Best Probity Poems
That Ancient Darkside of All Hallows’ Eve Past
As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century.
Be warned that false-faced beggars shall knock at each door,
And unbeknownst to the common people that they shall meet
On this All Hallows’ Eve—all shall not be well and normal!
With their bloodstained masks these real Ghosts, Ghouls and
Goblins shall shout out “Trick or Treat” as a fiend’s true cover
For something that’s sordid, unclean, ungodly, and macabre.
Looking for a clever sweet surprise for the unsuspecting souls,
These devilish minions begin gathering and dancing wildly to
“The Dark Spirit of the Pale Hallowed Moon” on this night!
Shawled with the darkness of souls and their living nightmares,
Ghastly silver phantoms now seek to scare the living-death out
Of every innocent person they encounter on this darkest eve.
Houses are marked by an eerie orange-pumpkin-light escaping
Into the dancing-dark shadows that hold all night-life precious,
As these phantoms move freely in the frigid breath of this night!
Creating a palpable angst they begin shaking the tree branches as
Horrid and terrifying spirits of true evil and witchcraft escape into
The cold-dark ether caught up in the vile magic of Lucifer himself.
Fortunately, they are tricked by the sound of an old tune playing a
Heavenly paean for knowing “What's Right From What’s Wrong,”
And warning them that the wrath of Almighty God awaits them!
In the end, the absolute power and holy majesty of Almighty God
Served as the saving grace to this foul situation which threatened
The innocent souls who were ensnared by these unholy phantoms.
And so, if thou doth question the probity of what hath been related to
You in this sacred narrative, then thou shall risk forfeit of your soul,
As these evil phantoms lurketh ever in the shadows and never forget!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 19, 2018
(Tercet)
Categories:
probity, dark, evil, fantasy, god,
Form:
Terza Rima
Forgive me for feeling the need to say
I am neither a Communist nor a Nazi,
I’m a red-blooded American who served
My country in the U. S. Air Force, and,
I have always stood up for what’s right,
And, when bullied, I am up for the fight.
Divisiveness here is getting out of hand,
And probity is not at all being observed
Even hinting that I am a Nazi is crazy!
Forgive me for feeling the need to say.
written December 11, 2021
[written in my reverse rhyme format]
Categories:
probity, anti bullying, integrity, poetess,
Form:
Bio
I am called to be a true keeper of the flame,
Of love, the ever greatest teaching, with the aim;
Of entwining the humans and other beings,
With an unbreakable bond of compassion-strings...!
This, indeed, is like bringing the moon down, so hard,
In a world, by volcanoes of vengeance, ash-charred;
Wars and battles, as though essential gifts held high,
Peace and harmony before them, in meekness, sigh...!
In slaughter of beasts and birds the humans take pride,
Behind pretenses of worships their evils hide;
Building forts and mansions fine forests they destroy,
Thwarting the rhythm of the cosmos, leap in joy...!
Mother earth, cracked by mundane evils, cries in pain,
Birds, beasts and marine creatures feel as though in chain;
Will the world, as made by God once, be seen again?
Will Adams and Eves, with pure probity, births gain?
I'm a prophet assigned with the mission divine,
Of bonding the strayed wild branches one with the vine;
Till the earth and the heaven into love unite,
As a keeper of flame, I must bestow my mite...!
14 March 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
probity, god, life, light, love,
Form:
Rhyme
true
soundness,
probity;
integrity
is what honest people possess in spades.
doing the right thing, even when it's tough,
when nobody
is looking;
wondrous
trait
Date written: 06/28/2018
Categories:
probity, character,
Form:
Tetractys
THE TOKEN POETRY EDITOR
Sexless, unloved, this poem tycoon
Reads the heart’s treasures as the brain's boon,
And riven with erudition, explores the spaces
Where uninvited couplets kill the places
With talk of probity and probability.
This mortgaged toad of honesty gives glee
To those who find in truth a rash offence
And save their daily lies in deference
To a lone columnist like herself, persuading
All that is needed is this harvest of envious raiding
To feed the bonfire of youth and exploitation –
The seducer’s vocabulary of apt explanation
On why God is absent from the universe,
And can only be heard in exploding verse.
(C) Rosemarie Rowley
From IN MEMORY OF HER (2008)
Categories:
probity, conflict, culture, gender, identity,
Form:
Sonnet
WHO I AM IS A PERSON OF INTEGRITY
I LIVE IN PROBITY
WHAT I LIVE IS A SCHLOR OF VISUAL RIGHTS
I AM NOT SOMEONE ELSE
ABBREVIATION OF ME IS A VIRTUAL TO FLY AWAY
I AM A NOUN
I AM A PRONOUN
NOT A VERB
NOR ADJECTIVE
BUT A IDEALLY OF WHO I AM
Categories:
probity, integrity,
Form:
Bio
Ingenious partners no hesitation.
