Best Scheme Poems
For months our sun has hovered overhead
To crack the barren earth across its land.
The streams run dry, no summer buds expand,
No desert death has ever been so dead.
No haven safe as place where souls can run
Since truth, in brutal slumber, woke and found
A final fury tightly wound around
Each ember edifice of dying sun.
Malignant flaws turn light on human fears
and consequential truth replaces lies
as man forms memories with last goodbyes
remorseful eyes pour out torrential tears.
The final surge of heat falls harsh upon
The raw reflection of an amber dawn.
cloudy Night
upon brilliant streetlight
dissipates love
Patriot's Play Scheme
Should I make love or leave well enough alone?
Even though may be young teen or fully grown;
My decision, what things will it be affected by?
Nothing works out no matter how hard I try.
My life bottomed out and became abysmal,
Yet I will struggle and continue on still;
Even often by bad things I am bothered,
And may have hooped much and also hollered.
What must I make out of all this musty mess?
So I can be sure to obtain and reach success
After many great throws my balls would land
Exactly where I eagerly, earnestly had planned.
On one dastard day luckily learned how to dance;
In much more time, appearing to be a spance
I religiously became such a romantic soul
After one shot ball (Eagle) ended up in a hollow hole.
My worried mind became such a heavy load,
And I humorously decided to hit a long road
To recovery being that God and of course I
Won't use footballs having air in short supply.
Passes and drives landed which went so far;
After pretentious putts I made ended up par;
Personal sports psychology became prophetic;
Patriots play scheme seemed to be so pathetic.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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There once was a gullible taxman
Who dated a rich lady named Ann
When the taxes were due
She declared I love you
Why don't we take a trip to Milan
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Jonson posits vulgar rhyme a petty crime
Swindling paupers begging fleeting stime
Paltry syllabic compress from simple mimes
Which o'er lazy, temporal lobes climbs
Simple, jingoistic rhythms to prime
A crutch to prop up ailing metric time
Yet, Nature's species exist in kind
Mutated limbs rarely another tract find
Elliptical, redundant patterns planets bind
To their orderly, repetitive cadence resigned
Weather systems to each season assigned
Subsistence and providence congruently aligned
Catchy rhymes are not mongrel flem
Syllabic stress base lines hem
Its melodic sound caresses the requiem
The ballast that holds each leaf to stem
Glossy makeup that bastes face so prim
Crown jewel, syntactical diadem
Creationist scientists who dig
with astro-paleontologists
As they seek the bones
Of australepithecus
Foretold in the Book of Leviticus
& the Dead Sea Scrolls
Sounded by the deadly tolls
From the bells
Harbored in the Vatican,
Those who mistake the accidents
For the sake of unholy laxatives
To be forced in controlling the pacifists
10% of your income,
& then some
The cross holds one
For ransom
It doesn't matter if your
Beautiful or handsome
Since, the endless chasms
Flood like restless cytoplasm
Induced by the
Phantom's iconoclasm
As the masses reduce
To being merely a bantam
Docile & trite,
This isn't right
What's done in the dark,
Must be brought to the light
Stand up, & fight
For the right,
Rise with all our might
& working through the nights
New World Order plights
Will never bring a fright
Fear no evil,
See no evil,
Speak no evil
They're all just weasels
Being painted on the easel
With the colors of greed & lust
Nobody to trust
But, yourself
As one must
In order to be just
With one & all
& all in one
Blest with garments of varied hues and shades’ assortment
I practice an organized monthly color-scheme adornment…
January is greeted with vibrant green’s life-oozing zest
along moss, emerald and mint scarfs’ accenting best.
With blue motif of azure or cerulean in February
cyan-printed dresses match aquamarine-look accessory.
Pink for March as well as old rose and fuchsia of no doubt
makes watermelon lace with pomelo ribbon stand out.
April shimmers in yellow, gold and sunshine glow
showing skirts of mustard, canary with lemon flow.
May has cream and beige for modest apparel bliss
as blouses are pleased with flax and vanilla emphasis.
June delights in violet midst lavender and lilac beauty
allowing use of purple and magenta bags, surely pretty.
Cheering July onlookers are different black-speckled masks
parading shoes, leather or so-called ebony in mobile tasks.
