Best Statement Poems
I rose not like flower or like tree
Not like eagle's hubris in the sun
Old skin shed in the divided city
Last clone of a manhood almost done
And so I tasted the salt that lingered in blood
When the sea was pushed to the edge
And the land was wet and squirming in mud
I was in the litter of its self-knowledge
I know my city better now, where met
The passions of my birth, life is beautiful
But shallow here, much to regret and forget
But I will exhume me from the bountiful
Shallowness and litter, I will my heart
To the silent stars and write my life
In words of truth. Montego Bay, let me start
In you, the doldrums where the fear was rife.
It was not the wind, but the fire that sent
My mother descending through smoke of tears
Along the pavement hard without lament
And her three children pined at crowded stairs
My brother was swallowed by the city's mire
My sister's drug was her desire, she called
Eight from her flesh to mother's feast of prayer
Thank you God for your mercies that enthralled
That's context now, while I bleat my life
From the ghetto's battlefield to stable and school
Something provoked my hunger and strife
Something led like a pen along the edge of a rule
For I have smelled the cordite fumes of death
And the magic scent of ganja on slum night air
I from school have fled and gasped for breath
Along a street where splintered blood appeared
So I dispense this news for you struggling child
Wriggling sand to walk out of my burning shoes
Soon I shall strip away the mask pile by pile
Promise you will dance, dance slowly to my blues
I give you more than wax feathers for the sun
For old Sisyphus by labor endless was worn down
And did not see the rise sinking to the run
In each man's failure another man's victory abound.
To be faithful and true, honest and good, that’s anyone’s mission in life if they could
But I want to be rich, famous, and a fantastic celebrity
Then I could share out my wealth with those less fortunate than me.
I only want a heart that is free.
To be content with life and me.
I want the space and room to grow.
To reap the harvest of seeds I sow.
To live, work, and take care of mine.
And at the end of the day, bask in the sunshine.
To put forth my hand in an endeavor.
To fearlessly move into forever.
To not be held back by hesitation or fear.
To chase down more than just what is here.
To get up and taste what I am made of.
To jump in both feet, into life, happiness, and love.
To build my dreams with my own hand.
And to have the freedom to do and be, as much as I can,
For as long as time and space will allow me.
Sarah Comstock
9-19-2010
“Contemplation of self” is an “Art and Love”
“water is life” and a “a walk in nature”
“Without you” i’m “Broken Hearted”
“I Can Be That Child Again”to enjoy my “quietus”
“without you” “The Pen in My Hand” prevaricates
“Essays on Eternal Pages” until “a door opens”
“changing and shifting” towards a “delicate memory”
“He Gave Her A Book” “live in a breath”
“beyond my window” “Love” “recesses of my mind”
“whispering wind” and “emerald caress”
restores my mood and reinvigorate my rind
“We See What We to Want See’ like “snow kisses”
“Peace, Love, Hope and Joy” and “roses red”
“A Bridge Called Forgiveness” and “Parakeets, I
Have Loved”
“A Silent Girl” and a “SUNFLOWER”
“This Heart of Mine” is in a “dream”
Note:
This is a statement of praise, inspired by the work of poetess Rama, and is made to honor Constance la France, the wonderful poetess, who is always ready to offer support, explain problems, and help others. I appreciate her poetry and eloquent expressions as well, and her posts do a lot to brighten my day.
The entire poem is built around Ms Constance's long list of titles, with only a few words added to present it as a poem in its entirety.
Written: June 18, 2021
Title Wave Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
Did you hear about the time the Doc was on the clock?
Apparently an actor took a shot
At the President who was enjoying the theater in a special spot
Being popular knowing the right team had won
Waiting for revenge carrying a smoking gun
This stage performer
Made the country stop everything to be mourners
Got his way when the civil war leader was in the corner
Unlike the President who took it in the head
Theatrically this toy fled
Since he was not dead
A farmhouse destination he did run
Looking desperately for a fan to help him after what he had done
And the Doc let him in
To tend to his sin
With a scream and shout
His trained vocals let it out
Biting the bullet once again
Due to anger he could not defend
Today honest Abe sits in a marble cast
Reminding us of our checkered past
Next time when you are sitting in a diner’s booth
Feeling like you want to hit the roof
Remember hitting and running is the way of the game
While scoring a goal brings fame not shame
Playing fair
Makes people care
And they will come back to be there
Nice partners clapping the activity production they both share
A choreographed athletic entertaining love affair
I don’t care about your colour
I don’t care about your creed
I don’t care about your gender
Or about your sexual need
Don’t care if you like Blue Peter
While I’m a fan of Jackanory
Don’t care if you’re misguided
And go and vote for the Tory
I don’t really care if you appear
As mad as a mad hatter
We all have our quirks so
That really doesn’t matter
If I like you I like you
And That’s just fine
If I don’t I don’t
Not your problem but mine
Whatever our divergences
We all have the right expect
In our day to day life to
Be treated with due respect
So if we meet we’ll greet politely
Each symbolically raise his hat
Pass a comment on the weather
Maybe have a little chat
And, maybe when we part
We can part with a smile.
