Best Retroactive Poems
...Thus saith the Lord GOD; Behold, I am
against thee, Pharaoh king of Egypt, the
great dragon that lieth in the midst of his
rivers, which hath said, My river is mine
own, and I have made it for myself
Ezek. 29:3
The first plague the Lord GOD
had Moses to do,
was to smite the river of Egypt
with the rod ...
turn the water into blood
This was justice being served,
but God was more merciful than Pharaoh was
The king of Egypt gave a wicked decree:
he said, kill every Hebrew male baby
Go toss them into the Nile,
feed them to the crocodiles
A generation of innocent blood
spilled in the water
So God commanded Moses
to turn that water to blood
Pharaoh had delighted in seeing
the dragons in the river open their mouths,
and feed on the holy seed
The Devil tried to kill Jesus Christ
through retroactive abortion
Tried to snuff out every Hebrew male infant’s life,
make the river of Egypt rise
with the blood cries of countless babies
Pharaoh loved to open the crocodiles’ eyes,
whet their serpent appetite ...
make their mouths open wide
He wanted to kill the Deliverer, the Prince of Life
So God said: Turn that river to blood,
let the Egyptians drink deep of their sins
But God was more merciful than them:
He let them live, gave them a space of time to repent
400 years was the set time,
until Moses was drawn from the bloody waters of the Nile
Moses was a resurrection miracle child
River of Egypt ... river of blood
Death overflowing in the delta like a flood
In the end, God told Moses
to bury Pharaoh and his army in the Red Sea,
for being so bloody
Looks like justice was served properly
Categories:
retroactive, death, judgement, religious, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Reparation
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: July/2014
Why can't we
get paid?
We want
our
reparation,
for
lost wages
of
our labor,
since
the
Atlantic Slave
Trade- began
Reparations
for pain
and
suffering,
from being
auctioned
as
commodity,
to
racist
White men -
We were sold
off,
to
different
slave owners,
displacing us
from our
mother, father,
sister,
and
brother, forever -
We demand
to be
compensated,
for our
separation
from
family -
We want reparation
for
false imprisonment
as slave's.
Why can't we
get paid?
What we want
is
Retroactive Reparations -
It's the only
way
that
we can
catch up
financially,
to
the descendants
of
white slave owners,
who profited
from
our hard labor.
We want
to be
compensated,
from
1619 to 1865 -
246 years of slavery.
Why can't we
get paid?
Native Americans
got reparations -
Japanese
got reparations -
Jews
got reparations -
African Americans
No reparations -
Africans
No reparations
Jamaicans
No reparations
Black Skin
No reparations
And
the only thing
that
you can
say is,
We're sorry!?
America,
We
do not
accept
your apology,
for
your Dark
and
Ugly past -
No apology,
will ever
be
enough.
America,
You must be
held
accountable,
for what
you've done -
Why can't we
get paid?
Every
African American
living
is
a descendant
of
slavery -
Owed over
trillions
of
dollars
in reparations -
Why can't we
get paid?
We died
in
uncountable
numbers
at sea,
en route
to
the New World -
Once here,
our death rate
soared,
we
encountered
horrific deaths:
Beatings,
Diseases,
Lynchings,
and
Starvation -
So Listen Up
America!
Why can't we
get paid?
Categories:
retroactive, black african american,
Form:
Light Verse
a sudden Bonanza viz sexual abuse among
faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD
now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman
and Robin to Get Smart
take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast),
those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times
yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate
mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures
though most people would concur when
definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs,
spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents (ass hide
from clear cut serious offences indeed)
rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague,
et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to
females or males in question claiming harrassment,
especially when minors testify as adults, asper
major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date,
incestuous, statutory rape, sodomy,
et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto
sans molestation, said time delayed contention
must be taken at face value without fail informing
a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down
to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality,
hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated
insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare,
defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being
of said underage youths, as best one
to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge
abominable categorical imperative
asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead,
forced to participate unwillingly
risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid
imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds
irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie,
which indelibly foisted battering, whereby
even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend
condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit
triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.
