Best Word Poems
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.
Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.
As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.
Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas
Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.
The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.
Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.
So we must be louder.
Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.
Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.
We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!
Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.
Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.
As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.
As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history was packed in roots,
armed with psalms in measured cadences,
the Orator soothed kings and chiefs.
As words of our ancestors oiled and pampered
by prophesies of aging oracles, songs of lovers
and monotonous chants of old men...slithered
into hiding while physical wars waged, succinctly
the Orator proclaimed the heroic pursuits of warriors.
As words, precision in recitation of kinship ties
craftily sewn by political machinations of unions
vital for survival of race waltzing in purity of blue
when blood flowed thru veins of aging rocks as
the Orator cemented pacts chanting tribal honorifics.
As words, imageries of sky bursting, moon phasing sunsets pertaining to legends of my village heroes,
sweet nectars that put rhythm in his art of tongues
inspired by fruits from my garden, mine own words
the Orator in action, was he infringing my copyright?
As words, our heritage orally passed down in poetry,
set imageries prohibiting meddling with sources,
set quotations where time absolved breaches of patent,
plagiarism, for traditions dictated that the word be
secured in a cocoon of oratory ferried down the ages
by the dynamics of cultural rites and rituals.
the Orator, blessed not only as the spiritual Vessel
...but now deemed as the Spoken Word incarnate.
This heart cannot stand to be ignored;
I no longer want your pity.
The lack of empathy you threw at me—
accusations that never touched my skin—
cut so deep.
Tormented by memories,
things you said and did,
echoes and vibrations of emotions
I still shed like autumn leaves,
fallen.
A perfect pattern of scattered memories
trails behind me.
This bare and barren tree
is rooted so deeply.
It is but the tip,
the edges where the branches meet the sky,
of the deep soul you crushed;
your words repeatedly tore me apart.
No more will I allow you
to sit upon these branches,
enjoying the fresh air
and the magnificent view.
These branches have space only for those
who cherish—
for those who deserve my love.
My broken, beating heart will mend.
I no longer stand for your pity;
I no longer beg for your pardon.
This heart deserves gentleness;
this heart deserves true love.
Of course, I don’t mean guns
I mean your arms, of course
Lift them up to the Lord and Rejoice!
Praise Him with all your heart
Allow His Holy Spirit to engulf your whole being
With His mighty firearms
Let Him burn away your sins and pierce your soul
Let Him in, Let Him in
Hear ye, hear yeah
Hear His almighty call
And behold His mighty sword
Slice away any cancerous shenanigans
Immerse yourself in His love
Let Him be your guiding Light
Through these dark, seemingly darkest of times
Don’t ever let anyone stomp out your faith
Especially me, especially me
It be never my intent to ever to do so
Quite the opposite in facto
Sure, I have my moments of doubt and pain
He knows my every short coming
Sure, sometimes I even faulter
But rest assure, I read His Word
As my daily bread for sustenance
Only He is truly fulfilling
He may be the only one who cares
So, I bare my soul, to thee
I share with you how I really feel
Here’s the deal . . .
I long for a Democracy of Heaven
We rebel against kings in this country
But that’s really not His Way, is it?
He’s the King of kings! The Lord of lords!
So, I humble myself to His will, and not my own
Though sometimes I know not what I write
But this I do know, and it just feels right
“Jesus for President!” and I’ll be His running mate
He’s the President of presidents!
He certainly has my vote!
I throw down my rug, I throw in the towel
And kneel before His Grace
I pray to the Prince of Peace
Let this day be the day
That I see His face
That He grace this place, this time
With His mighty Bomb of bombs
His mighty Arms of arms
And hug the child within us all
And keep us all from harm
So, tallyho!
I lift my arms up in surrender
He really blows my mind sometimes
‘specially when I put my trust in Him.
The End.
Living in a false vision,while creating illusions of bad decisions.In my past when my footsteps became ashes,I was stealing for others who really need it.I position myself in danger countless times for strangers with smiling faces who take advantage of kindness,weakness,and talents.But now that Im polished in my craft,Im well balanced surrounded with solid knowledge and display my wisdom that pays attention and listen before I solved them.With tunnel vision deciphering through the rumble and rewritten for those who gets misguided.Cause in my experience language is the true connection of us breathing,while others sleep and dream about living,manuevering through life in a empty body suit in flesh,that dont bleed or shed.Barricaded themselves in there own prison,even there reflection denies its own visit.Its ashamed many dont realize in life we have options to disengage derange or grab on tight to what feels right.I tend to go down memory lane,visualize those precious moments in the past,were all lies,giggles and laughs.But now that I found God,I disgarded my mask,to show my true demeanor and pave my positive mission everlast.
