Best Perpetuated Poems
Death and Forlorn Time in the Shadows of True Evil
Death and Time holdeth onto eerie and most frightening shadows
Whilst pervading deeply within that infernal region where the dark
Evil and uncanny mists occlude the terrifying presence of a great
Dark Doomsday cult of vicious and horrifying beasts that are now
Perpetuated from a putrid Hellspawn by Lucifer’s own command!
Corrupted with the presence of sacrilegious beasts of true violence
Who hate all aspects of humankind with their spirit of maleficence,
And wince not whilst decapitating the heads of those who disagree
With them, and creating a mindless havoc of unparalleled tragedy
That’s become an expected, sad occurrence of Mankind writ large!
Brandishing a razor-sharp, coal-black-blade is their evil incarnation,
Of a time, that’s totally indicative of their chaotic rampage of bloody
Burning attacks as battlegrounds are drawn into an eternal darkness,
From whence there may be no return since there’s a dark, blood-red
Poison, from the dark afterlife, in which every drop of blood is toxic!
Every drop of this spilt blood-red poison has a deadly demonic aroma,
That produces nasty swarms of ravenous locusts to torment all innocent
Victims caught between the machinations of Almighty God and Lucifer.
In this reality, these evil spirits cast their malevolent spells without any
Scruple, wishing for Mankind’s swift destruction by Lucifer himself!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – November 24, 2017
(Quintain)
Categories:
perpetuated, dark, evil, fantasy, horror,
Form:
Quintain (English)
When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for the way
you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"
in your warbling baby voice
also how you were the only one
who ever acknowledged me.
I remember
how you lived with grandparents, aunts
instead of your methhead parents.
Your blonde hair. Your ugly clothes.
Freckles and a cheap brand of romanticism.
A picture of you and me, sixteen:
I remember
you used to say, "Call me Puff"
to all the dangerous boys; we once
crowded on a dirty mattress with four
other people passing bong for weed,
pipe for that toxic crystal Devil of
devils. I remember
you fed me cigarettes, cherry tomatoes
from your grandfather's garden.
A lightless smoky room full
of young and lonesome prisoners
of perpetuated misguided soul-searching--
I remember
how we savored our shared pain
like something holy. Godhead of
black magic and the violation
of innocence.
Today I
am torn of that chrysalis,
and I think sometimes of your soul
left there to stagnate
in the dark. Christina
I don't know how to say
any of this to you,
but when I remember how
you fed me cherry tomatoes
I think of your grandfather
finding you out, you were feeding
meth to your young teenaged sister
so she wouldn't care if your
boyfriend and all his friends
f***ed her.
I remember
feeling so much love for you (sister?)
when now your name compels in me
nothing but disgust--this disgust
which bruises my soul, Christina...
I never wanted to feel this.
Categories:
perpetuated, addiction, angst, change, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
It’s funny how light
From a source
Can reach across many miles,
Through time even.
That, too, can be said
For bonds or friendship.
Age has no bearing
Sex has no bearing
Distance has no bearing
Just the honesty,
The respect and love
Has bearing on how far
A friendship can go.
Let friendship be light
Never to be extinguished
By thought, but be perpetuated
By natural resonance.
Categories:
perpetuated, friendship, inspirational, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
fickle crickets:
serenading sirens
of retreat, as chartreuse digits
creep dark alley swamps;
hanging jungle themes invade
quiet dens perpetuated by
creation’s wet glory...croaking:
ancestral tales of grandeur.
mammal sigils:
evoking tootling
trespassers of environmental legacy;
nature redeeming medicines
sustaining miracles of light...EPA
earth.provides.assistance:
yet mankind defers pollution-free
toxic-free lakes of life.
scatter kingdom:
encroaching breaths spew
poisonous darts of entitlement
never biblically enforced;
gather eggs of free-will, lay deep
in vined elegance towering
beneath second-heaven despisers
of extant species.