No loud protest, no obligation.
No decrepitation, no calcumination.
No spurious trouble, only festive occasions,
Generosity and probity, no tension.
Categories:
probity, business, caregiving, forgiveness, happiness,
Form:
Haiku
THE AMAZON MEETS THE GREEKS
When life was thick with possibility,
Before the written word and the weighing scales,
Your definitions held too much probity
In the rich seamless embroidery of our tales.
Our vanished mystery, which your history sealed
Up in the libraries of the planet’s scar.
So what way to better wield a shield?
You men just skirt the theory of war!
Words became deeds – there were forests to lop!
Hard iron entered body and soul
I cherished my child as a cosmic tear-drop
Bound to osmosis in the ocean’s roll,
And took the sword, and chopped my source and dower
Because you underestimated female power.
(c) Rosemarie Rowley
Categories:
probity, culture, woman,
Form:
Sonnet
I gulp a flame of desire
At the sight of your ecclesiastical attire
Being proxy for a pacifier
That elicits a comfort for my quagmire
Your smile, your smile
A sun in a darkened profile
A moon that illuminates the eventide.
Oh lily of the while
You let your movement twist my writing style
And your utterances, parch my bile
Your cheek,
Comely and with a perfect sleek
It brings forth my devotion like to a holy week
My arteries gape and tweak...
When your eyes greet my eyes in streak
And I feel your eyes can unbend an oblique
When you call my name, l inhale peace
Right from the direction of your sheen anatomical masterpiece.
It flows into my centrepiece
And makes me say "how I need this! "
This aura of hightened affection
Induces my heart's rhythm section
My pulse beats to the sequence of your rock n' roll session
Your complexion,
Makes me want to have no objection
To any of your imperfection
But to uphold your perfection
Your entirety is graced
Euphoric and grippingly fun-aced
Your pulchritude is emphatically embraced
And your probity, well showcased
Appeals to my aftertaste
Once have you spoken, twice have I heard
Like you stole the password
Securing my ghost word
From where I will fangle your byword
Please don't make it your watchword
Rather let us build on the foreword
Categories:
probity, beauty, cute love, for
Form:
Rhyme
Peruse the literary discourse; illusion from reality divorce
Objective criticism with conscientious rigor your tour de force
Educate yourself on each antiquated style and archaic source
Train your enterprising eyes, every truism endorse and apt allegory reinforce
Recon the lexicon for cultural anomalies and idiosyncratic expressions
Your probity use to underscore trite confessions and trivial regressions
Peel away each banal artifice; to the arrogant that hauteur grant no concessions
Audit the amateur-shadow poets, showering disapproval on their indiscretions
Lacquer and emboss the verses that with creativity and innovation bridge the generational divide
Attentively nourish the nuances and imbibe the endearing witicisms that will abide
Careen through the light poems; cavort through each limerick; caress every soliloquy in stride
Enshrine the masterpieces with laudatory epilogues; let their inspiration your literary path forever guide
Categories:
probity, on writing and words
Form:
Acrostic
As in the fabled medieval times of centuries in the deep past,
It’s time once again to celebrate the hidden ugly horror that
Seeks to infest and devour all human souls in this new century.
Be warned that false-faced beggars shall knock at each door,
And unbeknownst to the common people that they shall meet
On this All Hallows’ Eve—all shall not be well and normal!
With their bloodstained masks these real Ghosts, Ghouls and
Goblins shall shout out “Trick or Treat” as a fiend’s true cover
For something that’s sordid, unclean, ungodly, and macabre.
Looking for a clever sweet surprise for the unsuspecting souls,
These devilish minions begin gathering and dancing wildly to
“The Dark Spirit of the Pale Hallowed Moon” on this night!
Shawled with the darkness of souls and their living nightmares,
Ghastly silver phantoms now seek to scare the living-death out
Of every innocent person they encounter on this darkest eve.
Houses are marked by an eerie orange-pumpkin-light escaping
Into the dancing-dark shadows that hold all night-life precious,
As these phantoms move freely in the frigid breath of this night!
Creating a palpable angst they begin shaking the tree branches as
Horrid and terrifying spirits of true evil and witchcraft escape into
The cold-dark ether caught up in the vile magic of Lucifer himself.
Fortunately, they are tricked by the sound of an old tune playing a
Heavenly paean for knowing “What's Right From What’s Wrong,”
And warning them that the wrath of Almighty God awaits them!
In the end, the absolute power and holy majesty of Almighty God
Served as the saving grace to this foul situation which threatened
The innocent souls who were ensnared by these unholy phantoms.
