OVERCOMING THE STORM
Into the storm I must venture, knowing that any attempt to flee only prolongs the ravages.
Like any storm, it is relentless and destructive, just as a well-organized group of savages.
It rips and tears at the flesh with sharp talons, trying to gouge deeper into the muscle.
Perceived as high and lofty, it disregards those trying to survive by a legitimate hustle.
The storm of the century has crept into the present timeframe,
offering nothing but clouded truths, in-your-face deceptions, and false narratives.
While poverty sinks its talons deeper into the benefits of Veterans of the United States and the honorably retired, there is no remorse.
It is time to load up all the ammunition of facts and truth and attach it to a rocket.
Push the button, light the match, and for president of the United States, I nominate Jasmine Crockett.
Categories:
disregards, appreciation, black african american,
Form: Rhyme
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Nor is it strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him, 'till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Parts of:
The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel
Still Here
I will remain
Despite the strain
The punches thrown
The anger sown
The promises made
The truth does fade
I hear what I want to hear
Disregard what I fear
I bear scars
From life’s wars
Knocked about
But never out
I am still here
I shout
Categories:
disregards, courage,
Form: Rhyme
Written December 7, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Karen Jones
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When we lose a lesson, we etch an example on a rock,
Be the alteration you wish to view, all round the clock.
We have a deep link and a prosaic mental stake.
After brittle, we allow what we did not forsake.
We seek worth in this life and deem it divine.
Wind disregards the leaves that fall upon the shrine.
Hearts flutter and linger when you're in sight.
Exuberance refers to its outstanding delight.
The exquisite tapestry radiates light from the inside.
Intertwined strands of the lustrous, silvery guide.
You hope nothing more than my crushed heart.
Would you be willing to bring us back to the start?
Time lends death the echo of silent screams.
Dark whispers back to you ripped from dreams.
I tuck away what I have experienced inside.
When it emerges, we are bound to collide.
Categories:
disregards, analogy, wisdom,
Form: Couplet
Weather changing - getting warm,
Nows the chance to leave the home,
And spend more time more time with Dora,
My French bull dog the ultimate Explorer,
She gets excited when I pick up the lead,
Then flips into madness it must be her breed,
From 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds,
Using her butt and head like lethal weapons,
Ramming the door and knocking over a vars,
No care in the world and no disregards,
After this madness we need a short rest,
What is her problem is she possessed,
Then out in the open blue skies up above,
This is her domain it's all the smells that she loves,
She then becomes stubborn and wants her own way,
Ignoring all I tell her sit down and just stay,
But I have a pocket it's filled with pure joy,
Treats are my answer it's my only ploy,
I know it's no Winner she's brainier than me,
If dogs went to Uni she'd have a degree,
A masters in human intelligence,
If there was such a thing,
I have her on a long lead ,
But I'm a puppet on a string.
Categories:
disregards, animal, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Disclaimer: It's my humble request the poem below is just based on general thinking
no intention to hurt the sentiments of any poets or person....
What is the perspective of poets about poetry in present
It looks like they feel it is a competition between poets..
So what you think is POETRY a competition???
No it's a pure holy feelings that comes from our soul and we carve them on paper to express them .
To the world,to let others help to overcome the their feelings who can't express them in words
We poets must support each other as a family
If we can't then how we are expecting audiences to support us ,to follow,when one poet disregards another just to prove their poetry is best then other...
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Categories:
disregards, emotions, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
He who disregards truth and justice
Will sooner or later go the whole hog;
His bestial appetites and habits,
His love of cruelty and power eventually will take over
Perhaps without him ever realizing the danger.
He is not only beyond the control of others
But beyond his own control.
He does no good ( like rainless clouds or fruitless trees,
Heaping abuse on anything he doesn't understand;
Spoiling the fellowship meals with his irreverent behavior.
He lives at the mercy of his brutish instincts,
Looking after Himself instead of caring for his brother.
Like storm, he leaves behind him shame and disgrace;
like the dirty foam left along the beach by the wild waves.
He's like stars that have wandered into outer space and give no light,
He grumbles about everything and have a huge chip on his shoulder.
He is one in reign,
A loud-mouthed show-off
Who flatters others for his own advantage
And give free reign to his evil desires.
Categories:
disregards, betrayal, christian, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
("Corpus Callosum", 2018, original encaustic)
Left Brain Right Brain
The two halves of our brain
exist like opposites in our world
but as wholes within our heads.
