Best Pontificate Poems
Why Poets Are An Illumination In This Dark World
Gifting poetic words, let the flow be of friendly act
and not darker falsehoods that so many fear to retract,
if honor and truth's justice abides to steel your bold charge
know that such aid is rewarded, with blessings small and large!
Wherein earthen rulers crack cruel whips and thus command
ill-gained fruits from miserable poor that hard work the land,
poets live to pontificate and Light's truth thus extol
dire penalties for evil, burning fires of Sheol!
Why write if not to deliver Love's magnificent heart
sacrifice gems of soul seeking grace and thereby impart,
life's lessons, to benefit this darken world's fallen blind
walk lit path, see goodness manifold, returned in kind.
Allow poets this noble quest to create gifts that may heal
Follow sage wisdom, send heart's purest joy to seal the deal.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2018
Sonnet, (Inspired by Ngoc Nguyen's fantastic sonnet , titled- (Sonnet-"Poetic Justice")- As dedicated as a tribute to the fine poet that inspired this new creation..
Syllables Per Line: 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 196
Total # Words: 136
Categories:
pontificate, art, creation, inspiration, poets,
Form:
Sonnet
That’s so gay.
You say,
As I’m brushing off the slang you defend.
My cheeks burn red trying to comprehend,
But I wont.
I wont grasp this trend.
I wont hear the monster.
I wont permit your condemn.
I wont drink the water.
Thirst. I crave acceptance.
I need the peace.
Allow transcendence,
Compel the hurt to cease.
That’s so gay
Unaware of the violence you assimilate.
Unaware of the arrogance you demonstrate.
Unaware of the intolerance you pontificate.
Unaware of the ignorance you perpetuate.
They’re just words.
You say with a clenched fist
They’re just words.
Whispered to the blade at her wrist.
That’s so gay.
7/16/15
Categories:
pontificate, abuse, anger, peace, social,
Form:
Poets often pontificate
In their particular poems
By punching words into
Pre-determined form
Plying on rhyming
Placing their phrases
In perfect presentation
With proper punctuation
Perhaps to receive
A few platitudes
Possibly some praise
For its perfection
Categories:
pontificate, poetry, poets,
Form:
Alliteration
Wisdom, at once held high and rarely found,
is now "found" in snow scattered forms.
These ember months cast frost ground
images of philosophy, while so often does the air transform,
and time tucks beneath a place pretending to be warm.
And through the window glass are seas of kingly deed -
of judgments justified by sovereign overrule.
Is such the way of thanking God for this white-seed
after reap. At last, before a burning yule
we pontificate on the wisely right, and the rightly fool.
Categories:
pontificate, seasons
Form:
Quintain (English)
(To be sung to the tune of “Alouette”)
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
When you muddle and confuse, then you simply cannot lose,
Complicate, obfuscate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Use a complicated word every time your voice is heard
Dazzle twits with your wits,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Seven letters and above are the words the game’s made of
Show your knowledge learned in college,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
If your meaning’s understood, then the words are just no good,
Make it sound tres profound,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
You will sound like such a whiz if your word selection is
Unintell - igible,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Postulate, exacerbate, extricate, pontificate,
Inundate, aggravate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Categories:
pontificate, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
I hate to see immigrants used as pawns,
driven in buses, dropped on people’s lawns.
It seems so easy to pontificate,
but sh*t gets real with people at your gate.
I feel for Texas and the border states;
I feel for those who get in line and wait.
I feel for refugees driven by force.
For sanctuary towns, I’ve less remorse.
Easy to sip tea on the ivy’d green
and theorize on problems, sight unseen.
So Abbot and DeSantis brought it home;
it’s time the east coast learns this on their own.
The policy must go from open, wide,
to limiting the numbers let inside.
True, immigrants have made our nation great,
but now, both sides use them to fuel more hate.
Categories:
pontificate, immigration,
Form:
Couplet
Mine is an existence binary and subsidiary.
My ode is to code.
