Best Predominantly Poems
A white liberal editor said what I wrote wasn’t black enough.
I spoke to him with confidence,
with a hole in my shirt I had tucked in my pants.
I told him I am a man just like him,
and he acted like he didn’t hear what I said.
He said, my writings wasn’t black enough.
I gave him some more essays
and he said, it didn’t represent the people who were struggling.
And on the way home on the bus,
I thought about my father, who was the only black man
receiving his PHD amongst a predominantly white university.
Was his struggle, not struggle enough?
On the way home, I continued to write and look out the bus
window and I saw the prostitutes do their dance as usual...
the gang members watched and peered on the corner.
And I wrote my poems from what I wanted to see.
I wrote about the flowers that grew behind the barbed wired fences.
I wrote about the women on the streets who once admired the flowers or who secretly admire them.
Can we admire flowers too?
Do we have a right to feel some softness in the world?
Do we have the right to be a full human?
Categories:
predominantly, america, angst, black african
Form:
Lyric
In my innocence I went out into the world
Eager to learn all the lessons I can hold
The things I’d learn I’d love to share
Alas, people found me to be quite bold.
I distinctly felt the tension in the air
When I was little and went to a fair
It was outside the town where I grew up
People stared at us head to foot and kinky hair.
I shrugged my shoulders, I did not mind
I wanted to play with kids that were kind
But their folks did not like a colored child
Touch skin to skin with their children, later I’d find.
I learned the first lesson about discrimination
The hard way, from a small child’s perception
I will fight for my right with all my might
This I vowed unto myself with all determination.
And so from that day on, I pushed for emancipation
From the shackles of a closed mind, a liberation
How dare you think I'm lower than you are
When our blood is the same color red, under examination?
We have come a long way indeed, I know
For now we can vote, to a master we need not kowtow
Freedom from slavery, gained through sweat and blood
Our children can now speak without fear to friends or foe.
Greater minds have walked these hollowed halls
Than what I can aspire to be with my bold balls
However Sir, that won’t stop me honestly
From continuing to speak my voice, no matter you stall.
Now Sir, tell me, what is the reason you cannot grant
Before I make another speech, but not a rant
Is it not only fair that you declare equal rate
For black or white, as long as he deserves it, and not ignorant?
A black man's thoughts on the prevailing system where blacks are assigned to positions with predominantly lower rates.
17 March 2015
CONTEST : Writings in a Black's Perspective - 1st Place
SPONSOR : Verlena Walker
Categories:
predominantly, black african american, discrimination,
Form:
Rubaiyat
Such wondrous beauty held in eyes divine,
I wish this lovely night would stay, be kind,
So blissful are her eyes...I need no wine,
Nothing to match her beauty can I find.
The morning sun shall take away the night,
And I shall wait till moon and stars arrive,
In darkness our love hides...so harsh the light;
Our love is cursed while unsought rivals thrive.
But, when we die, forever we shall sleep,
With unseen wings we leave, fly like a dove,
Our bodies, left in ground, cruel could keep;
We'll leave all things behind except our love.
Now wait for death to mix in dust and sand,
And hope we two unite in God's own land.
May 19, 2016.
Pen A Sonnet On It - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Janis Thompson
Contest judged on : May 30, 2016
Second Chance - 4 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
The Shakespearean Sonnet is written predominantly in a meter called iambic pentameter, a rhyme scheme in which each sonnet line consists of ten syllables. The syllables are divided into five pairs called iambs or iambic feet.
Include a volta- a turn or contrast in the subject of the sonnet usually using such words as yet, but, nevertheless The Shakespearean sonnet has the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
Categories:
predominantly, beauty, death, desire, love,
Form:
Sonnet
This morning I went for a country stroll
Saw greenery of summer at its best
But off road walking had taken its toll
So the next stop was an Inn for a rest .
Ploughman's I ordered with a pint of beer
I took a seat and watched folk come and go
The sounds of banter and talk I could hear
Background music playing easy and slow.
I finished lunch and left by the main door
A shame to leave such merriment behind
And tempted I was to just have one more
But the home journey I still had to find.
I looked at my map then got on my way
Making the most of this warm summer day.
Written 20th July 2019.
(A ploughman's lunch is an English cold meal of bread, cheese, onions and meat, usually accompanied by butter and pickles. As its name suggests, it is most commonly eaten at lunchtime, is particularly associated with pubs, and often accompanied with beer.)
