Best Partial Poems
They become your friend
They take your side
But from the abuse
You cannot hide
Slowly at first
To make you a friend
One he feels he can depend
In your mind you’re crying for help
But each time,no matter what you are alone
When he is done, he feels no disgrace
A feeling confidence, that can’t be erased
He knows you won’t tell
He took his time to be sure
You live in a secret shame
You’re no longer pure
But he said that he loved me
That I was his special one
That he was rewarding me
For something I’d done
As an adult, my life is messed up
I feel that I, may someday erupt
Every aspect of my life is full of pain
If there’s a heaven, may he pay for his shame!!
It was a majestic sunrise
as a honeyed circle rose behind tall silhouette trees
emanating wonder and peace
an apple sun
with a bite bitten
the garden of Eden flashed my mind
as a partial eclipse of the sun glowed
a very special good morning
watching the moon circle the sun
We’ve heard it said,
That partial sight is worse than no sight
We would rather not see men as trees.
That half-truth is no truth
It is rather a blatant lie.
That partial information is no information
Better to be called a misinformation.
Therefore if you will,
When you give sight, be like Jesus
If you would swear an Oath
Make it void of all trace of perjury
And if you must tell tale
Always tell the full story, a balanced story
When You Speak.
If a statement is True,
such as
I am WhiteMale,
then the oppositional statement
I am BlackFeMale
is False
which enjoys equivalent truth value with
I am NotBlack/NotFemale,
and I am WhiteMale
back where we started,
more obvious rather than less obscure.
But, if a statement is Not(Not True)
and NotFalse,
could it also be Not(Not False)?
Imagine,
if you dare,
you are a browngrey-scaled transgender person,
vulnerable to many bipolar lack of boundary issues,
with a troubling tendency to camouflage your ambiguous identity,
rather like that damned cat in a box,
half alive and yet also half dead.
Being a wise politician,
when you are with the White Republican Males,
you send messages persuading them to see you as
"I too am a WhiteMale"
no awkward discussions needed, really.
And, when you decide to go to the other side
of your parallel tracks,
hanging with the Black Democratic EcoFeminists,
they invite you to now become one with their village
"I am a Feminist of Full Rainbow/BrownGreyScale Color"
Is it notnot true
yet also notnot false
that this White kinda conservative Male
could also become a more liberated Black Democratic SheMale?
And yet this seems like double-bound co-information
not accessible
from a unilateral,
as contrasted with a bilateral,
view of all accessible identities of this nomial statement
as either not true
or not false,
such that
our TransGender Person of PolyCulturing Intent and Capacity
is also both not entirely truly alive
and not entirely falsely dead,
when reconsidered,
bicamerally dipolar reconnected,
sometimes more BothAnd full-color brown-octave recessive
and sometimes less EitherOr greyscaled calculating dominant,
and occasionally all the fractal-regenerative WinWin above.
In Babylon, the Heathen rage,
and in vain, they face the East
Yet, ya'll should look Up to Almighty Above
displaying and guarding your faith, hope, and love.
Don't let Satan's Satanic Team
steal away your Godly Dream
even though ,we are sent out as sheep living among the wolves,
we do have with us some spiritual armour, o so loaded with so many tools!!
If we hide our lights under a bushel;
we will become like mushel.
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand, but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
At times, you will carry a big stick
but walk softly for some others
Joy and laughter is oft good for the soul,
so that bitterness and rot will not swallow you up whole.
I aim to laugh hardy before going to bed,
it's health to my bones, and sauve for my head!
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand, but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
Let your spirit allow you to walk on water in your mind
and use that helmet that Christ so eloquently gave
to duck the world's traditions that only can enslave
Just quit becoming slaves to Ape-boymen
set your head like flint and do not be removed
check out the brood; just don't do as they do
May your clouds be lined with silver,
as you dig up kindness to deliver, for Our Lord loves his lil cheerful giver.
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand, but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
So that the Salt may not lose it's Flavor:
Jesus Our Saviour: "Be of Good Cheer, for I have Overcome the world"
Sola Fide- Sola Gratia
Psalm 121
Psalm 23
Philipp 4
Romans 8 :28
Copyright McCuen 2009
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand, but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
A happy heart can make a glad face
in this ungodly wretched rat race
There are those that scare, and those that don't care
yet, there is nothing that is new under the sun
so just keep serving Our Consistent Holy One
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand,but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
Now, look to Heaven, build ya'lls heart's treasure
and in time to come , the Lord will measure
just rise above and move onward, soldier
and with your faith ,become ever bolder
become a living oasis in this arid desert-land
for those that are parched with a terrible thirst
don't wait for others to do it; ya'll go ahead and be the first
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand,but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
Become a lighthouse within the sea
for those lost souls to come to thee
Now, mercy can equal crosses and homework
for those who have been made wide-awake
so we do our reasonable service ,at least ,for the Lord's sake
Remember Nicodemus was mixed among the weeds,
now let this be your guide when you set out to plant some seeds
To whom much is given, much is required;
a lifetime of practice that should not be retired
May we search the Holy Book to crumble down those walls
and sing Mariam's Song of Victory as we deck the grayest halls
We walk by faith,and not by sight
we must have hope in our Heavenly fight
and endure until the end; keep focused,my friend
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand,but rather,
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
Copyright McCuen 2009
I’ve seen a rosy-cheeked nobody
who was a star far more i
n her thrill at the chance met moment
than the jaded celebrity
who grimaced to give her autograph again.
Got some really good friends here on The Soup
You know for youse guys, I'd jump through hoops
It's not a surprise
Some have great thighs
Do I mean guys or gals? Kinda partial to boobs!
