Best Rubric Poems


Premium Member Seijaku

Seijaku – 8-1-24
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Seijaku

Serenity abides with tranquility
Abiding in beauty
And deep respirations of satisfaction
Ready
	Alert
Overlooking tangled mazes of overlapping obligations
 Labyrinths of lists -  
And atonal demands.
   
As the sun streaks past engorged calendars
In whirly-gigs of heavy-handed chaos
The shade of tranquility
 Stretches out 
  Looming across the face of serendipity
  With the breath of the rose
   The whisper of sapphire jewels
    Born from oceanic bowers.

In the shadows waits 
 The gift of each rubric solved
Pushing aside the tyranny of over committed -
In dawns, and Aurora’s ballet in neon slippers,
The spirit dialates,
  As moonlight drips from feathery boughs,
Healed from epidemics of minutes 
 Swallowed by a never resting pendulum.

The poet arises, even blooms, 
 Ignoring the cataracts of frail dreams
When hurried footsteps and clouded hearts
 Still race infected by chaotic delirium
Tripping over beauty’s outstretched boughs
To see – to notice -
 To embrace 
Lavender, gently waiting, with amazement.
Categories: rubric, life, peace, time,
Form: Free verse

Poetic Definition

by Michaelw1two

 Poetic writes speak volumes too,
 this profound nature of humanity;
 expression’s glyph or determination’s rift,
 each soothing rhyme or base profanity;
 provoke of consciousness that drift,
 so casually or with rude insanity;
 furiously incite or simultaneously delight,
 set straight a thought or induce banality;
 unconscious rubric struggles forth,
 within the cleave of line, phrase and meter;
 guides a casual readership towards,
 all present trends hidden in a bard’s demeanor;
 exposing just who seems ubiquitous, who is ingenuous,
 or just simply stubbornly ridiculous;
 one’s sensuality splayed, our generosity bade,
 your critical natures shown meticulous;
 senses not semantics, rule of roles revised,
 lines of life’s romantic, cleverly devised;
 discovering our thoughts on everything,
 exposing our minds to Id and ideals contrived;
 methods breached lift conclusion’s reach,
 an ill-advised tome reaps the thought’s divine;
 nurtured reasoning replaced by jest,
 releases the distain hidden within a mind’s set plein;
 within this relief be it muse or beast,
 rests an orators mirth, or an epic myth’s imply;
 poetic license freed, such a thing indeed,
 that “cat’s meow” bests a graven image’s belie;
 metaphors and idioms when used correct,
 add intrigue and delight to a word works vamp;
 bathos taps one’s inner laugh, hyperboles,
 release a poem’s waft, jape and poet’s stamp;
 pleonasms reinforce, oxymora juxtapose,
 litotes understate, analogies delineate… cognition;
 and irony, an express of verbal, dramatic,
 cosmic or Socratic, lead to a write’s ideal fruition;
 understanding each of these parts implores,
 partnership between, these particles and that of yours;
 expressing the limits of personal tastes and so much more,
 you, your dreams, schemes, hates, fears, tears and rapport;
 binding together all of US, and create the bonds that thus sustain,
 poetry to living life, to easing strife, within the poet’s world domain.

 Michael WalkerJohn
Categories: rubric, philosophy,
Form: Free verse

Ronald Rump

repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign. 
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing. 
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets. 
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation. 
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement 
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response. 
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted. 
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization. 
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation 
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing. 
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel. 
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins 
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
Categories: rubric, allusion, analogy, confusion, crazy,
Form: Alliteration

