Best Setup Poems
ALONE AT THE HOLOCAUST MUSEUM
rose early in the morning,
indulged in a lovely quiche lorraine,
ventured out
alone.
silence has a sound of its own.
yes, there was the film, my first exposure -
Kristallnacht – the night of broken glass
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the sterile space…
alone, i enter the “gas chamber” -
no one’s there, no screaming naked bodies.
the only fear is in my mind – i
must get out, feeling claustrophobic.
exiting and to my right, a setup -
a dummy behind a machine gun
my pulse quickens, throat is dry.
then to my left: hair cuttings, glasses, teeth, clothing -
my eyes hurt as i read – many children were thrown
into the ovens A L I V E.
the horror constricts my brain. horrible to imagine
one crazed serial murderer and this was an entire country.
cruelty has sharp claws, hidden behind breath and flesh
gifted by God. monsters have lovely hair, straight teeth,
families preparing dinner, friends cheering with
CLINKING CRYSTAL.
going home, they smile, swing loved ones around,
kiss their merry cheeks,
and they R E E K with death.
10/14/2016
Categories:
setup, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
-This buds for you!-
-It takes one to know one!-
-I know you are, but what am I?-
A second hand, on my stopwatch, going nowhere!
You are a joker, a smoker, a midnight stroker
<-------How, about that, Steve Miller song
I'm not here to talk about the way you comment a poem
That's not how I roll, now listen, and listen well,
I don't care, about them words you speak
A whining sheep, every time you don't score
Crying behind close doors,
Boo-Who, I did not place high in so-and-so's contest
Gosh&dammit, not everyone's on a quest
Blogging, about the day, your poem got demoted to nonsense
Trying to comment relentlessly,
You can't top, a mountain that has no setup
I'd rather leave a copy paste comment,
"than being fake as fake can be"
At least, my copy paste was a song,
in which welcome the new poets on
Treating, everyone with love and security
Your invites, are cold and force, to you it's not about community
No motion, to your notion, simple, and disgusting
I don't know why you think, we are competing,
Long ago, I left you bleeding, no reason to be defeating
Your paranoia, has you thinking, it's all about the points,
It's getting old and boring,
You cry babies are nothing more than jokes and hypocrites
Hey you, this ain't dominoes, we done pass every Jo-Jo
When, I have time I sit here for fun, my trigger finger on the gun
Reading, commenting, until my day is done
You think, because someone, left a copy paste
That your poem was not read,
Perhaps, it was not understood, or enjoyed
Or, a welcome to the neighborhood
A nice smile, from me to you
Nice poem, You Rock!
So What! ---- WOW!
This Bud's for you
I think it's time for you to GET A LIFE!
Be glad someone took their time, in checking you out twice
Not, everyone on this site, is full of bull-****
The smallest words, are more likely to be legit
I don't need and expensive comment,
I don't want to impress, when it comes to the best comment
Please do not make love to my poem!
A nice pat on my back will do,
Now that my friend, puts a smile on my face
To know you care, to know you were there:)
Peace Out,
~SKAT~
Categories:
setup, abuse, addiction, anger, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
A Poetry Souper, seeing bright stars,
Grabbed his PC and headed for Mars.
He’d make some dimes by writing rhymes,
Selling them to the New Mars Times.
Traveling through the ethereal blue,
With revved up rockets, his fervor grew.
Orbiting the moon to pick up speed,
He’d bust his buttons for this brave deed.
He saw fluffy clouds for God’s gentle feet,
And wondered if galaxies were places to meet.
He visualized skipping through outer space,
Dancing with angels, but couldn’t keep pace.
He thought of Mars, as candidly prime,
Poetry Soup’s outpost, so proudly sublime!
Thousands of Martians were quick to enroll,
Clamoring to setup new poetry goals.
Little red men, each sporting a grin,
Their three-fingered fisties bearing a pen.
Female Martians seemed to insist,
On whipping out sonnets with Shakespearian twists.
The red planet shining bright in the night,
Beckons to poets seeing its sight.
