Best Preconception Poems
My mind opened releasing the remnants of Pandora’s Box
Revealing the wraths of a complete paradox
Eradicating the thought process like a mental massacre
Destroying your clarity until your notions are obscure
Slaughtering your expressions, total annihilation
Bludgeoning your lines, poetic eradication
Devouring your preconception, with utter devastation
Eliminating your disposition, enlightened extermination
Butchering your reason with a brutal bloodbath
Lyrics linger in limbo lost in the aftermath
Slaying your insight with catastrophic rhymes
Conscious collapsin' corpses fallin' with the times
A war of words, our philosophies collide
Verses fall victim to a vicious verbal genocide
its
as
if
INCUBUS
IS SITTING BACK THERE JUST WAITING TO TORMENT ME
I
MAY
LOOK
WOUNDED
but its an ILLUSION
THE GREAT MAN
what does He want all of a sudden
whats His game
i know His intentions are good but im TIRED of being protected
L
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C
H
I
N
G onto it may distort my memories
i try to let go but the fear paralyzes me
its a mixture of REALITY and FANTASY
i havent REPRESSED any of it
the slate is CLEAR MENTAL STABILITY
PROPERLY PREPARED PATIENT
confirming my preconception that WE ARE ALL USELESS AND WEAK when we sleep
VISCERALLY
IM READY TO BEGIN
THIS NEW JOURNEY
Get the 'Nick' of Prime.. Transforming TV time.'
With questions well 'couched' what's the take' all about?
Negating generic preconception
Being His signature intention
Shaking the Quo is His 'art' status shows..'
unmasking 4 the nation those veiled sinuation
With His inimitable way; and ingenuity say
Honest enacted neither trite, nor retracting..
Not a ham per se that's my view by the way.'
Creation-sensation? (its your choice)
Now..' get us to the revelations..!
© Joe Maverick 6-3-2015
Locked within godless rooms
Sealed in vaults of megre immagination
Can you hear the words?
It’s not enough
Unable to grasp metaphor
They wither
Minds mirror plastic flowers
Lifeless without growth
Petals lacking vital scent
Too many wild verses;
Lay trapped within closed minds
A scripture’s message naught
but bones of righteous intent
They cannot see past black & White
The visions a pen can paint for thought
Lost within preconception
Beauty flounders in dogma’s grasp
Between the lines;
Forgotten ashes
The day metaphor died
It takes a long time
To figure out if things went right
To find out if you did what was best
If you passed all those unknown test
An perfect life doesn't exist
Parenthood involves to many variables
Of which you cannot control
It is not easy raising a child
From preconception through to life
It is a hazardous journey
That is often thankless
With pitfalls everywhere
With no knowledge of how
Parent and child will interact
It is a game of trial and error
The books and classes you attend
Only generalize
The reality of birth upends
All perceived and expectant sureties
Navigating the pains of birth
The tantrums of toddler-hood
The blasé attitude of teenage
And the un-forgetfulness of adulthood
Is not a relaxing journey
Both sides will often end up worst for wear
Bundles of joy can become
Vessels that distil all unsure steps
A learning process involves
Souring minds exposed
To overpowering parenting
Or insufficient love
Nurturing the person who now hates
Can only make one sad
Time doesn’t play fair
It doesn’t allow a rethink
Or a reliving of the past
So wrongs can be made right
Life is tough when you raise the next generation
You expect happiness but reality
Never quite hits the target of perfection
Is it best to just love and hope
Things won’t destroy you
And the child that looks up you?
Expectations
The preconception of reality
Ever warped into a perfect mental construct of things that may come to be
The wishful thinking of the foolish.
Yet those who have a better idea what to expect are shielded.
Shrouded in an understanding of the way things are and the way they will be.
Enables the individual to prepare themselves.
For the inevitable rush of emotion.
Sparked by the circumstances that life brings about.
From the critical decisions that are made, to the changing of time.
When everything crumbles into dust
All that is left is the expectations sanctioned by reality and the crushing on hope.
Ser, look at the follower
A want , eager to fight
Of course , maybe not .
But A glass founded around her mass
Love is for you , you feel it
Can there be a more profound prestige feeling ?
