Best Publicized Poems
If truth had a color,
when twilight bleeds
burgundy rivers,
you’ll find these garnet
eyes pleading
to be heard through
poetic sunsets.
For I’ve been swirling
and twirling
through nomadic illusions,
like a goddess of
thunder with a tiger spirit,
never letting go of
the history of hurt,
left by the unkind mind
of inhumane humankind-
which throbs deeper
than the sharpest thorns
in peacock feathers,
that I’ve danced to -
in flawless frequencies
amongst abstracts
of an architect.
If truth had a tune,
It would be too ferocious
to be unraveled,
the kind of fire that
dares to burn,
the hellish tombs of terror,
constantly pushing
every contrasting dream
to be feasted upon
satan’s last supper,
painting every salvage sunrise,
with strokes of petrichor scent
dipped in astral rain-dreams.
As I’ve been the
queen of the night,
longing to soar
across the horizon
where unconfined
eagles and golden dragonflies,
shall tranquilize
this publicized heart caged
as a motionless mannequin
in a glass mansion.
If truth was covered in furry skin,
to glaze skeletons veiled
beneath crooning clouds,
it would be the beginning
of an unstoppable ending,
of an immeasurable
brokenness resting as
irreversible numbness.
As I’ve seen storms
brewing bruises
through seas of sorrow,
amidst illusory lakes
of rose quartz,
streaming down
emerald hills,
hiding the grotesque
kingdom of fragmented gates.
But what if truth
never was a matter,
as it’s all but mere myth
floating along golden ripples
in a pool of sentimental stars.
What if truth was
once a maiden in distress?
What if truth was
once a shadow in search of light?
What if truth was a fool
hoping to be dressed
in dancing dandelions?
what if truth is what
has got this onyx heart on fire?
Perhaps, truth lays in
the arms of a clock,
waiting for it’s turn
to make time stop,
when lovers destined to meet,
rebuild chess of life in ruins,
as footsteps on
glistening glaciers
reveal the secrets
left by snow angels
leading us back to
an unbreakable moon affair.
They say we Jews are afraid
that no one 'now' will come to our aid
Murder of Jews in America is multiplying
more and more hate crimes, innocents dying
Well, that’s the way it’s always been
as any Jew with two eyes has seen
Six million of us killed by Hitler and his cronies
without a hand lifted to stop it by Roosevelt and his liberal phonies
To prevent the last 750,000, from Hungary, from being gassed
they only needed to target one railway pass
But FDR and his friends grew up hating those ‘damn Jews’
so, all our urgent pleas they angrily refused…
Today though, there is Israel, the Jewish state
reestablished in '48 on the back of global hate
A state that stands boldly against acts of terror
where Jewish Israelis glance not in the rearview mirror
My fellow Jewish Americans, the time is now to emigrate
let's remake our lives in Israel ~ before here it’s too late
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Anyone willing to do the slightest bit of research will find out
just how big a Jew-hater FDR was from his early years on...And
his shocking wave-of-the-hand dismissal of so many urgent
pleas to spare one or two bombs to target Germany's transport
of 750,000+ Hungarians Jews to Auschwitz in 1944 STANDS OUT
as perhaps his cruelest act as President, right up there with the
much more widely publicized incarceration of up to 1,800 Japanese-
Americans during WW2.
Tibetan monks share colorful lore
Taking wide-eyed listeners from a valley floor
To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
So how could such holy men’s tales betray us
A dark, furry creature’s outline has been seen
Startling climbers on mountains so serene
Leaving bipedal footprints on pristine snow
Stumping searchers who try to learn where they go
Yeti, the not-so-abominable snowman
Much maligned being of God’s creative plan
Never attacks, just appears and quickly flees
Allowing sighters to suspect what they please
Howling in the pain of loss from lofty peaks
Perhaps for a missing cousin Yeti seeks
One who traversed a lost land bridge from Asia
Then made his way south from the Arctic Tundra
To explore lush forests now U.S. Northwest
Where for centuries Bigfoot has done his best
To elude capture by settlers and hunters
And scoff at ever-hopeful photographers
Publicized encounters still boggle the brain
But only footprints, blurry photos remain
Of man’s intriguing, unevolved ancestors
Scientists think they’re human predecessors
Far smarter than we, they blend in with nature
Appearing now and then in the newspaper
But their imprints on Earth have been minimal
Never chopping trees or scarring a pinnacle
They’ve reason to hide from one who pollutes
One who doesn’t reason, but only shoots
Perhaps these “beasts” we should emulate
Learn from our ancestors before it’s too late
*Entry for Joyce's "The Rhyming Game" contest
Tibetan monks share legend-colored reports
Taking wide-eyed listeners from valley floors
To peaks in the sentinel Himalayas
So how could such holy men’s tales betray us