(The Cotswolds is an area in south central and south west England comprising the Cotswold Hills, a range of rolling hills that rise from the meadows of the upper Thames to an escarpment, known as the Cotswold Edge, above the Severn Valley and Evesham Vale. The area is defined by the bedrock of Jurassic limestone that creates a type of grassland habitat rare in the UK and that is quarried for the golden-coloured Cotswold stone. It contains unique features derived from the use of this mineral; the predominantly rural landscape contains stone-built villages, historical towns and stately homes and gardens.
Source - Wikpedia.com
Categories:
predominantly, food, nature, summer,
Form:
Sonnet
Sometimes I think the way we view the world is a little antiquarian
for instance we have words to label everyone…from Capricorn to Sagittarian…
Take Deborah and I…we don’t eat meat…we are proudly vegetarian
though occasionally we will eat fish…which makes us pescatarian.
and since we’ve been known to eat a burger…we are most assuredly hypocritarian.
however we do not care what you eat…because we’re not authoritarian.
And though we believe in eating food that is predominantly agrarian
we know it doesn’t matter what you eat…if you are humanitarian.
It doesn’t matter if you are straight or gay…black, white or Hungarian.
If you’re Democrat, Republican, Independent or Libertarian.
It doesn’t matter…if you’re Catholic, Muslim or Sectarian
If you’re a doctor, or a lawyer…a dentist…a Veterinarian…
It doesn’t matter the type of music you like…rap, pop or opera that’s Wagnerian
or how you like your donut cream…whipped…butter…or Bavarian.
I think it’s time to apologize and end this poem
for I have shamefully become aware…
I can’t remember where I was going with it…
and, I imagine you…no longer care.
But let me end with these two hopes…
that you are not a strict grammarian…
and that we all may someday live…
in a world…
egalitarian.
Categories:
predominantly, humor,
Form:
Verse
These words that I write will cause quite a stir.
Taken out of context can be seen as a racial slur.
I grew up and live where people are predominantly white.
I have not witnessed first hand the black man’s plight.
I can travel anywhere without any fear.
Even if I get pulled over for speeding while drinking a beer.
I have never been cuffed because of the color of my skin.
If wrongly accused I don’t have to take it on the chin.
I am white and privileged I will never be black.
I will never experience the fear of a racial attack.
I’ve never lived in a slum without money or food.
I am a white man and this is how I am viewed.
The police won’t be called if I’m just walking around.
I am a white man forever on hallowed ground.
I understand racism finally after 49 years on this rock.
It’s easy to judge and easier to mock.
I will never feel your fear, I will never be blamed.
No fingers will point and I will not feel the shame.
I’m sorry I’m white and I’m sorry you’re black.
But if given the chance I will now watch your back.
Categories:
predominantly, racism,
Form:
Rhyme
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Categories:
predominantly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and genesis of existence.
While it’s a welcome contrast from other countries,
there’s evidence that it’s replete with triumph and fall;
just after Bolzano, Trento, Rovereto, Verona Porta Nuova,
Peschiera del Garda, Desenzano della Garda-Sirminione and Brescia.
That from Milan Central Station the train arrives in Monaco.
Indeed, I was so impressed to see the main city
its combined history and culture; a satisfaction
just on the horizons they gave me an enormous impression
to the so-called civilization that München defines its soul.
Churches can be found almost in every corner
with their baroque or lavish rococo architecture,
some artifacts and gothic designs in some parts
in the eye of the beholder, they’re indeed a treasure.
People from all walks of life converge at the epicentre
the bustling footpaths, crowded shops and restaurants
with families from Dubai, Abu Dhabi and Pakistan
Asians or other Europeans in common desire
this place holds a promise for future and families.
Germans in general, love to drink and hang out with friends
a place like Hofbräuhaus where huge crowds can be found
a good description, the best picture to recall.
Deutsch, the language spoken but difficult to learn
gave me an impression of its beauty in articulation.
With their conventional greetings like in many other cultures
respect is the by-word along with courtesy and reason.
like the Olympic Park, Marienplatz, Nymphenburg palace,
English Garden, Königsplatz and many other sights
They’re beautiful places steeped with history and connection
to the people of München who love their own culture.
I may not be keen about other European cuisines
however, as a person drawn to taste them all
with a sweet tooth I couldn’t resist a typical German version
of the American pancake served in the morning
kaiserschman, its name and it’s common to all.
