Best Unproved Poems
The drum is sounding
From Queens in New York
Stretching to the horns of America
And the horns of Africa
Hear them applause
They call it the Trump drum of triumph
I sat on my chair of reeds
And looked towards north America
O, Horns of America!
Send your messengers across the pacific and be specific
Send waves of excitement for the Republican
U.S President elect---who entranced the long serving mother
The mother of United States who has done enough for the U.S
To stand on HER feet
Tell the world what a drum it is
Should it be a drum of war!
The trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat
Those are tourists at Las Vegas
Watching the Trump towers
Fathoming the towers would reform into a gold mine
A precious gold mine to America and the world
The Americas and the world at large in awe
But agape with an intriguing question
Will the Trump drum of triumph not sell America to the world?
Either, will it not sell the world to America?
Now that Trump needn’t a salary?
Does he have a business plan in his palace behind his unproved humility?
America wonders---the world looks on---hat trick or not!
Let the white house and the black house both keenly watch
The start of this political game
Should he meddle in his belly and ignore America and the world?
The Trump drum of triumph
Is offbeat
What is his say on gay-ism and lesbianism?
Where Barrack Obama was offbeat-ism
The practice that is against God-ism
Which spoils ten thousand American children daily-ism
A man kissing a man-ism
A woman kissing a woman-ism
Abominable act in the world traditional society-ism
How about Illuminati, the god worshipers that are barriers between God and mankind-ism?
Consult Trump’s priest-ism
To burn down all the shrines of Baphomet in Americas-ism
And the National church of bey where our men become unproductive-ism
By sacrificing their manhood-ism
They become infertile for life-ism
Heal the world again dear Trump-ism
Make my county South Sudan a country again-ism
And refrain from God’s wrath-ism
Only then will the Trump drum of triumph-ism
Not be offbeat-ism
Just a few lines I hereby write to let you know
that I, in my entirety am still alive,
care I give, when with pen perceiving you so slow
the words upon these lines, just in time will arrive.
You will not know the house, when you come on back home
twelve month ago the rent we defaulted, so we moved,
which was good for your mother, she’s too old to roam,
while it seems her affair with the rent man, unproved.
I’ve managed to get myself a really good job
having many hundreds of poor sods beneath me,
as greenkeeper, the graveyard grass I cut and swab,
that is when this terrible pain stops in my knee.
Your sister Edna has had a baby this week
not yet found out if baby boy or baby girl,
so don’t know if it’s got a tap to take a leak
or a hands free strikingly attractive pearl.
We both went to the doctor the other day
it’s your mother she is not keeping all that well,
the doctor placed a small tube down her passage way
said “Don’t talk”, I offered to buy, but wouldn’t sell.
Your uncle Raymond drowned last week in a large vat
this full of single malt whisky at the brewery,
workmates tried to save him, but he fought them off, drat,
cremated, fire took days to douse, come floury.
The weather is o.k.; it has rained twice this week
first off for three days, then the other for four days,
then undertaker rang, sounded very bleak
said, “Payment for grandma’s grave, or does not here stays”.
Oh! by the way I was to send you some money
but I forgot to place it in the envelope,
sealed it with kiss, thought you may think that’s funny
till you hear mum gave you to the charity “SCOPE”.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
the idea is not mine originally, it is
An adaptation of an Irish letter.
I once saw an old man with hair
the color of snow and in his hand,
He held two circulates of gold.
I asked the man what the rings
were for.
One, He said, is for the Young
and the other for the Old.
With questioning eyes, I looked
upon and as He explained,
I heard logic's song.
An in conclusive reasoning, He said
and then a comforting smile,
He gave, as He continued to say.
(The Young) " The heavy bodies
descend by gravity and again the
gravity is quality; Whereby a heavy
descends is an impertinent circle and
teaches nothing.
Meaning: The Journey Onward.
