Best Perpetrate Poems
What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic of waves
The voltage of emotion is overwhelming me
What is this journey impending to?
What is my purpose?
To obliterate or build?
I keep assurances only to splinter and shatter them
I melt into their regrets and apologies without looking back
Then I am slapped right back in the face
With my own waves of shame and qualm
I wish I was like you
I wish I could put a guise on and never show my face
I wish I could take a dagger and extinguish the sorrow
Destroy tomorrow
But it keeps coming back with twinges and pains!
I want to scream my way into your existence
I want to end all the overwrought thoughtlessness
I want to be lifted in your ease
To be beautiful and clever like you
The demon is me and I am foaming with misery
My horns are melting by your pertinacious confrontations
I can’t reply to the desolation of nothingness
I can’t make it all go away
I’m trapped! RELIEVE ME!
Cursed adrenaline rushes about me
My body is prickling and waterlogged in blackness
I swallow the poisons of my backwash
And back-fire every stab in the back
I have nothing else to give
From the bottom of a febrile heart,
And ageless is this love
Growing younger by the passing day.
Pyramidal like champagne, cascades
In its purest concept,
Bubbling as the crystal stream
Cleaves the blackest rock.
To expose the fertile soil
And perpetrate impassioned rites;
Copulates my dusky soul with
Fever burned of fearful death.
I have nothing else to give
From the singing depths of sanctuary,
And ageless be this love
Breathed 'till the dying breath.
Each morning I awaken, I put on ‘the mask’
in order to perpetrate my sham.
At dusk, I’m wearied, tired, and exhausted after a
full day of trying not to be who I am.
The pressure is on.., society says, to be accepted by all others,
I must fit in no matter the cost, even if it means
forsaking my own brothers!
If you like me, then I like myself, I’ve found this fact
to be true. Your opinion of me dictates my worth
so what’s a body to do?
Maybe if I was who I really am, you might just like
me in spite of it. But, I can’t take the chance on the
hurt I would feel from a friendship unrequited.
So, to avoid being labeled the ‘black sheep’ in a
fold of socially accepted lambs
I spend my time and every fiber of my being
trying not to be who I am!
Tree of honor born from the cedars of Lebanon
No seed does it drop and it not know where
Absorbing the heat to provide a haven of shade
Seasons and storms cause no threat
No cutting words can perpetrate its bark
A sapling mirrors its sway in the daystar’s light
Majestic and true, august and firm
Friendly and kind always waving never wavering
Never can the seed of this produce anything but a Cedar of Lebanon
The Tangled Web
Lines on her face grew deeper when fabrications were conceived
When further contradictions came, she knew not what to believe
Caught in a lie I’d be sent to my room; there’d be no reprieve
Mom said, "A tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive”
My boyfriend had no license yet; we wanted to double date
To get my mom’s permission, a lie I had to perpetrate
Claimed the driver was my boyfriend’s brother to mom’s fears abate
This was the first strand in a tangled web I chose to create
When the invitation to his wedding came, mom was irate
The “driver” had another last name, more lies I did inflate
“They have the same mom, just different dads,” but this did not equate
She’d met his Catholic parents; divorce was against our mandate
“His older brother’s father died.” This made my mom a skeptic
I wish mom would have washed my mouth out with an antiseptic
For now the web that hovered above had grown so very thick
Mom was on to me for sure, so she devised a clever trick
At mass my mom asked his where her first husband had been buried
How quickly she responded, “I’ve never before been married.”
