Best Shameless Poems
So many weep from pleasure or from pain
and raise their invocations to the sky.
I watch them from the corner of my eye.
Their exhibitions I would likely feign
to match expression shown when masses cry.
My eyes, instead, might blur. I gasp or sigh,
and sometimes I despond when under strain.
But rarely am I vassal to the guilt
that others I’ve observed are prone to claim.
Of slower-melting metal I was built.
By keeping cool, I suffer less from shame
than those who feel too much. They often wilt.
A gift or curse? I rarely feel to blame.
For Frank Herrera's WHAT MIGHT THEY FIND THERE
(I've noticed I do not suffer so much from feelings of guilt as some of my friends do. I think it has to do with basic personality types)
Shameless
She is humble, always courteous
Always smiling, always sweet
Such a lady, what a woman
Come what may, she stays discreet
Many a man will tell his lady
’That is how a wife should be
Unassuming, not demanding
Just obey, don’t disagree’
She is humble, and she’s quiet
She will never say too much
But speak to her and you will notice
With a lot she’s out of touch
Her demeanor is intriguing
But then again, it’s also weird
For she has no recognition
Of the things that should be feared
In her world, all is well and rosy
She knows not how to relate
To another woman’s anguish
For she knows not how to hate
And though hate is seldom virtuous
It will keep what’s bad at bay
So this makes her very tender
And many will just have their way
But she’s humble, and it's lovely
Keep her silent and oppressed
And make sure she gets the warning
To not appear disturbed or stressed
Keep her smiling, it serves a purpose
Our ego is at stake
Doesn’t matter what they’re saying
We prefer her to be fake
She is humble, she’s a minion
She makes life easy to say the least
She’s a toy, a gift, a blessing
To every vile and shameless beast.
Wendy Nipas
Temporal Dilettante Journalist
David J Walker
no-thing need not name the nameless
breaks the morning in disguise
shakes the shame and wakes the shameless
quench tormented turbid eyes
the bootless errand realized
who shakes the hand but shuns the banquet
a polymath of nullity
a picnic spread on follies blanket
the argot of a fervent plea
omnifarious frivolity
dante sings symphonic anthems
measured meters latin chants
pardons plied to paphian sanctions
the queen retorts in satin rants
a paupers portion the monarch grants
bemoans the message minimalized
Here they go again.
anything to win,
indulging
in shameless
self-promotion.
layin’ it on thick,
makin’ sure it sticks,
slappin’ it on like lotion.
“click my stuff,
and I’ll click yours too.
wanna feel like the best
even though
it ain’t true?”
back n’ forth complements
are so self defeating.
inflating other’s heads for praise
is a blatant way
of cheating.
“do unto others”
but don’t lie,
to boost their ego.
misleading them
to raise their hopes
should clearly be illegal.
no need to read
a word
of their work
while scratching their backs
bare.
skimmin’
skippin’
scannin’…
all’s fair
in tactical
warfare.
poets thought to be adored
while chewin’ truth’s gristle.
before you swallow,
broke a tooth that hurt
like a damn
lit
missile.
feeding on lines
with hidden agendas
is worse
than bein’ ignored.
cuz’ when you find
copy n’ pasted comments,
your hopes
are sadly floored.
how about
reading and endorsing work
you actually enjoy,
instead of
feedin’ folks a line of crap
laced with praise
and “atta-boys!”
I stand shameless,
For I am a beautiful being,
with flaws and all.
Shameless,
No matter how you look at me.
I remain shameless.
Curry. Cumin. Saffron.
Mmmm, the hallways always smell of spice,
her seventy-year-old body perfecting the rhythm of movement
from icebox to oven in her efficiency kitchenette.
Tangerine wall paint cracks and mixes carelessly
with bits of spice yet lingering in the air; it
follows her, this aroma that eats the eater,
dancing around her skirts
like faeries honoring their faerie queen.
She knows this, and smiles at the sliver of sun peeking through her window.
Down the corridor
people begin their ritual of recognition, then sniffing,
and finally a smile that reveals anticipation.
No one goes hungry inside Apartment A6 and everyone has seconds.
Lunch and dinner, breakfast too
if a body is moving about as dawn surfaces.
Though small, her main floor seems to expand
beyond the boundaries of walls,
everyone cross-legged and eager to devour dishes
few could pronounce and none could forget.
A legend among the two hundred desperate palates;
today, however, souls wander lost through the hallways
because the lucky have snaked their way into heaven
and left the masses to a barren, tasteless fate.
As the onions, okra and potatoes, flavored
with a hint of saffron and even less ginger,
entice bodies five deep and ten across,
our greedy fingers and mouths offer no thoughts of others
going without while dripping sauce falls onto our legs
and Berndi seems content with the pleasure she’s wrought.
I rather die than just pass
away from boring days to fabled prayers,
I rather live my life today
as if I never cared.
I hope you understand my fears,
shattered for seven years,
in this plain of existence,
I'm jeered.
I feel shards of niceties
prick my skin,
in most unfavored ways,
merely on a whim.
