Best Unsubstantiated Poems
How do you change a lie into the truth?
Alchemy, dear children ...
this is how it's done, using unverifiable proof
First, you take a sick, dirty lie,
and doctor it up as truth
Whitewash and scrub it clean,
then jet power it with unsubstantiated verbal steam
That should make the lie thoroughly sanitized
Then play a continuous sound byte loop,
uncorroborated and fact-free
Present the fake news with a five-star salute,
then say secrecy is the true path to liberty
This rings eerily like New Age alchemy,
bell-tolling Faustian chemistry
If that ain't a manufactured alternate reality,
then somebody is lying to us obviously
How do you do this, change a lie into the truth?
Alchemy, dear children ...
this is how it's done, using fabricated proof
Next, you take a package,
and deliver it to the people,
with a Trojan horse message inside
But the people don't know it's harmful,
because they labeled it with a lie
See, that's the beauty of deception,
they don't call a lie a lie
Instead they choose another word,
as they place the pirate patch over their eye
Misleading, false claims
Plausible deniability
mis-remembering
Choose whichever words you will,
a lie is a lie is a lie still
Changing a word won't make a falsehood real
Taste the propaganda spoiled sauerkraut;
as alternative facts are trotted out,
and disinformation is bandied about
Know that immoral alchemy is being performed
by high wizards of the dark arts
Frankenstein experiments in need of more body parts
Don't be bewitched by lying craft,
don't get (con)fused by this manipulative graft
into a cancerous body politic
Changing a lie into the truth
is the ultimate alchemist trick
Categories:
unsubstantiated, corruption, dark, psychological, word
Form:
Dramatic Verse
"The Recipe: Soul Soup"
Where do we go when we are lost?
"Truth." she said, "Honesty?"
the response,
wasn't shallow,
it was long winded
In short, the recipe for Love Souls read:
He said, “You’re funny”
She said, “You’re in the Loop”
He said, “You’re unsubstantiated”
She said, “I’m Heaven”
He said, “I am a believer”
She said, “I am your Soul Soup”
Story
Open-ended
Safe,
when you're unsubstantiated
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Categories:
unsubstantiated, love, magic, muse,
Form:
Romanticism
Much to my chagrin
barely discerned, noticed above
the celebratory Republican din
the commander in chief
all smiles with engined
haired cohorts evincing
ear to ear tousled grin,
feather in cap for apprenticed
president and kin,
which exemption, sans suspected
collusion deflated balloon,
asper impeachment with figurative pin,
hoof foresees unbridled spin
and reluctantly I admit a win
for oval office occupants,
now crowing with dens zen
of Democrats nemesis,
sought after cat in bag
to snag the 20/20 election - dag
nabbit, now suddenly hands off
to hot synonymous to a burning flag
infuriating an angry red bull,
whereby kicked up dust dost gag,
no doubt Donkey Kong doth lag
behind Elephant given boost
regarding race to occupy Oval Office,
(bout 18 months hence) with swag,
yet partisan bickering
promises divisiveness about
conclusion Robert Mueller,
political party in power will flout,
and hammer home (sic) cull
doughboy Putin on Ritz with nary a pout,
and suddenly a shoe win victory...
finds this average Joe
Biden envisioning a rout
as campaign soon begins in earnest
unwise to toss in hat, and tout
positive opinion billionaire tycoon barren
glistening pearly whites, and smug Darren
any naysayer to cross
twittering account Heron,
now that his ego the size of Taj Mahal,
where head honcho rear in
to pull out all stops with
unsheathed claws tear wren
into every mass media
to disseminate latest twist,
deflecting opprobrium
with many voters pissed
and disillusioned at unsubstantiated list
of purported high
crimes and misdemeanors,
perhaps taking cheeky liberty,
viz various sundry gals tubby kissed
rapidly punctuating exhortations grist
for milling potential resurgence
with pumping fist
feeling on top of the world,
no doubt glad to exist.
Categories:
unsubstantiated, 12th grade, america, grief,
Form:
Political Verse
I walked through that door
They said "please, sit down"
"We've got some bad news,
And it's all over town"
"Someone said something,
And said it was you"
"She said that you touched her,
We know that's not true"
I've always loved kids
In all the right ways
I never looked AT THEM
Not even sideways
Along comes His Ex
His Ex with a grudge
She took my good name
And turned it to sludge
We all were questioned,
By all the experts
Questions that frightened
And questions that hurt
And "NO"was the answer
The little girl said
"Oh, I sat on his lap"
"But!, he only read!"
