Best Unquote Poems
"Xanadu of Oranges", the reporter wrote,
just one of many paper slips and notes,
left behind when the poet died, unquote.
To his very last moment, he had hopes
that he could write that one poem so supreme
in its cadence and rhyme, in its meaning
so sublime, that no one could miss his dream.
No one could misinterpret, none seeing
his words could mistake intent or lament
that he had regrettably missed his mark
or remark, "derivative!",or really meant
much of his work as only so much dark
comment on a personal life of strife and grief.
No, he meant a poem to sweep you off your feet.
Leccy Powers in the Air
Nikola Tesla knew the score,
back there, wayback in 1894,
send-em power through the post,
bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
wireless sends the power,
from the insulated tower,
tuned aeriel sucks the most,
fine tuned it is the host,
a quarter wave deflowers,
when electric car un-powers,
recharge from power radio remote,
a constant radio wave, unquote,
or constant flow empowers,
Leccy car you Billy Goat ! :}-
So ac power is in the air,
detected by the car, right there,
powered then the Billy Goat,
tuned aerial , sucks in the voltage, know it!
Leccy car can run 4 sure!
Don't need no petrol, where?
just leccy techs, leccy motors go-at,
says johnson, with a slight unquote,
the new world is to share,
if it catches em by the throat,
the dimwits wouldn't dare,
but some ones got to show it ?
Eg frequency of 27 megacycles cb radio 27,000,000 a second.
So put a 9 foot antennae on you car to receive the signal current?
It works out shorter for much faster frequencies like your mobile phone.
A few inches, a few centimeters etc...
So the sent electricity gets collected at the right length antennae and
runs the leccy motor in your car...sounds cool to me …
id be wearing wellies or gum boots to avoid a shock from the powered antennae 250volts maybe, if I touched it:} kill switches needed hey...
Don Johnson
BEFORE 20,000 YEARS AGO THE ATLANTEAN PEOPLE OF THE RED SKIN TYPE,
HAD SUBMARINES AND AEROPLANES. {VALIXI}. POWERED AND CONTROLLED BY RADIO WAVES TECHNOLOGY REMOTELY..{ARE WE TOO RETARDED TO DO IT???}...INDUS VALLEY PEOPLE HAD VIMANA
FLYING MACXHINES TOO AT THAT TIME....AND WROTE HOW FIX THE MERCURY ENGINE...
Do we have to res-surect ole Tesla?
to get it to work? ac electricity can be
transmitted through the air! as he said...
easily converted to dc voltage by rectifiers...as in power supplys....
like having your own power pole on the car...
I, Thurgood Marshall, am here to represent
my race. I am here to represent these
thirteen parents and twenty children whose
rights have been so egregiously
violated. I don't know how anyone
can believe that quote unquote Separate but
Equal is anything near equal! I
give you this example: Lil' miss Linda
Brown here, daughter of Mister Oliver
Brown, one of the parents I represent
today. Lil' Linda has to walk through a
TRAIN YARD everyday, to her bus stop! When
the White school, Sumner Elementary is
just seven blocks from her house. Now this does
not make sense to me... Why should a lil' third
grader be FORCED to attend a school a
mile away when she could walk right down the
street? This does not sound quote unquote EQUAL to
me. None of you can deny that this was
NOT equal. In the United States
Constitution, in the Equal Protection
Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment, it clearly
states that "No State shall make or enforce any
law which shall abridge the privileges or
immunities of citizens of the
United States; nor shall any State deprive
any person of life, liberty, or
property, without due process of law;
nor deny to any person within its
jurisdiction the equal protection
of the laws." Now for you plain folk, that means
that our governement must treat everyone
EXACTLY the same. People of the jury,
I implore you! Would you force such hardship
and degredation on your own children?
No! Of course not! I wouldn't force it on
my children either! So I ask why you
would even consider forcing this burden
on this young girl? I beg you to realize
that Separate but Equal is not equal,
has never been equal! A nation divided
cannot stand, so let us unite our nation
starting with our schools, and little girls like
miss Linda Brown. Let us tear down the
constraints of Separate but Equal and
be truely equal! Thank you! Thank you!
