Best Tribune Poems
smeltering a soveriegnty sent forth from the center of 2 + 2
and branding beliefs with the benefits of interstellar iron,
smoke waving wakefully from flesh feeling fresh from a firefight with Freedom,
unlatching the lock of Liberty with endurance elegant & unabashed,
could Moses manackle my motivations with a burning bias,
would Augustus Caeser cruxify me for minting my own coin,
does the Magna Carta make men Subjects, represented labor,
do government classrooms train Citizens coyly
to kiss the whip of the wealthy, pledge to be collateral,
truth my Tribune, empathy my educator, ability the enabler,
decisions are for me to regret or applaud, keep your mind cuffs away,
I reserve the Right not to consent or comply with a jurisdiction outside of myself,
Right to Acquisition a promise in my purview, might the arbitraitor,
when unable to house the white fire of Spirit
I shall receive the roadway to the great Law of Consequence,
finding friendship in the Unity of immaterial community,
that campfire where sensativity to sadness stokes a heat of healing
an exodus from the conflict of passions,
an entry into natural oblivion, membership to complete comprehension -
J.A.B.
Categories:
tribune, adventure, endurance,
Form:
Epic
Wake Up My Children! Wake Up!
A creature of many faces stalks you,
A human chameleon devoid of soul.
He hides not in the shadowy corner,
But among you, under the unwary eye.
Do not be fooled by this great pretender;
A white hat may adorn his head,
But blackness fills his vacant heart.
Be wise my children! Beware!
He's the crown prince of trickery.
He's the grand master of disguise.
This creature can masquerade in godly robes
while writhing painfully under their holiness.
Evil can spout prophetic words like a tribune
while the lie festers under his tongue.
He's a true disciple of the damned.
Wake up my children! Wake up!
Do not be mesmerized by this alluring creature.
With his apparent straight talk and honesty
He can make you a mindless believer.
But he's a liar and a charlatan.
He hides behind a wall of illusion,
Preying on the fears of the ignorant,
And captivating the ears of the innocent.
Categories:
tribune, dark, evil,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve a vast store of mem’ries about Chicago
as I’ve lived there for a couple of years
helping out in the parish of many immigrants,
especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.
I’ve made friends and a number of them
still continue to correspond by emails;
it’s like a treasure-trove of relationships -
where friendship makes a big difference.
I still remember when I get invitations
from people of other cultures in their homes;
their different cuisines and customs,
a great experience, a wealth of culture.
Chicago’s known for many attractions,
home of architecture with modern skyscraper
the neo-gothic Tribune Tower in the north
along with white Wrigley building in the city;
rich in architectural history, a sight to behold!
Its classic and modern architecture so far,
complements each other in visible terms,
with innovative ideas and creative designs
a special city with marvelous history.
Daniel Burnham, the famed architect,
designed the Merchandise Mart and others
significant to his life like ‘Paris on the Prairie’,
a tapestry of combined art of old and new.
Renowned architects with their respective styles
such as Frank Lloyd Wright and his prairie designs,
Louis Sullivan and his visible ornate facades
Ludwig Miles van der Rohe for modern styles.
Oh, Chicago, known also as the Windy City
so rich in history and its uniqueness too,
the time when a huge fire razed the city
destroyed lovely buildings in 1871.
Well, with the growing skyscrapers in the city
Chicago Spire, for instance, with its 150 stories
designed by a renowned architect Calatrava,
stands as the tallest building in North America.
With the so-called Trump Tower in its 92 stories
and then, Waterview Tower with its 90 stories,
Sears Tower, the skyscraper with its 110 stories,
that’s the only tallest among buildings in the U.S.
Oh well, this is Chicago in the landscape of beauty,
as a windy city, as well as a gateway to reality;
there’s meaning to trace back in history
there’s continuing progress towards this century.
Categories:
tribune, faith, happiness, history, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
They sent Jamal to detention
for saying "********"
yet he saw a billboard of the "KKK
with the president"
Maria cried when Emily told her
"If you say "f*** again, we won’t be friends"
but Maria heard that "they’re building a wall on CNN"
When Mohamed told Jenny, you have a "big a**"
She practiced her jujitsu and punched him in the face
While eating halal meat for dinner he heard,
"We’re banning people of the Muslim faith"
Danielle sat on the sidelines during the soccer finals
She was red-carded for saying "you’re sh**" to their rivals
but in Time Magazine she read,
"In Mississippi they’re refusing service to homosexuals"
Ahusaka was in his room today
tweeting to his followers about the super bowl
He didn’t go snowboarding
He called John a "mofo"
Ding, a notification on Ahusaka’s phone
from the Chicago Tribune
"The new administration is pushing through,
the pipeline under Standing Rock Sioux"
Jamal, Maria, Mohamed, Danielle and Ahusaka
paid their dues
but who's held accountable for "the silen* cur** wor** of the mighty few"
Categories:
tribune, america, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
Diminishing virtues stripped away
From the flesh
By the fierce brined rods that freely
Course thy hot crimson blood;
Dry cracked lips attempting to
Fashion broken words of compliance
That so must needs to be spoken...
