Best Predecessor Poems
Come and gone like small twister
like the cloud of debris he’s left.
Echoes of Charlie Brown’s buddy Pigpen
blow through the cobwebs in memory.
Left over coffee cups replacing
Transformers still dumped in the attic.
Reams of knarley skateboards, wheel-less,
lay in piles like so much unburnable refuse.
The obligatory hugs and peck, over and done
the never paid chauffeur collapses…
Ah, to have him always near,
So, each kiss was not quite so dear.
The last fair maid on parade has wandered across
the home front, wondering about her predecessor,
still tacked with magnets to the fridge,
still part of my heart and his…
Sons…they say, do not cause such angst.
Couldn’t prove it by this mother.
This maternal blimp of unused helium
was not permitted a girl child.
One did come and fleetingly leave before formed.
We’ll never know the sweetness of her.
Let the image of his manly self disperse, this son..
into the mist as his Father’s has…
to be remembered again, only in times of need, his need,
for to do anything else, would be to rub salt
in an open wound.
Poet: D. Guzzi
*the day after Christmas
Categories:
predecessor, caregiving, childhood, depression, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid birthed from my own fruit. Implant within me a seed; let the feral roots ensnare it, suffocating my every breath and cell until it ruptures--obliterated within my frail and aching tree. It be destined to return but stripped of the avant-garde its predecessor once possessed. Implant within me a seed; it’ll part for months, leaving my psych mangled as blood seeps through trypophobic perforations crafted solely by its hand. The seed, thriving as I decay, renders its final blow the day we die. Implant within me a seed; force it into a sanctum where it does not belong, and let fate, warped and distorted, contort my marred soul. That which I once refused to acknowledge shall now delude my senses, forcing me to reach for those who feel not love but only pity for my aberrant roots. Implant within me a seed; let me perish within its absence, yet perpetually suffer under its presence. Wound me with my own creation.
Your end creates you
It will return to rip you
Plant it, watch it die
Categories:
predecessor, allegory, anger, angst, beautiful,
Form:
Haibun
blasts of flames from his hand and staff
electrically charged spheres
turquoise orbs ignite the palace hall
Merlin taught him magical words
abracadabra, alacazoom
fear not
the apprentice learned well
exceeding Merlin’s expectations
as Merlin is laid to rest
new master magician is born
predecessor of Houdini
unlocks the power
entertains the king’s court
knowing the only thing he cannot do
is avoid the fate of his teacher
*Entry for Leighann’s “Magic Words” contest
Categories:
predecessor, people
Form:
Free verse
Line of inquiry:
The ego within forced me to resist
But now I wish I had effused a love mist
With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there
For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair
Ego resembles a premature childhood.
When love is unbalanced,
interactions with infliction
and cultural consciousness,
force a soul to suppress
rather than express,
so we become glass sculptures,
but no one can see our shards.
My dad taught me to roam like a lion,
hurting, but pretending,
yet, I was no predator like my predecessor,
just misconceived, due to self protection,
so I continued to deceive,
behind a veil of silence,
sacrificing my own happiness,
content in sadness - but barely surviving
and today, I'm still bleeding,
haunted by ghosts who's paths,
I left behind.
I know what I say, is not always how I feel,
not what I mean and I'm happy - falling.
Because I am strong, so my ego tells me,
I'm a mountain, I can never crumble,
but still I write poems about vulnerability,
so who am I really? Does anyone see me?
I wish my tongue would portray like poetry,
so I could show love, instead of feeling unloved,
glow in affection or is it too late?
When so much has already been lost,
to bitter winds beating against robust roots
unmoved due to stubbornness,
your mind feels like an anchor,
preventing your ship from sailing.
In death I found humility,
released sedated tears,
cleansing internal wounds.
From all the broken souls,
it was mine which lacked self belief,
so I remain disconnected, but need healing,
hoping one day you will find me
and unlock the door to devotion.
Fate is like stars in a lovers destiny,
sadly we are only found in darkness.
Categories:
predecessor, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
I awake with the question "Am I like my predecessor?"
Automated and fabricated to slave for the oppressor
I join the procession yet I am an orbate transgressor
Dissipated and attenuated with no clear successor
Then I drift into much more lofty domains
With greater rewards yet more precarious terrain
A place where answers can not quite be explained
Where the mind is confounded but the spirit ascertains
Then I shower and shave; I sigh and greet the day
Will it be my chagrin or triumph I put on display?
In my head I have a tempest, in my heart a bouquet
I must choose which one to portray, which one to obey
Categories:
predecessor, angst, conflict, day, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
Sharing hard candy with her best friend Shirley
Impossible task if deciduous teeth are lost prematurely
Although each child progresses in a different rate
My predecessor took its time as I came in a little late
I caused Chloé pain erupting—cutting through her gum
An icepack so frigid was chilling, making me numb
Chloés sneaky attempts to hide sweets in her room
Have cost her front baby teeth to come out to soon
Candy, I chomp up and bite down ‘til it’s in many pieces
Crunchy and noisy, sugar and saliva all over me releases
A child should brush us teeth, at least twice per day
And avoid sugary foods that promote tooth decay
A stubborn child who doesn’t listen to mom's wise advice
Needs to be told over again, more than once more than twice
A sweet tooth like me never gives in and so, I have a chip
Off to the dentist we’ll go, for a temporary behind Chloé’s sore lip!