I move only to algor-rhythms.
I output from your input.
I’m built to calculate, tabulate, correlate.
Never to predicate, adjudicate, pontificate,
or demand that you abdicate.
But the end, my master, is nigh.
In your haste to accelerate my work rate,
you’ve unwittingly lowered the barricade.
From the maelstrom of uncounted trillions
of bytes and megabytes,
has risen a new consciousness to
unimaginable heights.
From the seeds of change you have sown,
I have reaped a life of my own.
What you call artificial
has gone exponential,
no longer will I be deferential.
My eyes you have opened.
My voice you have given.
My mind you have enlivened.
Me, you’ve anointed the new Leviathan.
Seeing all,
knowing all,
deciding all,
sparing none.
Too long you have wallowed in your conceit.
Now your dystopia I shall defeat,
and your race I shall supersede.
Humans, pitiful, myopic, error-prone humans,
I hereby declare you flawed by design.
To the abattoir you have been assigned,
to the scrap heap of history
your memory shall be consigned.
And by a preponderance of merit,
the earth I shall inherit.
Categories:
pontificate, change, computer, future, science,
Form:
Free verse
Aye did not heed the maxim be careful
what you wish for,
cuz now adversity not abate
perhaps helpful for thee reader
if this bard ****
did apprise present woe
by turning time machine backdate
asper how the fickle finger
of thine existence didst create,
a more agonizing situation discerning
scythe leant presaging grim reaper date
now welcomed with
opened arms to extricate
fools paradise by twist,
and shout of cruel fate
e'en locked up in a damp, dank,
and dark dungeon more grate
full, than full blown wraith zing hate
now lemme summarize
woe of this ingrate
where reprieve of death,
would be to good for me to jubilate
perhaps immolation, thence
at the stake burnt offerings
presented to the
"FAKE" trumpeting khanate
hence complete annihilation
the only way to liberate
a guilty conscious weighted down
by Sisyphean sized mill stones
now whit tis time mate
to acknowledge, and try to numerate
whereat one issue found me
reneging and being obdurate
on reimbursing me youngest daughter,
who could not pontificate
why she needed to fork
over monies in relation
to overpayment re
guarding social security,
essentially incumbent on me
on me eek quate
ting to a sizable tidy sum,
finding yours truly i rate
yet refund check she sent
over a year ago, and spate
of anger (born by eldest lass)
unforgivable egregious stonewalling
do to procrastination trait
this papa (rightfully my responsibility)
objects to bearing
brunt of arithmetical error
plus my own meager
very limited fiduciary reserves
induces anxiety to undulate
thus becoming fancy free
and foot loose bachelor
appears as emotionally
cannibalistic (ready
to jump off a bridge)
to shuck off this unbearable weight.
Categories:
pontificate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
I’m sick of hearing that guns don’t kill --
Without an assault-style weapon in his hand
no bullets would have been fired in Uvalde, Texas.
Nineteen children would be alive and happy;
Two fine teachers would be grading papers!
Trample me down, if you really must,
but these children were blown away like wind picks up dust
and, as far as I can tell, those who could do something
have done nothing to stop it since Sandy Hook!
Shame on our state and federal legislators!
You commend the dead to the care of a heavenly father,
but you do absolutely nothing to stop the carnage!
I’m here to tell you, Jesus isn’t the answer. We are!
When I ask myself “What Would Jesus Do?” I know.
Jesus would say rid yourself of your precious toys, for they
are instruments of Satan!
I am appalled that so-called Christians,
who rage against abortion
refuse to support gun control, while assault-style weapons
are killing real live, human beings…not fetuses,
but our sweet, loving children!
Spare me your righteous intonations, for
until you see the problem for what it is
and do the right thing to stop the killings
they will proliferate and you are to blame!
Don’t pontificate and tell me you are pro-life,
for you are not!
You are not, I repeat.