But...Ohhh, Meretrix...
My foolish and innocent child -
If you but only could!
Consider, Meretrix,..humility!
To which pleasure one thus
Submitted
Guiltily discovers:-
The joy in the act or posture of
Lowering oneself in relation to
Others.
For in your anguished dis-repair
You will find strength to endure and
Embrace:-
The acceptance of all your defects
And ultimate seduction
In the power of your:-
"Submission to Divine Grace"!
I will adorn you in the yellow Toga
Of the Vestal virgins,
They whom wise Augusta did abhor;
Burden upon you with an Imperial
Tax
Imposed by perverted Caligula:
Whither all Matronly protestations he
Didst dismissively ignore;
My Tribune forcefully exact -
When employing you in the
Degenerated role
Of my most reluctant Whore!
Clasp jeweled anklets abouts your
Shapely bones,
Decorate upon you like fired and
Painted porcelain figurines;
Whilst all the while, as your lost mind
Bemoans,
Choking between involuntary gurgles
And low-pained, stifled screams,
The gagged mouth bites down
Amidst salivating sounds
Borrowed from the hurtling
Nightmares
Of your darkest dreams!
For I will lift you higher than the
Tallest mountain peak...
So you may gaze with awe over all
The innumerable Kingdoms and their
Proud tyrant Kings;
Of the many differing species of all
Mankind type things...
And of the immeasurable riches
They so endlessly seek.
Lower you to the solitudes of the
Grassed floors
That sweep across the sunken
Valleys deep;
Where, besides enchanted streams,
Violated Nymphs quietly weep
For Abels broken schemes;
Now, tragically, all taken apart;
And for the wicked callousness
Of fallen man...
Whose desperate greeds ripped out
His live brothers still beating heart -
Then tore at the living throat of
The one true Gods Holy Lamb!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Categories:
tribune, philosophy,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Father who art in Heaven if it be thy will,
On my blessed wedding day bid me to fulfill,
Each vow I take with humble heart and grant me to intrust,
This man I choose forever more until the earths in crust.
Please give me understanding and the power to forgive,
And add consideration to this new life I must live.
Help me O'er the rough roads for rough roads there shall be,
Making the joy of happiness live 'til eternity.
If I try and try I will, dear Lord I shan't forget,
Your helping hand has guided me past the word regret.
So once again, I beg dear Lord, Please linger by my side,
The day I change from a silly girl, to a woman and a Bride!
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Many years ago, Prayer of a Bride was featured in the Bridal Society Section of the Chicago Tribune. I was thrilled-no money
Judy Konos
Categories:
tribune, romantic,
Form:
Light Verse
How long will I be free?
In this great county of sovereignty.
Will my rights be taken soon?
Or, will we the people; sing our last tribune?
Will I still have a right to choose?
Or, will we be puppets of the governments muse?
Will I loose my freedom to worship?
Or, in the end will we be larruped?
Will I still have freedom to own land?
Or, will we have to give up everything in the end?
Will I still have a right to bare arms?
Or, will we have to succumb to harm?
Will we have to give up all our freedoms?
Will we be able to salute to our flag and sing our athem?
If the goverment has its way.
We will all loose our say.
When it is all said and done..
Our freedom and rights will be gone.
Categories:
tribune, angst, introspectionfreedom, rights,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Presentation on Three Stooges by Coshocton Tribune.
Curly and Shemp
*Jerome Lester Horwitz,
often dimmer than your wits,
famously known as Curly Howard, one of the three stooges,
his slapstick comedy split our sober from laughter like being in centrifuges.
*Samuel Horwitz,
a mind filled crackers, no ritz,
Lithuanian Jewish mom says "Sam" with her accent came out "Shemp",
like the original three, ad-libbing and wisecracks, **filled baby bro's shoes as his temp.
*Five brothers; Irving, Benjamin, Samuel (Shmuel), Moses (Moe), Jerome (Curly)
**Curly's ill-fated stroke caused Shemp to return as his original stooge self or Moe and Larry comedy series would have ended.
