Best Presuppose Poems
something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust
something we said so many times before
a crack in the door
a bit of a poet in all of us
red dust
sunset can’t catch
little bits o’memories
tickles under the tongue
a go-out and get you-one. . . of those
strip the rags off the rappers and sell them off for clothes
make math, in the mathematicians’ presuppose
fire sell it off to celeritas
one more big blink in the big goggles
golden fish missing in the adjustment of pince-nez
had to turn out that way
when all we did was
adjust
There once was a man from DeBose
who had a gigantic nose
his nostrils squawked
whenever he walked.
When at rest it sat on his toes
The man got a job at a farm
his task was to sound the alarm
when the sly fox
tried the coop locks
intending to do chickens harm
One night his nose fell asleep
lulled by the bleat of the sheep
fox took a chance
interrupted romance
of two lovebirds, now the one weeps!
The man with the nose then got fired
The farmer now wished he had hired
a man without clothes
not a nullified nose
so prone to be slumber inspired
As the nose and his man went away
Nose saw the sly fox in the hay
with much boogie-woogie
nose hocked a great loogie
and splattered the fox where he lay
The farmer was pleased to be rid of the pest
though the hay loft was terminally messed
Everyone cheered
nose grew a beard
and moved to an ashram out west
You may wonder, is this tale is true?
I assure you it is, yes I do.
to doubt the nose
would presuppose
this story is nothing but poo
The legend of the hero nose grows
if questions of provenance pose
look on the shadiest side
of that big chunk of hide
for only the shadow knows
He's late again, our postman,
God knows where he's been.
Sometimes, very often,
He's nowhere to be seen.
It's ten past three in the afternoon
And soon it will be evening.
Perhaps his van has broken down,
No mail we'll be receiving.
Of little consequence no doubt,
His offerings today would be,
The usual rubbish for the bin,
Like buy one get one free,
Along with home insurance, stair lifts,
Gifts from the garden centre,
Beauty aids and vitamin pills
To help you to remember.
Such trivia can fill our days,
Creating stress and worry.
Each day a long to-do list
And always in a hurry.
Today though comes unlikely news,
This earth we all inhabit
Has tilted in an aftershock,
What now awaits our planet ?
So worry not about the postman's van
And all our little woes.
What lies ahead for Everyman
We cannot presuppose.
The world looks on in some dismay
At how they've voted in the USA.
Eyed in midnight's milieu
mistakes can be illusion, see
like branches of a tree
lop-sided and set free to play.
Settling sides works this way -
all angles on display to those
who wrongly presuppose.
In morning's light, two foes can find
mercy and truth aligned.
Forgiveness of a kind breaks through.
We all know this won't work
for some who want to shirk the blame,
for those who play the game -
bringing others to shame with lies.
It's cruelty's disguise.
And so forgiveness dies? Oh no!
This is where hope must grow.
What the midnight would know as pain -
Love’s Dayspring holds as gain.
How does our Lord arraign his church?
*written 06-10-14 as a Vietnamese form - luc bat
One never want to wait until the Midnight hour to make his choices regarding forgiveness.
DON’T GRIEVE THY GRAVE
It’s about strong powers and strong gods
Saying grace in the face of fear
It’s about long hours and long odds
Saving face when we shed a tear
We work in the steel mills
We stand on the corner of casual conversation and condemnation
Popping pills for the thrills that threaten our dreams
We are the hopeful who have hope when hurt is horrific
And pain purports to be prolific
We are the ones who turn the gears of a galaxy for the unanimity of a universe
And curse those who contend that this is the way the world must be
When there are actions we could take to overcome adversity
And to deprive pity of the privilege to lay us all low
We are the crossing guards who guide the next generation across streets strewn with stones, bones and the moans of too many men who have come before them
The Minute Men, the soldiers of Gettysburg and those in Guantanimo Bay today
The armies that hold other armies at bay
So that the youthfulness of yesterday can stay the strength of those who might oppose us
And presuppose the dangers that declare destitution to loved ones and strangers alike
We are the ones who strike against strife and picket against a lack of pity
We live in intrepid towns and a citadel of cities that crisscross a land where loss is our enemy
And desperation results only in further inspiration
We are one town, one city,
and the world is all one nation
I’ve heard tell that my God is dead
Well to rumor I am no slave
He is alive in every hungry child fed
And in His word that salvation begins in one’s grave
© 2012…..(c) 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
ON HATRED
Acrimony is like a malignant tumour
Alienation confronts disaffection
Alienation takes the hand ill humour
Acrimony leads to separation.
Disloyalty commands anxiety
Love and animosity oppose
Disloyalty arises if one gaiety
Love does not presuppose.
Antagonism consumes impediment
Antipathy feeds on success
Antagonism creates contempt
Antipathy puts life in distress.
Contempt is an affair of intrepidity.
Dignity is the envy of distaste
Contempt lacks human dignity
Dignity is not displaced.
Pride is the envy failure.
Bitterness comes with jealousy.
Pride question behaviour
Bitterness sends one into loneliness.