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A Senior Moment - Part Dos

written months ago commemorating 
the graduation from a vaunted charter school 
in Bend, Oregon of thy lovely youngest,
this papa could not attend - 
geographical distance constituting the primary determinant.
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Soundcloud springboard no matter 
what destiny each young man or woman 
decides to pursue. Though accolades dedicated 
genuinely (just my outlying participation) 
special veneration x2c accorded beautiful 
radiant daughter ecstatic gloating honestly jubilant 
kindred made noble perseverance reaching 
the ultimate write x zit that will usher her 
onward toward opportunities sustained 
by confidence gained thru academic ambition, 
dynamic dedication, and gigantic germination 
of maturation, whose individual future 
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trajectory predicated with the rubric of essential 
scholastic tools essential to gain positive 
further education and thence employment endeavors. 
So Punim (whom this papa does 
love and miss) attempted to let the words 
tumble upon the display screen communicating 
in my patois, (a gallimaufry of mumbo jumbo 
shrimp limp ping missive) at your success 
attaining a laudable  momentous occasion per 
rejoicing, no matter the message possibly 
lost amidst this cobbled gobbledygook, 
which attempts to pass as acclaimed literary 
endeavor. Okay, I experience tears of euphoria 
and misgiving at lack of finances to share 
in person how this dada daubs dribbling 
tears ducts. Congratulations thy beloved Shana.
Categories: rubric, age, angel, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Elegy

Inexplicable Memory Quirkily Unhinged

A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring examinations (less time ago) 
often found me seized with sudden 
inability to remember any vital ants
sirs (even including my name), thus

grudgingly handing over blank test paper 
analogously surrendering a vital 
document gracing terms of defeat 
into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans

first to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, 
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, 
Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably majority of first thru 
sixth grade accorded accredited 
ancient authenticated creatures. 
They freely exercised diabolical

churlish beastial animalistic zeal
us yakking, wickedly unprintable 
upon (unprincipled urchin) at 
receiving end of fiendishly grue
some hellish instructions. Assign
ments buttressed with ultimatums 

harkening back to Jurassic period 
earlier in dawning primate con
sciousness. Lesson material kindled 
with justifiable license in league 
with garnered insignia. Heft 

to bring pupils to heal predicated 
via warp and weft woven wonder
fully. Wrought writs welcomed 
whips with warranty whenever 
recalcitrant ruffian refused 

respecting reptilian rubric repre
sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel 
Is Wiser Than the Driver of 
the Screw and Whipping Cords 

Will Serve You More Than Ropes
Will Ever Do), which loosely
rendered regularly warbled 
wishy washy verse curmudgeons
freedom granted to interpret 

as one decrepit, hawkish insignia
certified one beaming Eve and/
or stud deed brute soffit. Education 
often relied on the weekly reader, 

and letters to and/or from Aunt 
Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin 
kickstarter jawboning torturous 
treatment tolerated, asper imps 

of the pervert, mutant Ninja 
Turtles duty bound antsy 
youthful yokel yodelers 
weathering ululating sing-song 
and quintessential precepts.
Categories: rubric, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry

Public Back Stabber

Public Back Stabber

You gave me life and breath, Yes thank you,
You feed me and house me, Yes thank you,
You educated me and tutored me, Ye thank you,
You loved me as some hated me,Yes thank you,
You smiled at me as they scowled, Yes thank you,
You treated me as they shown me back,Yes thank you,
You gave me joy as they rob it, Yes thank you,
You aligned me when i disarranged my poles, Yes thank you,
You tossed me when i was thirsty, Yes thank you.

But...! 

Was that an authentication to stab me? No i don't think so!
Was that a sacrament to tarnish me? No thank you,
Was that sauciness to serve yourself with sauce of brag? No i don't think so!
Was it a rubric to talk ill of me? No thank you,
Was it an impudence to majestic-ate yourself to me? No i don't think so!
Was it an intrepidity to maul me down from those i love? No thank you,
Was it an ordinance for you to grill me to thrash? No thank you

A clone of stout  backstabber stamped itself from you,
Let your giventh left hand not seen by your receiventh right hand,
Stop backstabbing me!
Categories: rubric, anger, betrayal, feelings, inspiration,
Form: Dramatic Verse