Who is this?
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament pissed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is one true lyricist.
Check me out and listen to this:
These are words of a man dormant too long
Listen to my awakening and hear me roar
‘Cause like volcano I spit pure lyrics that be my lava
Radiate pure heart that is my wisdom
Ruling the righteous kingdom
Ooh! Mental implosion, internal explosion
Making me to rumble for undivided attention
And mental stability
From now until eternity
Like the holy trinity
This is
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is a one true
Check me out and listen to this:
“Consciousness:
A combination of thoughts and feelings
Put together as a whole,” unquote.
These are words of a lyricist
Who is a venom-ist but a visual-ist
At hard, rock vividness
“With strength stronger than the devil”
That be venom
But kids I am not a rapper or an M.C.
But I am tight enough to say
If I were a rope around your neck I would be choking
But I am not joking
‘Cause I oversee like Mosses split the sea
As the M.C. battleground dissect itself from the toes up
That is why:
I am a lyricist
The one does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
‘Cause I am one true lyricist.
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
No I am not a famous poet,
being published everyday,
But I am a man of society,
And I have words to say,
How can I get these words out,
When Society imprisons me,
Society sticks these labels to me,
Calling me socialist and multiculturalist,
And the Right wing call me traitor,
Those haters want me dead,
Yet still the words build up inside me,
The words have no fear of death,
And they rush headlong from my mouth,
Like a Forlorn hope of old breaching a castle moat,
And you talk of shipping the immigrants home,
back home upon a boat,
Were we not all immigrants at one point,
And they label me again you're a liberal quote unquote,
If you read and take one thing from this,
Let it be that human beings are not the same,
But our differences enhance our lives,
Would it not be boring to be carbon copies,
Of the man at the bottom of the lane.
G20-Blue
At the G20 meeting, many nations steps they trod,
where the Abbot in his Budgies, tried to fight the Putin sod,
oh it came down to leaders, now to fight a war for us,
no casualties no bleeders, just the fisticuffs and stuff,
{ideal war let the leaders do it}
the new age brought a war change, it was just a man on man,
and the victor won the battle, and the boundaries changed again,
Putin with a drop-kick, caught ole Abbot by the ear,
and he would have bit it off, but the dandruff tasted *****,
cos he said it needed salt?
so they frolicked and they tussled till the Abbot got a chop,
and he sent it to the kitchen, needed onions on the top?
Putin was disgusting when he got the Christmas holt,
and the budgie smugglers cringed, did his testes bloody moult?
But Abbot whispered in his ear,
and took it up a gear,
Pissle whipped the Rusky dolt,
who had given up his holdt,
cos he said he wasn't *****,
just a Russian farm boy colt,
Abbot he did sneer at the Billy Stinker Goat,
and they sat there sucking beer,
till the lights were dim with bloat,
: return we will at daylight,
when the rooster crows his note,
to fight another day,
a winner yet, unquote?
Don Johnson
I know some will dismiss this
As nonsensical chatter
Call it philosophical blabber
Think of it as mind over matter
Ask questions and trash the answers
Because they, quote unquote
Challenge the status quo
It’s insane but I get it
I see life in its totality
See, I have an eye for quality
I see the larger in the microscopic
But sir, you’re running off topic
Your thoughts are clattered
And your responses are scattered
Stick to what you’ve mastered
Take a time, gather together
The fragments of matters that matter
Or risk becoming intellectually stagnant
I present a challenge to the status quo
My talk ousters popular prejudice
I challenge responses to clichés and quotes
My thought pushes the envelopes
Of commonly accepted notions
Upsets notations and connotations
And focuses on promotion
I’m no prophet but I promise
This message will bring some profit
May the reader understand
I’m not trying to frustrate or flatter
I’m not trying to understate
I’m trying to highlight some items that matter
But, if you ask, it doesn’t matter
Accept or reject, I will not be bothered
I’ve been rejected before, slaughtered
On the altar of convenience
Offered to the highest bidder
Priced according to physical relevance
Since my record was insignificant
I was given away for free
Treated like the ultimate freak
Because from a purely human point of view
I was nothing, not worth a moment’s review
A wall marked with obscenities and graffiti
A scrub, strutting, fronting like I was something
When I was nothing,
Residue from a mafia-type system
Until my debt was paid and personal status
Updated from non-valid to valid
From worthless to earnest
And thanks
To the cry that broke through the sky
And vanished my crime and gave me a sign
It was the stitch in time that saved nine
And now my soul
Bears true signs of the stigmata
DOUBT ME IF YOU WILL
_______________________
Sun will cease to shine.
Twlight she looses her blush.
Moon she losses her sheen.
Stars have lost their glitter.
My face has lost its smile.
Hope elopes with darkness.
I have no where to hide.
My vision conceives Mirages.
My feet feels like a ton.
My life moves in slow motion.
Meaning and Words they no longer hold hands.
Mankind perishing around me.
Intoxicated by sadness.
Fear is mocking at me.
Mortality is calling, with open arms.
She just wants to hug me once.
She seems to be lonely.
But I will not concede.
Trees and plants are naked.
leaves have divorced them.
Fumes of desolation fills the air.
My lungs have forgotten to breathe.
Like a convict who longs for freedom,
my heart pounds my chest.
There will be no butterflies,
bees or Humming Birds.
No nectar for them to sup.
No flowers will bloom.
Pollination becomes extinct.
Bird will cease to Exist,
They find no insects to feed.
Herbivorous creatures perish.
No grass or plants to graze.
Carnivorous predators wither,
no herbivores creatures to sustain their life.
Vulnerable Humans are their only prey.
When sense abandons the mind.
Ecology has lost its balance.
Sea will rise, since evaporation ceased.
As the sun, he lost his crown.
The earth will slowly disappear.
Waters will rise and embrace this sphere.
Life has lost its charm.
Because of doubt.
A pigment of colourful mind.
Fundamental, humane flaw of this mortal race.
Like my friend philosopher and guiding light.
Late, KHALIL GIBRAN, says.
Quote:
DOUBT IS A PAIN TOO LONELY
TO KNOW THAT FAITH IS HIS TWIN BROTHER
Unquote.
And further amplifies, by saying.
Quote :
LOVE AND DOUBT HAVE NEVER BEEN ON SPEAKING TERMS
Unquote.
I hope DEATH embraces DOUBT.
The way he talked about me decided my future.
His method of confrontation in the form of condescending conversation toward the quote unquote habits I had made me decide to not express my opinions, thoughts or interests, just so he could scroll through a Pinterest session without my interruption in the form of emotional expression.
And no, Dad, I'm not supposed to be like you.
While that may be the case biologically, and in your case, ideologically, it is certainly not the case historically and I know that because of the hammering into my brain that you so kindly did at an age where I didn't understand the difference between tough love and judgement.
I didn't know what was wrong with my beliefs, but you sure did.
You sat there and for hours on end and ranted about how love is not for everyone.
How love is not a right that everyone deserves in the kingdom of God and His son.
How love is not real for everyone unless they love the opposite sex well I have news for you, buddy and yes I say buddy because once he said it in my face while he poked his finger in the place of my heart leaving a blue bruise in my emotions, and to my friends, this is old news.
My news to you is that love is for everyone. Love is for every single person regardless of their sexual preference which by the way does not lower their intelligence regardless of your illogical arguments in the starting set of your lectures which just decided again my future's texture, rough and insecure.
And the scary thing is I almost turned into you.
I almost had your beliefs and conservative mindset all made in the fear of a 50s suburban culture end and I'm so glad I have a mind of my own.
And I know your angry outbursts are comfort you run to but you don't have to take them out of your children.
Please listen to this.
I love you, dad. And I never wrote to insult.
I only wrote so you could understand the things I said when I told you I didn't know how to talk to you.
I want to be able to.
Please let me be able to.
UNDERNEATH AN ARMPIT
WHO IS IT? IS IT A TEST?
I DON’T WANNA THINK
I AM OR YOU ARE, ARE OR AREN’T?
GUESS WHO OR WHAT!
A MAN…A HUSBAND!
WHO CARES…BUT HE CARES!
JUST A MERE EXERCISE
NOT IN THE PROCESS AN EXORCISM
OF ALL THE MEN, A GENTLEMAN
A MILITARY OFFICER, A COLONEL
A GENERAL, A PRESIDENT
MORE THAN EVER, A LAPSE
DOMESTICALLY OR MAYBE DOMINATED.
DON’T BE FAST
NOR IN AN ARM LENGTH
THIS GENTLEMANLY ACT. NOW IS IT
SEEMED DIMINISHING OR FADING HASTILY
AGAIN I DON’T WANNA JUDGED WITH RESPECT
FOR SOME REASON THOUGH AGHAST.
GIVE THEM A FAIR ASSESSMENT
THOUGH THERE ARE REALLY THAT
SOFT MANNERED AND SOCIAL DISCOMFORT
BUT FOR SOME EXCUSES I KNOW IT ISN’T
RATHER BE A BLESSING IN DISGUISE
AS VERY UNDERSTANDING, BETTER THINK WISE
OR TWICE
THIS MAN IS GOD’S WILLINGLY A BET TO BIT
A BUTTERFLY, A GAY OR A *****BUT, NO, NOT
I BELIEVE THERE IS AN INNER TRAIT
PASS IT BUT DO NOT CONDEMN IT
FOR HEAVENLY THE TRUTH
THIS MAN TRULY “ LOVES YOU”, QUOTE,
AND UNQUOTE!
In the recesses of my mind, hashtag in the great playground of words
it pounds the imagination like a bully How a tic-tac-toe sign
becomes the word of the year
is this just some blip in a crackerjack box or will more non-words become words
Hashtag sounds like some corny
confusing childhood game like pinning a note on someone’s back or an oatmeal food fight in the lunch room
Hashtag medley melee maybe I am just stewing around immaturely hashtag juvenile data mining but I nominate guillemets, for this years word, which sounds more angelic but all this is more or less trivial quote unquote it is just a tweet geek hashtag tweek
Here lies kindly Mr. So-and-So.
He will be missed, but by whom?
There’s nobody here now.
All I see around me are other tombstones
Planted in this carrion garden,
Like arms clamoring aimlessly
Toward heaven, the sky, the sun,
“Remember me!” they scream.
And they never look back.
Never look down.
It’s uncertain if they even uttered a sound.
I think I feel better assuming that Mr. So-and-So
Is in a quote/unquote “better place”. No.
I don’t believe in heaven,
But I’m getting older
And weaker
And the lung cancer is growing
And has been since I was fifteen
My blood pressure is rising
My teeth will not stop grinding in the night
And it’s all so inevitable
And unstoppable
I need to pretend
I believe again
That kindly Mr. So-and-So gained
So much more than worms and dirt at his end.
We deserve
So much more than that.
The cup-bearer of whodunit The titular bat jump scare Lurching into sight at the last moment This tall man opening the door, Beware A part that takes a whole, Who dares Do you really know, what Is under Alfred’s coat Maybe the smell of a musty grave, you can trust Like an Emerald for Gramps, a witch’s tomorrow unquote The will looms and doom creeps as they are all a bust Could it have been the reigning Renfield lost in the eye, Of an old dark house, where shadows smile like the cat, That ate the canary and the breathless knife thrusted blind Your last words jeepers creepers mingled with blood splat
Of the present, inspired by the present, invoked by Tom Cunningham.
Quote, "Indeed a true Japan haiku must follow those rules to say yes it is a haiku, but like most things people move away and bend the rules and reshape it, one thing I've noticed is many do not follow the ( in the moment) theme where its like a photograph of an image but in word form. Tom", unquote.
leaf fall in July...
summer idiosyncracies...
lack of hydration.