2021 September 29
*2nd Place*
Clerihew 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 October 29
The Three Stooges
Categories:
tribune, brother, celebrity, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Clerihew
Villanelle: Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune
Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune
Does he who strums vocal chords show them the ropes
Whoever wields the baton sure calls the tune
The sergeant-major pulls rank when opportune
Though captains and majors aren’t exactly dopes
Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune
To the Western ear the Eastern’s mono-tune
Do harps and harpsichords belong in same groups
Whoever wields the baton sure calls the tune
Do the Police join the band to play to tribune
Or just one or two here and there simply mopes
Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune
Blame must fall if blame at all on top dog goon
The mess people in power make envelopes
Whoever wields the baton sure calls the tune
The blame for this world the way it has been sewn
Goes for whatever makes possible human dopes
Crooks leaders and louts do they sing the same tune
Whoever wields the baton sure calls the tune
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Categories:
tribune, betrayal, leadership, power, ,
Form:
Villanelle
The sunset is beautiful thing
About it sonnet they can sing
But this sunset is of ancient king
And his eerie persona changes everything
The golden army he would create
But to disappear long before Christ was born was his fate
The armies’ power was great
And the king governed large estate
The world war two came
Germans would kill and maim
The partisans would fight back just the same
Destroying German supply was their aim
In modern times under pines there is old unmarked grave
Of a lost partisan that fought so brave
And who his life for freedom gave
For brighter day and future for his children to save
If at war time golden army was alive
In those difficult days it would thrive
And very quickly occupiers away it would drive
Being more ferocious than hornets invading bee hive
Looking at the grave underneath pine and poplar in which wind would sing
The mother of lost soldier hears of ancient king
She would give anything
To see her son alive her heart would sing
Under the light of full moon
Singing white roses sorrowful tune
Wearing long clothes that make her look like a goon
She crosses the forest street to grave where lays her son the tribune
The ancient king would use math
To create genetic soldiers that would unleash their wrath
To destroy enemies who with him were on war path
It was combination of higher consciousness, genetics, magic and math
That what made his power so sublime
Is that he was master of time
He would use special enzyme
To generate his soldiers that did not fear the very time
But king died long ago
Before his army against his foes would go
For mother of the partisan it was a sad thing to know
Remembering it later as she stood by the grave through rain and snow
She learned about this secret during the war
If than she could have than bring the golden army to the war
It would be bizarre
Ending to the war
Somewhere in pine forest before the grave woman is sitting
For her lost son she is weeping
She is seen by someone who tries to recreate experiment of the king
But for her son is too late to do anything
Categories:
tribune, fantasy, war,
Form:
Rhyme
On Saturday or Sunday B-4 the fourth of July ,
Paperboys wood deliver the day of the dead book & I doent know why !
It had the names and addresses of everyone hoo died in the last year !
But Yude have 2 check the sales papers 2 see if thair was a sale on beer !
It's hevvyest thing in the paper ever And it could take all day !
And thay diddint even give us inny extra pay !
The sun times let us deliver that stuff on Saturdays
Win the paper diddint have inny wayt ! But the tribune diddint
Bring those stuffings until Sunday's so it felt like frate !
Sum of us wood get 2 the offices at ayround midnite !
So we could be thrue by 8-A.M. , win we could bie
4 ice cream boxes 4 a dollar at walgreens &
It wood ease the pane , so people wood be less likeley
2 go insane !...
Categories:
tribune, america, analogy, art,
Form:
Bio
The Aye See See,
Demands! All rogues to the Hague!
Not so! Argues Ay You,
Our justice is tribune and divine,
Yours - archaic and Roman!
With insolent rage she defies,
And vows to send all her rogues,
Not to the Hague, but to her courts!
And insists - they alone can judge!
You Es Ay bellows and threatens!
Amidst the furore Aye Am Ef,
Her funds she withdraws,
But to no avail, Ay You sticks to her guns!
And insists, when it comes to her rogues,
She alone is sovereign!
Stunned, they seek a You En resolution,
Which only You Es Ay can enforce!
Categories:
tribune, political
Form:
Rhyme
Gossip is as fast
As the light, easy and free,
Tame the tongue at last.
Categories:
tribune, analogy, character, culture, wisdom,
Form:
Haiku
The dedication of this journalist gem
Whose writing, brought down
Drug dealing men
Eire's Sunday Tribune
And Sunday's Business Post
Newspapers of note, for in them she wrote
But it was the criminal world
And her writings so splendent
That craved her to write for the Sunday Independent
This brave reporter put her life on the line
To reveal to her country
Their drug filled slime
To avoid libel
Pseudonyms she chose
To protect the paper, from legal blows
Drug dealers uncovered
Showing their ill gotten gains
Irrespective of lives and families pains
Threats turned to visits, firing shots at her home
To deter her uncovering
In her investigative roam
Three months later she was shot in the leg
But the dedication of her
Thousands of newspapers were read
Near Newlands Cross
On the outskirts of Dublin
On a motorbike, two men with a gun
At a traffic light junction
With a Magnum .357
Ireland's Journalist Jewel, was taken to heaven
The name of this gem
Veronica Guerin
" In memory of a brave woman, wife and mother who took on the
criminal underworld in Dublin, Eire "
Categories:
tribune, death, dedication, devotion, history,
Form:
Rhyme
I had a walk through her majesty,
I walked through fascinations
For ages,-
White peaks,foaming wine,quenched
Athirst me,
Deep down the dense wild valley
Flowed a tribune,
I of bathed my senses.
For her necklace it was nature itself
For her girdle-ring it was nature itself.
A heart so passionate
And lively compassionate,
Reason was her mantel ornate.
Elfin smiles and lucid looks on her
It were elegance and mischief together.
I saw hermits and angels
Competing earnestly,
I saw monks in caves meditating desperately;-
An artifact of creator's every single imagination.
Categories:
tribune, lovenature, nature,
Form:
Free verse