Categories:
retroactive, abuse, addiction, anger, evil,
Form:
Free verse
Fed Up (with the Shutdown)
Go to work everyday,
but I don’t get paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said I was a New America
debt slave
Was Union told the Federate zeroes
on my paycheck is retroactive
Ain’t got no money to buy food tho’ ...
guess I have to survive
on government
sound-byte fumes to live
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m sick and tired
of listening to Dem Republican clowns
Been going to work every unpaid day,
and I ain’t noticeably gotten any
Benjamin balm better
So weary from getting frozen wages —
I seek chimney heat,
by bitterly burning those personal
property auction letters
Was blue blot told the blank gray zeroes
on my pay stub is rebel non-negotiable
Ain’t got no cash to purchase gas tho’ ...
guess I gotta suck up
mo’ government
sound-byte fumes for po’ survival
I’m fed up with the Federal shutdown,
I’m hurting from hearing
White House noise by Congress clowns
Go to work everyday,
but I ain’t yet been paid
MasterCard creditor chain letters
said Freddie Irish me was a ***** Adopted
dollar bill slave
Categories:
retroactive, anger, perspective, truth, word
Form:
Ode
If smiles were not free,
Could they tax you and me?
Is happiness a luxury?
In Monopoly, there is a tax for such a frivolous activity.
Is sadness and pain a liability?
If so, can you claim it as deduction retroactive to the day you were a baby?
Categories:
retroactive, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Black Powder Mist
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The blackness drips from your tainted lips
Deluging in darkness the red moon in eclipse
A venomous Venus veins your fingertips
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Grey clouds mourn as your wrath does scorn
The veils of love are tempestuously torn
Relishing in obscurity and anguish you adorn
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Mounted by illusion exiled in cerebellar confusion
Dreams captured within sacrificial seclusion
As the shadows shackle and tuck you in exclusion
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Dormant eyes weep upon a caliginous calm sweep
For in are sedulous sorrows we shall reap
The nebulous nectars of your deep
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Love a double-edged sword will cut the cord
For you wait for your retroactive reward
Thus consumed by the atramentous horde.
Nov.07.2018
Black Powder
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
N/A for contest
Categories:
retroactive, deep, depression, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Passé is age.
You have sage.
Never believe that you were not the same in your younger days.
You know you are a savant of reflection.
Mystified are your people of your different directions.
Retro is your perspective.
Fashionably nostalgic is your drag.
Evocative becomes your swagger.
Reconsidering your arrogance, to ensure your expressive ways are not
embarrassing.
The exposition publically done is a meaning in discussion.
Retrospective are you as a renegade.
Faded dreams are obsolete memories.
Many steps you have taken to fulfill long-term goals.
The ladders of life are footstools.
When you peak, you should set another goal.
Retro is prospective also.
Your potential is implemented via open doors.
Forthcoming is a greater determination.
Real meaning to all your trials and trepidations is the manifestation of your
fundamental nature.
Appreciate the discipline of old-fashion ways.
The streets travelled are an achieved path that aspects life into schemes.
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Penned on June 03, 2014!
Categories:
retroactive, appreciation, betrayal, career, change,
Form:
Rhyme
MOTIVATION IS ON VACATION BUT CANCER NEVER
GOES AWAY
They give me only one simple answer
and that is “it's only malignant cancer”
so they ran out of my medication
and no one will help because they lack motivation
they must have known I was going to run out
of that there is little dispute or doubt
or perhaps they just didn't remember
but what if this happened to their family member?
I know what the answer is to that query
and it leaves me lethargic and leery
the answer is that family member would have his medication
even if the doctor was out golfing or on vacation
but it's only me, another victim of inconsequential care
and this is pain a person like me cannot bear
it's not the least bit right nor is it fair
and concern for me is retroactive and rare
so now I lay in bed unable to think
because i'm a boat's captain and the ship is about to sink
I never wanted to be a singer or dancer
and I never wanted people who would say “hell, it's only cancer”
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
retroactive, angst, me, family, family,
Form:
Quatrain
In your weather beaten mind;
Clouded with mistrust and filled with guile;
Alone and trouble child son of man;
Son of God;
Crashed and trashed venom cauterizing your ears;
Sneaking pass the levels of poisons;
Your on your own and yet;
You haven't been to the garden yet;
Reprobate minds buying time;
You may kill the will, but the will to kill is clear
You haven't because you ask not
Held captive retroactive;
Blue horizons
Nothing but...
true visions
There's a rainbow in the skies;
Just below God's eyes;
and this is His promise;
Not to chastise us with the flood again
Rainbow is the possible
That God won't chastise us with the flood again
Blue horizons
Crashed and trashed venom cauterizing your ears;
Sneaking pass the levels of poisons;
Your on your own and yet;
You haven't been to the garden yet;
Blue horizons
Nothing but...