For two years these lies had grown, and so much guilt I had carried
This snowball led me to declare I’d never again mislead
Though the truth may bring results that are unsatisfactory
You won’t be covered by webs built of story upon story
And when the truth prevails, you won’t see eyes accusatory
Or spend your teen years in a room filled with falsehoods’ armory
*True story for Paula’s “My Parent” contest
I was dead the day I was born
She looked straight into my eyes; as she sat right across me
I could see fear right through her, as she mumbled with the thought of my vicious actions
Trying so hard to understand how did I become such an animal overnight
An “A” student abdicating life due to life sorrow daily incidence
I burst out loud behaving like this is a big buffoon and replied
”I was dead the day I was born”
Its amazing how one angel can transmute into Lucifer
So horrifying like witnessing a saint transforming into a zombie
How a GURU can incline to prostitute tendencies with no remorse
As she fell on her knees with tears hopelessly growling kissing the floor
I could smell blood coming out from her wounded heart as she said silently
“Forgive them lord for they don’t know what they doing”
I giggled out loud with anger written all over my scar, scary face
As I perpetrate the idea that what kind of a loving parent that abandon the world for so long
The parent that left even unborn babies striving to survive life termination
The war survivors thrown on the streets self-catering on the dustbins
“I guess heaven have its people and I’m definitely not one of them”
For I WAS DEAD THE DAY I WAS BORN
Compiled by: Sphelele Brian Aubrey Ngubo (P.F)
Threatening me directly in my face
you want to appear bigger, you are not to be feared.
Knowledge empowers....
With every breath I will speak out
the world must know your type.
I wont give you the satisfaction of loosing my temper,
I will wrestle with you and always win, every time.
Identifying prey you perpetrate, manoeuvre your way in;
the thrill of the kill your stimulation
relentless in your obsession which you live and breathe.
Dangerously Intense wearing a life of normal
turning on your killer charm, pouncing on weakness
single....looking for love;
Turkish delight promise no sweet filling have you,
you reek of manipulation all in sight.
People have no idea of what they are flirting with
fatal attraction love is blind,
those who dared to love you, believed your lies, sadly it's too late.
Theories are formed and tested, proprietary can disguise,
good intuition, gut instinct it's true!,
under all circumstances it cant just be a bit of fun, you wont let go.
Incapable of love your'e not wired that way, sad but true,
take care my darling the love emotion is gone.
Don't be deceived not even for a minute when two mingled into one
all the love in the world you don't care you say what everyone wants to hear....
I love you baby. You say it to own it, black and white ice, control
that's your game, we a concept you simply cannot understand,
you chill me to the bone still I will never fear you.
I will ruthlessly expose you....flesh; the wounds of our interaction lay bare.
Brave in life your final moments victim no, that wasn't you
not even blood stained can define...still you oh yes, ...always.
The traits of your psyche displayed for all to see,
Cold, calculating, remorseless demon murderer John Doe, I will give you a name.
Killing, disposing of all who gets in your way.
Never taking responsibility for your actions, selfish to the core
but intimate strands of DNA betray you.
Knowledge empowers, defenceless we are not, we are stronger because of love x
For all the innocent individuals....Mothers, Father, Children brutally slain, torn apart, I feel your pain.....
Rest in peace.
I/we will always remember.....
Holy as incense rising....each person lifted high
Brave in life....silence is golden all that's left unsaid.
Everyone is searching for answers in the midst of current tragedies
Two unarmed black men and five white cops gunned down mercilessly
Black in Americans are incensed over the slaying of so many black men
But the answer is not the killing of white cops to make it even
Yet there is very little sympathy or justice when a black man is slayed
But if a white cop is shot a social uproar is on full display
Dear America I need you to comprehend it's about the economy
As there's not enough to go around for the majority
The economical and political climate of Jesus's time is just like today
Where the poor and downtrodden are hopeless, harassed and totally dismayed
The system then and the system now continues to perpetrate
A class of low income and disenfranchised who can never formulate
A means to attain any kind of status or develop any wealth
Living in substandard conditions which affects their self worth
Oppressed, depressed and totally distressed
Never to ever experience any form of progress
And until there is progress for all there will be economic strife
And until there is true equality there will be no peace in life
We need to address the ideology that systemically demonizes
And remember America was founded with violence and needs to realize
That African Americans will no longer sit quietly
and see our people be killed everyday
No justice, no peace and we will have our say
We are all children of the most high God
He loves us all and has us in His heart
You are no better than me and I'm no better than you
And the color of our skin doesn't make that less true
Dear America I hope you come to comprehend and understand
That all lives do matter be you a Caucasian or a Black man
Dear America we need to be like Jesus and have true compassion
With a desire to make positive change its time to take action
Dear America I need you to open your eyes and truly see
That there is no more plantation occupancy
Black Americans are now educated and many economically sound
We are no longer your property so stop trying to tear us down
We are more than conquerors we are survivors
and we claim the victory
Its time for you to let go of that slave owner mentality
A couple of months ago a new friend came into my life.