This August* presents belts of bronze, cinnamon and brown
while wearing coffee or chocolate shawl without frown.
Orange awaits September with tangerine or amber trends
preparing handkerchiefs of carrot, squash and yam blends.
For October that highlights charcoal, ash, and gray
ready to be added is silver to my faith-anchored fashion-array.
November features raiment** that’s white or off-white
together with pearl, ivory and cotton polka dots on sight.
In December is red, alongside scarlet or maroon’s joyousness
with crimson and ruby attire, thanking God for His bountifulness.
*Next year will be another color-schedule.
**Revelation 3:5 He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.
August 21, 2021
7th place, "Kaleidoscope" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 8/23/2021.
When I hear a sentence, I hear a lyric
Trying to write these rhymes? Is drivin my crazy
My mind will seem so complex when you hear it
All the confusion tho, Is makin my mind hazy
Least im writin rhymes, You just bein lazy
All this hate, Is makin people show aggression
Everyday people gettin shot, Facin depression
That person? Still showin in the back of their mind
Can't move on, Can't leave them behind
One of the worst things we face is suicide
Committing self murder is how 5 of my friends died
All so loved, All so kind,
I dont understand how you could leave
Me in this unstable state of mind
All these people none can beheave
Only if we could get our world out this hateful bind
Let me put your parenting skills
Under the microscope, my thrills!
You share your food with the young
You eat, regurgitate for the fledging
What childcare, what love & nurturing
You, bird parents take turns food hunting
I adore how you bring food to the nest
You feed the chicks as if you don’t rest!
You, dogs and cats hunt and share the kill
Mother dogs help the pups to eat to the fill
I see animals bring down prey and feast
In a social order, in packs, this, that beast
I see parent animals teach their young
To walk, hunt & who says that`s wrong?
Apes & simians feed each other when caring
For the wounded or the ill, when …yes, dating!
I don’t know whether elephants teach their young
Courting, but yes, food choices & a good tongue!
The Super Rich- Get Rich Quick Scheme
It's a joke and we've bought it
hook, line, and sinker
'cause we do not take the time
to be a more diligent thinker.
Illegals off the boat
not allowed to vote
illegals bussed with tote
go for demoncracktozy
though, not allowed to vote
But they did
and it's horrid
no more middle-class
is the goal of those who
ride and rob the donkey-dole'
cause those in power now
are just too zealous
these new masters
you have chosen to obey
now will tell us what to do
morn, noon, night, and day
read your Marxist manual
those hidden agenda letters
and you will see the thoughts
of raging Rahm Emmanuel
now we'll all be worse off
and not really any better
to tax the rich means to tax the poor
the rich strangled with more tax
means you are out the door.
it's a joke and we've bought it
hook, line, and sinker
'cause we do not take the time
to be a diligent thinker.
In 1991 the Clintons preached
the same ole spiel
then , so did B. Hussein Obama
they often use the same ole tricks
'cause it creates pompous drama
They know what works they use it well
just like Satan who'll burn in Hell
They've tricked and lied to us again
and mock us for our ignorance
Who let the dogs out ? Who? Who?
we will go into such captivity
as we lose tons of liberty
The elite in power think we suck
now you know ,you ought to duck
We chose the idols that we will serve
and whatever happens is what we deserve.
Fiery darts aimed at the masses
which we would have known
too bad we chose rose colored-glasses
so true to inquire of Our History
which must not remain a mystery
let us inspect from head to toe
just like that Plumber we call Joe
all the issues that are at hand
so that we can retain our liberty
a gift in Our God's Holy Land.
Say good-bye to that pie in the sky
for only the super-rich will have it
wait and watch and you will see
what has happened to your Country.
Just a Thought......20 below can be a temp......20 below can also " tempt"
Sometimes we have a life long dream...
but not sure where to start....
and sometimes we must go to the extreme..
with a thought that's not so smart....
It started with an issue..
she knew she had to resolve..
Unaware of her options, but knew it had to be solved..
He destroyed the girl that she had been...
destroyed the world she had lived in...
She weighed the pro's and the con's..
and concluded it had to do with ponds...
So she set out on a mission..
and decided to save for her own condition.