Categories:
predominantly, friendship, imagination, introspection, life,
Form:
Narrative
Harvesting Festival
And thank giving celebration
Predominantly for farmers but all
People of Tamilnadu despite their religions, celebrate the
Year harvest festival when the sun starts its journey towards north horizon
The first day is celebrated as bogi in
Honor of Lord Indra and people burn old and unwanted things
And second day is Thai pongal,third day is Mattu pongal
In honor of cattle especially cows and bulls,4th day Kanum pongal
,where get together of families take place in a public spot
People celebrate pongal- 4 daylong festival
On Jan 14- The beginning of thai month
Nearly 90 out of 100 people in Tamlinadu celebrate
Gleefully by making a rice dish(sweet pongal) outdoor
And buying sugar cane and tamarinds,to
Light up farmers lives and to thank The Sun
Note:Pongal is a sweet dish made with rice ,jaggery and milk
Ladies used to draw Rangoli(kolam) on the streets
Traditional games like Jallikattu,cock fight,
uriyadi(using a pole when blindfolded to smash a hanging pot) are celebrated in the rural areas if Tamilnadu...
And when the pot of the milk boils over ,we shout PONGAL O PONGAL...
Categories:
predominantly, culture, thanksgiving,
Form:
Acrostic
I have had too many spirits that have pushed me beyond & beyond seeking a brighter sunrise,
But here predominantly articulates my 26th mirror with my 26th esprit,
Besides a band of 25 mirrors and veinticinco espíritu lived since,
Now please hold, as I locate my account information,
The most current information available in my account is 981,919,688,919B-26,
That’s all, I have marooned in my account.
I know you heard things but let me put this candid,
Everyone in my life is a vanquisher,
And now I prefer to accolade and paint my family in words & this is it,
Tribute to my mother queen Stella & Rolls my Handsome Father,
Your souls are always the silence that watches over me.
Aclamaciones’ to Godfrey and Betty,
You’re my iconic golden illuminators whom I will always adore.
Cheers to #AnnaMary, Star70, my grandma,
You marshal my beautiful life.
Aunts’ Miriam, Robin, Esther & Nora, Santé to you,
You’re family, I can never say good bye to.
Sisters’ Julia, Dumez, Anita, Nataliya, Silva, Mercy, Mary & Eliza ,
I shall always enshrine you,
Because you have always uncovered the faulty lanes in me!
Brothers’ Paul, Joran, Robert, Abram, George, Ronx, Ivan, Patrick, Emmanuel & Jude
Let’s hold the entire universe in our palms!
Kin, everything you did & do was & is always a bell,
A bell that will always gong, in my cerebrum & heart,
And so in a making, our linage will always blossom century after century!
My 26 mirrors will always reflect you, kin,
Somebody who loves somebody is my 26th spirit.
Tribute to my 26 mirrors Contest & Family
T.m.TScripts
©BryanDePoet
Categories:
predominantly, dedication, family, universe,
Form:
Narrative
H awthorne bushes wildly overgrown, line the mud and gravel driveway
A bandoned by a farmer years ago, sold to someone unknown to all
U ntouched by human hands, it now appears to be totally deserted
N oticeable is the large red barn that sits predominantly on the land
T rees and uncut crops fill the fields which roll down the hill to the river
E very night lights are seen moving around the isolated farm property
D iesel engines are heard rumbling over the wind very late at night
R umors spread about the haunted red barn down the country road
E ven neighbours wonder why a beautiful barn sits alone and empty
D aylight hours offer little explanation of its existence, no movement seen
B ut is it really empty - is someone being hidden there against their will
A larming questions arise in our minds on this country road, imaginations
R un wild and every terrible scenario is suggested until we get an answer
N iagara police bust this crystal meth lab- one of the largest found in Ontario
* This is a true story, for years we walked by this haunted red barn on our country road. November 2010 police from the USA, Canadian-American border, Niagara, Hamilton and Toronto police busted one of the largest crystal meth labs - now that’s Scary!