He has brought a ton of pleasure to me and my darling wife!
He was named Jefferson by some humane society wag,
But we call him Jeff for short and that will remain his tag!
He's an orange tabby and obviously has no pedigree.
I doubt he's concerned about that and it doesn't bother me.
He is snoozing on my desk as I compose this little ditty.
Jeff is one year old and sometimes is a naughty little kitty!
So far he has managed to spill my coffee cup on the table,
And has been caught pawing and gnawing on the television cable.
I've discovered Christmas tree ornaments behind the couch.
I'm sure Jeff is the guilty party, for that I can surely vouch!
He stalks my computer keyboard for which he has a fixation,
Wreaking havoc when I'm typing causing heaps of consternation!
He's a growing kitty and is eating me out of house and home,
And he growls and hisses when his furry coat I try to comb!
What mischief he will perpetrate next is really hard to gauge!
Mercy, Lord! Surely he'll mellow as he matures with age!
Oh, how innocent he appears when he snuggles on my lap,
As we both settle in my LazyBoy to take our daily map!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Donut People
Not all donut people are large or police or thieves
Nor are they thin, eating only greens and leaves and vitamins
Or exercising on the side of reasons muscularity
All this takes time to digest of course
Another hole, another donut down
Finding the criminal intent within is not a sin
Each and every calorie must be accounted for
According to health reports and other sources
Sugar particles find their way to court
Another bite out of crime….(but what about the obvious holes in this story?)
Public opinion is all about perception and what went down
All energy and money spent takes time to digest as well
To track down lost donuts, confections imperfections
Bring it to just desserts and deliciousness of justice
Our dedicated police will not sleep on just one donut
Their job has just begun
All citizens of our fine town
Can rest assured…. (So let them sleep)
Why!...Some of my best friends are donuts…(the mayor shouts.)
There is nothing wrong with that
Knowing one is out there unconsumed….
Leaves donut people too confused
Children are donut people too
They eat them all, run back for more….Poof!.....They’re gone
Confectioner’s confess and conjecture
Did girls and boys steal or simply borrow them?
Dusting off sweet powder and tiny prints of suspects
Leads to one conclusion
Convictions are in order for any one large or small…mostly small
When donut snatchers perpetrate such crimes
Donut people have their rights to eat in peace
Protected from crumby children who steal their treats
******************************P************************
Paranormal peasants of a pathetic and patient percentile
perpetrate peace from perjury..
A patriarch, parallel to a peaceful partisan passage..
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Meditation maliciously masks my mighty monogamous minx.
Modestly managing my machismo, mastering my maturity.
Jared Pickett
4/06/2010
Asavvy1
"The Author of the Lie"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It's amazing how many large altercations result from confrontations which are small
All because he whispered in your ear that you can blame it on the alcohol
Usually his approach is subtle, making it far more devious than the rest
Because he always attacks at the weakest point, better known as the flesh
He will use fast women to try to distract you from your wife
He will use greed to try to distract you from your Life
He will use false love to justify domestic violence
He will use the conflict of confusion to disrupt any peaceful silence
He is cunning and conniving, like no other ever known to this Earth
He promises fortune and fame, happiness and Love, but empty dreams are all they are worth
He offers temptations which are so very hard to resist
Then he hides the consequence by telling us he doesn't exist
He clouds the weakest minds with drugs and destroys necessities with desire
He attempts to weaken your Spirit by takaing your focus off the only Power Higher
He dwells in corruption, as the greatest enemy, he will debate
But all he can use is influence, sin is a deed only we can perpetrate
And his influence can have no power if I simply choose to deny
Only I can be my enemy because it's always my choice, please don't believe the lie
THIS SHOW MUST STOP
When will you take and know that you have taken enough?