"Unsubstantiated" was
The word that they used
It stays with you always
A huge mental bruise
Forty years later
I keep them at bay
NO!, It's not right
But how it will stay
Categories:
unsubstantiated, how i feel, hurt,
Form:
Narrative
In my life, narrow margins matter
Opening my eyes wide
To better perspectives which don’t flatter
Dispensable pride riding on the tide
Where populism portrays norms
To which I don’t subscribe
Despite unusual forms and storms
I ride although I can’t bribe the scribe
Who espouses a culture that departs
From humility to portray gullibility
As a virtue from which servile starts
Gain and regain infallibility
Cultivated into a bandwagon
That bends truth
Into a notoriety nonagon
Gone uncouth against a sooth
Sayer satirized and ostracized
For holding dissenting views
Which I embrace in my italicized
World where I don’t condone crews
Who sail to my North Pole
With wrong readings of latitude
To ride in circles dug in a humbug hole
Spewing and skewing the puniest platitude
Elevated into a golden standard
In ramparts and proportional parts
So incorrectly computed by a laggard
They conflate gallons of unwisdom and quarts
Which in my metric world signify
Confusion and contusion not just on the periphery
But also at the core where midgets justify
Unsubstantiated hypotheses which carry
Out fallacy tests and infer
Conclusions at variance with established benchmarks
Scientific rigour and vigour prefer
To award deserved marks
To theories in which I believe
Sustaining virtues of rigorous proof
Which I declare anyone can perceive
As the essential light to illuminate a rudimentary roof
Although reality at first challenges
The paradigm that devotes more time and space
To fallacy and the supremacy that singe meninges and lozenges
Which metamorphose a bluff believer into an agile acumen ace.
Categories:
unsubstantiated, poems,
Form:
Free verse
There is a well rehearsed deception; it is a contagious infection.
It sooths, it moves, while unnoticed it distorts individual perceptions.
Agreeing there, claiming care, as it carefully undermines with scorn
Fingers pointing, seams disjointing, the fabric becomes torn.
What it creates, it cries distaste; and lays blame in other directions;
Count “I” in its replies; these are the hints of insurrection
Held in evidence are notices of warnings to cease and desist;
But in a painting of innocent persuasion; many can not resist.
Make no judgments; it is as are we, only a human being.
But grab not at convenient conceptions but open your eyes to all things.
The truth is there to be seen, from the darkest of times it can beam;
Do not convict the victims of delusion with out investigation of all means.
Ask me not what motivates such behavior or inclinations;
But I will not feed into it with defense to false accusations.
If you call out to him will he tell you he knows you not?
He remains close and is my defender;
I have no need for concern of false witnessing;
Nor do I grieve over those who chose to follow much as cattle to the slaughter.
If you stand in the blindness of ignorance you are not of him
Remove the plank from your eye before you speak to the splinter in others.
I stand before God guiltless of these accusations;
And I will fear no evil while the brother of man looks over me.
Categories:
unsubstantiated, life, people, social,
Form:
Free verse
Forgive me, children
For walking through the desert
Thinking the world was dry and barren
While lying on the wet, dewy grass
...limited vision
Forgive me, children
For focusing on used clothing
Thinking new is necessary and natural
While being fully covered in skilled threading
...hidden desire
Forgive me, children
For preventing control of rules and ways
Thinking soil had to be free from contaminants
While covering the ground with fertilizer
...mangled roots
Forgive me, children
For not leaving you in the care of others
Thinking love was limited and untrustworthy
While flowing in the process of healing
...unsubstantiated allegations
Against the Creator
Forgive me, children
For my experience of life
Thinking out was in
While being, now, where I've always been
Alive...
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04/28/2022
Categories:
unsubstantiated, nostalgia, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
A heart stolen, a heart fallen
In the pursuit of a suitor’s suit en route to company
Thought wondrous in warm words of Ellen
Despite purging a loneliness litany
Uttering unspoken pleas
Defending decisions to cut off oxygen
From sarcastic trees
Thought to yield a carcinogen
Slaying possibilities to revive consultations
Meant to pave the way
For options to offer salutations
To romance stakeholders who hold sway
In restoring possibilities to return the love portions
My partner and I deserve
Without any further delay in activating proportions
That serve
To rekindle love flames
We thought dead
In a sea of unsubstantiated claims
That misled
My partner and I
When leaks of stolen data
Seemed to support the lie
No one felt my partner and I could under no circumstances utter
Died a natural death
When evidence to our rescue came
Dispelling the notion of dearth
Of the trust became
Obsolete with my partner's powers
To offer me pardon
In flowers, showers and hours
Enabled my partner and I to abandon
The tough stance she adopted
In the context of misunderstandings that ensued
In the wake of misconceptions that opted
To conflate relevant issues ad tissues that we pursued
To minimize differences
Optimizing essential ideas on which we agreed
To draw inferences
That planted the reconciliation seed
Whose feed
Nourished the trust
That could meet our need
To revive the return of my romance portions without raising any further dust.