Whirling memories as dream-like pebbles
On a beach or in my pockets, in my hands
Opening and closing, opening and closing
Holding on tight, knowing them elusive
Vortex of films and fragments, tearing
my brain. Filaments of partial awareness
Hum hum of distant voices closing fastly in
Overwhelming all surrounding invasive
Windstorm of emotions, feelings, unfinished
thoughts. Softly spoken incomprehensible
sounds. Consciousness slowly returning
Human hand in mine, warm and comforting.
***
March 12, 2017
© Darren White
Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir (me),
whose long since (resting in eternal
peace) papa suffered degradation,
humiliation and understandable lamentation
as a kid living in Flatbush.
Authorities and expert legal scholars
pieced together what probably comprised
a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of
Gilgamesh).
Recollection recounted torturous,
malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness
visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and
timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male,
whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious
dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis.
A postscript (purportedly penned prior to
once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing)
stated that said personage felt bitterness,
disharmonious envious self loathing.
That grownup man known as mine father,
though once upon a time, said recently
anonymous deceased old fogey ironically
registered as an atrocious, cantankerous,
and egregious deplorable high school student.
Also, the author of what constitutes partial
opprobrious litany attests during his
idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious
Arab zombie school daze.
God, Supreme Being known to all.
His existence years before man's invention.
The church says He is a Lord of perfection.
When you walk through darkness and Him you call,
Faster than a gunshot, He hears your calls.
Fierce as a lion, God is feared by all nations,
For His speech alone can cause destruction.
Why art Thou give not to man power for all?
Why art Thou took a rib from man,
And made her, woman more beautiful?
Why art Thou give some wealth and power not to farm,
And many poor, and for the rich they work so dutiful?
Human being and spirit being have not equal ear.
When answers will come, I still will be here.
It is written,perversion can breed more perversion
nevertheless,lead the way, ya'll of the correct Conversion.
Watch, lest we become satan's catch of the day,
all because we followed the rest on their dark way
Light the path for a lost and wandering pilgrim,
and ,could be, their misery, you may just dim
beaming as a strong pillar or as a tree planted by the sea
because of Jesus and because of thee
or as a bridge over many troubled waters for those
to pass to the good side because of your generosity
Saving them out of the fire,although being quite leary
to even touch their tainted garments
because of Ya'lls Faith...
and beyond what ya'll see, hear, feel, or think
our journey's into Christ's realm ,where He is the link,
and that is why Serpent Venom , we ought not to drink
lest we become like them and we lose our power to think
then become spiritually dead, and produce a powerful stink
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand, but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
In this topsey turvey world,
there can be many harms,
but why not use your Godly gifts,
to cure with some of your charms.
Satan is a sheep stealer,a con-wheeler and dealer
he wants you down, he wants your crown!
follow him and you will frown,follow him and you will drown.
23,000 souls were swallowed up by the earth,
when the Lord split it open,
for they had lost their faith
and they needed some serious soapin'
Let us not aim to build our houses upon the sand, but rather...
look to the Rock of Ages who came before us in this Land
Copyright McCuen 2009
Attributed To Concerned parents
of Traumatized Refugee
Dear Fred and Mary Anne MacLeod Trump...
Posthumous belated tattered letter fragment
recently discovered (liberally sprinkled with
hyperbole (presumed for greater audacious
zealousness), sans accidentally acquired
by yours truly.
Miscellaneous personal item highly valued
when thwarted from auctioneer, whose gently
persuasion collectible merchandise requisitioned,
thence keepsake property perfunctory mandatorily forfeited.
Due compensation from sole male heir (me),
whose long since (resting in eternal
peace) papa suffered degradation,
humiliation and understandable lamentation
as a kid living in Flatbush.
Authorities and expert legal scholars
pieced together what probably comprised
a lengthy epistle rivaling the Epic of
Gilgamesh).
Recollection recounted torturous,
malicious, and flagitious mean spiritedness
visited upon the ambitious, cadaverous, and
timorous body electric high-jinxed introverted male,
whose abstemious, conscientious, and nutritious
dietary regime, could not forestall rigor mortis.
A postscript (purportedly penned prior to
once philosophical pensive poet's papa's passing)
stated that said personage felt bitterness,
disharmonious envious self loathing.
That grownup man known as mine father,
though once upon a time, said recently
anonymous deceased old fogey ironically
registered as an atrocious, cantankerous,
and egregious deplorable high school student.
Also, the author of what constitutes partial
opprobrious litany attests during his
idolatrous, notorious, and semiconscious
Arab zombie school daze.
He ranked as de facto semiprecious,
tremulous and unanimous scapegoat
bullied by a bumptious, callous,
disputatious hippopotamus of a brat
infamous bruiser later in his life to become
forty fifth president of UnIted States.
Though documentation incomplete, the un
named subject referred within torn shred
recovered included signatory couching
ambiguous references to a tenebrous,
unscrupulous, and vicious wiseass initials.
Dee Tee quickly intuitively assessed
as one inhumane specimen, whose pugnacious,
pretentious, and pestiferous, persona characterized
impetuous, adulterous apprenticeship appetite
for erecting phallic skyscrapers.
This once pacific pilloried pupil, whose grown
son (myself), now recalls father's misty eyed
anecdotes dripping with acrimonious, curmudgeonly
grouchy, grizzly and crotchety old sorries,
viz refashioned abominable kamikaze
psychological sorties.
I can vividly recall (how painful unto his old age)
oft daddy's repeated quotidian taunts, whereby
that bad ass, acidulous, avaricious, contemptuous,
enormous, and grievous big boy trumpeting
bruiser exuded devious, heinous, libelous, and
parsimonious tightwad, though born into wealth.
Premeditated mental abuse can not be reversed without full meaning...
Although, the intension is honestly considered.