Best Provocations Poems
Hear ye, hear ye: Listen to my timeless presentation
If you'd like to conquer anger, irritation, or vexation.
My name is Emerson, Ralph Waldo if you please,
I founded Transcedentalism, creating a fresh breeze
Which elevates and fortifies an individual's will and spirit,
To withstand provocations intended expressly to smear it.
The vehicle is simple, a child's plaything:
A spinning top designed to give us a wing,
To raise us above petty squabbles and strife,
Bringing peace to the world, enriching life.
The top has four sides, each with a letter,
Symbolic of strategies to help us to better
Withstand darts and arrow aimed by others at us
As we keep our own counsel: Discuss---never cuss.
Spin the top as fast as you can,
Wait eagerly to see where it lands;
If 'B' is face up, it means 'Breath:'
So 'Take a Deep Breath;'
Exhale -- Anger's died an angelic death!
Spin you magic top again:
If it lands on 'S,'
Smile your widest smile,
Grin your jolliest grin:
Now there's no way at all for irritation to seep in!
Once more twist your top;
Watch it land on 'C.'
'Count to 100,' then wait and see:
From vexation you'll flee;
You'll feel only glee!
The last side the top can land on is 'L.'
'L' stands for 'Loss' -- Compare it with 'Gain:'
You Anger will only land you in Trouble again,
Whereas Peace and Tranquility win the day,
Providing adults much-needed opportunity for play.
Now I know our tops are not cheap,
They're priced pretty high;
But what matters money
When you soar to the sky?
February 28, 2018
NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
SAY ADIEU TO EUROPE AS IT EDDIES TO THE DRAIN
THE DEMISE WILL BE SLOW WITH BLOOD WITH PAIN
THERE IS AN INVASION ALL EUROPE IS UNDER SIEGE
BY DEDICATED JIHADISTS DISGUISED AS REFUGEES
THEY WILL SLOWLY COLONIZE INTO URBAN CENTERS
OBEYING SHARIAH DEMANDED BY THEIR MENTORS
THEY WILL REFUSE TO ACCEPT LOCAL TRADITIONS
AMASS LARGE AREAS FOR ISLAMIC IMPOSITIONS
ESTABLISH NO GO ZONES TABOO FOR THE LOCALS
CALL TO PRAYER RITUALS WITH ARABIC VOCALS
ONCE SETTLED WILL COME CONSTANT AGITATIONS
CAUSING RIOTS AND UNENDING PROVOCATIONS
AVOIDING BEING CALLED RACIST LOCALS CEDE
YIELDING TRADITIONS TO SATE INVADERS’ NEED
LOOKING AROUND OSLO YOU’LL THINK ITS IRAN
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLAXEN HAIRED BEAUTIES GONE
THEY’RE IN HIDING AVOIDING THE LEWD FOCUS
OF MEDIEVAL SAVAGES THE MODERN DAY LOCUSTS
EVENTUALLY THE LOCALS WILL BECOME AWARE
BUT IT MAY COME LATE FOR THOSE IN DESPAIR
IMPORTANT TO RECOGNIZE GENEROSITIES WOES
OFFERED TO INGRATES THAT ARE IDEOLOGICAL FOES
HOUSING, FOOD AND FREEDOM IS OPENLY FURNISHED
A JOYOUS SPIRIT OF GOODWILL FOREVER TARNISHED
President Donald Trump's ironic speeches,
When President Donald Trump was portraying some hidden agendas of some African countries publicly.
Some old Africans leaders thought of provocations
and insults but the young Africans leaders
welcomed all his ironic speeches
about Africa on the face of the World.
Many young Africans were focus on his verbal,
situational and dramatic irony
as he was speaking more truths
about injustice laws.
The day millions of republicans
suspected fraud in USA voting systems
They decided to fight for their rights
As they seemed to be victims.
billions of the people witnessed how U.S. President Donald Trump's supporters invaded the U.S. Capitol Building
The way many people climbed the windows and roofs,
it expressed their sorrows
as they claimed fraud in American voting systems.
Imagine when Trump refused to leave
White House as he thought
to be right but he was forced out.
What about other victims of injustice in the World?
Many young Africans understood that Trump
was true in many points which frustrated some owners
of the World operating systems.
Imagine this fraud in American voting systems,
what about some African countries
where by unpopular candidates always won the votes
to protect some interests of some influential world
leaders and business people?
Some presidents are not the choice of majority voters
in many countries.
As billions of people saw U.S. President Donald Trump's supporters invaded the U.S. Capitol Building while claiming their rights.
Don't be astonished when you hear about the rise
of other nations ...
As no nations like injustice
when they are victims.