A well deserved vacation in the " Florida Keys"..
for her and her honey , and with his money....
The months how they passed...
So slowly, then at last...
The day they left was 20 below..Brrr..cold
Soon they were driving down Old Cheney Road..
A backwoods road where the St. Johns' River flowed..
I hear the fishing there is great...
You'll get a bite with very little bait..
They reached the lake in the early morn..
and that is where her plot was born..
She poured the coffee she had made..
and laced it with some " gator aide "....
Here my love she said so sweetly..
I made this special for you my sweetie..
The cast was made, the bait was set..
No reason for her to sweat or fret...
Eyes did close and body went limp..
She started to shake and then thought..
Come on girl be strong don't be a wimp..
No one knows we're here or where we're at..
She rolled the body to the edge of the water...
heard a splash !..it was only an otter...
Within a flash, the body was trash...
there must have been 20 gators below..
ripping and flipping the body about..
She packed up and decided to go back the scenic route....
post note: I've always wanted to be my own boss, and now due to my recent loss..
The Insurance is an assurance and I don't have to wait...
I'll open a store and call it " GATOR BAIT "
My heart is in one world, yours is in another,
yet truth says that you are my brother.
We were both born perfect children of God,
but you were wrapped in hate and told that was your job.
I was given freedom, love and the right to dream.
You were fed ignorance, evil and encouraged to scheme.
I cannot hate you, my brother so lost,
nor can I tolerate the suffering you caused.
In misguided flight, your hate filled the sky.
Seeking to dim America’s light, you caused many to die.
Know that we do bleed, but, no, you did not succeed.
Through ashes and chaos, we discover the best in us,
and prayer of prayer, hope of hope,
this is what you caused to grow –
this is what the world will know.
THE SCHEME:
The system is bad...!
It's really sad.
Times are obviously hard.
It's not easy to come across money.
Though it sounds really funny.
As many can't afford two square meals.
What of paying their bills?
Only being in their shoes will you know how it feels.
Teachers are serving willfully,
But treated with carnality.
Doctors working awesomely,
Still handled with insincerity.
The system is killing...!
The common people are suffering the most.
There's now corruption in every dealing,
Families can't even accept to host.
Now everyone accept how everything goes,
Though it is breeding woes.
No one knows...
What tomorrow holds.
But it seems everything shows,
That nothing will ever change.
Politicians are happily causing rage,
At every given range.
What a blacked age?
Where you see so many smiling faces.
Yet, having so many unsolved cases,
because of bad treatment from people at high places.
The story comes in diverse phases.
The system is a dead brick...!
Unemployment is at the highest peak.
And who are you to speak?
Without political referees you won't be picked.
Such a deal at stake.
The poor are in pain.
And what does the private staffs gain?
Yet,the government believe both are perfectly sane.
Whilst the national crises makes them go insane.
They say the covid-19 is the main problem,
Where as the Russia-Ukraine war has wrecked the nation's laid emblem.
The system is a disgust...!
When the nation is totally misplaced.
Who should we trust?
Since the leaders are debased.
Now both the young and old are desperate.
For they have longed been on await.
Perhaps, they might soon actuate.
And what would be the nations fate,
if that happens by a conjugate?
Well, Let's say a big "NO" to war,
And strife for the reformation of the nation's core.
At least...That's all!
instigated by Oberon in Act 2, Scene 1,
Midsummer Night's Dream, Wm. Shakespeare
Has the son of Venus, god of love, lost his aim?
Bow’s arrow rendered useless in men’s game.
In truth, ‘twas it the moon who was to blame?
One sister escaped love’s dart, all the same.
Young girls, beware of purple flowers, once white.
Unbeknownst to you, nefarious knight
may draw flower's nectar, dab your sleeping eyes,
and as new day dawns, cajole you with lies.
Beware, indeed, lest he leave you senseless,
no longer fancy-free, but defenseless.
Yon midsummer knight’s a mere apprentice
who has much yet to learn of consensus.
written May 2, 2017
"For Fancy-Free Poetry Contest" by Julia Ward
Sea Sick
Hurried Trip
Slow Drip
Rode Till
Boat Tips
Boat Sinks
Ghost Ship