Blood flows,
heart breaks,
mind is born-again.
I know the frame of life sits in the pane,
and the light is bright enough to blind.
Yet on I shine...
shameless as a piece of glass.
Abel, the armored lancer, was a shameless adulterer not able
to give up for an hour the company of beautiful Anabel;
" I'm allowed to court anyone! " he squeaked out aloud,
" Why must an adulteress be cursed, to me it's superstitious!
I prefer sensual Anabel! She never denies my desires!
I won't bow and crawl! No angry Pope can make me cow!"
" I am joining the Crusaders and take Anabel with me,
in Jerusalem I will announce my bethrothal to her;
ah, my gracious wife Mary, you won't be so merry!
If they arrest me, a bale of jewel will guarantee my bail!"
And if the infidels kill me, " Anabel, send a message to my beloved Mary:
" I ask to be forgiven, not forgotten...I was very unfaithful to you;
in every battle I saw your devoted face so tearful, it was terrible...
I am too troubled and traumatized by this guilt which will bring me death."
Shameless Suzy was swinging so high
she went almost straight up to the sky.
Right nearby her there stood
a new guy from the hood.
Up her skirt he was trying to spy.
Shameless Suzy surely was daring,
for she laughed and swang on not caring
when the guy called, "Hee hee,
for your undies I see."
No knickers was she even wearing!
March 1, 2021
for Tania Kitchin's Two Limericks - Let's Have Some Fun! Poetry Contest
So you’re all probably thinking
that these winter months sure are dull,
and I bet that you are wishing
from something to break the lull.
What if I were to tell you
that it all can end right now,
that there’s a new book out there
That will make you all say, “Wow!”
TALES OF THE FAR WANDERERS,
that’s the title you need to seek,
and I am not just saying that
because it's written by me.
I say it because this fine book
has action and adventure galore,
a true rollicking, rolling romp
that will leave you shouting,”More!”
It’s set in a medieval future
twenty thousand years removed,
with Mount Rushmore half in ruins,
worshipped by believers true.
There are strange fertility dances
that catch our heroes off-guard,
and chases over long prairie
against slavers gone too far.
There’s trading towns more dangerous
than any rugged wilderness,
and woods containing bow-men
who put to shame the very best.
There are sieges in a lonely keep,
and a roaming half-man man,
there’s a king who takes any woman
who he thinks can bring him land.
There’s a hero with no home left,
and his girl, the last of her kind,
they fight tooth-and-nail just to survive
in a world that’s lost to time.
They are heroes holding to what’s true
in a land of brutes and thugs,
so great I think you’ll forgive me
for this truly shameless plug…
TALES OF THE FAR WANDERERS,
Available now on Amazon.
There’s even a short epic poem in there, near the end.
It’s awesome. You should all go buy it.
Right now.
Why are you still reading this? Go.
Trees’ leaves were ripped off,
leaving nakedness behind
with teasing winter:-
Nude trees not ashamed
as winter winds teased them;
their hope barked in spring:-
Through thrusting winter,
naked trees never gave in;
waiting coming leaves:-
______ The Shameless Bird, perched high with glee,
Barks at the tree, as bold as can be.
I offered food for its family's delight,
Yet it barks at me, a curious sight.
Just like this bird, so shamelessly free,
Some people in life act quite similarly.
Ignoring kindness, they persist in their ways,
Ungrateful and bold, through all of their days.
But let's not judge too harshly, you see,
For life's a complex tapestry.
Sometimes, the shameless have lessons to share,
In their boldness, they may reveal what's rare.
So, observe the Shameless Bird with a smile,
And ponder the lessons it may compile.
For in its audacity, there might just be,
A glimpse of ourselves, both wild and free.
Its wide mouth opens
As if it were serenading the night
And fallen upon the priceless womb,
But the pleasure through it
Ought to be the beginning of a half-folded thought!
Heat absorbs through the window but times have changed.
A cold, frightening breeze holds it's weight on the day.
Momentary worries fill your head as the curtains close in.
Reunited with evil isn't considered a sin.
Because I know now through God hate drives all good things away. Grace moves to accept
them either way, love offers this with all its fortitude, generosity of spirit. Hope and fate
believe in this cry mercy remain willing, open in their welcome, for all to embrace them,
through faith.
Joy victorious proclaims this peace, "His love always sustains!" Time tick tock tick tock still all
hands together they weep for this, because they know trammeled lagging behind the devil's
hate forever remains.
Determinative manifest its genuine ignominy, and ignorance persist.
Grown up the weeds fixed in place dug in deep beneath sprouting-up-all-around-them-their-
heart-of-hearts I see them peregrinating along with me as I go on down my way as they go
higher and higher grown up along tall cold stone dusty walls quietly quelling everyone,
everything in their efforts even the innocent cry of the voice of liberty bellowing out around-
above-and within the walls for all the trammeled ones rightful claim to blamelessness.
Love aware hearing this storms-in-breaks through the ramparts overtly offers for all its'
clemency wishing yes wanting only for them to know this shameless way, granting them,
absolution.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18CJGlp5eiI