Best Unflinchingly Poems
Stop being so downcast!
Stop feeling so blue!
And please, stop caring about how many here like you!
On this planet we have but a short time here.
Don't you understand this basic truth?
There is nothing to fear!
Don't come here to be a comment collector.
Reply to comments for heaven's sake!
Please don't be just a selfish taker!
Someone took time to not only read but comment!
You let them sit ice cold, so arrogantly bold.
Some will like you, some will not.
So, laugh, get a tall, cool glass of apricot nectar,
And let the arrogant rot!
If you ever get insulted, get a screenshot!
Big whoop if poets go in another direction!
Ta-ta, au-Revoir~you don't need to be, by them, to be
detected!
The arrogant here think they are by the very God selected?
They by pass your poetry as if it were garbage, freshly collected?
You can see it in their "perfect poetry"
Always a race to be at the top of the poetry tree.
Rarely, will they comment to thee.
You must first comment to them on humble,bended knee?
Looking in mirrors, it's only themselves they see!
Just, please pen some words from your very special heart!
Not Shakespearian wannabes, such pretentious smarts!
There are marvelous poets here, genuine people
I praise them from the highest steeple!
Put on the page, whatever you feel,.above all else, be
unflinchingly real.
And when you go to bed each night, oh my.
How happy and accomplished you will be!
That you are a genuine poet not a poet-groupie!
April 10, 2020
1am PST
Categories:
unflinchingly, encouraging, inspiration, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
coming out of the frame,
in evening without a sun, unflinchingly,
he said, he was talking to his father
daily, in his mind, who was in grave,
(when he was on ventilator)
about a lesson of deception, about the things
evolved in endogamy,
cherubic, it seems, but there was water on the moon too,
in solitude, on gravel, under the rocks ;
he kept on washing his hands for hours,
to remove the dirt and stigma, gathered on shaking
the lamps around the dark and then he started
collecting the flowers from the embroidery
of clouds
do not cry in the afternoon
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unflinchingly, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form:
More rocks than soil on those flinty hills
Where he tilled the grudging land.
He chopped the sprouts and manned the plow,
With cracked and callused hands.
No stranger to adversity,
Through hard and bitter years
He wet the dusty, stony ground
With a poor man’s sweat and tears.
He was not a man you’d hear complain,
Though hard times dogged his trail.
He faced the foe unflinchingly;
His courage never failed.
He cried unto his unseen Friend,
A Friend who always hears--
To the One who sees and understands
A poor man's sweat and tears.
The legacy he left behind
Was not of wealth or fame.
On history’s golden pages
You will not find his name.
He lived a simple, honest life,
In a world that little cares.
His name was written in the dust
In a poor man's sweat and tears.
No rocks, no sprouts, no callused hands
Where he safely dwells today,
In that everlasting Eden,
Beyond the Milky Way.
Where hope ends in reality
And joy relieves all fears--
A garden where no one is poor--
And no more sweat and tears.
Categories:
unflinchingly, father, life, on work
Form:
How many couples on honeymoon, read poetry aloud
or novels to each other?
Some do consider that a highly, loving, memorable treasure.
On a honeymoon, dare you say?
My unforgettable memory, that I would unflinchingly repeat,
just bring me back to that day!
Cable car bells ringing in the San Francisco night, oh
so softly heard.
The background to us, newlyweds, such sweet,tender,
young love birds.
Surrounded by the City's etereal gauze-like moist fog.
How I watched your eyes dance over the words.
Making my heart shine like glowing embers on a log!
I really was so complete with you.
More than any of the finest words can say!
Simply just we two, our love-ghosts still reading can be
heard, over forever our ~City by the Bay.
May 16, 2020
4pm PST
Poem # 1271
Categories:
unflinchingly, love, marriage,
Form:
Rhyme
I told her I didn't care,
eyes open wide with innocence,
seeping hatred
through the cracks in my retina.
I felt her draw her yellow-parchment
skin over me, like a web
of history and headlines -
years and years of forgotten words
burning themselves into my memory
for the second time, only
dirtier.
I smiled as she took over my
gag-reflex, swimming
over the muscles along my spine,
tantalizing all my knuckles,
crackling at the tips of my hair.
I dreamed I sank my teeth into her
and snapped the bird-bones at the
hollow of her throat
and blew the sand that was her marrow
into a desert of insignificance.
I stood in the sky
and watched as I turned my face.
I watched my pupils fill up with tar
and I watched
her blood run down
my chin.
and I didn't
even
flinch.
** Written to describe one of the seven deadly sins... wrath
Categories:
unflinchingly, angst
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both
parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard
Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps
you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity
i hate you
Categories:
unflinchingly, august, baby,
Form:
Alliteration
I Am Jesus! I Am Judas!
I am Jesus! I am Judas!
Was newly engraved on the arm of my dear loved child.
'When?', asked I, 'Why so?', I trembled,
I hated the very idea of the body,
A gift of god to besmeared with tattoos.