Categories:
perpetuated, earth, green, heartbroken, life,
Form:
Free verse
Centuries of lies, a hollow myth
Perpetuated by charlatans with great ceremony
The Greatest Show, the living bread
The crowd sustained and animated by necromancy
The will is fused, the body dismembered and reassembled
Eager dehumanization, they tread the path
An ancient instinct, hereditary chains
Lift the chalice, a cannibal rite
Commit the body to the fires
They burn all sin to purest white
Like bones they glisten in the sun
The heart is woman, a harlot's course
Chaos bound to ritual law
A book to strangle, the human vine
Withered fruit, none shall eat
A brittle parody of True God's design
The Word of sufferance, spread like plague
Prostrated before your False God
An empty gesture before his impassive gaze
Power channels, below the surface
Christian mind cannot detect
Stabbing empty, fever pitch
Turn the blade, release is now.
Categories:
perpetuated, corruption, dark, death, evil,
Form:
Free verse
To the people of the earth, we convey this greeting.
We are quite anxious for this long-awaited meeting.
Coming in peace, we are your cousins, as once before.
In a few hours, we’ll be reunited once more.
You will recognize us; our appearance you will know.
We see the sun we once shared ten million years ago.
The planet’s orbit remains between Venus and Mars.
History is forgotten, but we remember ours.
Our first arrival was with the great reptiles roaming.
Something happened, and we could not save them from dying.
Your entire world was completely warm and tropical.
This appeared to be the ideal place for our people.
Our interstellar travel made us masters of space.
However, we knew nothing of climate in this place,
or evolution and genetics within our race.
Your planet is in a section of isolation.
It takes many years to reach your civilization.
Our starships would be bringing news from the galaxy.
They would land three or four times in every century.
Your earth was once a constant tropical paradise.
However, climactic changes covered it with ice.
A strange phenomenon caused some harmless mutations.
Some of us were immune. There were no alterations.
This did not kill, or cause destructive physical harm.
It did start to arouse inevitable alarm.
Two separate groups arose over thousands of years.
Suspicion was perpetuated and caused great fears.
Those who did not leave earth sank into barbarism.
Envy, discord, and conflict were caused by the schism.
We had thought the end came for your civilization.
Your first radio signals gave us indication
that your culture has survived all these millennia.
This discovery has given us euphoria.
We see you have made your long ascent from savagery.
We are here to restore the long-lost fraternity.
We have uncovered much since we abandoned the earth.
Now that you are re-discovered, there will be much mirth.
Perpetual tropical climate, we will restore.
You won’t have to withstand freezing winters anymore.
With genetic mutation, there’s no need to endure.
For your offensive, yet harmless plague, we have a cure.
For what is now wrong, we have the power to make right.
Only let us know how many of you are still white.
Based on the short story "Reunion" by the late Arthur C. Clarke
Categories:
perpetuated, adventure, science fictionearth, planet,
Form:
Rhyme
I have my constitution
which exists in the tablets of my mind,
It's not an illusion,
but an ally, a friend,
A guide to perfection,
Perverts the way of the pervert,
A guide to perfection
for the immortal, mortal and mortality.
There is a constitution,
Perpetuated by coercion,
Written by human distortion,
With zigged and zagged expectation,
Oriented to insufficiency,
Loops that our leaders pay to see,
Whose sowers sow carefully,
lest they close their own way.
Of a doctrine hollow I know,
Often planted on the way of justice,
Where the little of a cobbler is taken,
To spare the enthusiasm of a regime,
A policy set out for heaven,
But creates hell just before,
When infants survive just long enough,
To witness the state-of-the-art slaughter of their beloved.
An outline of legal malpractices,
constitution of an immoral basis of morality,
Thieves defining the principle of equity,
Harlots given virgin reception,
A fugitive in the state house,
A constitution which siphons justice,
Is your pamphlet of statements,
Written in pencil and erased in ink.
That's not my constitution,
Which differentiates between a ***** and hero,
Implemented sparingly by hungry lawyers,
Who when full do more harm,
To warrant extermination of infants,
And offer them a premature state burial,
Where man slaughters his kinsmen,
For the interests of a constitution.
Written 15/06/2012 MUTHOKA JACOB.
A reaction to failed confidence in the constitution whose makers become the prefects over its interpretation.
Categories:
perpetuated, political,
Form:
Ballad
They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait.
