Best Rampantly Poems
I am a metaphor for tears,
born from murky clouds,
pouring gracefully or rampantly,
in a choreography of liquid grace,
dancing to the sound of pitter patter,
upon rooftops and window panes~
but I am mercy,
flourishing your crops,
nurturing roots of blossoms,
softening hydrated lands.
Yet cursed by climate change,
I am blamed for human neglect.
In an age of the world, that was much like our own
The seeds of indifference, were rampantly sown
Compassion forgotten and equality unknown
The bounty of Earth was for one land alone
A land with such power, it bent to it's will
The tired, the hungry, the weak, and the ill
With a thirst so unyielding, It could never lye still
Though it's cup never empty,could never be filled
It spread like an inferno. yet raged like the sea
protesters were bloodied so most chose to flee
While begging for mercy, that was not to be
From a glutinous people who chose not to see
These people stood idle, did nothing to stop
Their king's hands were scarlet, But they each held a drop
For the ways of the righteous they would not adopt
They watched the world sinking, but they were on top
Soon there was nothing, no time to atone
The world was returned, to the ages of stone
And all that was learned, would never be known
A world turned to ruin, for one land alone
The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
Former President, Ronald Dump, who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been successfully defrosted.
Ronald Dump recently defeated his son, former President Barrrrron Van Dump, in the lunar by-election. President Dump will be taking up his forty year term at his office-in-the-round penthouse suite at ‘Lunar-Tic Towers’. This magnificent golden palace-like structure is situated on the fringes of the 29th bunker on the dark side of the moon. Naturally, it is a member’s only golf club and entry is strictly by special invitation only. It will be staffed by scantily costumed Honey-Bunny girls and models who the Dump handpicks. They will attend to every need and whim of his guests, unless he requires their expertise "handling."
President Dump will be supported by his android wife, Argenta, (humanoid model number 3060 with real hair and life-like body parts) who superseded the old model 'Milionairluva', who sadly could not be revived due to silicon and botox poisoning which ran rampantly throughout her Barbie doll body
The Lunar-Tic Towers will be totally off limits to the paparazzi so there can be no photographs taken of the Irn Bru brewing facility of his favourite drink which was banned in Scotland. He seeks to insure that no "fake news" stories are leaked by the press.
In his bid to tackle rising unemployment, currently standing at 99.6%, Dump will be advised by his new best friend and strategist, Kym Dung Hung Lo. This humanitarian almost obliterated the human race by detonating a nuclear warhead at the Dung Hung Lo Toy Factory which was caused when Dung Hung Lo threw his dolly out of the pram. So impressed by such a move, Dump hired him and invited Dung Hung Lo to be his number 2 to succeed him.
May God bless the earth, what little is left of her .. she needs all the help she can get with these two lunar tics in charge
6/1/18
100 year Contest sponsored by Brian Davey
Perhaps I'll leave my window open
as my mind drifts silently off to dream
There'd be fields so lush and skies so blue
a perfect peaceful setting scene
I'd sit and I'd smile at all that's right
in a world of harmony,
where the air is pure, the streams run clean
and the hummingbirds fly free.
When the winds blow in and kiss my cheek
and the morning sun begins to rise
When my thoughts race rampantly and run ever so wild
I'll see that same beauty, that same peace
in your soft, ever loving, almond eyes.
I'll sit up and I'll smile
taking it all in
The smell of fresh baked biscuits
will fill the room and my heart with warmth
and surround it with happiness
my eyes will form a slight mist knowing
knowing I'm already here
the place that dreams are made of
where amazing sunsets go to live on forever
where the birds are always singing a playful tune
where whispers of I love you can always be heard
where the sun shines a little brighter
and every sight of you causes me to forever swoon
When youth sets us beautifully aglow
to soar on the swift wings of a sparrow,
and altough the unknown may frighten us:
we will not stop from living out those dreams,
because we are the constant seekers
bolder than the soldiers of fortune
willing to stare in the face of events that'll follow,
be in the incognito and confront fate alone...