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Constance ~ My Dear Heart’s
Contest “A Creepy, Scary Haunted House Poem, Please”
Placement: 7th
Categories:
predominantly, mystery, red, red,
Form:
Acrostic
Unlucky Penny
There once was a man from Virginny
Who found what he thought was a penny
But what he reached down
To pick from the ground
Jumped up and took hold of his ninny!*
~deborah burch
3/31/2012
*note: ninny---American (predominantly Southern) slang for nipple; breast;
Categories:
predominantly, funny, satire,
Form:
Limerick
The poetical books are nearly, by me, complete;
Next follows those once-furled, parchmentlike
Scribal tablets on which were calligraphically
Indited the books classified as
Naught but "prophetical"-
After the major and minor scribes,
The authors of which, and those of the first grouping of the
Newer set of scriptural books:
Those of the evangelical order;
The momentum engendered by the narrative flow:
The alacritous, celeritous, positively propulsive flow:
Of the Bible then stalls out,
Mired in and run aground
Amid the impenetrably deep
Bedrock of the various epistolary, predominantly Pauline books
(Paul, being Mosaic in his inditing of just as many and more books than
Those writ by Moses' own hand, for one has the tally of a mere five or six to his
Luminous credit, whereas the other has something on the order of ten, at least, to his).
Not that those, the Pauline books, are of a very poor quality,
But to segue from the narrative and story, poetry, law,
Prophecy and history and the narrative flow thereof:
To turn from these to abstruse missives
Of a yet abstruser philosophical
Bent, then one finds that one yearns anew for the levitical, mosaical books,
When their perusal of books biblical desists before the gates of the
Sadly boring New Testament-save naturally for the gospels,
Which are themselves poetic and narrative and fast-moving.
Such, at least, is my appraisal of the matter.
Categories:
predominantly, adventure, allegory, anniversary, beautiful,
Form:
just moments ago, a dawning realization
arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
and octogenarian widower father,
oh..no nothing cat
tuss strophic, boot merely the revelation,
how fist bumping dee clocks hour hand ahead
remembered by dat
dog gone refrain spring ahead, and fall back,
this unemployed chap doth down play eclat
attests that his quotidian schedule minimally effected
holed up here in Highland Manor named flat
roomy enough for thyself, the Missus,
and buzzfeed ding fruit flies
each approximately the size of a gnat
a minor nuisance, though tolerable
within this appealing habitat
where minor inconvenience experienced
by this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident
cuz as a recipient of social security disability
(social anxiety) this psyche didst get rent
which fixed (unearned) income budgeted
and predominantly costs of living money spent
hence no need to arise bright tailed and bushy eyed,
a freedom akin to folks camped out in a tent,
which exemption immunizes
this doodle ling middle aged
muddle brained chap subject ranting
early morning drivers,
who angrily, frenetically,
and splenetically rant and vent
thus, the tendency, piquancy, and lunacy
to twitter (for the Yardbirds),
and keep company with night owls, who went
a hooting for all the world wide web
to hear, whence dawgs Bach
the exact number of hours, yer oblivious
to the tight rigorous mortised schedule
manned by Mister Clock,
essentially foisting on Bread Winners,
an abstract artificial construct spurring
madcap commuters to scurry in the rat race,
lest tardiness could cost
more than paycheck
(to ap pier with permanent dock
hue ment aye shun),
an unwonted blot add hoc
king worry about getting canned -
i.e. on permanent furlough,
perhaps forced into a life of crime,
yet if caught...
wasting away in a jail cell
as warden turns the lock
one redeeming factor,
would offer opportunity to mock
management, and more pertinently
mandate to rock
and roll to the incessant muted,
yet devastatingly loud tick tock.
Categories:
predominantly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Without further ado
i offer my literary missives anew
fur ye to ponder and brew
from meister mwm of his motley crue,
whom dwells in a nada very complex edifice
which numb burr oof offspring equals deux
whereby this spouse i.e me kind of resembles an emu
whence money a edified reader considers
dis goy wit sum brain cells 2 few
chomped on by an carnivorous elder gnu
and said two female progeny sired
from one ova plus super seminal glue
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
genetic heritage comprised predominantly Jew
with one late uncle lou
who himself a milch cow and frequently did moo
which found me to rue
what comprises reality to be true
that all humans originated from the primate zoo.
*****Sapiens Sale hums lot
witnessed vicious thermal winds that blew
thick mass of cremated ashes
across rubble strewn,
and severely cratered landscape!
The devil made mince meat
as like one huge lumbering ogre
and grim reaper
rolled up into one
not so jolly green giant did slay
good will to all men,
and spat out pox with an emphatic nay
triumphing over godly salvation
using eponymous accursed pitchfork
made merry and rolled in the hay
simultaneously sneering out in delight
at wanton death and decay
whereby civilization forever mutilated
perforated said spindled
and inappropriately sensually fondled
world wide web structure
where once proud arm strong spikes radiated
now sundered in total chaotic disarray!
Categories:
predominantly, analogy, creation, deep, farewell,
Form:
Dramatic Verse