He held my hand and spoke gently with a smile,
'Mother, you taught me when I was ever so young,
The angel and the devil do reside within us all'.
Meditating on this eternal truth for years have I,
Till I fully bloomed for all to observe.
At the stroke of midnight I was carried by an angel,
Over land and sea, till he lay me down
In the land of needles and lots of ink.
He whispered into my ear,
'Be the Jesus within and the Jesus without'.
Judas the dearest never to be forgotten!
Judas kills us and his life be the easiest,
Jesus elevates us, but his life be the hardest.
I have much to thank you, Mother!
To continue being so well grounded,
Is now my greatest endeavour.
I have unflinchingly engraved
On my right arm the strongest,
'I am Jesus! I am Judas!'
September13, 2015
Contest: Giving Thanks
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Categories:
unflinchingly, angel, faith, mother, son,
Form:
Narrative
When a precedent-busting pandemic is palling around the world
when its concomitant panic and pain freak out
it is your fine figures that are unflinchingly unfurled
e'en as proctective gears barely eke out.
Isolation wards owe you diligence and devotion
ICU hours witness your will and willingness in motion
solely concerned with failing lives' fate
you move heaven and earth against time
to wrest back the critical at Hade's gate
with your own forgotten at the sacrificial sublime.
Head o'er heels covered in colors cold
still you keep your hearts of gold
wherefrom bright hue beams
warm love streams
care and cordiality swathing afflicted lands
bundling up every bedside in blessing bands.
Sweat sieging forehead, you have smile snuggle both eyes
fatigue ravaging physique, you have patience station personalities.
Tandem consistency synchronizes and synthesizes
Hippocratic oath and your practice
kneading them into such an integrated tenacity
that the snaggiest terrestrial tmesis cannot tear apart;
Kindred fitness harmonizes and homogenizes
Asclepius' staff and your hands
melting them into such an uncanny continuum
that the sharpest celestial kenning cannot tell apart.
How many grand writers' purple passages paled
and painting masters' soaring strokes flattened
as eminent ebullience of ekphrases encounters self-effacing eclipsers
you are the plainest messengers, the hope and healing disseminators
you are most colorful illuminators, the virtue and vitality vivifiers
Supreme entelechy of esthetics meets pluperfect interpreters.
Categories:
unflinchingly, eulogy, extended metaphor,
Form:
Verse
Parkland, Fla.
February 14, 2018
One more senseless mass homicide
twas the sole arbitrary aim
as a former student nonchalantly
sauntered empty hallways
seconds preceding blame
brazenly intent to maximize total killed
matter of factly telling police
(his incomprehensible)
(ill) logic he did explain
when cornered, he willingly,
unflinchingly, reticently admitted guilt
Nikolas Cruz rocketed
to instantaneous infamous fame
pulling a fire alarm
("FAKE") emergency,
then going leisurely ambling
along his killing spree
total of seventeen slain (comprising 3 faculty
and 14 students)
mercilessly gunned down
as if they were wild game
when handcuffed, an innocuous
19 year old did readily admit
emptying one firearm after another
at a fairly rapid clip
then at some predestined
or spurious moment didst dip
and dive out amidst
the chaotic madding crowd
before reality flopped then did flip
as lower teeth he nervously bit upper lip
made feeble getaway
at a nearby eatery casually flirted
with cashier and made no move to flit
upon his seizure as cornered prey
subsequently large tract
massively cordoned off
strong arm of the law
slightly halting in speech
detailed his gambit
deliberately staking
a stance to maximize hit
and once again afflicted parents lit
up with rancor and rage pit
toughly battling sorrow
which will not quit
til death doth bring peaceful rest
sans, those grieving family visit.
Categories:
unflinchingly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Elegy
i'd just been declared surplus to requirements by my boss
with bloodshot eyes i plodded home completely at a loss
oblivious of my ex-secretary's commiserations
mum's late stage cancer portended impending tribulation
what bruised my heart was my boss' betrayal
his reward for my being unflinchingly loyal
my mind raced to dad's Dane gun, and a well knotted noose, and lethal pills
just one good hot and my sorrows will cease
somehow the thought of my fiancé filled my mind
she was of heaven-so gentle and kind
i'll stay for her. oh such a dear!