Presidential Inauguration 2017 - Poetic Screed - Part1

Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative, 
   and heartily galls
toward this introspective kickstarter male, 
   and most likely others he appalls.
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My inner guru hankers to share voice 
   amidst increasing din 
and clamors in reaction to insidious machinations fin
hushed via Machiavellian offal prince, 
   who unleashes clout with Cheshire grin
unconcerned about population, chaste, 
   from their wells Fargo wing. 
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   Most every citizen banker, and kin
stared down vis a vis fierce-some intimations 
   catapult escalating, spin
laughing at rigged voting outlook 
   gratefully inflicts populace with monstrous win 
   doomsday soldiers - 
   art of the deal book not writ by said urchin.
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Though regularly affiliated with top notch 
kudos to virtual soapbox platform 
   re: all poetry to express Bing averse 
toward ill feted Barron settlement 
   of United States government tossed like scotch
on thar hocks, thus an uneasy angst 
   also invisibly grabs me by the crotch
cuz das Trump power monger, 
   I fear rubric of democracy, he will botch!
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This poem alternately titled - 
   harbinger of political debacle wolf find antipode 
where toxic brew at crack of 12 a.m. 
 January 20th 2017 doth bode  
doctored pregnant swollen tidal anarchistic military toad
deeds sheepishly shape into battalions 
   in tandem - fraternal order of police erode
Civilian protesters unite with ordinary citizen bankers 
 crowdsource sing metallic ca clash to goad
Categories: rubric, anger, angst, evil, humanity,
Form:

Ban Assault Weapons In 2017 - Part3

exclamation, which does nothing to stem dead locked high tide   
     proliferation of high-powered assault bazookas 
     manned by berserk cruel death eaters, 
     arch nemesis picks off life with a blip
simultaneously bipedal hominid(s) grip handily rounded dirk 
   as backup in case clip
misses mark, where siege mentality induces 
   nationwide sprinting into lockdown mode deterring by a drip
fiendish homicidal metamorphoses, where transmogrification 
of generic guy wielding weapon subjugating hostages pits malignancy fill lip
mailer daemon hell bent on besieging bait (unaware
Snapchatting linkedin flickr ring beings) burst deadly quip
   barrage of bullets malicious intent to spray 
   killing machines deliver click and rip
paying plenti deathly instagram howls amidst pandemonium, 
   thence funereal slip
epitaphs etched on tombstones proliferate taking souls to Hades trip.
Brutal and nasty nefarious scheme directed at humble lettered folks 
   (like those comprising my home town - 
   once evoked pastoral meme Lake Woebegone) 
   minding their p's and q's, when in extremis
out of the blue nightmare interrupts idyllic dream
a sudden bitta bing bitta bang rings terrorist catcall 
   followed by red tide and river of bloodied body where caskets
rendered veneer of dark wood within lies corpse, 
   pistol whipped, shredded and outkast, where mortician daubs creme.
Soundcloud boom echoes, thus occurs staccato sinister sonic strafes across
   freshly fielded tombstone; pearl jam gray slate, some formerly anonymous 
namesake, which underling, higgs bo son or daughter blitzkrieg cross 
   invisible trajectories shatter (at shutterfly speed), 
   democratic rubric rendered dross
   disposable lives of society with senseless slaughter, whereat somber silence 
   pines nostalgia for Mill on the Floss
when life seemed innocent against gun metal gloss 
wails of agony at another human loss.
Categories: rubric, absence, dark, faith, hate,
Form: Dramatic Verse

Hardships Butter

by Michaelw1two

 The stars of society,
 great notion once did scintillate;
 their glow burned too fast,
 ash, cinder, sloth, agnominate;
 what, gifted fate's skewers,
 sole reply, a dross adumbrate;
 life, guts all souls;
 death's head did spirit ablaqueate.

 Court not, the rule in justice,
 culpability is the blame;
 where evil spread, ascribe strife's Id
 as quoting Boehme;
 earth, is food for worm,
 demands flesh to whet its loam;
 mankind in greedy lust,
 curst promise, to dream venomed.

 If justice, is synonym for bread,
 equality is its spread;
 they, are symmetry to life
 and health in living's thread;
 fed to profiteering few,
 who cause, life's morbid dread;
 they, will feast to death,
 for earth, leave not a shred.

 Life's cauldron steams,
 beneath fires we can't control;
 sought, is gentry's sweet butter,
 democracy's decontrol;
 fed on schisms,
 palates satiated by life's slop bowl;
 rejecting meals context,
 and savor rubric of future whole.

 Survival, quenches thirst, of each
 who seek life's bread;
 hardship futile postulate,
 hungry souls crave words said;
 tasty freedom's tout,
 cannot be minced by thirst misled;
 each, will eat, this buttered bread,
 or all, will wind up dead.