Our main reason for being here
is to accomplish unthinkable and amazing things;
to start where the smallest dream begins,
and make it grow by taking the giant steps of an achiever...
We should never fear the challenges that lie ahead,
but is it worth to step back and not speedly act...
imagining of the wonderful visions
of the the unseen tomorrow that
rampantly flourish inside our impatient head?
Will we fall from the flaming,crimson sky
and grope our way to a passing cloud above
with the certainty of having found love,
or will we quickly come down to earth and die?
Which one is better: being a disillusioned dreamer,
who can still dream,or a sullen-looking miser?
Our main reason for being here
is to love with grace and intensity,
and have the willingness to break down
the ugly and horrible barriers of alienation;
and finally let all thoughts flow in without diversity,
to discover who we really are...
Amazingly, Alice assaulted an antelope
Because Bobby’s beavers became bold,
Considering cantilevered canines
Deliberately devastating donor’s doled.
Evelyn entirely excited electric eels
Failing forlornly from forward fencing,
Gaining ground gathering genuine gold
Her happiness heralded high financing.
I indicated initially incapable innocents
Justifying joyous juxtaposition jousting
Keeping kind Kenneth’s kindreds knit
Losing language like legally lost lusting.
Maybe minding manners means more
Neither newness nor novel necessary,
Occasionally opening old occlusions
Promises perfectly positioned pituitary.
Quite questionable quicky quirks
Rage rampantly removing regulations,
Summarily startling some supervisors
Touching their tempermental trepidations.
Until unusual undertakings understood
Veritable vigilantes visited volunteers,
Wildly waiting where we wandered
X-citedly X-iting X-istential X-ospheres
Yonder youthful yaks yielded...yikes!
Zebras zigzagged zestfully ziggurat-likes.
He was the bard from Stratford, and as a teenager
he helped his father in his trade; he married and had children
and became the most popular and admired play writer
in all England...acting was also his other pleasurable passion.
Curious Queen Elisabeth was one of the thousand spectators,
who came to see him in the Globe theater...she shed tears,
and was stunned by the performance of his timeless plays,
and yet, some of his fellow-poets criticized him for his writings!
I wish I had lived in that Victorian era so intellectual and refined,
and had met him in person and had showed him my ample admiration;
I would have asked him the secret, which made him so legendary and loved...
and he would have whispered it to me, to make me revel in that revelation!
I have read his inspiring works, and tragedies rampantly occur
from " Romeo and Juliet"...the Verona's immortal lovers, through" Hamlet "
whose insanity was undoubtedly caused by the specter of his father;
and why didn't Shakespeare choose less dramatic plays not ending in death?
He wanted to teach us indelible lessons to show us how the human spirit
can be passionate, adamant, loveless, envious, cruel, unfair and treacherous...
to outline all kinds of guilt: from murder to envy so well-expressed with eloquence;
it's no mystery to anyone how he conjured up such plots with grief, madness and wit!
Shakespeare was no ordinary kid, and he played with his siblings on Henley Street,
neighbors saw him trot to his grammar school, later he would make everyone weep;
early in adolescence, did his prodigious mind envision one from a vague thought?
It's no wonder that he is widely read even today...hear his speak, he'll impart worth!
Entered in Amy Green's contest, " Wow Me With Inspiration "
There are beautiful creatures to grace plains.
There are beautiful flowers for bouquets.
There are beautiful people …
natural and otherwise.
Whether people, creatures or flowers,
there is beauty all around.
One cannot tell at first glance, beauty
without from beauty within.
Beauty in creatures is the natural order of things.
They fill a niche and some do it better than others.
The Andean bear is beautiful because –
It eats fruits and berries, travels long distances
and disperses seeds. It fulfills a good purpose
making the earth more beautiful and productive.
