Best Promulgated Poems
The Long Count Calendar, Cycle One Ends
December twenty-first, two thousand and twelve –
The Mayan long count calendar sets sights on that year.
Are there ecological and cosmic questions to delve?
Is it time for modern man to panic and fear?
The reckoning at hand, according to Mayans,
Began with the creation of the world.
Then, the sky still lay on the primordial sea, black
And the long count calendar began time’s whirl.
Man has traveled a long way on life’s stage.
Throughout time to beyond the information age,
Amazing discoveries have and will come to man
Since before and after the scientific method began.
End of the world theories run rampant these days.
Promulgated by televisions entertaining ways.
History Channel’s “Decoding the Past”
Brought on many doomsday sequels…and fast.
Did the galactic alignment of nineteen, ninety, eight
Begin the wake of a super-massive black hole fate?
Or will a geomagnetic reversal mark earth’s end?
Can we know when the apocalypse will begin?
The Holy Bible says no one knows when.
Upon that premise, hope over fear may win.
Have faith and see what NASA has to say
About that previously predicted calendar day.
Polarity change takes thousands of years.
And it doesn’t affect planetary alignments
There is no huge planet heading for earth.
So, predictions need realignment.
Be faithful; and with Christ live a thousand years.
Even if the apocalypse does start, put fears on shelve.
What will really happen in two thousand and twelve?
Cycle two of the Mayan long count calendar will begin.
© August 26, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
RELEVANT SHORT VIDEO: http://www.jpl.nasa.gov/video/index.cfm?id=876
Friendship is a relation between friends
Relationship is a romantic relation between couples
Living relation is a sexual relation between an unmarried couple
Marriage is a licensed union between two People
Q.What do we get from marriage?
Ans.We get documented babies.
Q.What do we get from living relation?
Ans.We get family planning.
Q.What do we get from relationship?
And.We get experience, it's like a test match.
Friendship, relationship, living relation are almost the same thing.
It's like soldiers doing drills to prepare themselves for the battle.
Note. 2 × 2 = 4, and 2 + 2 = 4 hence proved that we are applying different formulas to get the same answer.
Family law 1961 was promulgated by ayub Khan but sexually mature boys and girls can do ding dong with their consent.
Q.What will you do If legal is not moral and moral is not legal and immoral is legal?
Q.Who are you to decide legal, moral, immoral and illegal?
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.
large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand
parked together like defenseless tadpoles,
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats
who love the companionship
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics
and assorted beasts of the mind
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.
He roars from the distance, instilling in everyone, terror and fear
Approaching stealthily, though unseen, somehow you sense he's near.
Then, in an incomprehensible instant of time, before you can react
The lion lunges at you, the unwary prey, in an outrageous attack.
The roar is intentional, skillfully utilized, to inspire fear, to paralyze
Shaking, quaking, fearing imminent death, the hopeless ones realize
The time has come, ready or not, for their premature earthly demise
Perhaps unaware, that God has prepared for all, an earthly paradise.
The lion is a beast, an enraged animal, with an insatiable appetite
Targeting humanity, especially the innocent, inexperienced in the fight
Hatred and extremism, promulgated by evil men, wicked schemes roar
Propaganda machine running full steam operators tabulating the score.
Wicked people brutalizing others, committing atrocities are inhumane
Deceived human agents of a malevolent unseen lion who's gone insane
This diabolical lion, is on the prowl, ever watchful, seeking to devour prey
Righteous humans will survive unharmed, if they humbly seek God and pray.
John Derek Hamilton November 18, 2015
TRAUMA BAY
Of true evil, I’d had barely a peek
But this day would be an education
A full immersion in the fetid reek
The foul depths of his soul’s violation.
Indescribable draining sensation,
It leveled its shoulder, knocked out my wind
Stop spinning room, dig deep, began again.
Although miles away we were from the crime
We felt the direct impact on our hearts
His trigger pulls pierced many souls each time,
Bodies punctured, shrouded, lives torn in parts.
Shock waves broke spirits, families apart.