The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head
responding to the reins he moved on as his rider leant forward and
rubbed his poll in affection. Tensed up his withers quivering he sprang into
action careening down the slope pulling up lame. His rider dismounted
and ran his hand down his legs finding some heat in the fetlock. Lifting
his leg he found the cause a stone lodged in his frog, using his hoof
pick he dislodged it thanking his lucky stars that it was not a pulled stifle.
Checking his hind legs for heat in the hocks and gaskin he found all to be well.
He patted his croup in affection and re-examined the front leg still a little heat but his coronet seemed fine. A week's rest should put him right allowing the bruised frog time to heal. It would be tight to keep him fit for their big show in three weeks time but a strained stifle would have put him out of action for at least six weeks. On foot he lead Silver back to the stables and there applied a poultice to his hoof which he would change daily until the frog recovered, leaving Silver munching happily on hay. He walked into the tack room and replaced his tack and stood admiring the rows of rosettes that lined the walls.. The upcoming show would give him the final proof of how superb he was and then people would flock to bring their mares to him and his line would be perpetuated long into the future.
Categories:
perpetuated, horse,
Form:
Narrative
Here, this day, on this inglorious
Field
Thy vain struggles will count no
Valour.
All hope now abandoned,
Imminent defeat unconcealed;
Erstwhile countenance display
Such waxen, languid pallor.
Surround by your dwindling
Forces
Ye will but sadly find...
That the stout keep of your
Valiant fortress is all but breached,
Once strong foundations failing -
Wherest badly undermined!
For a rigorous examination beckons
ye;
Stood before impassioned jurors
Chosen from the feared and all
Powerful families of the ignoble
Medici.
Black curtains drawn back from
Deep reveals
That look out over the enlightened
Years...
Where conceals...
Hidden between leafs of peremptory
Decree:-
A blight spread upon these lands,
Inflicted from Romes insidious
Plans -
That cause stain upon the
Renaissance of a golden century!
When clapping thunder breaks and
Brazen lightening clashes
Still I would know ye again:
A pounding, frenzied reflex devoid
Of all Godly purpose -
Detached from any amount of
Blame!
For I have sought ye out, O lowly
Meretrix;
Heaping upon you with bondage
Enforced through servitude and
Shame;
And I, O lowly Meretrix,
I...hereby command thy name.
A fastidious Advocate of intellectual
Character
Shallst I elect,
He who be a practitioner of
Theological proposal unrefrained,
To represent you -
Raised from the rank files of the
Dead and slain!
A public gallery, wherest seated,
Ghostly phantasms
That I purposefully select;
And for a judge - A deathly one:
Ill measured, worshipfully detached,
Beneath it all,
And hopelessly arcane.
This "Innocent" fool, dressed in
Guise of highest ecclesiastical
Enforcer,
Perpetuated a medieval Inquisition,
Both protracted and prolonged,
That openly boasted and rejoiced
In its zealous slaughter!
Thereby spawned a terrible edict -
"Ad Extirpanda":-
Cannon law that advocates the
Use of "Legitimate torture"!
Know thee also, Meretrix, the Pius
Pontiff,
Heaven sent,
Who in his greater wisdom
Convened over
The council of Trent:
Four hundred years spanning
Across a Reformations fears;
Reaffirmed when Pope John,
In reflective reiteration,
Was heard to chillingly hiss:
"What was...Still is"!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Categories:
perpetuated, philosophy, proposal,
Form:
Rhyme
Love is a perpetual "Proof" that something "Good",and "Earnest",and "Eternal" is meant for "US"! Love is real just like flesh and blood,and is "Bliss" that is being given to us to keep us alive in "Time and Progression"!!! It is good to be a "Progressive in the sight of "Time"!Mother nature and "Father Time",and we must realize what "LOVING" or not "LOVING" urges us to "Obtain","Perhaps "Death itself" will cease all "Souls",which "LOVE ITSELF" "Created": We can ask "The Lord God Almighty"to let us "Inhabit " our specific perfected "WORLD"!! Love can do what "POWER" cannot "DO"!!!!!!Judgement Day is at hand for those who will not LOVE!!!! HELL is their home for sure!!!!THOSE WHO "HATE ARE DESTINED TO DIE AND GO TO HELL FOR CERTAIN!!!THE RACIST DESTINY IS TO DIE AND GO TO "HELL' for certain!!!!There is "NO" "Discrimination "In Hell",and the only thing in "Hell" is the hate that has been perpetuated ,and delivered back to the "HATER"!!!!! LOVE can do what "Power" cannot do: After "Power" has done its best,and "GIVEN UP": Love "TAKES UP THE BEST OF POWER",and continues the "JOURNEY",because "WITHOUT LOVE": The "JOURNEY ENDS"!!!!!Power becomes "Defeated" without "LOVE" for sure!!!!Power gets defeated for NOT LOVING!!!LOVE is an "ACTION WORD",and cannot be "FOOLED or beguiled,or circumvented"!CAN I GET A WITTINESS "NO MATTER WHAT YOUR RELIGION IS?!