(The Old) " A circle which touches
the curve and close to the point more
nearly coincides with the curve than
hence is called; Circe of curvation.
Meaning: Coming Into Full Circle.
An unofficial association of people, I said
but the smart set goes there.
It's simple my Dear, He said;
A plane curve generated by one point
moving at a constant distance from a
fixed point, (The Young & The Old).
As He calculated the circumference of the
circle, again He spoke.
Every part of which is equally distant from
a point within it, is called: The Center, The Soul.
He spoke in logic in which I had never heard spoken.
A conclusion of a form of argument between two
or more unproved statements that in the end, prove
each other as one.
Alpha, Omega, The beginning and the ending,
a circulate of gold. The Young and The Old.
Ol’ Suzy
Remember ol’ Suzy Jackson?
That girl was a boat load of fun.
Kissing behind the shed,
till our faces were red,
and we knew we had found the one.
I thought I’d lost her when she moved;
leaving my love for her unproved.
But, I found her again;
and I asked for her hand.
Now my lonely heart has been soothed.
for the Whisper Sweet Nothings contest. 11/17/2017
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you"....A Rambling Poet
The youthful beauty of an unlined face,
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness comes when beauty dwells within,
No need to fear effect of time’s swift pace.
Though chance of fate can its bright radiance dim
And leave sad mark on that beloved face.
Beauty untried is beauty quite unearned;
Fair to behold with worthiness unproved.
The cherished face with lines of living burned
Will to true lover surely be more loved.
The beauty not reflected in the glass
Remains when more apparent charms doth pass..
By: Joyce Johnson
lFor Constance , A Rambling Poet's contest "Writing In The Sublime"
Won a 7th place
I saw a side of a friend
I couldn’t trust or ever mend
Behaviour so crazy
it completely changed me
disturbing, unnerving
and it was reoccurring
Publicly placed
with a spaced face
I said excuse please
stood firm and refused me
later marching at me
saying can you move please
when I would move
and create some room
stopped looking moody
like I shouldn’t move usually
done to prove
nobody moves
when the word
excuse
Is a word that’s used
annoyed I moved
with the point unproved
Then lying about me
saying I alone see
odd activity
that therefore must be
my imaginary
unaware that your mum
had observed what you’d done
I was not the only one
so your lie was undone
You were blindly suggestive
and passive aggressive
aiming in my direction
repeatedly in collection
I was trying to help you
as your mental health blew
and you set out to get me
slander upset me
asserting authority
treating me horribly
attempts to control
that never took hold
and all of my senses
saw no coincidences
you told me before
of the gas pipe on the wall
that you would pull loose
exploding when a lighter is used
and it happened in fact
where I would have been sat
but the person was stood
a few feet back
causing physical harm
and a bandaged arm
what gets me though mate
If I was sat that’s my face
Thank god I vacated
that day I escaped it
I’d never come back
you’re weird and that’s fact
and that would be that
but you couldn’t adapt
factually rejected
but you couldn’t accept it
spreading this lie
we were good and alls fine
but that wasn’t true
forever done with you
and the shock on display
telling you go away
people confused
It’s out of the blue
they listened to you
when you lie as you do
overtime my consistence
has kept me at distance
nothing has changed
I left cus you’re strange
The youthful beauty of an unlined face
Unsullied by the use that lies ahead
Has still the freshness of an unturned page.
A book to show its worth must have been read.
True fairness shows when beauty dwells within.
No need to fear effects of time's swift pace,
Though chance of fate can its bright radiance dim
And leave sad mark on that beloved face.
Beauty untried is beauty quite unearned;
Fair to behold with worthiness unproved.
The cherished face with lines of living burned
Will to true lover, surely be more loved.
The beauty not reflected in the glass
Remains when more apparent charms shall pass.
By: Joyce Johnson
Fondly I list of unrecantable dreams,
Casualty to my nature, subdued as a tenderfoot.
As though only few suns had passed by me.