A dark, furry creature’s outline has been seen
Startling climbers on mountains so serene
Leaving bipedal footprints on pristine snow
Stumping searchers who try to learn where they go
Yeti, the not-so-abominable snowman
Much maligned being of God’s creative hand
Never attacks, just appears and quickly flees
Allowing sighters to suspect what they please
Howling in the pain of loss from lofty peaks
Perhaps for a missing cousin Yeti seeks
One who traversed a lost land bridge from Asia
Then made his way south from the Arctic Tundra
To explore lush forests now U.S. Northwest
Where for centuries Bigfoot has done his best
To elude capture by settlers and hunters
And scoff at ever-hopeful photographers
Publicized encounters with both have been made
But only footprints, blurry photos remain
Of man’s intriguing, unevolved ancestors
Scientists think they’re human predecessors
But their imprints on Earth have been minimal
Never chopping trees or scarring pinnacles
They’ve reason to hide from creatures who pollute
Posing threats to life by developing nukes
Perhaps these "beasts" we should emulate
Learn from our ancestors before it’s too late
Reprehensible Savagery ©
'Pon reading tragic headline...,
aye experienced grief alone,
no matter the killer (Chris Watts,
thirty-three years
of Frederick, Colorado) unknown
to me, the sheer brutality,
whereat he killed Shanann Watts,
Bella and Celeste,
his once adorably beautiful,
now ceased wife
and daughters ages thirty four,
four, and three respectively
(purportedly via strangulation)
reflexively did i groan
particularly, the propensity to kill
with in sinew weighted bone
times gone by,
where expletive laced epithets
incessantly did drone
nearly activating trip wires,
a blood dripping knife,
would be shown
to police, unless...I took my life,
cuz immediate regret would well up
resulting with an agonizing moan...
hence after perusing morbid
(somewhat inexplicably fascinating)
screaming tragedy ado
admit sadness overtook this chap,
what wrought motive,
(albeit premeditated)
for him to construe
such an atrocious, ferocious,
heinous, et cetera grew
some crime toward innocent wife
(she supposedly knew)
intuitively felt and possibly
foresaw the slew
how her life (a grotesque
mass square aid )
would meet one gross violent death
intimating marriage frayed
ranking as "FAKE,"
or Eff for failing grade
yet tidbits publicized twas shaky match
from get go, no heaven made
nor wedded bliss -
her precious life paid
as well two preschoolers
(cute as a button),
and expectant third progeny (male fetus)
existence extinguished by, "killer"
the husband, who went
into a deadly tie raid
now guilt upon
his conscious heavily weighed.
kimo
merciless, unstoppable destroyer
kindergarten juggernaut,
the Incredible Hulk
for teens, hostile steamroller
transforms to Cain Marko
mere distractible, vulnerable mystic
youth's master of tech barrage
cybercrime’s Michael Calce
reformed, manipulative hacker worm
Date: November 29, 2019
IP-023
Michael Calce (born 1986, also known as MafiaBoy) is a security expert and former computer hacker from Île Bizard, Quebec who launched a series of highly publicized denial-of-service attacks in February 2000 against large commercial websites, including Yahoo!, Fifa.com, Amazon.com, Dell, Inc., E*TRADE, eBay, and CNN. He also launched a series of failed simultaneous attacks against nine of the thirteen root name servers.
Light at the end of the tunnel is an old clichet that imparts wisdom
to words that are usually not too appealing.
Clichets describe thoughts with no new original feeling.
Saved by the bell will only apply to a boxer's career.
To have the courage of a lion only describes a person who is unwisely
without fear.
The pen is mightier than the sword, simply implies that a well recieved
publicized report, will have a much more final all powerful effect by a
printed word.
Clichets will always be around as long as unoriginal words crop up
in the English vocabulary.
Civilized gentlemen will rely on old worn out phrases.
To this final assumption there is a well documentation under that theories basis.
I am in charge of a nominating committee.
I nominate what I believe the entire nation should eat,
and I nominated cheeseburgers and was supported by the democratic party.
Fried Chicken has always been a favorite of the republican party,
so I also nominated Fried Chicken, the republican party unanimously agreed.
Eat Anything You Want has been proposed by some lone independent,
whom you can also vote for, but who most likely won't win,
in a major election without funding and corporate backing.
Is this truly a democracy?
I can sell it to you as a democracy,
because you get to vote and choose what the entire nation will eat,
and in a well funded majorly publicized election,
tribal groups will form that are Pro Cheeseburgers and Anti Fried Chicken,
while other groups argue that Cheeseburgers will be the death of everyone,
and Fried Chicken will be the answer to everyone's salvation.