My love
I will not ask you
to be a pigeon or a dove
cooing your pleasures away
in our liquid moments of love.
I will not ask you to be tender
or to be a timid voice,
suspended in song.
If you must be anything, my Eve
please be thunder,
and shake the foundation of our union
with the audacity of your desire.
Unleash a cry from within
with a purity that vibrates glass.
Do not let your touch become ordinary
like words uttered without meaning or intent.
Do not be
a sapphire sky filled with birds in flight.
If you choose to be anything, my love,
let it be lightning.
Yes, be lightning,
and write your name across my chest
in fluorescent text.
Show me what it means
to be electrocuted by your nails.
the trees are hued green
and woodland paths are leaf scattered
twilight touches the water
to mirror the trees and sky
upon gentle ripples
among shore reeds
a group of white swans gather
then
all of a sudden
they rise up
on boisterous wings
above my head
mate by mate
then, calmly they settle
in the distance
to drift on the deep water
mystifying
and beautiful
The Monsters Come
Every morn, the monsters come.
They come to attack my day.
Every morn it’s the same,
and every day, they strive away.
The skeletons from closets scream,
while vampires claw from crypts.
They draw and draw until I am spent.
Every day they come. The Monsters come.
Ghosts of words unsaid,
and desires of demons ripping.
Wraiths of past things done;
chasing my peace away.
Giants stomping out hopes and dreams;
while spewing fear, doubt and shame.
The Worm digs and burns through;
everything. They destroy the day.
The darkness hangs like a cloud.
It smothers my hopes today.
I need coffee, and some light,
to stand tall, and live loud.
Let’s drive the monsters away.
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I am monster
the Osiris of lost souls
lurking in the moonlit shadows
I am Frankenstein unbound
among hungry crows and grackles
I creep over the scared ground
of good and evil...
Where lies my monster bride?
I am kneeling and wailing
for her to complete and release me
from these shackles and chains
of this hellish Gothic pain and sorrow
to offer me absolution
from the atrocities of the flesh I have committed...
I am the fiendish brute
who grows fangs and hair
when the almanac forecasts a full moon
and the sky is crying meteor showers
among random bolts of lightning
I howl and shriek in terror
I am mortal seeking to become immortal
gazing in the mirror I behold a monster...
Much like Frankenstein
If I can't be beautiful I wish to be invisible
I can only be saved
by the love of a beautiful woman
I burn to be inside of her
to find her by a sun baked moonstone
to save me from this cursed life
that I have lived from alpha to omega...
I am Adam reanimated seeking Eve
fleeing inescapable horror as if it were life itself
longing to avoid being impaled by the wooden stake of loneliness
I fear I am becoming a fallen angel
living in the night of the dark soul
my pendulum swings towards you my cherubim lover
for I have love in me like none has ever seen...
My love remember this
when I find you and see you
I will come after you like a hurricane
and even though I am among the undead
I will not stop loving you
until at last the earth quakes
and mountains rise from the sea
shaking the very ground you walk on..
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I love the way he wants me.
He kisses my lips as if it’s the last time he’ll taste me,
like the last drop of water on a hot summer’s day.
His thirst is never quenched.
Dazed and confused, I emerge from a wonderland,
unsure of where or what or why.
Enveloped in his world,
I no longer know where I end and he begins.
He looks at me in ways I’ve only dreamed of,
seeing me for me—
all the flaws, the freckles, the faults—
and still, he comes back for more.
God, I love this man,
who speaks words that make my heart race in ways I’ve never felt before.
He makes my body shiver at his gentle touch,
a heart of gold, mind so pure, so complex.
My hero, my knight in shining armour, ready for war.
Ready to face the battles I fight within me,
with me. He stands tall,
waiting patiently,
ready.
never before let it blossom like
roses in such fairest sunlight
he was a man of wilderness
strong and sure in his way
a creature of knowing and doing
a stranger to this game of light and shadow
of loves falsely promised and tenderness teased
of loves true touch tenderness felt in unison with another soul
a man of the hunt for wild beasts
he sought to ensnare her in traps of logic
but any fool knows there is no logic to the heart
and its romances are all she knew
such is a fiery burning bright and true to the heart romance
such is the knowing a woman's deep hearts desires
he calls out in moonlight her name
and she comes to him
and they share wild hours wrestling
body and soul
this is the true spoken word
there is no life without love
a man of the world now
no man can stand without a woman's hand
looking at ur smile trying to see if ur really happy or not sure i see your glamorous clothes
and high stlye shoes but does he give you that love that u really want . watching mom as you
grow up taking in everything daddy does as no bid deal even as a little kid you know that
lady doesnt act like an aunty should when mommy not around. in the streets the men crowd
around just to watch you walk by i get now you feel ur a hot commdity but its just a game
they girls before you have figured out after they slipped and gave it up that their really not
that more important than the one that was before you lol funny just thinking about it as you
try to tell your younger sister to watch out and be care ful cause ur stuck at home with a
baby like mom was at your age when grandma tried to warn her too but little sis doent listen
cause she feels like you once did that she wont ever make that mistake and end up like you.