I suppose that to another Andean bear
beauty might seem only skin deep; but in reality there is more!
All creatures have some beauty. Mankind sometimes misses it.
Take the water hyacinth that looks very beautiful at first glance.
Looking deeper one sees that it spreads rampantly
and causes big problems to water navigation.
So, is it not beautiful anymore? Florida has outlawed it.
But, look closer. It is very high in nutritional value.
Did you ever try a water hyacinth stir-fry?
Neither have I, but this prolific plant could feed the world.
And would not that be beautiful!
Then, we ask. What makes a person beautiful?
Is it socialized cosmetic practices or substance within?
Can beauty be one without the other? I say, yes … or both.
Beauty is more than meets the eye it is in the purity of life.
It is essence of the soul within that makes a beautiful person.
It is kindness, compassion, understanding, care, virtue,
meekness, patience, helpfulness, love and more.
There is some measure of beauty in every person,
but man sometimes misses it.
Let us look for the beauty that each person has
…and love one another.
12/27/2016
Learn about the Water Hyacinth if you wish.
http://www.eattheweeds.com/water-hyacinth-stir-fry-2/
When the woollen industry died,
the reservoir that fed the old mill,
became disused.
The water meadow at its head
became a swamp.
Developers,
who want to build houses everywhere,
take one look at the quagmire,
sniff the stench fouled air, and walk away.
The channels are long blocked.
The drains are long broken.
So a freed, unmanaged, unmanacled nature;
binges on the anarchy of liberation,
brewing a brackish broth of sweet stagnation.
Children are warned to stay away
from the deadly, dangerous, disease
ridden slough.
Lest the Knucker Dragon, swamp devil,
swallow them whole.
Bulrushes,
point brown accusing fingers to the sky,
blaming the heavens for their
muddied becoming and placement.
Blood worm larvae,
orphaned Fly Nymphs,
ravenous in the root and stem of grasses;
greedily gorge without discrimination,
where cannibal repast; is often a relation.
Herons, are shadows that pass over,
heading for the cleaner waters below.
Snipe scutter
in the soft mire, poking for grubs.
Busily burying beaks in the
flowering Bogbean, and Hogweed:
Yellow Flag Iris,
and Ragged Robin,
rampantly roar a rich cacophony of colour.
Beady eyed, scruffy small,
fat water vole.
Mining leerdammer labyrinths in the banks,
faring fine on favoured vegetation,
prosperously multiply in stinking habitation.
Wailing thunder
Growling sound
Clutch the earth
As you rumble aloud
ROAR!
Upon the earth
Beyond its clouds
Your frigid hands
Raucously plow
ROAR!
Striking seas
You rampantly avow
Assailing its waves
You beset, you plough
ROAR!
Dreadful thunder
We berate to you now
With more potency
Our voices shalt make you pow
ROAR!
Walls closing in on the darkness that surrounds the very edges of my thoughts as I force a fake smile to appear along my face with eyes clouded insecurely holding my innermost pain… Buried down deeply in the deepest forgotten center of my aging body lies the innocence that was unwillfully stolen and damaged… The innocence of a bright blossoming child/young adult that once shined brightly twinkling in the brown pools of my eyes instantly taken away leaving behind an emptiness that I unsuccessfully tried to fill with sexual conquests and hatred… Hatred for the lack of attention to small details, for blindly overlooking the change within myself… The once happy, loving and sensually sweet hearted innocence child was now a violently empty promiscuous young adult who now lacked the self respect and self love that once filled the beautifully instilled thoughts floating around in her mind. Continuous shots and toxic blows continued to diminish and damage the love and respect of oneself from deeply within… Depression stalks the painfully mirrored images of the past… Once beloved activities turned into crushingly unmotivated projects of self doubt and inner hatred.. the fight to stay strong becomes a down spiraling roller coaster as the willingness to drown into the smallest corner to shield the last bit of love and happiness within yourself as the gleaming brightness that once filled your eyes drains and diminishes until it numbingly dies out in front of the very mirror that use to portray your greatest lie covered by a mask of makeup until you no longer recognize that immensely damaged individual you craved to never become.. Numb, broken and defeated are words that continuously run rampantly inside your mind as you drift into a slumber of nothingness you wonder if this was all you!