Schedule your flight, and do it right quick,
For poem palaver, it does a neat trick.
Categories:
setup, allegory, future, space, planet,
Form:
Quatrain
A Bounty From Universe And Its Golden Bowl
Poets dream but reality wakes deep sorrows
world plots and schemes, as future holds our tomorrows
walking oft blinded to treachery and deceit,
setup and shocked, at world's wicked evil we meet,
many a pawn, in a world savage and quite mad
writing to give, wonderful blessing to be had,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Poets may cry and even dare to moan out loud
for what is Truth's worth, if not something to be proud,
or Light and Love, if not set by divine decree,
sweet and gifted treasures gifted to you and me,
wonderment in living and our writings once done
hope given, that man stops stealing by war and gun,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Poets may sing, even if sad and out of tune
with words cast a'plenty, even if thought a loon
bold warriors, with bright shield and a well inked war sword,
defiant- standing against, world's marauding horde,
yet neither as savior nor as a blessed saint
maybe a wizard if great beauty one can paint,
within mind, a deep casting from true heart and soul
a bounty from universe and its golden bowl.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-23- 2019
Rhyme, ( As Poet Once Pondered Life, Living, Love And Its Truth )
Categories:
setup, appreciation, art, life, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
I went to camp one year to feel so free
Not one of us got sick at all for sure
I went into the river to see and fish
But I was pushed into water so pure
Setup the tent to sleep the night away
With bites that itch kept up the night so sad
The next we thought an idea to try to sway
Insects that bit we net and killed so glad
We slept all night away till sun came up
The dew on tents a view I like for morning
We had a fire to warm water in cup
The drink was strong to wake us up with warning
The camp worker had said there was a fire
Among them all practiced putting it out
Bond fire was great to have this year campfire
We all was new to have much fun no doubt
Now home we go in weeks been gone delay
Running around forest so fun O.K.
Categories:
setup, adventure, childhood, children, education,
Form:
Sonnet
"Our Destiny is to succeed"! "Our fate was set up through not being exposed to"NEW Knowledge",so that we would fail! Our "HOPE" was and "Still is in"GOD"! Our success was,and is realized,"after "Jesus Christ"through "GOD"blessed us to "Overcome Fate"! Those who held us back in "Knowledge""PRETENDED" to want us to be successful,while they knew that by holding back "Knowledge"we would meet,"THE FATE" that was hidden in a "LIE",to"CAUSE" our "FAILURE"!Richard Restak has helped to Reformat "The Brain "Hard Drive"! Now our destiny can be realized,as "Fate"has "Failed"!The setup menu is now corrected! The "Start program" is "NOW" valid! The hard drive has been reformatted! The back-up neurogenetic neurons are generating at top speed,and all viruses are being eliminated:The Ram and the Rom of the computer is being controlled by "Human Brain"input into "The Supper Computer"! All viruses have been eliminated,and "The Ram,and Rom are at top speed with "Terabyte Memory" in "The Ram,and The Rom" to prevent any "Scam" to prevent "The Computer Hacker from scamming,as "DESTINY"is "The Hacker Breaker",and is "The Hacker Packer"! Poetry is "The Exacter",and GOD love "The Hacker"! God love "The Hacker and "The Quaker": They "LABOR"and we all need to watch our behavior! We are fully operational! Fate has "LOST" due to our lack of trust in "THE TROJAN HORSE" placed in our path "TO BE EATEN",and swallowed "WHOLE"! It was totally consumed to give us a "Full Belly of Knowledge" of which it was "Holding Inside"! Now "The Digital,Analog,video,audio,"Encryptification"(DAVAE) has also been reformatted to give us the truth,after "Encriptification" has been achieved, through laser recognition,and M.R.I Technology,to see changed,video,audio,digital,analog,"LIES"to bring "THE GENETIC CODE"at hand as now "The central processing unit gives us another full belly of knowledge of which it will describe "KNOWLEDGE" in "Analog,Digital,Holographic,Genetic Code,without the truth being "Hidden"in a "Video,audio,Holographic,"Genetic Code Lie"! Victory over "The Enemy"Achieved"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
setup, 12th grade, 1st grade,
Form:
Metrical Tale
Fate’s Game
by Odin Roark
Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.
Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.
For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.
Oh how you chortle
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.
Quandary persists.
After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…
Categories:
setup, trust, , fate,
Form:
Free verse
Adamant mindsets
In a modern setup,
Vibrant visions evaporates
To emptiness, nothingness and waywardness.
Leaving the people in stark darkness,
Leading to nowhere,
As penury is declared "king",
Hunger succeeds the throne
As blind leaders hardened the
Economy like bone.
Giving peanuts to the peasants
But gold for the wealthy,
Oh! what a chess game in the midst
Of blind spectators.....
Mothers swaying in tattered rags,
Struggling with drying breasts which
Produces the hopeful milk of the skinny infants...
Children strolling with empty plates
Searching for who to wet their throats.
Fathers planting courage and assurance,
Hoping the land will be milky someday,
Yet the center is not holding
For heads are plenty but the brains are few...
Therefore turning weakening hearts
To marauding crooks,
Victimizing themselves,
Staining their whites,
Be litling their lives,
Insulting their hands
Making the land stink,
While Africa bears the smell,
To the detriment of her virtue.
Our agricultural and peaceful
"green white green", they've turned to
A dark and bloody "red black red".
Now who leads who in this
Criminal war front, corrupt justice
And indecisive generation?
Things fall apart when truth step aside,
Evil takes the lead when black minds
Score the goal...
Things fall apart when the people can't merge.
Categories:
setup, black african american, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
When I got back to the hotel I knew there was nothing I could do to make this work for everyone. Her brother was the hit and had to go. Killing him would kill her and break my heart. Of course, she would never know it was I. But I wanted to get close to this woman. I wanted to be her man. And lies would never work. This woman was far to intuitive for me to think I could get away with killing her brother. If I didn’t kill him they would kill me. A hit man never walks away free. Only one thing to do.
I packed my bags and shipped my girl back home. This hit was not going to happen.
When I got back I slowly unpacked and put everything away. I had a night to sleep on it while I waited for my girl to return home.
The next day FedEx delivered her to me. We would meet our final destiny together. I tracked down my contact and said I wanted to meet. We setup the meeting for 3 PM at his place. When I walked I wasted him before he could say hello. I walked out the door and called Anna and asked her to marry me. Before she could answer I told her to meet me in Cuba at the Hotel Saratoga and she could decide then.
All she said was “yes.”
Categories:
setup, devotion, love,
Form:
Narrative
. . . What I know about sports is nothing
but my Dad was quite a fanatic really,
he had his sports man cave all setup,
with not one, but about three televisions going
at the same time with different sports blaring.
He sure loved the Toronto Blue Jays . . .
and I remember back to 1992 and 1993- he knew the roster
of pichers, catchers, batters, infielders, outfielders, coaches
. . . the wins, loses, strike outs, the players names,
and they won the World Series 2 for 2 . . 1992 and 1993.
Other years he cheered the St. Louis Cardinals or the
New York Yankees from the man cave . . .
Now this was a big event for him and his buddies
and Dad put me in charge of snacks and beer runs,
oh, the hoot and hollering was deafening (Mom said)
Dad left us in 1997 suddenly one summer day
and I found in his pants pocket a clipping from the paper,
sports schedule for July 21 on television- I still have it.
I recall saying to Mom, I hope they have sports
. . . in Heaven.
________________________
February 15, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Sports- In The Man Cave
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 876-370-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Categories:
setup, nostalgia, sports,
Form:
Free verse
I began my journey hoping to find myself
Looking upon life lessons to trust in no one else
Being abused emotionally has cause me great pain
Expecting the unexpected can make one emotions hard to maintain
How can one justify the truth to fit the wrong?
Being that lessons are taught to help one to become strong
Where is the truth when lies are lifted to cover the words spoken?