And so, if thou doth question the probity of what hath been related to
You in this sacred narrative, then thou shall risk forfeit of your soul,
As these evil phantoms lurketh ever in the shadows and never forget!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 19, 2018
(Tercet)
Categories:
probity, dark, evil, fantasy, god,
Form:
Terza Rima
JOCELYN
( Acrostic )
Jocelyn,tthe most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard
Sound of music that tickles a man’s heart and soul
Like a star that twinkles in the sky at night
A sweet name that makes one to smile.
Oh! how amiable and adorable you are
a fragrant red rose in the garden of one's heart
Your eyes are so bright that tantalizes one's mind
Your smile makes the world go-round.
Charming replica of Venus, the goddess of beauty
In the heart of the man who loves you truly
Poet's inspiration that moves his imagination to play
And ask the birds how to tweet and fly away.
Erudite, lovely and honest woman
An ideal and sublime lady of wisdom
Making plans and blue prints for a dwelling place
Where her kids will someday run and play.
Loyalty and sincerity are good virtues to possess
These, let it reign in your heart
Disseminate to the younger ones
Embed in their mind the Solomonic wisdom.
Yes, love is a many splendored thing
But your heart to only one man
The sanctity of love never to blaspheme
Respect, cherish and never disdain.
Natty, and humility, are your qualities to treasure
A glory and crown to be kept forevermore
You’re a woman of dignity, integrity and decency
A woman of rectitude and probity.
Categories:
probity, appreciation, art, beautiful, christian,
Form:
Acrostic
Red bulb
casts sultry shadow
across the
room
spilling onto the
street
air heavy with
illicit
night scent
rain smog weed and
jack
clinging
along for the ride
blurry eyed
distorted reflection dares you
“look up”
shoes
high with painted toes
pulse quickens
stockinged legs the
pathway to shapely hips and
white lace panties
silk
skims navel and
cups breasts
dark
hair spills
tense anticipation
fear
molten lava veins
palms
sweat
heart pounds in ears
feet carry forward
musty
perfume envelopes and
draws into her
realm
cash binds
the deal
one night of
passion
for your
probity
Categories:
probity, passion, urban
Form:
Free verse
Again the sun will rise and the moon will shine,
Again the night will shudder,again the night will whine.
Again the darkness will beseech, the sky will remorse for its stalemate,
Again her wail will lament in the hellish night, her body will be bruised and her soul will creamate.
Again the candles will burn in smoulder, again the cortège will walk,
Again the daily gazette will be flung with headlines and debates and talks,
Again the horde will scream for punishment and justice,
Again the social media will rise in protest, again the court will surfeit with another case.
Again another news will herald, another "she " will be torned apart,
Another imploring wail will groan in the sky, another predator will born with benignity full of wry.
Again another delicate soul will wane, another trust will be transformed in bane.
Again her eyes will open to witness the succour given to her,
Again her eyes will close to re-experience the horror she had to bear.
Marching, rallies and "online" protest will continue to stay, the vermin will continue to lacerate its prey,
To stop the beastly crime everyone must "stand" together, without any class barrier.
Covering the body is not important, to uncover the veiled thinking is more significant.
Not clothes but coarse glare is more ablest, for an impeccable child cannot lure the beast,
When the probity totters, even demon can be born in priest.
Woman are not for consumption, she is anyone's mother, daughter, sister or wife.
Do not pierce her soul and let her die, she can bless the world with a new life.
Let us not be the second one, but the first to secure,
Because once upon a time you may have heard "prevention is better than cure".
Categories:
probity, abuse, emotions, evil, lust,
Form:
Lyric
Life is a litter of examples, and I must be true
My sister made it through school and I can too
The best example is my own flesh and blood
She was born in the struggle, she grew in the mud
My mama keeps selling me her only dream
Education is the key, child, it is her theme
So my probity is to be the best in school
The proof of my dignity is that I’m no fool.
I know violence destroys hopes and careers
I study, but can’t concentrate, neither my peers
Police cars screaming, gun shots in our ears
The violence is mounting and so are my fears
I reflect, I think back, what they did with pen
And ink, they did achieve, but now we descend
And stand at the brink. Dr. King was our friend,
Our hero, our leader, a good example to men
He walked through the bitter darkness, bold
He was undaunted, he led families and fold
Across the bridge of peace, it was no breeze
Let us be united and continue the legacy, please
Let us be like Dr. King, Rosa Parks and Ghandi
Let us be understanding, rise in dignity
Forget the color, it’d not race, not black and white
It is coming together to do what is right
Stop the violence, the hate, the destruction
Of the mind, the crucifying of our ambition
The overthrowing of our leaders and history
They paved a way, a way we can be free.
I want to live in comfort without hostility
I want to claim the prize and keep the legacy
I want my education; I am tired of the policy
That binds me politically to impotency
O we are losing our kids without making a sound
We are falling apart being politically bound
I ask myself what can I do, O what can I do
I am praying to God the dream will come through
Categories:
probity, black african american, history,
Form:
Verse