It was his ghoulish realm made manifest,
Backwards kingdom of delusion, unrest.
CHAOS
United by our common urgency
The fair-skinned devil in our own backyard
Morphed into citywide emergency
A distress call radiated outward
The nation slowly turned its eyes southward
Our easiest, natural reaction
Find the inner sword, and gird for action
JANE 1
A loving deed, rare and touching to all
Warm, kindly neighbor from across the street
Taking her friend, the senator to call
Sweetness like yours, I would cherish to meet
Just not with your blood pouring on my feet.
Half whisper, half gasp, you told me your name
“Ma'am, we’ll take good care of you.” Heart aflame.
JANE 2
A still form on the gurney, lying there
Soul dangling on the thinnest thread of life
Crusted crimson stain in her ruffled hair
The same height, same build, same age as my wife
Eviscerate me, invisible knife
CAT scan on the screen revealed the damage
Twisted anatomy, bullet ravaged
HEROISM
Between heroism and everyday strides
A simple matter that we were prepared
The gulf, in reality, not so wide
The tools and skills we wielded, not so rare,
A thousand heroes happened to be there.
Yet together we formed a solid wall
Resolute warriors answered the call
But of heroism, one thing we did learn
Between appearance and reality
The public laurels that a few did earn
Oft unaligned with actuality
How image misconstrues causality
Media promulgated story lines
Have so many false agendas behind
The convenient plot lines of journalists
Tales of what has supposedly been
So little to do with real turns and twists
Tangential resemblance to the blue screen
The actual truth of all I have seen
Yet all the falsehood cannot steal the pride
The fated day's true heroes hold inside
4/5/16
by Michaelw1two
inspired by word works of Void Opus
all for you, superannuated, desiccated erudition,
this propagation scribed, this apotheosis odium;
under eructate flames, under the epitome of,
euphonious, promulgated magniloquent inception;
of the Maker’s exuberant false belief, in each of you,
this written punctilious event, come full circle;
rising to the very cusp, from titubate cathedra,
wherein the last of pure worshipers, in chants;
celebrate the edification cleared, to your last days,
by those, with their own amphigouris conjunct;
this of your quintessence, to show tutelar beings,
nothing, but exemplification of pride and dominance;
arise, you opprobrious center jestee, then look up,
to the center of infinite, lonesome screams;
this day’s iniquity is all you will fight for;
these last importunes, are all for you, one last time,
histrionically, making way, to move forward;
to the vertiginousness, of sand, sweat and ground,
denunciatory yells and screams, are all for you;
bow your head lower and cross this palisade,
to the center, until you hear a rise of yells;
the pitch perfect roar, cannot stop the gods,
until you are circled, in yourself, by all of us;
this last chance, for you to soutenu forward,
until you ululate for the dust from the dead;
this all for you, your torrid tomentum, this tined fork,
made to transfix all that has become perpetually you;
accompanied incessantly by these sanguinary tridents,
all for you, aimed at you, the fountainhead raising;
these enduring entry points, standing at your fundament,
in themselves, distinct in that you be one all for you;
one more is all, one more to extirpate, for this is all,
this wright’s sword your will needs, even if this ends;
all from you, the all for you, is all you will ever need,
are you ready for the all of these acuminate moira?
May 2013
Justice,
I remember fallacious accusations of some Pharisees
and scribes who were pushed by their leaders
so that they could bump of Christ Jesus.
Some of them could say loudly " He was saying that
He is the King of jews."
Others could say ," His teaching are true and powerful.
If we give Him chance to propagate his message ,
many people will leave us and follow Him. "
they did not want the true gospel to be promulgated
in different districts.
Justice,
The rich leaders were on hot chairs while thinking of losing their jobs and benefits
Then built hate in innocent poor people to loathe a person who loved them more than majority guilty party leaders.
The king found Christ Jesus was not guilty,
But majority infected people called for the liberation
of a dangerous criminal to swap with innocent Christ Jesus.
The queen had a bad dream and convinced his husband
to stop those cooked up accusations. As the top Judge
of tribunal, he failed to stop the death penalty of Christ Jesus because he wanted to please majority fouled people than making fair Judgment.