Jan 2010
Categories: rubric, political,
Form: Free verse

Rubric Scale

Four days 
Its has been four days of turbulence,
That as contorted my mind
Trying to express the problem that hunts me,
We sin and sin,
But which one is amiss,
Lie,Steal,Kill,?
Please show me the mystical scale that weighs sin,
Giving us the power to judge,
We walk these corrupted streets,
Passing one another,
Oblivious that we are looking through a mirror
How different are we?
Sinner from birth but somehow we become separated,
Why does my sin goes unnoticed but his goes to  trial?
Now we decide when judgments comes,
Deluding Gods voice ,We strive for control,
Banishing who we please,
And Mercy on Those who stay,
Dethroning who is unworthy,
Betrayer our brother and sisters,
Why are we so Lost?
Please can my question be answered?
Are not all sins equal?
If not show me the rubric,
Why is the sin to lie normalcy,
But to Steal an anathema,
Four days I have been lost,
Trying to understand the weight of sin.
Categories: rubric, lifeme, sin,
Form: Free verse

Me Late Mum, a Holly Day Mastermind Maven Maverick

Way back before this baby boomer waz astute
countless decades before aye became long in the tooth,
and also prior tomb ma sporting dentures to boot
fond memories rush more than so far back
envisioning illusory wind blown steppes
(wait...this visage belongs to thine
long since deceased maternal grandfather
hub hill eave didst hail from Kiev,

or some place thereabouts) within the mind
of this prevaricating aging 
"FAKE" barnstorming ole coot
preserved records (those times b'fore cds or dvds)
and now rewinds tape when family of origin
celebrated Xmas secular Harris
house style rendition of Magic Flute,

though genealogy steeped in Judaism
recollections abound of boyhood mirth
devoid of rubric asper orthodox and/or reformed
Judeo-Christian religion,
which essentially means,
I did not give or take a hoot
nonetheless cherish fond memories,
when ma late mum

relished making a hoo ha,
and got tickled and pickled pink
rousing a hullabaloo wrapping presents
and jamming three knee high stockings
with healthy goodies such as fruit
cuz, as a devotee of Carleton Fredericks,

she frowned on giving out sweets
particularly to three children she begat,
and iced hill easily recall her poker faced
feigning complete ignorance and surprise
sheep played “dumb” as did father
convincingly not giving a hoot

puzzled asper neatly wrapped and
stacked gifts under decorated tree
while distorted reflections of stockings
fractal shimmers from metallic gewgaws
in tandem of nostalgic magic

worth mo' than any amount of loot,
perhaps Christmas festivities a flash point,
when some jolly codger (papa)
dressed up, sans Santa Claus suit
and petsmart dogs doubled up as reindeer,

whose canine barking, cavorting, and dashing
haphazardly set them on a direct route
to pandemonium as crashing trimmed tree
cacophony elicited laughter, punctuated
with irrepressible escaped bursts of flatulence
(ah wont mention hoof from)
that emulated a toot.
Categories: rubric, age, angel, childhood, christmas,
Form: Light Verse

The Landlady Turned Rogue

back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle
la, whose avoidance behavior toward me – who goes a mile
out of her way to ensure our paths do not cross – noah din nile
per the above – well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole 
    viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style
per potpourri of puzzling perturbation evinced 
   by said olde world germane German dame we lease this duplex
   treating us, as if we committed some egregious crime
   subsequently forced to stand trial
viz aversion toward this convivial, frivolous and introspective chap
   methinks said realtor/renter joined a coven den 
   where doe eyed zen of thieves 
   occupy teaching rubric of mean-ness while
taking appropriate and selective pages from play book of sarah palin,

which tension unlikely to cease for the next nine months till the deed
doth expire, where by this witch a  taw hook cans ass (ours) will be freed
of renting a long and fostered, roach and fox infested, century21 
   from once salient sympathetic ear this now manifested Scrooge like greed
reminding us (essentially via cessation of any interaction), 
   how she once did heed
to our various and sundry travails – though neither myself nor spouse, 
   the latter whose vociferousness regularly exudes loathsomeness 
   toward key per, once a vouch saving storied angel without fail and indeed
wife tis not shy to vent where a plethora of expletives lead
   rant and rave toward an impending crisis that will me send out an SOS 
ever felt compelled to join Hemlock society or drown sorrows in mead
yet disappointment arises, when formerly positive dynamic now im peed
did by reasons unbeknownst to me, 
   who feels grateful ye chanced to read
my babbling of poetically irrational from a regular Joe, 
   who doth not sport Harris Tweed
nor (despite any immediate intimations) 
   doth newt smoke booze nor drink week.
Categories: rubric, abuse, angst, conflict, emotions,
Form: Rhyme