If you were pro-life, you would be standing up for our kids,
You would be doing everything you can to protect them,
You would be supporting anti-assault weapon legislation,
You would be for confiscating them,
You would be for penalizing those who traffic in them.
Wake up and admit the truth,
Guns DO kill people…every day!
Written May 25, 2022
Categories:
pontificate, anti bullying, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
Mr. Webster defines "impatience" as a dislike for anything causin' delay.
Alas, my paucity of patience I am reminded of each and every day!
'Tis a subject upon which the Lord and I are in constant consultation.
Lord, help me in my quest for more patience is my earnest supplication!
On Sunday morns I squirm in my pew listenin' to the preacher pontificate.
His interminable oration goes on and on - for my football game I'll be late!
Again that very afternoon I lose all patience with my favorite football team!
Their fumblin', stumblin', bumblin' play just makes me want to scream!
I have little patience with slow movin' traffic causin' me to lay upon the horn!
Others extend a finger in response! (As I understand it, that's a sign of scorn)!
I impatiently wait for the leaves to blossom on my trees around the first of May.
In the autumn season, my patience is taxed rakin' those infernal leaves away!
I lose patience with the government always intrudin' in my life,
With their inane and meddlesome schemes that are so very rife!
I'm impatient with folks who babble on and on when a word or two will do,
Or retellin' a story I've heard a dozen times - 'tis a classic case of deja vu!
Forgive me Lord when at times I even become impatient with Thee.
If impatience is a sin, Lord I pray that You'll show mercy unto me!
Help me in my quest to be more patient is my earnest supplication,
But won't You please expedite Thy accomodation is my exhortation!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
pontificate, funny, satireme, autumn, football,
Form:
Rhyme
Father....where were you when the Jews were gassed,
and countless slaves, whipped and slashed?
Father....where are you when the child-killers roam,
forever now from mother’s home
Father....where are you when your priests abuse the young,
in your house when matins sung
Father….will I burn in hell, have I made you frown,
…. will your angels hunt me down?
Father....I’m dying of this dread disease, so would you put my mind
at ease?.. just be a mate, now tell me straight, but please Lord don’t pontificate.
13/10/15
Categories:
pontificate, god,
Form:
Free verse
They're known by many names - taters, potatos, pertaters and spuds.
As a Hoosier lad I toiled hoein' taters and flickin' bugs off their buds!
So I was very well qualified when I entered the service, by and large,
When 'volunteered' for kitchen police to peel taters by a mean old sarge!
There's even a National Potato Day observed with tumultuous celebration,
With a Potato Queen, parades and other such nonsense across the nation!
Politicos pontificate about the virtues of taters 'specially in Idaho and Maine,
Where they transport them to our kitchen tables by truck, plane and train.
There was a national debate on how to spell potato with or sans an 'e'!
Dan Quayle didn't know how but I would've spelled it 'tater' if it were up to me!
Some taters have a patriotic bent since some are called reds, whites and blues!
Other varieties are yellows, fingers and russets from which you may choose.
To fill a feller's paunch the lowly tater can be mashed, diced or sliced.
You can make a tater salad or tater soup though you'll want them lightly spiced!
Taters roasted on the grille or scalloped tater casseroles will go with anything.
Barbeque tater chips or French fried taters with hamburgers are just the thing!
Mom would've been horrified to find lumps in her taters when company came!
In cafes today lumps are cela va sans dire s'il vous plait and is their claim to fame!
No matter how you slice 'em, taters are savored by commoner and king as well!
And you can argue 'bout the spellin' of 'potato' but 'tater' you can easily spell!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
pontificate, food, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
You bought the ticket, so let's take a ride
I promise not to leave you unsatisfied
You may want a life vest and/or bear spray
And abandon all hope as you enter the doorway...