Justice,
How many innocent people are in some jails of the World?
How many poor people failed to pay some lawyers and ended up throwing in jails because of misrepresentations in different courts of laws?
Many masterminds of terrible crimes in the world are protected by some chiefs justices and judges in different countries because of their billions and powers
while some innocent people rot in jails.
had Julian been even a sparkle in his
mom’s eyes
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being
passed
straight from one hand to the next---
from Zamyatin to
Huxley & from Huxley to
Orwell & from Orwell to
Mr. Bradbury & from Mr. Bradbury to
Burgess, from Burgess to Atwood &
onward &
as one picks up the torch,
cranking the floodlights on the
dastardly deeds of the empire at hand
12 more flick on their lighters,
17 more strike matches &
light candles, whilst the flashlights,
the spotlights, the headlights,
the energy saving sunlight bulbs &
even the bug lights,
all spread like rampant wildfire
throughout the world,
continuing the tradition
(one of the few worth keeping)---
Julian & Wikileaks, Anonymous &
LulzSec,
should not be assaulted but instead
hailed for what they are doing,
as the work they are producing is
of immeasurable value to our species---
they all run with the flame burning bright &
though idiots across the board still
buy into the propaganda peddled by the
masters spending $5 billion a year in
the campaign to brainwash more of us
citizens into
numbness,
we who work in the light
unafraid of these attempts still failing
miserably on us,
raise our lights in unison
for one day this world will be lit
perpetually, and not the largest
industrial blower of any kind
promulgated by the powers that be,
will be able to extinguish it.
(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend).
with the assiduous vigor of a cadre of volunteers
brought sought after fruition of freedom
per the release of imprisoned young (twenty something) American lass
whose former life sentenced commuted to egress from an Italian jail
to her home within Seattle, Washington
whereby family, friends and strangers who fought for her liberation
breathed one palpable surprising sigh of euphoric relief
when the plane who boarded landed safely on the tarmac of SEATAC
aswarm with frenzied television camera crews
scrambled to get the initial scoop and what promises
to land this once anonymous cell bait
an undisclosed amount of lucre
which many on the other side of the pond
find mind boggling if not downright objectionable
moreso livid with rage
against the Machiavellian machine
on account of supposed culpability in tandem with her then boy friend
accused (under the guise of guilty fiat)
sans homicide of college roommate
now sought after garnering this fawning female
(salaciously tagged by Perugian court with the sobriquet “she wolf”
now faces a future replete with riches aplenty
allowing gravity of ugly epithet plus stigma from accusation of murder
to serve as basis for what will no doubt be a best seller
not to mention made for the silver screen blockbuster
with subsequent royal carpet treatment
to compensate for guilty judgment decreed
without tangible evidence nor fair trial to boot!
Categorized inefficiencies
Ignorant illegalities
Promulgated promises
Vaculant vacuoles
Timeless timeulents
Zealous zealounts
Populous priests
Stopual sentient sanctions
Live for todaydrums.
noculous neverdoms.
A walking cradle
A scaffold
Just support
Underpinnings are cushions of support.
We exacerbate to defeat negative thoughts.
We want success because this soothes our words.
Impaired from those that know how to hinder when moving forward, is a liaison to destroy.
A philosophical standard is not atypical.
This provides acumen and vision.
A walking cradle
Your framework
Empowered to join in a cause
A platform to stand on is that designed to level up.
Your thinking encounters more knowledge.
Edifice so large, that organization is a network.
Associate positive environment.
Correlate your roller deck.
Connect your mind to solidarity.
The structure is in order to induce the luring of optimistic tools.
To progress, becomes categorical.
Firm uncompromising unconditional
Absolute your milieu unlimitedly!
Cultivate your own means.
Flourish breed
A walking cradle
A new school
Promulgated!