Categories:
unsubstantiated, poems,
Form:
Free verse
As though
The Creator
Would make a board
With spiritual and natural
Making moves and countermoves
To prove superior intelligence
...absurd
As though
God Almighty
Would distance His presence
From circumstances and ideologies
Making Holy and profane
To limit the expanse of LOVE
...divisive
As though
Father God
Would require selective servitude
By beings who resist authority
Making some full and others empty
To create a need that never existed
...unsubstantiated allegation
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/03/2022
Categories:
unsubstantiated, culture,
Form:
Free verse
I'm becoming increasingly concerned when I see people rushing to judgement based on publicly sourced "facts".
On the other hand I agree that our current "justice" system leaves a lot to be desired.
There must be an alternative we can create together... a way to establish the facts with a minimum of turmoil, pain, unsubstantiated blame, and free-floating anger.
We're all human beings. We each have experiences with life that have informed our world-view. Some of the wounds go back multiple generations. And we live in a society that is not generally open to the airing of wounds.
So we're all, pretty much, out here in free-fall.
All we have is each other.
Anger is not the problem. The problem is in letting the anger take over. The problem is in not having a space in which to reflect and see the other as human.
We're all angry although most of us do a good job of hiding our rage. But it's there. It's part of being human.
So the task before us is to create a means for processing real crimes in a way that casts light on the darkness of our hearts instead of making them less full of light.
All we have is each other.
When one of us gives in to anger we're blinding ourselves. And that's going to happen. I've spent a good deal of my life blinded. But if we're going to find a solution each one of us is going to have to find ways to get past this obstruction.
The whole world's in danger and all of us played a part in putting it there. Mostly in ignorance, but ignorance is no longer a viable excuse. The world is in too much danger.
If we're going to survive we're going to have to wake up. And help those around us wake up as well. Don't blame yourself or others for ignorance. Simply make a connection.
If we're going to survive we have to make the connection. In this dangerous world we've created... all we have is each other.
Categories:
unsubstantiated, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
WILL HIS MAJESTY BECOME EXTINCT
Poachers arrive in scores of ten,
Made up of brutal, evil men,
Their strength lies in their guns and nets,
They have already placed their bets,
As to how they will be rewarded,
For slaying this King,
Will it be dollars or diamonds,
That bling?
Poachers take the lions bones,
Skins and head,
For unsubstantiated notions,
They are used as potions,
Which are sold for a ridiculous price,
And of course a dead lion in tact,
With his head,
Is the ultimate prize..
Wealthy greedy men,
Have also developed this yen
To hunt lions,
Farms are set up for financial gain,
Churning millions of dollars,
Due to this detestable game!
These loathsome
People put their trophy,
On show for all to see,
How brave they appear to be.
This horrendous cowardly act,
Is a very sad fact,
That we are on the brink,
Of our majestic lions,
Becoming extinct!
Categories:
unsubstantiated, africa, animal, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
The down side of monotheistic patriarchalism
is EitherNature/OrSpirit fundamentalism
LeftBrain's tendency to ignore
polyculturally cooperative wealth optimization.
The weakness of climate pathology risks
is also the stength
of green ecotherapeutic climate opportunities.
Problems of pathological mental disease
are also potential integrities
of more healthyLeft-wealthyRight
cooperative choices,
Yang with Yin co-acclimations,
creolizations more
and missionary colonizing less,
transubstantiations of EarthTribe goodnews growing
while unsubstantiated fake badnews recedes,
breathing climate karma in and up
while bleeding graced love out and down,
Win/Lose ecopolitical analysis in
Win/Win positive psychological resolutions out.
Problems of ecopolitical retributive WinLose injustice
reweave WinWin ego-restorative
just-right for here/now solutions.
Past history in
Future multiculturing her/history
YinYang
WinWin
bilaterally forward.
The problem with perpetuating the solo view from the top
is living and loving
a multiculturing cooperative bath
on Gaia's beautiful non-violent bottom.
Another problem with monotheistic patriarchalism
is why would we then prefer two nostrils
for breathing polycultural matriarchalism
back out?
When one,
twice as big and fat,
might work better.
The problem of not listening to matriarchal green voices
is not seeing patriarchal red monoculturists
as the predators
they would like us to pray
as prey
wanting climate co-governing deliverance
for all,
including those bratty,
sometimes ratty,
great transition grandkids.
Categories:
unsubstantiated, green, health, humor, peace,
Form:
Political Verse
Here's a mystery I just can't explain
Our scale must be lying, ate less and gained
By my physique updated
Visibly unsubstantiated
Think I'll chuck it, too hard on the brain
Categories:
unsubstantiated, rude,
Form:
Limerick