look like everything is just repeating itself until sis this doesnt come home with a baby cause
she has alreadt caught that virus and stuck in and out of the hospital cause ha baby cant
fight off the aids thats rapidly rushing through ha body. as mom blames you for what hass
happened your sister and your still blaming mom for what happened to you grandma sits
back and prays that everything will be alright baby daddy not around cause he feels hes not
man enough to be a farther not that he will admit be puts it as its not his baby afraid he will
turn out just like his farther stuck taking care of a baby and not able to live his life and end
up miserable and abusing mom and cheating with the local prostitues who have come to
know him by name and the ones who you slang crack to day in and day out too. its what
some would call the thug life lol i dont see why cause no education or streets smart to hustle
just a dummie standing on a corner with a bag in ya pocket and money that your bound to
get robbed of.
Sun RA Rockets to Mars/Tony Adamo/2000
Sun Ra rockets to Mars/ landing with his Arkestra by way of his supersonic jazzhip ship/
The red dust be a flyin’ below his dancen’ feet/
The heliocentric world of Sun Ra comes to the red planet
Sun Ra is a true jazzophonic citizen and the first musician to probe deep space/
He is a high tech hitchhiker among the stars with knowledge of the heavens above taken from the Egyptian pyramids below/
SING BRIDGE
Get on board the Sun Ra space cruiser/
Get on board we’ll travel the space ways together/
Get on board for bebop, jazz and beyond/
Dig the flight with Sun Ra leading the way/
Message from Sun Ra calling from Saturn and the milky way/
Message from” sonny”/
I’ve long left my earthly ways at Delmark,ESP,Saturn and Black Saint records/
My free jazz spacealicous music can be heard in between the layers of cosmic space to the galactic beyond
I bring you the healing force of the universe/
Space is the place
Oh yeah man talkin bout Sun Ra
The first space cruiser to dig outer space
That cat was beyond heavy
We don’t even know if he was born on this planet earth
Sun-Ra the first space cruiser to dig outer space
The first galactic man
See that sun a shinnin’
Right in back of your face
Sun-Ra space is the place
Yeahh Sun Ra doin his thing now
That creazy kind of galactic tripped out music
Bumpin ya rollin ya
ad lib vamp out (sing)Space is the place
Words from Tony Adamo’s CD,Miles of Blu
He sets the stage where he stands
He holds the mic in His hand.
He clears His throat and prepares to perform the best piece He ever wrote.
He lights up the room with his opening statement and with patience
He persists to make an atmosphere exist.
He lays the foundation for His beliefs
To grow slowly with ease
He is halfway through His time and His thoughts are flowing free.
He uses metaphors and smilies to show the audience what He sees
A cluster of consolations confined in isolation until released into a space created for an artist's presentation.
He speaks of beasts
That roam the earth and sky
That rhyme with creatures residing in the ocean's tide
Now with five minutes past He must say goodbye.
With the time He has left
He is ready to show what He has kept.
With His breath
He breathes life into the lines of His final invention
By intention
What comes forth
Is something of His own innovation.
You and I;
The pièce de résistance of His creation.
He has left the stage where He stands no more
He has dropped the mic onto the floor.
He leaves with His coat after performing the best piece He ever wrote.
I finally get it not because of what I see but because of what I know
Ocean sea side waves of glory rays shine they glow
Boats sail shimmering sands counted but winds blow
To show
To cover
To minimize
To recognized
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I finally get I am protected
I am created built to last in this
Life given reason seasons change pain pushes me in this
I am broken to see true essence in this
Destiny awaken shaken grounds uncharted territory in this
Give this time chance now has risen in this
I am glad astounded reminded of a spoken word in this
Before ancient had days
Pyramids were made
Space ships UFO trades
Columbus false gave
Timbuktu had shade
Music had a stage
Cakes had glaze
Harlem had a shake
In this before this I was made
Benefactor benefits pass before Steve Job passed away
Who would say who would be the next to pave
Waves of understanding Solomon's wisdom in his days
Would be passed on to say
Techniques had temples tipped by grace
Who would say
In this I find peace this day
Revelation revealed a momentum of accuracy I must say!
In this I find rest in this
Sealed with love and with a kiss!