i whistled generously, passers by stare
the angelic fiancé turned out a fiendish spouse
she wouldn't cook, she wouldn't work or even clean the house
my income vanished as it came and it was all her effort
she also nagged whenever i offered mum support
but it was her promiscuous lifestyle that often drove me senseless
young, old, rich and poor; she was just so shameless
my limit was reached the day i caught her with my erstwhile boss
homicide was the easier bet but i settled for divorce
to my utmost dismay, the judge added the burden of alimony
to the same unfaithful villain who had wasted my money
worse still outside the courtroom she gave a parting shot
"you were definitely the worst of the lot
even the old judge was much better than you
as was the vicar, the postman and your valet too"
i regained consciousness in the emergency room of a hospital
where i got to learn that my condition had been fatal
somehow, i had consumed some capsules of arsenic
i was just so lucky to have been found by Nick
with tears streaming down my face
i told the doctor all about Grace
for what seemed like ages, he stared blandly at me
then with lips quivering, he said these words to me
“this morning my wife and children were slain by a suicide bomber
i was all set for Israel when you were brought in coma
my duty is to save lives, so i couldn't let you waste yours
life may be mean to us but someone else has it worse
adversities are like batons, you must get them to win a relay race
sorry you just got divorced but therein lies your ace
being alive gives you the chance to get it right again
your ex-wife's loss will be another maiden's gain”
Categories:
unflinchingly, depression, cancer, mum,
Form:
Rhyme
Political Cartoonist
Political cartoonist extraordinaire that is Zunar the man...
Look at the sheer brilliance in the works of this this man....
A cartoonist long considered an antagonist for BN....
He is talented enough to rival the Datuk who created Lat the cartoon series....
An iconic cartoon all Malaysians readily indentifies with......
Lat brought worldwide fame and fortunes to its creator...
Heck, he was duly rewarded with a honorific Datuk title...
And as fairy tales ending go, he basked in the occasional limelight...
Keeping a low profile and do whatever was politically right...
But for Zumar the cartoonist, holding true to his political stand...
It has been a long running saga of persecution over the works from his pen...
He is up to his nose in charges brought up in the court of justice...
And some of his creative works are deemed seditious...
He has acquired international fame and status...
But in his countryland, the political masters reduce him to pariah status....
It is a tribute to the man that he still churns out satirical cartoon pieces...
Any lesser man would have folded or changed his political stand....
Given the myriad charges and persecution he has to withstand....
But for the artist in cartoonist Zunar, he persists unflinchingly....
To pursue his noble art of highlighting political wrongs in his cartoons...
Make no mistake, he is a genius at odds with the political masters...
He could have been even more famous, a high flying Datuk .....
If only he sell his political soul to the Devil and revel in the adulation....
Should he decide to change his alliance and be true to the establishment...
Categories:
unflinchingly, absence, blessing, celebration, community,
Form:
Free verse
When the dark mother enters through sleepface,
And dissolves every thought into nightmare or sweetlace,
Unrecorded distortions are applied from experience,
Undefined by dimension to subtly take shape.
Disturbing drafts of ideas,
Entranced by a vast shifting scape,
Where images bleed and twine in the synapse fire,
Drafting unreal scenarios without disbelief.
To leave and be free of the person you try to be,
Yielding control to near infinite possibility.
Now dream, unflinchingly, under your cover,
With a slumbering kiss in your head from the other.
Categories:
unflinchingly, dark, dream, fantasy, kiss,
Form:
Free verse
I close my eyes and dream of a space,
To call my own, my own personal place,
I hear voices around me, so muffled and contrived,
Do they not see me standing here, Am I still alive?
The air that fills my lungs, isnt it in yours as well?
And before you knew Salvation didnt you taste of a charring hell?
Ready to point fingers, ready to lay blame,
Do you know how I got here, from whence I came?
When did you earn the right to stand in judgement of me?
Have you blown the breath of life into another entity?
I am not above you nor do I claim to be,
I will not hide below you for the sake of my sanity,
I will stand stubbornly rooted and look unflinchingly upon your face,
And when you are ashamed enough, kindly step out of my personal space.
Categories:
unflinchingly, emo, feelings, judgement,
Form:
Couplet
TO GROUP AND TO BELIEVE
Man is a social animal
Yet he divides himself most finely
A niche for every aspect of living
He creates to make his life worthwhile
Religions despite their ultimate common goal abound
The soul is controlled as intimately
As is the believers’ will
It seems we must be members of a group
To exist
A flock willing or forced to be led
Each group is an exclusive sect
With its own claims to the rights to eternity
That on occasion harbours fanatics
The utopia of an all-embracing humanitarian society
Easily trampled
In order to boost membership
No room for the outsider
No compassion for the uninitiated
Only righteous indignation
When you do not belong
Praises are lifted high
To a god or a man who occasionally hears
The multi facets of this mighty being
A quagmire that only the zealots can wade through
Discrepancies in dogma and creed abound
Passionately the leaders defend the idiosyncrasies
Of a belief that on occasion
Has limited modern appeal
Their crusaders challenge all
Dissenters within cast out
With no brotherly love shown
The mind and body shackled to the leaders sense of
Right and wrong
Room only for soldiers to the cause
Who obey unflinchingly
How long till the great one above arrives
Here on earth
Where some would argue he should always be?
A chance to see the dogma becoming reality
To confirm its authenticity
Categories:
unflinchingly, religion, rights,
Form:
Free verse
vivacious rose's smile
unflinchingly love's Embrace
zephyr's fidgety
Inspired from "Love's embrace" a picture of rose of roof garden of
Demetrios Trifiatis uploaded on 03 September 2016 in face book
Categories:
unflinchingly, rose,
Form:
Haiku