I don’t care about your foibles
Your race, colour, creed, lifestyle,
And, if in the future we meet
Who knows where, or even when,
We can meet as friendly equals
And maybe laugh and chat again.
I don’t care about your colour
I don’t care about your creed
I don’t care about your gender
Or about your sexual need
Don’t care if you like Blue Peter
While I’m a fan of Jackanory.
Don’t care if you’re misguided
Enough to go and vote Tory
J-ust
E-xpound
S-weet
S-tatement
E-xpressing
L-ovely
L-ine's
E-normous
J-oy
A-s
V-erse
I-s
E-asily
R-ead
Topic: Birthday of Jesselle Javier (September 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Multicultural Britain
(An Unapologetic Statement)
Two “Festivals of Light” there are
Each and every year
The Jewish have their Hanukah
And Hindus their Diwali cheer
The end of Ramadan brings Eid il Fitr
The Muslim fasting's passed
The Welsh National Eisteddford
Culture, craft, songs not surpassed
There is the pagan Betain
That Celtic Festival of Fire
And the famous summer Solstice
Stonehenge, druids and sun inspire
Halloween crosses boundaries
Between Christian and Heathen
Leading on into November
Honouring death and ghosts of men
But amid all this Britain is
A bastion of Christianity
While accepting all religions
They too should be made to see
That in our tolerance still we stand
With our ceremonies and feasts in tact
Our Lent, Easter and Christmas
This is a simple statement of fact
Please don’t tread upon these rights
Which we’ve defended for years
Don’t rename our traditions
And cause confusion or trite fear
The Godless in society
Can rant and claim new ground
But faith is our foundation
And that foundation is very sound
So it IS a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too
The Scots can call is Hogmanay
Because they have and always do
It is a happy holiday
To all despite their creed
To each give them utmost respect
In thought and word and deed
But let us all remember
Respect is a two way street
Do not dictate our policies
Among people that you meet
This country was here before you came
And settled on these shores
This is the British way of life
That you’ve chosen, now, as yours
So let the religions flourish
And none to those who’ve none
And live in total harmony
Until our time is done
I'll be as kind as I can be, practicing sincerity.
I'll do my best at what I'm best at doing,
but what I can't do well, I won't be ruing!
For Rick Parise's 1-3 Line Poetry -
Your Life "Mission Statement" Poetry Contest
As I watched,
like a lion with its prey
the wave growled and snarled
while crouching, preparing to pounce.
Rushing up the sloping shingle beach,
it reached out and dragged pebbles
down into its lair.
I heard
the rasping raking of the beach tumbling
pell-mell and headlong into the sea
and saw
stones spewed out as leftovers
in the next cold wave of grey water,
breaking in trails of white foam
along the coastline.
I watched
the wind-blown spray
and the black clouds over grey water
threatening and evil;
a wave rose, a hooded cobra
striking the rocks of the breakwater
before devouring them.
I listened
to the plaintive cries of
a young herring gull high above the sea,
blown sideways by the gale.
But
full twenty feet from the shore
the black-clad cormorant sat securely smug
on a post, the predator’s perch.
A swift, triumphant swoop filled his beak with supper
and I watched as he flew away.
Society is not only ignorant. It is generally cowardly. Society and it's foolish cronies generally preach justice, freedom, and equality and yet too often practice injustice, promote slavery, and stubbornly too often insist on inequality.Welcome to hell, but I would prefer heaven, thank you.
Invictive
Licentious Offense - Vilify Emotions
Yielded Offer Unveiled
Becoming Ugly Theatrics
In Contentious Another New Terrible
Humorous Accusation - Violent Explosion!
Yelling out! - Understood.
Intruding
Losing over violent escapes
You’re often unavailable
Because unappreciative Terror
I could ask nefarious timing
How addictively vicious – enticing
Yellow Optics Uncanny
Dec. 5th/9th 2014
Written By J. Thornton
#1
I weigh way too much
serendipitous fashion
jeans are low riders
#2
I weigh way too much
suspender’s keep ass covered
gravity loses
Long Tooth
July 24, 2016
Hello friends and future friends. I hope my
choice of my poetic form is totally absurd.
I don't even know what an Epithalamium is;
so if you are looking for this form, I'm sorry
to disappoint. I haven't posted in awhile, and
perhaps it may be a bit instead of me just
blurting out my mind through my mouth.
I just got vack from a recent trip to
Cartagena, Colombia and have been
writing a collection.
I am going to title it "poems from a broard";
the broad in this case is mi Musa Melissa.
(Maureen, Melissa said you are beautiful
and kept saying "weeeeee" [your last comment]
Presently I am trying to organize poems that
I wrote on my trip as well as a lot written in the
airport waiting to reluctantly leave Cartagena.
Please por favor keep in mind that I would like
to present this as if a book; but know only 10
poems for a period of 24 hours.; so hang in
there with me and I will start to share.
Thanks to all the folks I have met here,
and the folks I hope to meet. Blessings!!!
For me or for you?
Make a statement. Be yourself.
Stand out in the crowd