Unrevealed, I gaze apon my beloveds image,
Craving those neptune eyes to consign my soul to sanity.
Citrine silken you're crowned, with spirits keen and roused.
My willow gold finch, cast your attention to this wounded fledgling, unproved by
love.
Contested with waxing emotion and mocking mind.
Gentle leman, catalyst to my fury; prize me.
Unpent your fond caressess and mete out salve to my distress.
Vest years in this clownish but faithful lover.
Halcyon days with be my oath to you.
Prove me to your own desire, as uncanny mystery has possession already
to this weaker vessel.
My dearest one, inflamed and unabounded, I love thee.
They circled her with flowers
They prodded her with knives
Because of unproved powers
Jealousy of their wives
Judged by every man
For doing nothing wrong
Stories tell the tale
Of every witches song
Children voiced the threat
A verbal open lie
The accused hadn’t a chance
Confess and simply die
Crushed and stoned
And sometimes burned
No proof for punishment
No lesson learned
A hopeless sad life
Their names carved in Stone
Ashes swept away
Where once hair and bone
Verse 1.
I know;
A place to go;
I know you want to be happy, happy, happy;
I know;
You've been disappointed;
Unproved misused and aborted;
Chorus
all you ever wanted to be
all you ever wanted to be
is free and happy
Happy in heaven
Verse 2.
In in heaven there's a place in the sky
Where Angels fly a place where God and Jesus resign
This place is called heaven
Don't You Wanna Go don't you wanted a happy and
You will also be happy in heaven
When you meet the Saviour in the sky
I know a place you want to go
Where your spirit can flow
The place this place is heaven heaven heaven
Don't you want to go two
Chorus
Heaven, heaven, heaven happy, happy forever
Living in heaven happy, happy are we
Living in heaven, heaven
Happy in heaven
Reframe:
Going to be free worshipping God in full Liberty;
Happy are we we're going to be in heaven, heaven, heaven;
Happy in heaven;
Call Ways to Be Free worshipping God in full Liberty
Go to be going to be so very happy we are you see we're going to be going to be; Happy in Heaven
08/25/17
Written by James Edward Lee Sr
What's out there I wonder
As I hear a rumble of thunder
Is that Zeus at play
Or is it God Bowling away
Did Buddah call my name last night
Or was it an angel that I saw lurking in the light
Let the rain come down and wash over me
Let me feel all your powers like tides pulling the sea
Because I need a sign to know that your real
A faded glow to feel sureal
In times like these one needs hope
A distant belief for a way to cope
For I have gone over this far to many times in my head
Can't say what I feel through the books I have read
How can I put faith in something so unproved
With all the magic around me I have yet to be moved
How am I suppose to know what I believe
When part of me still thinks it all is make believe
What is the difference
between a fact and the truth
One limited in time,
the other free and unproved
Language and formula,
the great deceivers abound
As the light burns inside us
—our hearts to impound
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Boros Trump? Donald Johnson? I'm confused!
Which is which, hair's similar, philosophy's unproved
Is this a new trend?
How will it end?
Will these ducktators join forces, it leaves me bemused
Is something unphysical
in charge of this world
That lines every moment,
unseen and unfurled
Scientists say NO,
breathing fire as they shout
What is it then
that scatters atoms about
Darwin had his theory,
well accepted—unproved
That things change themselves
on condition and mood
But somewhere deep
in the backs of our minds
A notion lay hidden,
firmly placed to remind
This proof we so revel in,
whose truth we revere
Has constantly changed
since the dinosaurs were here
So try to stay open
as new data evolves
Remembering the axioms
it now must resolve
And tune in to something,
not burdened by facts
The rock of all ages
—still blindly intact
(Radnor Pennsylvania: October, 2020)
If your heart
stops
Does consciousness
die
What life
connected
Can
death untie
Forever
a concept
As still
unproved
No one
to comment
Who’s left
—the room
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)