Categories:
perpetuated, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Ballad
BACK TO JUJU
Tradition laments elegies of those
Who have perpetuated the thoughts that held
Me in the womb of darkness.
I want to adjust my rear-view mirror and focus.
I would like to be free to think my innate thoughts-
I have dined on your crumpets, and vomited;
For none of your ingredients have agreed with me.
I need to be free to think my innate thoughts-
and feel my true genius, my God awaits me.
How long must I die a thousand deaths?
In this matrix of doom, yet you subscribe to every issue
and never care about the depth of your soul.
After all, the damage and hatred has been spewed you cry,
and return to the vomit.
My eyes and ears are closed to you:
I will not give up (high john the conqueror) again.
Categories:
perpetuated, africa, anxiety, black african
Form:
Verse
The neighbors gazed at the sky with the nighttime stars.
There is plenty to see while they’re living on Mars.
Since the planet is dry with a thin atmosphere,
so much can be seen because the sky is so clear.
The colony has been peaceful and serene here.
However, concerns about earth clutched them in fear.
The colonists viewed as they sat on their front porch,
their home earth shining brightly like a blue-green torch.
From one hundred million kilometers away,
nations have begun to fight each other today.
One night, they were watching as the earth burned with red.
An atomic war began with millions feared dead.
The blinking light Morse code box relayed a message.
It described a global war with massive carnage.
“Detonations obliterate Australia.
Explosions decimate Cape Town, South Africa.
London, Paris, and Los Angeles are all gone.”
This made all speculate of what was going on.
“Are my parents, brothers, and sisters still alive?
From what happened, will civilization survive?
I have not written to my brother as of late
because there’s a five dollar first class postage rate.”
The new circumstances perpetuated fright.
The luggage store in town stayed open late that night.
The decision to leave was made amongst themselves.
By the dawn, the luggage disappeared from the shelves.
Based on "The Martian Chronicles" by Ray Bradbury
Categories:
perpetuated, science fiction, war, earth,
Form:
Narrative
Life on the earth to all is reality.
However, it possesses ephemerality.
Living may be full of hardship or sublime.
No matter what, we are here for a short time.
Despite unpredictable events and trends,
we must share this world with our neighbors and friends.
We convey the good blessings that our Lord sends.
They are perpetuated until our life ends.
There is a reserved place in heaven for all.
Our Lord God takes in all souls that heed His call.
We should love neighbors and friends unselfishly.
Those with God, recognizing His sovereignty,
ones who live their whole lives altruistically,
will dwell in His Kingdom for eternity.
Our dear friend has fulfilled his obligations.
He has passed all his trials and tribulations.
Another soul has departed for heaven.
Our beneficent Lord God, please take Joe in.
Robert Pettit
To my cousin Joseph Pettit Sr. who passed away January 27, 2011
Categories:
perpetuated, funeral, cousin, , memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
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Categories:
perpetuated, i love you, journey,
Form:
Epic
Her external beauty
matches her internal one;
I call her a brilliant star
so unique, majestic and pretty.
In her delicate, affectionate and womanly embrace:
love is expressed immensely,
as I feel loved with a praise...
remembering her with that certain spark of sensuality.
Other women have loved me honestly and sweetly,
but not enough to create a lasting bond...
to start a legacy perpetuated in memory
as of those who can be recognized in any crowd.
Humble woman of unsung virtues, I will adorn, at last...
your strands of gray hair with beautiful diamonds:
if neither honor nor glory will be given before your death:
I will proclaim you a brilliant star...the envy of others!
Categories:
perpetuated, death, inspirational, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme