Best Unproven Poems
Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from passing headlights,
like theatre curtains opening.
And centre stage stood I.
The clock at Samuel's jeweller said nine seventeen.
I thought I blended in well- the tailor's dummies in the windows
either side of me, equally well dressed, stared vacantly
into a dark alien world. I envied them.
They were dry.
And not waiting on a first date.
A quick glance up.
The clock said nine seventeen.
They say that time slows down when you're idle, or impatient,
and I was starting to bow to this unproven scientific truth.
Two pretty girls strode past beneath a mangled umbrella,
one briefly threw a smile my way, almost lost in a giggle.
I counted my twentieth chorus of red, amber and green.
It was nine seventeen.
She said she'd be here for nine. I looked at my watch.
Ten O'clock.
The bells of the Guildhall and the Cathedral smugly agreed,
H. Samuel had been lying all along.
The rain had stopped. I stepped out into the throng of couples,
dressed in my singleness, as the girls with the broken umbrella,
now discarded, approached.
No giggles- she gave the same smile, but her eyes knew my plight,
then she shrugged.
I found a bar and sat in damp trousers with a beer, and watched the big screen
to take my mind off a wasted evening.
The rugby was just finishing.
God does have a sense of humour,
England beating France-
Seventeen points to nine.
25th June 2018
For contest 'nine seventeen', sponsor John Lawless
These chains of deceit that bind me to this hardwood seat.
I bend and break the bars that confine, but they remain, like the haughty, jagged grin of an eroded skull.
Such good times as these are even visited by dark slips of the gut from thoughts of tortures past.
It was a massive structure, swathed in a meagerly regal indigo, lined in placid silver.
In this place I did not cry of neglect. I was no dark horse, puffing promises of vengeance
for the cruelty and nonchalance of my lords.
They catered to me well, forever willing to stir into my cauldron their own lazily construed dogmas.
But O, so long as I gazed upon the faces of my peers, eyes starried with anticipation of knowledge
and fantastic visions of other world intrigue, I could not lead the expected life of indifference. Intrigue
of the kind that I confusedly examined, reaching deep into the dark, conceptual pit of the unknown, and unproven.
Exhausted, I came to my knees, deep in the cave, to rest, to wait for all the promised realities to reveal themselves.
I waited so very long for such things. Drew and blew irreplaceable breaths
awaiting the truth of falsehood to at last burst forth, at the final moment, to redeem itself.
When wracked with suff'ring even more,
I all alone bemoan my fate,
as one who drowns in sorrows sore
which harm, harass, and maul his state.
Aggrieved for what feels like forever,
I trouble God with bootless cries
as I endure my manic fever
with tearful, red, psychotic eyes.
The minute hand lands on midnight!
I can't find clear words to express
feelings of falling a headlong height
b'neath heaven's reach 'yond grief's excess.
Inside, I feel the Reaper’s scythe
as I think out my mordant plan:
razor, pills, or a kitchen knife,
a way to end it by my hand!?
Like Sylvia Plath, if I can
plant my head in a GE gas oven,
then it’d be painless!? (But why plan
a death so cliche, and unproven?)
I think, too, of Virginia Woolf,
how she drowned her life in a lake;
I, too, feel swallowed in a gulf
of swirling misery that'd take
me to my death! Why do I feel
forsak'n, and heavy as lead now? Am
I so hopeless? Why do I feel
so worthless, and so so dead? How am
I to end my life (to kill myself)—
if all loved ones were then to miss me?
“Help yourself!” I then heard. "Heal thyself!"
I hear aloud. As angels kiss me,
I thus then found comfort in this:
that family and friends all care,
and if I'd died I would be missed;
so, I war 'gainst profound despair.
And then, Hope dawns! And soon comes peace…
And in the morn, I wake arising—
Joy breaks in, and I have new lease.
And then my state I cease despising!
Intellectual peer pressure
The faces change from smiles to sneers
from effusive praises to contemptible jeers.
A man whose wisdom has been seen for years
now forced to face his prideful peers.
A man whose intellect is simply beyond compare
those who read his works just stop and stare.
How can someone hold their own and debate such a man?
His thoughts and reasoning's are as well laid out plans.
His eloquence, his observations, are without any match
outwitted, his enemies, launch and scheme a hateful attack.
He knows their devotion, to unproven theories, is like a religion
He does not cower as he faces their vitriolic words of derision.
The odds are against him, hundreds to one, but he declares his faith in God!
Silence is deafening for a few moments, then one brave soul applauds.
The crowds turn against the two of them, in a heated hateful rage
Ignorance and prideful enmity, is clearly on display!
Without acknowledging that he might be right, they were both voted out!
But, forevermore in the back of their mind there is that lingering doubt...
John Derek Hamilton
February 16,2016
I kiss your lips
I taste your soul
I feel the real you inside my soul
our spirits remix
you paint my lips with your taste, your breath, your feel, your soul
your essence of existence now I feel and know
we instill to be still,
we combine our fates, unite
your thoughts cross-hatches mine
we twist, we turn closing our eyes to complete our need
we Intertwine, we tangle, we whine
our body, soul and spirit stabilizes as one
our souls intensify, fly
inscribed with love, we carve peace
we prepare our wishes to bliss, to pieces
as our feelings and emotions float with pride
the need to fill and be filled has been met indeed
our emotions glowing wild
our temperatures rise, surging high
our hearts pump thumping swift
our bodies melt conforming in rhythm
beating in synchrony to our feelings
the touch, the feelings, conforms, reforms, reshapes with a quick pace
our skins peel for healing, as ownership is achieved
we sink into each others soul and arms hugging
the unproven soul meiosis occur surging
we combine our souls evolving
as we descend with kisses of symbiosis .................
Kisses of symbiosis fuse, merge
and
condense
by luminous conjugation
of the unproven soul meiosis ............
The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of Praetorian's protection,
Levy the lurid seige upon my country's citadel as incensed infidels do,
your cantankerous catapaults wasting pawns like pebbles punched by a storming sea,
an officer sacraficed sardonically, intrepidly,
so to decimate the dormant foots encumbering you,
audacious as an angered asp the timely tactic was,will it hasten your demise to me?
Mandatory machinations amongst this moonlight morass,palpable being Death's caress,
a zephyer like a frosty scythe grazes gingerly our anxious eyes,
tethering the still strategy of mens' mentation,
advancing positions predicted but unproven, an apocolyptic inevitability provoked,
fostering inclement suspense,
justice is now beyond principle,virtue survives only on victor's blade,
incantations made in fire for fear's sublimation,
The common denominator of this prommenade of predation is relentless domination,
manipulating the opposition,perception taunted and haunted
as the fox dictates the chimerical chase,
a vermillion heartbeat,virulent,lucious,with a thin hum of vincibility
lures you to na spot of fragile dominion,
divided forces tend to scream like burning forest
when ambushed along trails of a tedious pace,
When the harp chords chortle tears of tucker from a skulless head,recall with dire dignity
that you were vanquished in strong purpose,
the memory of your egregious exploits will depend on the degree of quater
afforded by my soveriegnty
given to this proud harem of prospective sybils
rescued by a king's necessary nemesis,
J.A.B. - Part Three -
His old hands were calloused from all the many years of work and toil.
His life seemed to be his work and the never ending search for oil.
Seven days a week with no let up in sight,
He manned those rigs morning, noon, and night.
A dangerous and hard job where everyone strived to be the best,
In all types of weather, under the open skies you were put to the test.
A rowdy lot, the Roughneck Breed, but a brotherhood just the same.
In unproven fields called wildcatters, that had to be tamed.
You work with iron that intimidates most, but is a normal days fare,
And you can look any man in the eye and match their stare.
From H2S gas that can kill you on the spot,
To getting crushed or mangled by that awesome iron for the faint hearted it is not.
To a blowout that happens when inexperience leads the way,
A few of the things that happen somewhere each and every day.
The rookie they call the squirrel or the worm,
And he has to prove himself before he is classified with a different term.
They work in shifts that work around the clock,
Some work eight hour shifts, some work twelve trying their best to keep that rig
drilling thru dirt and rock.
Most of these old boys like to drink and raise a little cain,
Just their way of hiding inner fear and gut wrenching pain.
A word of advice don’t push these guys cause they’re liable to push back,
Cause drinking and fighting or skills these old boys certainly don’t lack.
But if you’re in need they’ll share everything they own,
And that’s part of the reason these guys are the best bunch of people I think I’ve ever
known.
I knew my ancestry and my dad was a joiner,
But verged on disowning my mum for labour,
Not married in history yet throbbing with spark,
Love, truth, kindness fibered the gelled dark.
A stunner - intelligent, muscular but sensitive,
The royal in me saw the people as plaintiff,
As steering the vile lark of determining troughs,
In a grass-roots democracy to nullify the toffs.
Prolific at speeches, education never lacked,
Peeking as child into the ear in discern I jacked,
I knew nothing was unproven, cleanliness won,
Joules inside quenched the human sown son.
In the health profession I beamed, overcame, won,
Differences waged exacted to desecrate the sum -
Poor, minority, stealthy and dragon ignored asunder,
No equality known to hook the solid, base shelter.
Mobile, but wherever I tread met haters and lovers,
Pranced about suckered by vulgar ruling bearers;
Taught children life and followers’ carers’ quick,
Stead ahead hailed by the people as their wick.
Freedom held my blink until shown as the trait -
Real by weight for the sick to crop myself as bait.
Therefore human aim, space, time shouted ball,
‘Cos the individual is right, by the pinnacle, wall.
My twelve friends accepted my way and my mind,
Chose to love crook, crank or by altruism behind,
Meant rear - banned and ashore, but fully sentient,
No restorative, candid deeds to strike ambivalent.
People glued came to see me - the Nile drawn,
Dealt troubles without ways n’ routes to spawn;
Yet state and common folks both, themselves,
Killed me for a movement shooting with shelves.
But those many who loved me would never forget,
Forged sail by the integral identity never truly set:
They said afterwards that my substance, way, holds,
It’s life that affords me, not the shined, bold folds.
There was a court case and everything, a slot,
When they asked if I was a god, king, mad, a shot:
Dumb. Bitter I’d gone and cut short, they said I’d live,
Within them in their memory as the cultural give.
My existence is not a point - your location, for always:
It’s not belief in me that matters but it's your sways;
Your life is important and it's your existence that calls,
MLK, Lincoln, Walker ball for the sentient, rugged stalls.
Who am I?
The mounting manifestation of your mistrust
Has been the source of the confusion that separates us
The asinine allegations that you hurl at me
Are only to deflect your own dishonesty
Your constant unfounded and unproven accusations
Are most certainly the expression of intensifying intimidation
Terrified by the power that I possess
you would opt to see me overshadowed, outshined and oppressed
you have continually conspired to weaken my pride
Would you prefer that I cower, recoil, or hide?
The Optical illusions of your minds trickery
Have distorted you perception of our reality
I am not your property, asset or possession
Worthy to be respected, not met with aggression
You have annihilated my opinions, forced me into silence
Restraining my insight is the cruelest form of violence
Asphyxiating me with you idiotic uncertainty
Smothering my peace with your moronic misery
Suppressed by your suspensions long enough.
I have shed my fears, I have discovered my worth
I refuse to quietly follow in your frightening footsteps
Muffling my shouts: I can no longer accept
I am freeing my thoughts and releasing these words.
I have found my voice and now I demand to be heard
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THE AMERICAN DILEMMA
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
There was a time when the town crier spread the news
Terse, straight, unfiltered, unbiased with no personal views
Alas, those times have disappeared into days of yore
We now have more news thrown at us than ever before
From sources sworn to be reliable, accurate and true
Usually from an illiterate maybe living next door to you
News now is reported in order to solidify a position
Repeated over and over to reduce valid opposition
These fools are not limited only to those in the streets
It’s for anyone and everyone that regurgitates tweets
It’s one moron to another stating his unproven facts
Certifying his allegations in spite of the proof he lacks
Most have many opinions stating incontrovertible truths
Gleaned from incompetent nobodies acting as sleuths
Honesty has vanished, repeated dribble is now the norm
Pick out a topic support it, rally, protest: create a storm
Those that oppose the demands are forced into submission
They will be named racists, bigots, etc: and did I mention?
They will be barred from expressing any opposing vision
They will be subject to physical and mental attrition
They will be silenced in fear of violence and intimidation
With no opposition the fools are more demanding n brazen
Masked attackers will roam streets seeking any opponent
Their continued demands increasing moment by moment
Opposition is muted, only few dare to parry their claims
Silent majority, silent, few dare challenge their aims
The silent majority complains in utter frustration
While sitting in the front row to the death of a nation
A Concealed exercise concocted,
Wuhan Lab the playground,
secretive China obliges,
Western media consenting,
Medical experts silenced.
the age of censorship,
Dictators feigning incognito,
The diurnal and nocturnal schemes of top players,
A script before the scourge,
The drama of emergencies
A death unwarranted
alternative cure submerged,
Pharmacopia playing god,
opinions censored,
Freedom becomes a crime
Men afraid to die,
adorned in masks as domesticated vermin,
Socialist alarmed at Cowards
As dictatorship ascending in western democracy,
Ignorance elevated as advocate for CDC
Unending Speculation by tyranny
The weekly changing rules.
Connivers employing Fear,
Orchestrations and the Mournful diddy
Alpha
Beta,
Gamma
Delta,
and Omicron the game changer.
Controlling the world by unproven conjectures
First it was the Mask,
Then social distancing,
Sanitize, Isolation without empathy,
The numbers defiant,
The People's servants globally consenting to experiment
with the speed of a wing
The Lab Lords proposed a cure,
Greed conspired , the masses the guinea pigs,
Unverified Vaccine,
defrauding all of the liberty of Choice,
unprofessional medical rape,
breaking the Laws to invoke their Laws,
Rulers Turned scientists
Dictator found their Voices
compelling all to dine in an experiment
“safe and effective” the chorus of bias profiteers
Society divided.
“Vaxxed” VS “unvaxxed”
All Watching TV to form opinion.
Australia copies UK,
subjecting citizens to barbarism
America copies Australia,
senseless cohesion in place of Freedom,
France copying America,
Ignorant Cops abusive,
opposing sensible resistance,
The Truckers made a mark
though clamped down by tyrannical “emergencies”
The unending Jabs,
four times in Israel curing nothing,
A false sense of security,
The demand sales pitched
Experiment over, The Data concealed
To protect a Lie,
A massive Fraud,
The UK law breaker suspends mandates,
avoiding the sword of Damocles
And they all one by one taking turns
accepting failures while others in denial
ignoring the damage of trial
Callin all sheep,
Time to wake the hell up;
Time is running out,
And so is your luck.
Are you gonna sit back,
And be led to the slaughter;
Will you leave this messed up world,
To your sons and daughters.
Will you fall in line,
And take some unproven jab;
Filled with mind controlled serum,
In every evil stab.
Its time to open your eyes,
And lift the darkened veil ;
Its a war against our souls,
And we cannot fail.
This world and humanity,
Has been fast asleep;
While the rabid spreading evil,
Runs wide and deep.
If we don't fight now,
Soon all will be lost;
And your children will suffer,
And reap all the cost.
Raise your voices and banners,
And march a billion strong ;
Until the power hungry freaks,
Melt in our freedom song.
Rise up everybody,
Become sheep no more;
The time to sleep is over,
Time to prepare for a war.
Even after all the
misogyny,
That crap with
Monica Lewinski.
Homophobia and
No abortion.
Congress and
Political extortion.
Too much racism,
And white-supremacy.
All the bull lies
And no transparency.
Women's rights are
Being abused.
Why are you smiling?
You look amused.
We can't forget about
The slave's
Here in the land of the free,
home of the brave.
The slaughter of all
Non-converters.
Pumped-up white men,
Commit these murders.
The destruction of
Several societies.
Most Americans border
With social anxieties.
Too much racial profiling;
Violence overlooked.
If you are white and have money,
You're off the hook.
The churches, boy scouts,
So many pedophile cases.
All this done by,
White men in high places.
Were at the hands of a white
Washed unproven mythology.
In the name of God, religion
And Scientology.
An infrastructure solely built
To keep rich pale males in power.
As you sit perched on your
Throne in your ivory tower.
The end is near, you can
Hear the drumming.
Many are prepared,
For you, we are coming.
Your exposed, your
Empire will crumble.
A word to the wise,
Learn to be humble
Turbo1904 ?
Those few hard percept's in thy memory
about me, I never forget
Some unproven thought on me
I never forget
Though familiar, I still never dislike you
Those friends of my past
have entertained you to throw
wrong judgements on me
But still, I never dislike you
Every word you express in
unfairly way on me
Nor you borrow from dishonest comrades
I never get ashamed off
And still never dislike you
I propose a true love.