August 24/2023
10:43:26 AM
And ten weeks later
You'd be gone
But your socks
Are still here
You looked so bad when you left
Barefoot without a care,
Solitaire
The blanket you wore
You had sworn you'd tear
Before you'd leave again
All tattered and alone
Without a thought for your own
Pursued by thrushes
And their beautiful song
A gem by it's lonesome
Solitaire
Let well enough alone
The disquieting emotion
Of your isolation
Your unequalled proofs
Of provocations
Considered seperatly
Things are never
Of the same class
Solitaire
No displacement of egos
Along your trail
To go next your steps
No devotee gaining on you
No toting any trappings
And your back subtracted
Into the unsettling downpour
The colors of your cover fading
Solitaire
Bedcloths and linens
Wear dull the drifter
Prompted by airs
And your socks
Are still there
As if an advertisement
For the grandstand
Of your departure
Solitaire
So long to former discourse
Recoiling without answers
According to pattern
No more, the grand tour
For pegs on a board
Extinct and flightless
No long goodby
Forever distracted
Solitaire.
It's not about me,i know
You're just being polite.
It's not about you,
As i've been told,
You've never been right
In my doll house.
It's not about myself
My superior intelligence
Not your articulate speech
Nor your erect carriage
It's about our distinct sort of kind
We are both human beings.
Composed in related times
We may resemble each other
If not for ourselves
And each other's appearance
Committing crimes
In my doll house
It's about timing
Indefinite and continuous
I reckon the passage of it
Waiting for the right occasion
That hairbreadth's escape,
Your welcoming provocations.
Mine's an uncommon
Now and again
To brake is to slow
Past my homey little inn
Not to go door to door
Past my doll house.
It`s a pleasant feeling
Lying opposite to your view
Unblocked and honed in
In a house of our own
An asylum for offenders
With human frailties.
It's not about you i know
I'm just being polite
It's not about me
As i've been told
I've never been right
In my doll house.
Giant long claw like tentacles
Slithering through the brush
Plowing past homes in a hush
Undenyably intentional
Inteligence bent inside he's fewer
Satiated coherent and sensible
Charisma that's so apprehensible
Invisible man ...an escaping lure
His wickedness blasts sex's bite
Under a dim light he digs a hole
A lost man inside his own soul
Hardly worth his appetite
Implicit determinations prevail
Driven by toxins and thoughts of whores
Living in sin his skeleton soars
His will and provocations set sail
Beware of this danger I beg you my child
Officer down..tonight one man's sin
Pillages for a victorious win
The Devil inside makes him beyond wild
.
A sinking feeling
In the City of Djinns
...Pollution is down by 20 % this year
One reason given is economic slowdown
Happy souls- worlds second most populous
A free liberal atmosphere diversity of cultures
Ancient history worlds largest democracy bit by
Growth demon
Expectations
Governance
Infiltrations
Migrations
Right wing
exceptions
Promissory
New polity
Brought in
A New Law
is suspected
anti minority
discriminatory
protest provocations taking turns
clash of ideologies
Capital Burns
OH! Delhi
In a
Tail-
Spin
In the war of Left-Right. Forgotten is Head -Spine
Flying beauties. in Balance & poise
Ever squabbling. Political animals
Still your mind. and take note
Bird flies on 3 wings
Minus rudder
is
cause for
tailspin
_/\_
Time continues flowing
but very little changes
besides location; there
have been no provocations
nor much rain for even grain
Life with out emotional pain
would be better if there was
somewhere to go every day and
someone with whom to share it
preferably with out having a fit
Except for being happy this day
or even once and awhile how can
I not sometimes feel as if a cherry
pit that has fallen into grits?
I’m hot in a careless way,
Like a barn fire, or a stolen Mercedes.
I’m the B-side of a 45
That never got much air play
Except at the request of lonely girls
Sitting home on prom night
With thin slivers of moonlight
Slipping through their drapery
To caress their disappointments.
I’m an organ grinding gypsy,
A vendor of cognitive provocations,
Subliminal symbolism,
And academic totems.
My vagrant delinquencies
Have accustomed me
To settle my accounts
With handy lay about cash;
My ledgers are always well balanced.
So, when I need a little bodily love,
When I need a little bodily love,
Yes, when I need a little bodily love
I summon that sylvan nymph coven
Of nubile forest vixens
To witch their carnal spells
With dirty talk and tongue lashings
That cleanse my insecurities
And teach me the usefulness of emptiness.
Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness
Analogous to mobius strip -
measured passage of existence
only took precedence
with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
the figurative pedestal
presiding over domain,
sans Earthly covenant
a bajillion ago,
where fits and starts
pitted proto humans
at no immediate advantage,
yet merely, thru
dint of accidental
happenstance ever so
imperceptibly amassed dominion
over every other species
as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
anthropological
evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
and/or pullulations arisen by
spontaneous circumstantial grant
ting quasi consciously
coalescing into brutish
deliberated focused intent,
where forethought
coopted indiscriminate
chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
baby buggy bumpers
activated, aggrandized, and
allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
i.e. hierarchical designation
present day primate
predecessors practiced negligible
notched nimbleness orchestrated
(equal parts gall and genetic
giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
manifesting, outflanking,
and proffering
quintessential urgent
biological scrim quietly testing,
and wrestling, whence yen
(to secure rootedness)
zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
to adapt adroit edge
pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
falling into abyss
of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
such as a primitive sledge
hammer instinctively
resigning animal instinct
death be not proud not
before inculcating
survivalist tactical wedge.
Grievous battle with carnality
Sore spiritual vexation day and night
Beseeching victory’s finality
I yield to God* to reach righteousness' height!
Vanquishing self-glorying dominance
In arena of service-stewardship
Midst self-esteem’s prevailing arrogance
I cleave to the Lord’s zealous partnership.
Overcoming lustful provocations
I’m driven by prayed-braced holiness’ bout
Though fainting, to soar against temptations
Holding on to faith’s sword, conquering doubt.
Self as foe, I face, thru my great Fortress
Treading down flesh, anchored on grace-buttress!
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
January 15, 2019
6th place, "Best Sonnet 2019" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 7/10/2019.
Inanimate as I am
With my blood I irrigate Leaves
And leave indellible
Traces of time and brains
Under the breath of literary colours
Breathless though I am
To abstracts, I give soul
I have trod horror paths
I have witnessed the ugly boast of crime
In heights and in depths
I have seen the reality of fiction
And the strength of imagination, I have felt
Entreat me and trail the trace of my life-blood
And let me in black and white enlighten you
Let me in bold print, thrill you
Of romance - the fondliest
Of chest - the deadliest
Of whisper, of truth, of love, of nothingness
But something the pen-man told me!
To be bold, firm, yet tactful
Although, he it is that compels me
To provocations and incitements
Although he, never I, that is acquitted
Of libel, of sedition, of insurrection
As he is the revered and the vaunted
Hence, of the laws I give soul to
I am immune to, because
Inanimate I am
Its sad uncouth satanic
Aware and unawares executed
Don’t prick my eyes unless you blind
Lets all wake up clean our ears
Its all in airwaves lest you damn
Said provocations through unwashed teeth
To bring down God’s effort of peace
Accept your old age and lost battle
Let the chosen anointed do the job
A retirement package sent by courier
Till the ground welcomes you royally
Gather your people, leave a humble legacy
Country among the few left standing
With a throne of Almighty ruling
Devil looser liar no way through
From Fathers throne He will command
And those who heed you will perish
To darkest pit you lead the trail
Father have mercy our Canaan crying
For forever the throne you will hold
Restore peace and calm glory to you
Lead our leaders that they lead wisely
Your strength we seek for our leaders
And condemnation to our enemies
Image of Diablo giphy by Blizzard Entertainment.
Dante's Inferno
An overcast sky blotches a caring Sun's sympathetic warmness, diffusing confidences of a blissful morn,
Consolidates a desolate soul, filled only in despair of inflated apprehensive pupils,
Notwithstanding, it is sensed with comprehensive estrangement, dwarfs enthusiastic esteem,
Downcast eyes overshadow the mood as trepidation overwhelm their fleeting days of an annular golden ring,
Forsaken wretched souls wrought into mounds of snowdrifts that only salt can melt their obvious affliction,
Inescapable captives within their daily cell of contemplation of fading yesteryears,
Initiating challenging footsteps digresses for the abandoned in the anticipatory abyss,
Fabled truths circumvent the scenery provocations of unwanted expectedness,
Traverse consumption on stomach binges, compiled with the void that stems from within, convulses during this time,
The wayward life of a destitute heart pulsates the same as a blizzard in June,
They fester in the realm of an endless December, a masterpiece frozenly framed depicting the hellish interpretation that is to be Dante's Inferno.
2019 December 26
*5th Place*
Your best December poem
~~John Hamilton: Judged 2019 December 26
wear something dirty like Cinderella
its poring but don't bring an umbrella
we will soak through n through
there's lots we can play n do
I told a friend
who will, I hope wait at the bend
we'll all move out
you'll thoroughly enjoy ,have no doubt
we'll form a group
will keep marching on in rain as a troop
play on in the open with rain pattering on
we will do that till dawn
playing is our right none can scorn
make a call to all, till the rain does fall
or lets go to their houses to call
make it quick
together we will stick
don't take long
ask all to bring some food along
the plan was made
clandestinely we moved out we needed no aid
out into the rain we went
great joy to our joy weather had lent
played one game after another
at small provocations we squealed and hooted together
that day is etched on my mind
I'm amazed at, how in small little things great joy we find.