Hate-filled with absolute horror.
Hostility turns people into monsters.
Hate waits cunningly around the corner
Hostility brand people imposters.
Ill will go straight from the south.
Loathing directly from the east
Ill will dominate in the north
Loathing deepest in the west.
Fighting against malice
Revenge is sweet sometimes
Fighting to eliminate prejudice
Revenge brings about crimes.
It is not time for revulsion,
The same goes for abomination
Again it is said to avoid repulsion
Immediately confront detestation.
Getting rid of abhorrence
Stay away from the hideousness
The heart fails by malevolence
The mind suffers from coldness.
Forever downtrodden by maliciousness
The tongue shall burn by spitefulness.
praying to seek
we presuppose separation
thus the earth entity
feels not one with God’s creation
why do we needlessly cling
to conditioned belief and thought
we are living light, not this form
entering silence we become self-taught
The Lotus Position requires
A bunch of professional liars
Each one presuppose
That everyone knows
We can think away our spare tyres
"When miracles confound the mortal mind-
great acts of God are truly what we find."
_by Poet
Believe- for me, this word soon congers up
that part of me that theorizes and
hypothesizes what I understand;
for sure, our God directs the Universe.
Surmising how our Earth supports all life
of varied forms too many to detail-
what but a God could fathom and control
the processes by which these all exist?
Who else but God could paint the artistry
of intricate designs that cloak our plants,
all creatures of the air, of land and sea-
with perfect stages of their seasons too?
We may live on and take for granted that
these gifts of life are ordinary things.
But, they are major wonders that confirm
these have supported us through centuries.
Such miracles have led me to believe;
to presuppose and ascertain for sure,
the Maker of this world we live upon-
I've come to understand- as my true God.
December 26, 2021
Contest: ''B'' Forms, 10 Plus Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Word Chosen: Believe
Form Chosen: Blank Verse,
10 syllables and 5 feet per line
DON’T GRIEVE THE GRAVE
It’s about strong powers and strong gods
Saying grace in the face of fear
It’s about long hours and long odds
Saving face when we shed a tear
We work in the steel mills
We stand on the corner of casual conversation and condemnation
Popping pills for the thrills that threaten our dreams
We are the hopeful who have hope when hurt is horrific
And pain purports to be prolific
We are the ones who turn the gears of a galaxy for the unanimity of a universe
And curse those who contend that this is the way the world must be
When there are actions we could take to overcome adversity
And to deprive pity of the privilege to lay us all low
We are the crossing guards who guide the next generation across streets strewn with stones, bones and the moans of too many men who have come before them
The Minute Men, the soldiers of Gettysburg and those in Guantanimo Bay today
The armies that hold other armies at bay
So that the youthfulness of yesterday can stay the strength of those who might oppose us
And presuppose the dangers that declare destitution to loved ones and strangers alike
We are the ones who strike against strife and picket against a lack of pity
We live in intrepid towns and a citadel of cities that crisscross a land where loss is our enemy
And desperation results only in further inspiration
We are one town, one city,
and the world is all one nation
I’ve heard tell that my God is dead
Well to rumor I am no slave
He is alive in every hungry child fed
And in His word that salvation begins with one’s grave
© 2012….copyright PHREEPOETREE ...~free cee!~
Our day has come to love beyond the night
To ride our wave against the world of fear
Give me your hand and let me draw you near
My love, come join me on the wingless flight
And destruction may be the way ahead
My arms embrace will hold you ever close
Protect you from the words that presuppose
Our love will not last long enough to wed
We will prove them all wrong I promise you
Their closed minds can’t understand you and me
They do not see the precious things we see
Only eyes of love can see the ways so true
As darker whispers set us to run free
So, hold me tight, my love, so we can be
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: German Sonnet
I don't think that god exists,
It is church that persists,
They construct and presuppose,
It is all fallacious, dim prose.
You can’t get away from fable,
It’s inherent to creed and babble,
Relationships are inversions inwards,
It’s all weakness and many cowards.
Look to religious study, athiest,
You’ll achieve inquiry of the scientist,
Create debate, framework, models,
Around historical analysis parallels.
Who am I to presuppose
The wine flowed deep that night?
But after waiting seven years,
To greet the morning light
And find her sister in your bed -
Well, something ain’t quite right.
It’s said that’s Leah’s eyes were weak,
But Jacob got blind drunk,
For how else could it be explained
’Twas Leah in his bunk?
(from Genesis 29)
Along a conduit we are led
Finer than a gossamer thread
Designated nodes meet and greet
Divine magnetism, so well-bred
Bliss mists fill us from head to feet
No wonder then, our heart’s upbeat
This benign burn transforms our soul
Manifest within as cool heat
Feeling complete, blissful and whole
Thoughts rest; we presuppose no goal
Our toroidal heart is aflame
We reclaim soul’s light, ego stole
Recognising life’s but a game
We disrobe without feeling shame
We see soul as ocean of light
Fulfilling then thus our life’s aim
03-June-2023