Is this truly a democracy?
I can sell it to you as a democracy because you get to vote,
but if you ask me, this questionable democracy as well as our vote,
is nothing more than one sad, pathetic practical joke.
… being played on all of us.
This sudden warped concern for ampule,
the cruel force of world dictators,
these psychological taunt of the media,
Nescient chemists controlling our minds,
tycoons uttering lies in egoistic motives,
these pretentious drama of publicized jabs,
enhancing their personal ambition to rule,
these old prime ministers at the precipice,
unwilling to retire for greed,
frightened by the plague concocted in Wuhan,
confusing my will by their own fears.
conspirators accusing me of conspiracy,
invoking laws on their medium,
censoring opposing opinion,
These organized crimes against my will,
A cooked up opium rushed out of laboratory,
compelling a Police state devoid of volition,
mRNA coated codes, their Greek gift to save the world,
the same world they pass by in pain,
these tyrants suddenly more catholic than the Pope,
or civil than a civilian,
Liberty at the mercy of potentate,
silence all demanding,
The hysteria unending,
my trust for their kindness is zero.
i don't need god to tell me right from wrong
i don't need hell to make me afraid
i don't need a flock to help me migrate to my destiny
i don't need a herd to follow down my path
i don't need your interpretation of morality
i don't need my relationship with Creator publicized
i don't need the shame, guilt, and fear tied up in fellowship
i just need love.....understanding..... and space.....
i just need you.... unfettered
Pulse...zenith...drums...a shattering shudder
Words...Zion...neat...the platter unuttered
Thoughts zealots speak that magnets can't cover
Hatred, Hatred, Hatred and then...
What one friend begins as trend then ends as...
That someone that spins untruths as hints of...
Those that one two their meaning
Like science substitutes one seeing
Like dreadlocks without gravity
And minus without anything
Plus you...
Pulse pluralized ways synthesized a brain synthetic
Words harmonized vision fantasized fame unedited
Thoughts publicized talk bloody eyed shame touched heaven
Fallen, Fallen, Fallen is taught intention
Love savored its mention until...
Love favored an ending that ends the beginning
With feelings that have a habit of blending...
What this is then this plus you
And what it means to know what you say
With a treacherous heart leading the mind by sound
Instead of the other way around...
Thoughts then words then pulse.
I lost;
The strength my words willed,
The musings my words instilled,
When you bowed out;
The publicized emotion my face bore for you,
Swimming the skies we spoke of, so blue,
Rhythm and notes were never effortless,
Sensing the bass like your fingertips’ caress,
Your charisma can draw,
Me beside,
The treble feels raw,
And I abide,
With depths not yet reached,
Inner layers not yet breached,
Trying every way to pour out,
Though it seems time to sort out,
Every newly charted position,
Every unsavory gut suspicion,
I need to padlock my heart,
It’s been a smooth re-start,
Of emotions once built-
Emotions once burnt-
Embers and ashes mark the way,
I’ll cement my lips,
So I can’t ask you to stay,
I’ll hide my hips,
To keep sinful thoughts at bay,
I want you reaching far beyond the body,
Far beyond the rustle of those muscles,
Far beyond the pupils I disappear in,
I want the essence,
The presence,
You project,
I may object,
When I analyze,
I must be wise,
And go with the merciless beating,
That is the heart I need to capture,
The pure feeling of mutual rapture;
I need your love.
Embellished, shined, publicized
Display put on their empty core
Listen! You must abide laws. (Seize!)
The narrative of freedom, a screen.
Adore something you know nothing about
Honey like texture of sweat and sour
Fools your taste of flavor, makes you devour
Your truest nature, freshness, born greatness.
Smell their petals of fragrant flowers.
Hear their robust voice, a rallying cry
Rejoice in their sweet flavor of right.
Layers and layers on top, engineered
Made to seem bright, a call to arms. (To our demise!)
Heed the bitter sweet words
Their sentient nature,
Their abomination of truth.
It is inspirational
to read and watch people
heroes, stars, saints overcoming hardships and trials
and not succumbing to the darkness.
The truth is
there are so many, a multitude of unsung, unknowns
awe inspiring, ordinary, everyday people and personages.
Heroes and Saints.
You have met them, know them,
been blessed by their presence
lived with them
in your everyday life.
Their stories, their lives though not publicized
or on the daily news
are known and seen by you
Inspirational struggles blessed.
Think about it,
you know them well those heroes and saints
they may even be
one of you.
Your name brand controversy is well publicized
I like to buy my drama from thrift stores
Where I get it for a dollar or less
So, I’m not wasting anytime
Or money on my problems
Go on and splurge
You’re out of luck and out of riches