Upside Down World
The great man and conjurer of poetic license sat behind
the analytic couch and murmured to himself that it is
all about aggression and sex lots of sex for that grave matter
it shapes the world from underneath a smouldering gun
Phallus in metaphoric metaplastic hands ideas vibrate
‘what goes up must come down’ he pondered as he smoked
the cigar piped up dreams when a pipe is simply not merely
a flute and the lute brings luscious shadows to the fore
Eros meanwhile contemplates on regal roads from joy
to consciousness at ninety-six the styx is near enough
What has the world come to he’s no more sixty-nine
where is Freud’s promise as wars rage rampantly but
flaccid skin shrivels beyond tall towers of yesteryear
when hedonistic gardens slipped quietly from paradise
Eye-sight vanished hearing demised turgor spent and forces
only a distant reminder of battles fought for the human
condition he reads ‘ARGAIV’ on the blister pack he holds
with arthritic hands his heart attacks soft memories when
the nurse wipes him clean and he slobbers his tablets
It is a downside up world and time has tattooed Eve’s apple
upside down on his loins and the growing pain of a promise
once held of a better world with kindness love and compassion
Eros with Freud in his thoughts has again mixed up his drugs
as moaning angina takes over when he swallows his swan song
He should not have kept that one VIAGRA capsule maybe and
only his world in last rites is a much better place
As I awake what do I see
The beauty of nature set in front of me
What do I see
I see violence and inequality
Displayed in plain sight for all to see
What do I see
I see the world in utter chaos
And me being a descendant of ADOS
What do I see
I see the news full of lies and deceptions
So what I see may be different from your perspective
What I see
Is my surroundings changing drastically
I see a pandemic running rampantly
So what I see is a world in a great divide
Also I see tribulation in my trying times
What else I see is the unrest and turmoil
What I see alot of things to make my blood boil
But that's enough yapping from me
With that being said now what do you see?
The trackmarked pain on the televisions face raining out and cocooning his grave was not a
very good advertisement for reincarnation Wake up at last near the worlds end crescent in
fetal shape symptomatic riding electric spasms of rampantly distasteful nervous system
Insolent huge anxious insect squirming monster specimen hid in a safe watchful eyes
blinded by heaven next to me was vending machine annihilation Cartwheel of half eaten hint
of red tapeworm breathing concrete pages of dreary neon lighted soul suffocating streets
filed to a pulp Beer drinking benders on Saturday mornings no concept of time vibrations
running spit on floor of reality Psychological moral and artistic problems suicide gallows
with teeth in a grotesque nightmare interlude of cellular panic Your old and valued friend
of detrimental poetic tendency has defected there is no treatment - is it wrong to make
the patient as comfortable as possible? You should have seen a glass of whiskey slaying
Goliath on a respirator superior yet terrified the frivolity felt more lubricated then
usual (mixing another scotch stroking his brain) now that the music has faded I will sleep
until the end of time in a porcelain bathtub Capillary incision catalyzes tongues of a
flare ten shades of green that flings ignited subject exploding into space “Come on out
old troll, let us put daisies in your hair” Sanctuary in the embalming to emaciate the
wings Do angels ever cut themselves shaving?
The economy keeps plummeting
and everyone wants to make
a statement, some people get
attention by pounding the
pavement, others rebel,
creating different versions
of hell, distorting the good
that could serve all Americans
well,
Occupying Wall Street has gotten
out of control, what seemed like
positive revolting, has given way
to violent souls,
Change will only come when
disagreements are handled
intelligently, turmoil and upsets
only allows the devil to roam
rampantly.