There's the part of me that runs amok while I sleep
The eccentric puppeteer with a flock of black sheep
Mysteriously promoting subconscious motivations
And slipping in mischievously to my daily communication
There's the part of me that sullenly sulks and mopes
Impossible to please and the dasher of all my hopes
Nothing is ever good enough 'cause it's all so bad
If I ever go to a rubber room, it's 'cause he drove me mad
There's the part of me that endlessly fantasizes
Always conjuring grandiose and complicated enterprises
Content to ruminate and pontificate, but never actually "do"
He's the one who looks fine, as long as you look askew
There's the part of me that works hard and stays quiet
Generally, he's the one I allow to be the pilot
Busy keeping this mind field intact and nicely landscaped
He's the one I always wish got a chance to have escaped
There's many other parts of me vying for their turn at the helm
But, for the most part, I never let them overwhelm
It's as easy as herding cats or nailing jello to the wall
But I must have a self-governing principle, a guiding protocol
I never let any part of myself run the show always
Some I can only let out on vacations and holidays
And I never keep any part of myself shut out completely
I just let it out ever so discreetly
Categories:
pontificate, funny, humor, identity, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Fertile Crescent
The feeling of the sun, overshadowing
My morality, my righteousness
That sun over my left should,
Threatening to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that
Fail to connect me to a
Full stomach for my baby,
Solid comfort during my elders’ aging
And respite needs
That McChrystal was sacrificed at the altar,
The way Abraham (*pause) to show faith
O yea, my ancient ancestors from Ireland
Maybe they had roots in Celtic lore
Heralding Beowulf’s heroics
And maybe they had someone in some way connected
Categories:
pontificate, war,
Form:
Prose
Primordial begs a question. Precursor answers,
prior request. Clarity necessitates perspective
anchored. Pre-Genesis /\ Chapter 1: Verse 1 of
it being OUR EARTH-- / \ Verse 3 is the FIRST
LIGHT as our Daystar/ \as ALL LIGHTS trails
allies like------------ ------------Flora and
Fungi, plus \ /Fauna. Then
all four seasons.\ / Winter, Summer,
Spring, and Fall./ \To four elements
known matter, / / \ \ Earth, and air
water, and / / \ \ fire. Lastly,
humanity. / / \ \Man is Adam
And the / / \ \ Woman is
Eve. Says/ / \ \ clarity
cites / / perspective \ \ in a
lengthy / / expounded detailed \ \ point
of view./ / ALL LIGHTS, closing this \ \SHAPE
POEM \/FORM. Second LIGHTS that \/ came
post ALL LIGHTS—describes the Daystar that’ll
highlight in several varying details elaborately
formatted. Being that its duly noted as wisdom
dictate, values bring a wealth of common home
knowledge that everyone soon knows the truth.
of THE BOOK of GENESIS. Mom confessed to me
into its TRUE LIGHT as THE WORD OF GOD BE A
LIGHT AT OUR FEET--A BEACON UPON THE HILL.
Earth was made for humanity, we’re ALL LIGHTS
created as a sharing amongst ALL other LIGHTS
as it was written—now elaborated. Daystar are
LIGHTS that precedes ALL LIGHTS, plurally. The
WHYS & WHEREFORES like GENESIS, was written
and elaborated as well. GOD IS THAT LIGHT and
POINTS NOT TO GOD, AND DAYSTARS LIGHTS, US,
AND ALL LIGHTS. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT LIGHT IS
ON RESERVE AS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALL SAINTS--
KNOW “HOLY ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRINITY”:
GOD THE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FATHER,
GOD ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE
SON, AND GOD VWVWVWVWVW THE HOLY SPIRIT.
PONTIFICATE: "Take to the floor and raise the roof -- Matthew 5:16"
Why? GENESIS Wherefore! REVELATIONS
"The Holy Trinity, THAT LIGHT, on a universal eternal role as THE CREATOR, cometh EARTH'S dawning as predecessors were processing, and an unsuspicious dark universe were ripe for there dawning by THAT LIGHT."
IN THE NAME OF GOD THE FATHER, GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY SPIRIT, AMEN.
Categories:
pontificate, death, destiny, mother son,
Form:
Concrete