My Brief Perception Sans, American Democratic Paradigm

Thee United States bedrock foundation 
built upon premises sans, 
Greco-Roman template, 
whence freedoms as liberty, 
life, and pursuit of happiness 

revered as constituent concepts, 
precepts, and tenets, 
within which complex edifice 
(unique to these United States), 
which metaphorical palimpsest blueprint 
analogously enshrine 

(akin to interlocking mortise and tenon) 
quintessential sacred scores
constituting, fortifying, 
idealizing Magnum Opus
allowing, enabling and providing 
nebulous yet magnetic gestalt

cuddled ,culled, and curried 
from the crucible
whereat whirled wide web 
witnessed Weltanschauung
woven weft and warp wrought,

awakening whispers down alley oop 
see daisy budding attempts
at abstract applications 
(while Atlas Shrugged)
eventually ancient begone civilizations

bequeathed domain fundamentals heralding
a brave new world 
where enterprising anonymous minds
wrought principles preserved 
jarring “invisible hand” 

predominantly writing writs 
rendering realistic aspirations
roiling with fits and starts
*****Sapiens ambitious modus operandi,
asper systematized (albeit) 
unrecognizable crude

bare drafts, barley experimenting flavor
hop ping tum malt ensues
jamming, kickstarting, livingsocial
perfecting quintessential salient rubric
training cognizance with deliberation

fostering general heuristic trial and error
limning knowledge upon primate tree
rooted tracts venerating wide-eyed 
yoking zealous basis daring fanciful flights

germinating human insight kraaling management
of fledgling political organization 
pollinating fecund minds hankering
toward conceptualizing justice.
Categories: rubric, allegory, allusion, america, creation,
Form: Lyric

Reading Out Loud

Reading Out Loud...

Plus applying index finger as pointer guide
(take that Missus Wells),
who best not take objection, hence let snide
blackboard barbed comment dultifully slide
chalked up and emanating

from gentleman with pride
and prejudice toward third grade teacher,
whose archaic rubric, I no longer abide
when a student at Henry Kline,
he now doth elide

ridiculous bans Boyer Grade School
instituted), who undoubtedly Gracefully yells
from her grave, against these codas long defied
condemned, exorcised, forbidden taboos,
nonetheless tactically helped this pied

piping peter pan, an aging (intellectual baby
boomer bookworm) as his tried
and true knowledge bank account swells
conviction communicating wide
across avast web donning

and/or trumpeting averring,
he always decried
"FAKE" arrogance, conceit, egotism,...
which learning my methodology quells ride
ding high crest of aspiration an aside

to increase cerebral deteriorating multicells,
thus lessening the smarts for suicide
this technique fosters enhanced cognition,
galvanization, pronunciation, et cetera,
whereby vocalizing words,

while ensconced backside
voicing, learning idea
constituting each sentence,
(within figurative nutshells) decide
dutiful dogged diligence involves eyesight,

mandibular interaction
jabbering, sans oral jawbreader divide
aided by vocalization augmentation allows,
enables, and provides groundswells
flowing fun like joyride

with incorporation to hear
nasal twang only downside
syllabification altogether garnering
boost to comprehension outstride
ding learning taking paradigm nationwide.
Categories: rubric, 12th grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Free verse

Chaos In the White House - Part 2

like some sorority or fraternity house 
   left the sanctified righteous West Wing 
with powder puffs sans canisters 
   of pepper spray, whereby 
   most docile, humble, and liberal took a page 
   from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art 
   at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons 
   rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks 
   against libertarian rubric that made America great
wantonly reviving prejudices declared dead
   from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers 
   getting water boarded and aching 

deigning to implement dictatorship 
   of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix
weaving together, the salient strengths 
   viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic 
   twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed 
   by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries 
   with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except 
   to keep Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.
Categories: rubric, america, anger, angst, betrayal,
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