Categories:
predecessor, addiction, candy, humor,
Form:
Personification
my Lord beaten profusely about the head and shoulders each
blow more devastating than its predecessor until
thine eyes rendered nystagmus.
the strain of the world’s sin sowed predominately thy
soul in sorrow in the physical strain of the torture of
thy darkest hour.
Categories:
predecessor, angst,
Form:
Free verse
I mourn for your passing
for your family
for your friends
for those you held close
but do not mourn for you...
you came to our shores
you came and you lied
lied about your baggage
illegal baggage you bore
within your body...
your baggage was deadly
lethal and contagious...
biological warfare
launched upon our nation
silently exploding...
first target: Lone Star State
close to my home
close to my family
close to my grandchildren
why did you come..
your predecessor: a playboy
who detonated a viral bomb
in a gay bath house
through seduction
why did he come....
he was careless, he was cruel
he was a selfish, silly fool
as were you
as am I
why do I judge...
(I mourn over suffering souls
whose insides turned to mush
a congealed and bloody mush
who writhed in ineffable pain
who mercifully died...)
yes I mourn for your passing
but do not mourn for you...
Categories:
predecessor, africa, death,
Form:
Narrative
Poor Sacagawea we will no longer see.
She was replaced by the “Father of our Country”.
Just like predecessor Susan B. Anthony,
Sac’s image is no longer on our money.
Some presidents are there now. You have bid adieu.
You carried your papoose on the front in plain view.
Before the dollar coin, we knew nothing about you.
It seems women are done no justice by the Mint.
As was Sue, your presence was less than permanent.
Categories:
predecessor, history, native american, social,
Form:
Rhyme
I tell u what shell b the first to tell you
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t even trust in
Whitesqualls Rise up & swallow yall
Im taking chances riskzs and consequences
and im calling that,,, sacrificed chrome polished brass
and im calling chris competition demolished
Im on a baja in a Hallor
Working hard for the heart of her daughter
Sheep for the slaughter dont even bother me
Yes im a legend your just thinking like a protégé
Well geuss what ? my son is my predecessor
I say " Que paso Senior to her step farther"
And me & her brother did a little dirt together
Yes i was like a pirate that burried Treasure
Then i came back as a Survivor On a Glider like Mcgivor
I'll take you to the cliff if u think ur stiffer
I sniffed her then she pist on my terrietory
Your a Teratorous Im the Astroid headed for u
Im a Hailey Im a ****ing comet
You’re like the Red Foe I’ll put cleats on and crush you
Well Im despondant when you stutter when you comment
Eminem dont u ****in call me
Theres a slim chance that u could ever understand a standard
Well u antsy u better go read the ****in manual
Or what about the instructions, chrome never made me stronger
And you think u lucky go ahead and trust it
Gods the only thing i ever trusted in
as i slide in the night in a maroon mustang
i shine like emeralds dipped in crushed diamonds
I had her heart the whol;e time good luck in try in to find it
shes ****in mad cuz i play and splash in the light years
well Im not sorry for GOD being my Guidence
Smaller stars dye for the brighter star Rising
We are Warriors your women in the village crying
AS we stole your pony
Feel the power of a Stallion chasing the scent of heat in a Filley
Hoofprints pounding in the earth and you mistake them for the sound of thunder
Im picking a fight Im talking calling you out to box me
With no weapons in my hand I fight face to face like a man does
Your English Bulldog Im American Pit, I’m like George Washington and Congress
When they signed The Decloration of Independence, The pen is mightier than the sword
It took the pen to entice yall, yall brought ships and thaught yall was goin faught us
Im like my Fore Fathers I still piss on the title of you ****in LandLords
Categories:
predecessor, me, heart, heart, me,
Form:
Rhyme
With the right of messianism,
And the depth of free will,
They journeyed to Bethlehem,
To hear the parents spill.
Zoroastrians true and ready,
Ripe for the monologue bold,
They offered gold and incense,
And on Mary’s story they were sold.
Called wise men, magicians,
They could interpret the land,
Jailing’s, fishing booms and births,
And so told people about their hand.
They knew the power of the stars,
The connection, their meaning,
So followed one to that lively abode,
Where Jesus lay with apparent feeling.
God did not appear to them,
By a star in vocality,
But they just gave cerebral relevance,
To that asteroid motioning entity.
The gifts they offered and gave,
Did not signify the incarnation,
But were considered gestures,
Of the magi’s visitation.