Maybe Two found their way
A girl always follows red
Red that briskly falls through
From the man she loves
Clear body language.
Seen from far , seen from near
Can be seen abnormally
What ever the actions preconception..
Dawn to believe
True cannot be broken
Meant in single mention meaning
'Cover up the fear,
When you see them
Come to consider
If they are for life
To teach you not to brag'
Why not just show smile
You've fetched a brilliant
Others yet to realise
Main phase
Others say on feed
"Oh what a wonderful love I came to see"
Before they them self stand on their feet.
Replantation of this seed .
Argument of love is unbeatable.
Being proud of unbreakable love.
Behind a wall crowded
Even if
One in million.. thousands to meet
Meet freely, feel freely
Cooperate
No assumation
Feel compassion ... Teach
Feel neat,
Forget the idea of any defeat
Love is out there to meet
Many forget love is presence
Many don't know it's surface
Merry Christmas to all my Poetry Soup Friends and Members with a wonderful
Photo of new born Jesus published around 1960 in an American Poetry book purchased by me second hand around 1967 which I still keep as a Treasure for me. I am also giving a small poem originally written in Hindi as a Muktaq ( A form of Hindi Poetry)
"Muktak - The distinction of poetry in which there is no preconception of the things described"
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Hindi Muktak in English-
"Let all your aspirations and desires
Bloom and bloom freely in your mind
Who knows, when life began to smile again for you
Flowers of your wishes would sprout only, if you have aspirations,
Otherwise, nothing comes from nothing."
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur/ Lucknow India 25th Dec. 2017
Belief in existence overtakes the tangibility of truth,
seeds of falsehood and preconception sown in innocence of youth,
Buying evry ounce of honey-coated hypocrisy,
Selling and meeting every demand,
Leading an army of sycophants,
no reason for honor or deference to stand,
Concealing infinite truth on a long forgotten dusty shelf,
Forging allegory while spinning corrupt candor manufactured to permeate the secret self,
Silver tongues and sticky fingers peddle fool's gold and misinformation,
Significant reality on a permanent vacation,
Integrity a fable told, consigned to childhood,
Double talk and double standards are currency traded for caring falsehood,
Gleaming society flashing avarice and deference, saccharine diamonds left in the sun,
Attaining complacent contentment assuring the faithless agenda won,
On the heels of the Pied Piper readily seduced into following any leader, Altruism blurred and abandoned thought obscured by a progressive impeder, an analog nightmare distorts palpable fidelity guiding deeply jaded virtue into a pawn,
Subdued acquiescence is the genocide of sincerity everything unalloyed lost in the nuclear dawn,
Beguiled by fallible evidence felt only in blind eyes,
Calculating principals lure yielding vacant idol worshipers along to hungrily devour the sweetest cotton candy lies.
"and this is my contemplation and pondering
on what I have witnessed in my short life thus far "
Quote- by Constance
I contemplate and ponder and muse
on things experienced and I unshackle
what I have witnessed in deep reveries.
Conditioning makes some people warped
brainwashed and programed and after
years they become just jaundiced and
their thinking biased, distorted and bitter.
Prejudice is out of control all over the world
sexism, ageism and racism are preconception
mindsets I find to be quite disgusting.
Intolerance of people and a narrow mind
thinking head-set only creates barriers in
your own life restricting you from experiences.
Bias to peoples right of religion is unsettling
my viewpoint is everyone has the right to follow
the God that they believe in without fear.
Rooted beliefs are in most people established
and deep- like mine that has been by now
entrenched from childhood and it is now
firm and fixed in my personality.
Skill in social interactions taught to young
children by parents gracious, accepting and
kind teach the know-how in navigating life.
Bondage is seeing the world with jaundiced
disapproving eyes it keeps you chained and
enslaved to servitude for your lifetime.
Conscious awareness is the key to enjoying this
life and all those we will meet on this journey.
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December 2, 2021
Poetry/Verse/My Thoughts on Human Rights
Copyright Protected, ID 02-14107-787-02
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted in the Standard contest, Human Rights
sponsor, Robert James Liguori, Judged 12/10/2021
First Place
Millennial stickup kids erase the fear of admission
Born into felt crime and hard times
Overwhelming frustrations solidify the sublime
Hit by the ring of narcs many are put in prime-time
News worthy raid the minds reducing those to hard-time
Rapid inflation of infatuated incarceration is perceived
Authoritative enterprises madden the grieved
Is this what should be believed?