true visions
There's a rainbow in the skies;
Just below God's eyes;
and this is His promise
Not to chastise us with the flood again
Rainbow is the possible
That God won't chastise us with the flood again
Blue horizons
Written by James Edward Lee
July 25 2017
Categories:
retroactive, appreciation, celebration, dedication, god,
Form:
Free verse
being adventurous mammalians
we seek to avoid the repetition of pain
and encounter the repetition of pleasure
which might be why the ones who have everything
take from those who have nothing
just to get a little bit more
in a retroactive stylistic tendency
which has survived from the dark centuries
as annotated in the severe prognostications
from eminent gargoyle collector J. B. Hoopersnacky
of the ill fated Ulysses lately posted to the tropics
diplomatic gesture of listless conciliation
Hoop's biting satire of unresisted passions
is yet another voice of no particular merit
rightfully ignored by a sky full of arguing deities
batting their pig bladders into each others' faces
at great cost of charm and dignity
to the fluffy sheep braying tenderly below
discovery of other preceding discovery of self
an every time axiom sung by every mother
whose manifold component itchy attributes
a zig zag sequence of intriguing sentiments
about cleanliness and obedience
necessarily providing inadequate protection
against the wolfish the blatantly expressed
dominion of unzipped sorcery
inviting hard times upon the land
who do you blame who do you trust
when the entrancing commercial breaks
outnumber the direct affinities for truth
by a grand historic factor of gross multiplication
and here we are back to repetition
and the many depictions of common vanity
mercilessly unchained filling the readout screens
eternal enemy of *****publius
as old J.B. liked to call himself on a good day
when the publisher's check arrived
and another bottle of Mermaid's Breath
graced the banded navigator chest
docked at his fireside rocker
as he brooded
Categories:
retroactive, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
What is Truth?
2/1/2018
Of late, many use the media to establish a claim,
After retroactive years, I question, is revenge their game?
On harassment claims, some that happened years ago,
Is it publicity, a book deal, or settlement dough?
Some have flaunted assets to reach the ladders top,
And once successful determine, it’s time to stop.
While we never know for sure of the specific act,
The more times it’s repeated it’s often accepted as fact.
Some go through life hustling others as they go,
And besmirching another doesn’t always make it so.
You Don’t Have to Tell the Truth,
You Only Need to Convince The Media That You Are,
And many lives are being ruined
After being tried and found guilty in the court of public opinion.
Tom
Categories:
retroactive, motivation, truth,
Form:
Lyric
MOTIVATION IS ON VACATION BUT CANCER NEVER
GOES AWAY
They give me only one simple answer
and that is “it's only malignant cancer”
so they ran out of my medication
and no one will help because they lack motivation
they must have known I was going to run out
of that there is little dispute or doubt
or perhaps they just didn't remember
but what if this happened to their family member?
I know what the answer is to that query
and it leaves me lethargic and leery
the answer is that family member would have his medication
even if the doctor was out golfing or on vacation
but it's only me, another victim of inconsequential care
and this is pain a person like me cannot bear
it's not the least bit right nor is it fair
and concern for me is retroactive and rare
so now I lay in bed unable to think
because i'm a boat's captain and the ship is about to sink
I never wanted to be a singer or dancer
and I never wanted people who would say “hell, it's only cancer”
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
retroactive, angst, me, family, family,
Form:
Quatrain
A dance in the mist
You'll surely be missed
Like blessed nostalgia
It worms into your heart
Like retroactive reactions
Of everything you failed to do
In the moment so blind
Gaining sight ten years later
Both a gift and a curse
And it hurts so bad your chest bursts
The mist begins to clear
In those fading moments
Alongside the strike of a gong
Remember all the tears
And surely all the fears
Remember all the pain
That left upon you a stain
But remember also
All of the times you smiled
And felt faith
That it would all work out
Because more often than not
You made it through alright
Or you wouldn't be here now
So old and wise
And yet so young and ignorant
And it's not just rain falling
But tears cannot change the passage of time
As we march towards an inevitable end
But each tear has a story
And each story was a blessing
So in the end
Realize it wasn't worth it
To fear the inevitable
Because the journey more than makes up for it
So enjoy one last dance in the mist
And know you'll surely be missed
Categories:
retroactive, appreciation, death, life,
Form:
Free verse