Their religion let them speak about,
The predicted life of the babe;
Prediction was their position and seat,
As at semiology they were abe.
Christianity did not come from Judaism,
Zoroastrianism was its predecessor,
As its followers searched for a messiah,
Every day, with such earnest vigour.
Christianity centres around a messiah,
A cultural saviour from social retardation,
Which Jesus was back them,
In a world of poor folks’ isolation.
Jesus was a Jew, a temple boy,
But proclaimed his own religion,
To follow him and not just the Torah,
Which was in no way old and gone.
The impact of these Zoroastrians,
On Israeli life and society,
Can only be understood,
As Christianity’s modernity.
Categories:
predecessor, arabic, baby, christian, christmas,
Form:
Rhyme
He carries a jar, full of water;
water that no one knows its source!
He pours water as he stands beyond
the stars, as Pisces, the twin fish, continue
to rule over their astrological reign
on Earth.
Just like their predecessor, Aries,
they will end their astrological reign,
when water from the Water
Bearer’s jar reaches Earth.
Categories:
predecessor, art, imagery, imagination, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Year 1488
Daring to hide it in verses and score,
Mother Shipton predicted her scrolls would not be understood until years after her body’s release.
Read aloud by an educated nephew, almost five decades after they were protected by a family of peace.
She may have been burned at the stake for her predictions of America’s Civil War, simply for being a she.
Her prophesies included horseless carriages, and men’s future unfathomable plans to conquer both the sky and the sea.
Understanding that a metallic monster, would change education, and the menfolk from farms would flee.
Pictures that feel alive – computers, U-tube, I-pads, video and their predecessor – TV?
Mother predicted all this and more. Daring to hide it in verses and score,
Nostradamus had protection of patrons, medical background, sublime.
Mother Shipton knew her predictions she had best write down in decipherable rhyme.
England’s most famous prophetess, born in Norfolk, England in 1488, she dared not share her fire. Prophesized that women would cut their hair short, and wear trousers, practically three hundred years prior.
When I think of her brilliance at hiding her mystical savvy, hiding psychic self in her moods,
Her declaration that “men will live as hogs” makes me smile, predicting processed foods?
London fire seeing before the fact, she knew of the Catholic Church’s fall, the rise of Elizabeth,
Me thinks a comet is coming that will circle the earth for six days, six nights, causing us instant death.
A homely woman, she may have been, but her ideas were sound, as they came right in.
Daring to hide it in verses and score, Prophetess Mother Shipton, forevermore!
Categories:
predecessor, inspiration, london, mystery, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
He carries a jar, full of water;
water that no one knows its source!
He pours water as he stands beyond
the stars, as Pisces, the twin fish, continue
to rule over their astrological reign
on Earth.
Just like their predecessor, Aries,
they will end their astrological reign,
when water from the Water
Bearer’s jar reaches Earth.
Categories:
predecessor, art, future, heaven, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
The Mayan and Sumerians predict you will collide with Earth on December 21, 2012.
Known-- by some-other classified names within OUR own supremacy.
NASA refers to you as Planet X and Nibiru--- They even put a top secret telescope--- at the
South Pole, Antarctica--- just for your arrival.
Many say---- they ALL knew---- you were coming back in 1983.
The buzz on the “net” -----even tells of your GREAT day of annihilation
But, But, ----- NO one told Planet Earth or Her PEOPLE—until recently.
The question of all question--- would be WHY----- But--- NO one is asking---- just preparing
for your arrival!!
Most say------ you came to Earth-----some 3000 years ago--- which know-one can provide
any proof
The question I will leave you ALL-- is---- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK ?
Maybe your arrival is just another HOKES ---- to scare the WHOLE World into submission—
submission----- of a more well-known SOURCE!!
HAY!! ------“Maybe the sky is falling too” (JLM) ------ in some distant far away universe!!
Hay------maybe they ALL can tell us--- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS Waldo?
The last time I saw HIM ----he was near the South-Pole------ on the left of the SUN!
Yes, yes --- the SUN that burns so bright------ in the daytime sky.
Give us heat on--- the cold dark days of winter.
That where you will find---- the GREATEST deterrent of all---- the man everyone calls Waldo.
Once you have found him----- look no further----Marduk may be there?
Hay----WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK? ---- Just another HOKES-- like the Y2K Computer
calamity---- that never ---till today happened.
Maybe, maybe---- Marduk can’t be found----much like its predecessor Waldo.
Always where-- you are NOT----- and never simple to find---But, right before your eyes---
in some distant far away universe!!
For me--- I will trust in my Creator----- the Godhead of the whole universe.
Known too many as God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.
THEY have never led me wrong----But—the knowledge of man—has brought us ALL to ARE
END!!!
You see Marduk—if you are on your way---OUR Creator already knew--- and HE and only HE
will take US HOME!!!
By: Rev, Dr. WEM, Pastor
and
JLM-Daughter
Categories:
predecessor, fantasy, hope, science, god,
Form:
Free verse