The rich and greedy get to be relieved
As the meek are upheld and deceived
All prejudicial wisdom is foretold to be a deception
Who had the audacity to plant this preconception?
A liquefied threat hits the untrustworthy inception
Now time is set to up heave and take a new direction
Hit the road to a granted freedom in a clairvoyant section
The senate has spoken as the words make the enslaved choke
So Sick of living in fear and being broke
A strong armed gentleman starts to invoke
His disciples are now a woke
All the bunk clears including the blown smoke
Life bounded by unbounded idea
Dogma of laugh
In the middle of session
Turned the real situation to
Unreal
The sururu or a boggle mind
The characters are disappearing
The length of character and
Breath of character was
Increasing n decreasing the size
The zigzag style of character
Placed in the board
Seems like a jumbling
Mind started shaking
And head eventually fall down
But as soon head was falling
In a quick sease of time
A laugh prevent from falling
Like a blood circulation started
And a sip of water
And a new life
Which in turn reviving from
Unreality to reality
And question was latent
A laugh prevent from
The all the preconception
Bias puts kibosh on innovation
Preconception to still birth
Predestined by bigots
Speaking truth through lies, in a society so guarded,
Desperate proclamations simply disregarded,
covered by what is maleficent,
unheard and insignificant,
within the draught a cocktail of emotion,
patronising rumours ignite the commotion,
Preconceptions mask the integrity of one’s word,
Misunderstandings faintly disperse, no-one’s truly heard,
a recycled response too quick and bleak,
no chance to think or hear one speak,
confront to unveil the truth,
provoke to aggravate the youth,
flickering flares of cynicism burn the strings by which hope hangs,
scepticism seeping through the caged tigers’ fierce fangs,
rattle the metal, aggregate the beast,
hair lifting, chilling stab, to say the least,
recuperate that which you lack,
self-proclaimed target of attack,
need not exert the power of confidence,
only to be tackled down by ignorance,
A peaceful act goes unnoticed due to preconception of brutality,
Manipulating persuasions, display a distortion of reality,
mercy is only given as defeat is anticipated,
In regard to human's such abject abyss and absurdity, we can't help questioning: can human still be indulgent in the virulent vainglory having shaped their pretentious and dangerous preconception of a human-centered and human-dominated cosmos? can human waywardly go on with their ecologic vandalism having already triggered the macrocosmic nature's wrath and punishment? In fact, all their perverted precepts and practices have spoilt or to a large extent countervailed the hard-earned results of their positive efforts. ( e.g. vaccine development, treatment of the infected)
As can be seen more often than not: Overloaded hospital wards and overwrought medical workers are outflanked by waves of overwhelming epidemic peaks, and the process of vaccination popularization outpaced by the viruses' variation and proliferation. Indeed, human's arrogance, ignorance and particularly conscience absence have estranged them from one informative sense: The best remedy is the due respect for the macrocosmic nature that nurtures the entire universe and the due reverence for her sovereign system that really dominates every being and everything living or working inside her domain; The best vaccine is the virtue of taking all harmless lives kindly and taking kindly to the nature's heartfelt call for every bio-community member's benign ecofriendly behavior.
Having ironed out the aforesaid reasoning and arguments and having made clear our firm attitude and stance, we hereby urge Spanish, Dutch butchers and especially the Dane banes:
Stop your criminal and cruel cull without delay, do not engage any more in any activity that may bring us extinction, mass toll and physical or psychological harm, let us resume enjoying our old habitat safe and calm.
We also want to extend our exhortation to all of the human being: Make a thorough stock-taking of the circumstances of correlated infection-prone species and overall epidemic aspect before renouncing your previous evil ways and recommitting to building a livable eco-environment and lovable bio-community. Only after the strict imposition of precautionary disciplines upon your daily behavior, would there be a promising future of fine faith and fair fortune for every existent being under the sun, of course including yourselves; In the bargain, would come genuinely effective epidemic-controlling & prevention mechanisms for yourselves.