A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary
testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated
olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat that buck came vasocongested spades
lit torch, where hello kitty Ernst lee screeched
amidst Grafenberg tit parades
bumping uglies during four nuke key eight ting game
where pinkish puckered two lips viz biological
Russian roulette played – birth control relegated as desuetude
hotly contested fee conned, caved heat seminal blitzkrieg overlaid
bilging swamped,
whence olds eye goat ruff fused exiting nightshade
shy ham mull in, and gave way to blast ta cyst
vis a visa viz biological fertilization qua two plump milkmaids
from inchoate seeds juiced beginning
to compress bladder re: lemonades
per diem mother via umbilical cord fueling gestation,
where sonogram shows faint genetic threnody skein
perchance manifold jades
nope – no fallacy when peppy thrust with sucks esse full feint
after thwarting objection against skin flute charmed thence invades
which begot conception from chromosomal traits stitched
via jean S, and her faction of trumpeting handmaids
whose fecund ditty began to feel swell as biological reproduction
showed no uterine back grades
as Tabula rasa In utero endured fusillades per what mother tubby ingested
sustenance promulgated noticeable womb dar full expansion fusillades
of nutriments ordaining future health of progeny
riddling endless questions within the gallimaufry
discombobulated mental, physical fatigue enfilades
and spiritual state of momma me ya in tha family way, whereby baby blueprint an outcome as nano sized atomic bombshells scoured decades
to determine the ontological makeup from when the fluid dynamics
spelling impregnation since time immemorial and into the future cascades
artfully concatenating eminent grise immaculate kindred laminated with waxy substance i.e. vernix, though smooth
doth serve analogous to microscopic switch-blades.
Sneaky Pecore the Weasel
plays political games
until shadow puppets
dance on fabric walls
for petty amusement.
When wrangling for more
he can't ignore the power
of crisis to vault him up
as savior once through
diminishing his rivals.
If news runs slow,
fear must be promulgated
by self-inflicted wounds
to galvanize matters
along a spectral line.
Once contemplated as
manipulation, he'll parade
his family to garner
sympathetic sighs
seeking humanity.
Only when confronted
does his luster tarnish
behind arrogant grunts
hoping to motivate
retreat or surrender.
The day runs short
for Sneaky Pecore's ways
as people demand
more than dramatic
posturing for points.
So he calls upon
fellow rodents of the globe
to clamp a suffocating lid
on the wills of those
deemed inferior.
Until such machinations
drift on currents of indignance,
I shall always remember
that once credibility gets tainted
all words from liars disappear.
This August 26th , 2018 rendition
regarding previous literary endeavor
Wick End Up Date, Snippet Sans...
...The Deadly Scourge
...One Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder
(Never abating infiltrating
writing material e'en superceding
the death of John McCain, where
Munster monster rears gnashing
undermining marriage with ambivalence.
Anorexia nervosa absent bulimia
nadir of onset schizoid behavior,
which agonizingly slow suicide
self starvation maelstrom within
psyche of self prepubescent lad
(particularly devastating
immediate family members)
emaciation pitted existential
ghastly revulsion unseen,
wuthering heights wrung death
knell annihilating fragile entity
christened Matthew Scott Harris
obvious preemtory imprimatur
yieldeing covalent bond to die starkly
horrified kith and kin helpless
Zorro slashed signature profound
perilous depressive psychological gouge.
Now at about two plus score years
attaining centenarian rank perfect 20/20
hindsight supreme advantage swift under
currents alluded drowning, when das
scribe juiced started to nibble puberty,
whence devastating emotional crisis
tripped, trilled, and tricked chronological
clock theorizing numerous educated
guesses within mindful middle progeny,
and sole son (of Boyce and late Harriet Harris),
why I willfully hurtled flesh at light speed
down abyss toward death. Literal and
physical lightness manifested within
nooks and crannies prior to full blown
symptoms to eliminate sustenance
drawing curtain on brief residence be
fore high noon of life. Metamorphosis
from boyhood into man found solace
attempting to keep at bay natural cycle,
which trans formation grieved me
pining nostalgic childhood’s end
(one fraught with romanticism)
vengefully interpreted attempt to halt
deadly tracks intervention of mother,
whose nursing experience helped fend
passive attempt promulgated silent...