Best Outright Poems
The lunatics finally did it
And it’s gonna drive us all wild
A man has an x-ray in the NHS
They will ask if he may be with child
Picture the scene, it’s almost obscene
If x-rayed at some later date
They’ll ask if I’m pregnant and I will say, “No…
But, Doctor, I am a bit late.”
The doc’s chin will drop to the floor
The unborn rank high in their fears
He’ll ask me, “How late?” And I’ll calculate…
“It’s something like sixty-five years!”
oh how they don’t like it when one of their own
turns on them,
oh how they don’t like it when he gets a gun---
oh how easily they lie when their lies are exposed &
now Mr. Dorner is dead,
just like they planned.
as parallels are made with Waco &
the buzz clips show the forceful roasting of the cabin in which
Dorner hid for his last moments,
the audio exchanges of the officers in question who
intentionally deployed the burners in order to
set it aflame & reduce it to rubble,
echo a tune that we all know too well---
that the pigs oinking round in the LAPD are good at what they do &
that is wielding
unbridled violence---
as they have done in the past,
so they continue in the present.
so does it make you feel more safe, america,
when those that get paid to “protect us”
end up getting burnt to ash
because they complained about the rampant racism
that flourishes within those very police departments
in which they work
&
were subsequently fired?
will you get in line & again,
as in
EVERY CASE OF GUN VIOLENCE IN THE EMPIRE,
point the finger at the shooter &
refuse to ask any questions as to
why
someone ends up unloading on people?
is it easier for you to sleep at night,
now that one man has been burnt to ash
after being hunted by the very organization in which he was
once employed?
you don’t smell a rat in the sewer?
nawww…it’s just so much easier to think that the state
has your back &
then change the channel with one hand while
stuffing your face with Doritos
with the other
(so you don’t have to see the footage of the flames),
isn’t it.
justice is outright a mind
a mind is outright a mind
a mind is outright a mind of justice
a mind of justice is outright a mind of justice
a mind is a minding of justice
a minding of a mind is,
a minding of justice
a minding of justice is,
justice’s justice
a minding justice is playful,
of a minding justice
playful is playful of justice
playful is playful of a mind
a mind is playful of a mind
a mind is playful of a justice mind
to outright playful a mind is,
to outright justice a mind
outright is outright justice
outright is outright a mind
a mind of justice is,
a minding mind
No world class historic buildings
will you find here.
No historic Trevi Fountain.
No Arch de Triumph, no!
No famous bus lines either.
No major parades seen on TV.
No zany activists with signs nor
drums or harming others will you
see.
You can walk here without fear
day or night.
No knifings, shootings nor fist
fights.
No drive by shootings day and
night.
My sweet city, a gift outright
I learned in Chicago to beware
of my back.
I rarely have that thought, any
longer!
"A boogeyman might get you"
is what I was taught.
Now, I leave my door unlocked
these days.
Unafraid someone might kill
me as I once feared.
And drive without a care that a
car is following me.
You can leave packages on your
deck for days!
Or your mail in a cute rural mailbox.
All will remain perfectly O.K.
Your neighbors roll in empty
trash bins if you are not home.
So, I ask you~ is this a gift from
God or what?
On streets here, as you drive,
people wave to you?
Why...saints alive!
Lovely smiles, a daily surprise.
American flags in pride wave
here.
Pride in the USA is acceptable.
Patriotism is in full, unabashed
gear!
And in this city, poetry found me.
Plus one poet here reached right
Through the screen and into my
soul!
Removed it, so that I became able
to see,
The unbeknownst potential that
resides in me.
Poem inspiration credit to~
Matthew Anish
"Beautiful Day in New York City"
(Hey Matthew, thank you! PR)
September 25, 2019
OUTRIGHT PRETEXT
a synthesizer
perpetuates
an eternal quality
for
a compelling moment
this silhouette
a recreated
sensation
to
coincide
&assimilate
the
analytics captured
an
idea
asserted
as an
apperception
a simultaneously
sensation
supplies gestures
undulating
elegant
refined
glamorous
&amorous
unbridled
fervent &formidable
in
devoted
ideal
beauties
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
M-orning March thirtieth
A-ims to meet the Thursday;
R-ise of the sun begins,
R-ugged wind fades away.
E-vening shadows vanish into the dark of night;
N-ew dawn has broken, after the lonely twilight.
B-eautiful beacon shines,
U-sing the flame of light;
A-iming to brighten the day,
D-ark disappears
O-utright.