Having to make choices by closing the door that was once open?
I endangered my heart with the emotions that I created
If love was not a requirement of God, then many would be hated
Then maybe I wouldn’t be going through these tears each day
And reaching out for something that wasn’t ever meant to stay
Challenged by my beliefs I had to endure it all
Although the setup was purposed for me to walk until I fall
It was hard to know these words to accept and stand tall
Before you ask, my answer is, “Yes” I can handle it all
What is love without God, without hope, without trust?
I made myself clear when I explained these things were a must
Giving and receiving are things that we are obligated to do from time to time
Listening and learning are thing that will set us ahead or steps behind
Till death does us apart was not just a scripture quoted by me
It has purpose or else God wouldn’t hold it against me
Options are choices give to one to make wise decisions
Any yet we abuse them because freedom has caused us to lose vision
How much can someone take before they decide to put up a stone wall
How much can a person be abused before they do away with it all
I gathered my thoughts and I began to redirect the way I think
And my conclusion was that I must not allow my heart to sink
Problems sometimes happen when we least expect them to
And the hardest task to pass is the task that defines you
We only know our strengths when they are challenged
And we are only as strong as we can manage
“The Simple Words”
Categories:
setup, abuse, anger, betrayal, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
In spite of viewers and hearers discretion,
One might wonder and say,
"Fashion is growing from top to down,
Excuse my knowledge under tension,
All because the wardrobe is put in section,
Anytime the morning sun rise,
It shakes the room,
And it even seems so right,
Perhaps many years ago I made a choice for a moon,
"In the early eighteenth century, you weren't in the game",
An old person's rule,
"But just make this century your platform,
Since a Prehistoric man will let you be wild to conform,
Men and women fought for their own dominance,
No nutritional food on a furnished dining table,
Our source of power was the eyes of an unknown rebel,
Adam and Eve clothed in leaves,
Who admonished them of peace?
What inspired their beefs?
Can I guess their mode of reasoning?
Of course,success crowned their fears,
They weren't pioneers,
Subsequently,when the moon sets in,
"Fashion grows from down to top in a generation setup to fail" .
Categories:
setup, age,
Form:
Classicism
Loveless
Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious
Categories:
setup, dark, emotions, mystery, nature,
Form:
ABC
Bushels and bushels of apple upon apple,
Canned, frozen, or fresh just couldn't keep up the pace.
Fallen fruit amounted to ripe fermented scrapple,
The solution of course, stared us both in the face.
If we had the setup we could bottle the stuff,
Taking the essence of the apple's sweet mashed flesh.
Producing hard cider would use up more than enough.
All that we'd need is grinder, storage, and a press.
We searched the internet for the tools of the trade,
This proved to be fruitless, expenses added fast.
There had to be a better way, something hand made.
Maybe a trip to Walmart could solve this at last.
Gripping three one hundred dollar bills, we were off,
Wood chipper, yeast, trash can; we loaded up the cart.
Borrowed a car jack and a old tarp for the trough.
It all came together, we're ready to start.
We had a few issues duct tap readily fixed,
Amassing cider in bucket after bucket.
We capped each barrel with ingredients mixed
A little of this, a little that, ahh... suck it...
Fermented, bottled, capped and allowed to settle,
Trying at last, dry and sparkling, with a smooth taste.
Up to get more, we fell tail over teakettle,
The only mistake we made was standing in haste.
Categories:
setup, drink, funny, garden, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
5/4/17
Objects sinking or floating
Whether dim or glowing
Grasses being cut or growing
Waters drying up or flowing
The air calm or a breeze showing
Lifeforms slowing then stopping or still going
And rowing
You're either out the loop or knowing
I'm serious not joking
Small or tall
None, half or all
Without any framing, or setup with walls
Going high speeds or at a crawl
Trying to diffuse the situation or about to brawl
It fascinates or appalls
No contact or some kind of a call
Continual progress or at a stall
*****Sapiens or Neanderthal
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
setup, poetry, rap, word play,
Form:
Rhyme