who countered with
Their ego with mountain like big and damaged
Their lives and country and countrymen in echo
History can’t refuse what is absolute
But irony, stony, unwelcome
Projections of thoughts are worries of human beings
Each time they’ve defeated by power
Begetting punishment
Spare that much influence to affect other
Think again to hurt heart of earth.
If you give me chance to speak and could hear
My agony and weeps of those millions,
They are only lovely creatures of nature
Never have liked your foolish decision
To accept, devastation by the spirit of ego
I know you can’t believe me, so I’m putting
Missive for him who has patriotic feeling
In peace and justice, beliefs in treaties to kiss,
Note of remembrance to pave the feelings.
MARVELOUS JEHOVAH:
I can feel the blowing of the wind,
Yet, my eyes can't tell it's origination.
The celestial bodies keep shinning down here,
Causing a strong bright light to appear.
There's no one seen fanning them.
The birds are seen flying above the earth,
With no rope attached to hold them.
They are heard singing an anthem.
A praise unto GOD in his royal diadem.
The seas are backing the singing birds,
And the plants are dancing on the fields,
Together with all other living creatures,
And they stand to adore GOD with a clap.
How wonderful it is as all creatures memorizes.
They are essentially constituent with memories.
But what actually makes that possible,
As it grants their development greatly.
From their birth day to their death day,
Their existence is forever marvelous.
The mountains and the skies provides quench,
And the forests and oceans keep killing hunger.
I'm lost in the scope of imagination,
And I'm insane if I should doubt the Creator.
We don't know what holds the universe,
And basically how everything breathes,
As the whole world sleeps on a mystery.
His works are totally unexplainable.
In fact, the Creator is incomparable,
And His handiwork is unimaginable.
Mr. President
Poise, grace, calm, cool and collected
Standing tall in the nation among nations
At times disrespected,
call him what you may
He is still standing tall at the end of the day.
Nothing is going to change the fact
That he is a political genius and yes he is Black.
He’s Black, White and Brown,
Holding this country down. Seldom do you see a frown.
Highly educated and widely celebrated
To our country he is loyal and greatly dedicated.
The challenges to the office is vast and critical
The playing field would be level if the issues were just political
But small minded people biggest issues are racial
They chant I want my country back
What other president has gotten this flack.
To lead us he has to walk through a mind field.
Many people don’t want to yield.
But that’s ok. This is the USA.
We have the choice of voting our way.
He’s up against birthers’ rumors
And racial tumors.
Born on US soil,
going through bigotry and turmoil
He didn’t dodge the draft
He has a silent and quick wrath.
He is making decisions,
Despite the country’s political divisions.
Compassionate for his country
Nothing will change the fact that he is making history
Call him this, and call him that. Discuss his origination
Nothing will change the fact that in 2008 – 2012 he is president of this
great nation.
Judge him on principles and decisions made
Not by your small mentality and prejudicial ways.
He is standing strong, standing tall
Representing this country,
Thinking of us all.
Dealing with oil spills
And health care bills
A war in Iraq and Afghanistan
He even dealt with Bin Laden in Pakistan.
He wakes up running attacking the issues at hand
He’s an awesome man;
the leader of this great land.
Origination of civilization.
Prussian descendant
Evolution of war.
Regime of terror.
Attitude of hate.
Tortured souls.
Insanity normalized.
Oppressed society.
Nebakaneezer's domain.
Insurgency.
Resistance fighters.
Abandoned hope.
Quagmire of humanity.
Idolized autocrat.
Frenzied martyrs.
Religious persecution.
Excavation of humanity.
Expensive vendettas.
Democratic seedlings planted.
Omniprescent ruler.
Multitude of horrors.
A man laid before you a pen and a papyrus sheet,
Speak your mind,
Is there any fire without heat?
What about door without side?
Segmented to the heathens,....Immoral,
Creatures rebukes the existence of the creator,
Aristotle drawing origination of man,
Ape as miniature,genius and species as repremand,
Stream to the experimentation,
Diluting cube of sugar in blood,
Anophele mosquitoes in combat,
Yearning for comfort,entwined with desertification and compact ,
What men sort for is always achieved by someone of dead age,
Sadness in my heart rage,
Impacting wisdom to my brain,
Prayer assigned for someone to kick a bucket,
Numbered days to gain,
Soon will sublime with dust in six feet hidden casket,
Trusted in our parental figure,
Never speak on second chance for our favour...
A basket carrying crates of egg,
Five unfilled baskets beside a bed,
Hurricanes smashing thousand folds of gnats,
Parasites still breaking wall,
Working without facts,
Thus what men draw,
Heart of men full of madness,
In my room,miles men stress,
(for America’s original true Veterans)
Government of Kings
where shall you bide?
Now that the
Great Horned Serpent
has appeared while
Thunderbirds screech
and lament in
desolate skies?
Oh great people of
Our Grandmother!
Amass your island
conjure the Turtle
retreat upon the seas
of your origination.
Oh Yakwawi!
Hairless Bear Monster
safeguard them
as they retreat from
their once
inviolable ground!
Shield and embrace them
prevent their ruination.
The pelts of the
Exalted Buffalo
could never thwart
the wicked deeds
Execution
Destruction
Subjugation
of your great peoples.
Vomit the rancid taste
of Poisoned Treaties
onto alien mud!
Rise and follow
Great Tecumesh:
Chief Shooting Star
Warrior
as he defends your Tribe.
Oh the earthquake
that ravages you!
Disease and War
vanquishing you.
Kokumthena grieves
weeps over the
loss and dread…
the Wolf ever
undoing Her Eternal
Task.
Fear not, for you
will be swaddled in
Her Skeemotah
She will smite down
evil and wicked ones
you will come home
to her embrace.
Algonquin cries of
the razed and the raped
deafening
carried on the winds
of Sawage falling dead
as your bones
disintegrate and scatter
over once Holy Refuges.
Mishe Moneto saw
Cyclone Person cowered
Misignwa hid
in her forest of hope.
Dress and paint your
rotting decaying
putrid Warriors
whose eyes
vacant
stare coldly
to the West with longing.
Bodies opulent in dress
painted poignant hues.
Prepared tenderly
so to pass the glorious
Thunderbirds whose
lightning eyes illuminate
hallowed lands of Elders.
Oh testify with reverence
and adulation and devotion
of the Turkey and Turtle
Rounded-Feet and Horse
the Raccoon and Rabbit
Oh such imperial clans.
Oh Great Nomads!
Stomp your Great Dance
around Wikkums erected
from tree barks
and sap and brush
and cattails
strive to seek
to protect
to preserve what
Mishaami are left.
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