Is it until take all the chicks from the mother hen and there is none left to take?
Do you want to take the father cock and the mother hen from the chicks too?
Why are you bringing pain to every household you enter; even when uninvited?
Don’t you see that you were never and not welcomed anywhere?
Nobody wants to be your friend; why don’t you try staying on your own?
The old hates you just as the young despise ever knowing of you
All these and more; still, you seem not to care at all
Your ear is sound proof; that’s why you don’t hear families crying and wailing
Are you that so blinded that you cannot see the tears and sorrows of mourners.
If you render a home homeless; will you live there?
What now happens to the orphans? Will you be their parents?
Are you going to be the child of those whose children you have taken?
Your wickedness has robbed you of your right sense of thinking
What are you doing with babies and the young?
Are you tired of taking the old? Do you now prefer children?
Are you that stupid that you don’t even know when and where you are invited?
Unwelcomed gatecrasher; nobody invited you to this party
Look around and see if anything that resembles you is here
You are a thief; you take without being given.
What will you gain from the wicked acts you perpetrate?
Do you ever have a sober reflection? You really need to think twice
We are tired of surprises; can you just tell us when you are coming?
Please tell us what and who you want; let’s prepare ahead of time
Nobody wants to go as of the moment; so, you can as well go empty handed
It is not funny but funny; here I am talking like it’s just you and me
Am not afraid of you any longer; I have seen pretty much of you
I know your tricks; I have lived with your surprises for too long a time
What other surprise packages do you have for me? None, as it’s just only me
Am tired of telling you to correct your ways; your wickedness precedes you.
Lordvip
before we can sustain any type of relationships in this life
we need to have the right relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ
Jesus said that the first commandment is to love the Lord
and the second is to love thy neighbor with the same accord
but the problem is when it comes to love some African- americans don't have a clue
as a people of color we're dealing with racism and PTSS too
Post Traumatic Slavery Syndrome has on my people taken a toll
as we don't know how to love nor how to achieve that goal
Black on Black crime occurs more than any other criminal stat
as it's about taught behavior and how to life we react
we were enslaved, we were degraded, we were never shown how to love
is it a wonder that as a people we have difficulty in rising above?
we need to reorientate our thinking about those things
that symbolize trouble and strife
to look past society's stereotypical words that have affected our lives
black ice, black cat, black magic, dark horse and of course black ball
just because we are Black we don't have to perpetrate
the self-hatred into which we're apt to fall
we need to love to love ourselves and not look for validation in designer garbs
we need to love to love ourselves and realize we're all images of God
we don't need to measure our worth in terms of what society deems
we're children of the Most High God and by the blood we've been redeemed
it was a Black man named Simon who assisted Jesus with His cross to Calvary
and a Black man named Barak Obama now holds the office of the USA Presidency
we need to learn to love ourselves just for who and what we are
just like the Lord God loved us from the very start
so let go of the rage, let go of the hate and let go of that age old grudge
forgive as Jesus forgave those who tormented Him and spilled His blood
no longer to be angry, no longer to be mad and no longer to feel rejected
moving forward in God's grace knowing that your're wanted, loved and respected
learn to love yourself and then your love for God
and your neighbor will come through
learn to love yourself with a positive mindset
and an outlook on life that's brand new
Spontaneous sulfurous stigmata sinisterly surfacing
Membranous molecules meticulously masterfully marshaling
Tangible tempestuous tears tangling thoughts
Radical revelation revealing ruinous rots
Pious priests patronize punishable penance
Impious illusions intrigue impacting independence
Narcotizing nefarious noxious naves navigate
Prioritizing pains portal pandemic perpetrate
False fixation fumigates fragmental fatal fury
Defaults determine damaged destructive demons dreary
Jan.18.2020
Eight-word challenge 1 2020
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