Sometimes it seems the left -
the side of words and logic and manageable things -
disregards that there is even an other,
a side that is in fact the master
that all perceptions filter through,
a gate keeper ever watching without judgment,
a side that knows
but doesn’t say
speaking instead in gesture, music and image,
that only hint at the truth,
that takes us down
the rabbit hole
to realms unknown
yet all our own
where sequences build
and break and form
kaleidoscopic worlds are born
where wind can talk
and Sun does sing
and logic becomes a playful thing
that turns to noodles
we sell at roadside stands
eat with cop sticks
that dance to marching bands
and feed to snakes
as they hum the rhyme
of ancient mariners
now lost in time…
(first published in my second book, LITTLE PINE, 2016)
Categories:
disregards, fantasy, psychological, surreal,
Form: Free verse
Somewhere the snooty scholars of the world
quietly locked inside their dusty hall
Under the dim light of a candle’s flame
decide which label to put upon us all
I see them now with my book in their hand
yelling to destroy this before it grows
Crying to the world “stop this idiot”
he who disregards every rule of prose
Running around their dusty libraries
Banging their cymbals of fear and alarm
stowing me away on some hidden shelf
before I can do anyone some harm
To all those so-called experts of the world
who will stand upon their soapbox and cry
That I am a con for not following their rules
I tell you that I do apologize
Perhaps it’s true, I am a foolish man
to think this qualifies as poetry
I do not know your rules of form and rhyme
to write the way you tell me it should be
If you’re the kind that cares about such things
you might be right to call this a farce
because I don’t use proper form and rhyme
but to you I say “kiss my ****”
Maybe when it comes time to place this book
back upon those dusty forgotten shelves
Someone who reads these words will find courage
to be the poet that thinks for themselves
Categories:
disregards, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
A snarly-mouthed, cross-eyed, pessimist with an attitude toward mean.
Ann Marie disregards opinions that are not her own.
The town has ignored her for so long, few people remember her name.
She speaks in a pirate’s brogue when she speaks, which is not often.
Mostly to a newcomer who is brave enough to say “hello” to her.
Her relatives parted ways long ago, even though she still lives here.
She is satisfied with their arrangement.
So are the other six thousand and twenty-two residents.
Categories:
disregards, woman,
Form: Free verse
Autumn's super moon is dazzlingly bright,
The Earth Princess views the super in a milky light.
Seasonal joy fills the poet's soul and cunning,
Clad in green, the landscape is rather stunning.
God made the moon and the brain the same way,
One side is clever, while the other is a dark display.
As yet, this upbeat side is still in prevailing sight
If one disregards the darkness, he is all right.
By virtue of its best features, the moon, and mind,
Inspire all living creatures on Earth with your kind.
Greens, mammals, flowers, people, and ecology,
We are thrilled by the moon and life's company.
Everyone gains widespread joyful calmness,
Water swells in the arch mimicking politeness.
Incidentally, they view, that the lily comes from the brain,
Fall is marked by joy and pretty blooms and birds again.
Written: July 24, 2022
8th Contest Winner
Joy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
disregards, analogy, appreciation, care, friendship,
Form: Couplet
The Joy of Wind
Wind isn't spiteful.
Wind doesn't intentionally ruffle your coiffure
Gusts may act like a harried paramour,
tugging at clothes, desperate for your ardour
It casually casts aside fripperies that are not secure
It disregards human constructs
propriety,
modesty,
decency.
Be silent your rancour.
Wind is kind.
You caress my cheeks with gentle kisses
Your finger wisps tingle my scalp
You blow leaves off my lawn
You surprise me with the gift of next door's trampoline
You dust the archives of my mind, stirring up long abandoned memories.
You bring me the smells of the seaside
You carry to me the sounds of home
You rustle wildflowers in a field to bring me floral scents
You carry the sounds of distant dreams
Your breeze refreshes stale air.
You bring peace, in the knowledge that there is something greater than me, that is uncontrollable but kind.
Wind isn't spiteful
It is wild
It is untamable
Bound by rules, the world needs reminding
So abandon your uptightness
Play wild with the wind.
19 May 2022
Categories:
disregards, joy, weather, wind,
Form: I do not know?
Everybody disregards
human compassion,
there's no room for kindness,
they stare and move on;
no, nobody forgives twice:
their feelings aren't rivers
flowing freely, they are ice!
No, nobody forgives twice
and admit that's only pride;
is once enough to make amends
and still, think we can be friends?
I had hoped to get forgiveness
from you and be better than I was;
no pity shows in those eyes
too angry shunning smiles!
You have built a wall I can't climb that easily;
I can't find words that rhyme perfectly
and write you the song of redemption...
what's the use of begging and not be forgiven?
I keep on climbing until I fall down,
until you realize I don't fit that laughing clown!
No, nobody forgives twice
and admit that's only pride;
is once enough to make amends,
and still, think we can be friends?
If I am not able to undo what's done,
just forgive this hurtful man and be gone;
I don't wish you unhappiness, only love...
turn this around and make me come alive!
Categories:
disregards, betrayal, desire, forgiveness, friendship,
Form: Lyric
Lot of things are being disregarded
Which doesn't meant what being ignored
But why it is
Even the fact, truth , source...
Even though the reality been ignored
Facts are getting disappear
Truth's are drowning in the depth
What about the reason for those disregards?
Whether because of what they were ignored?
Even the care have been in the state of disregard
Reasons too.
Still "Being Ignored" without reasons.
Categories:
disregards, cry,
Form: Free verse
Ambition hits her normally at wee hours
But effort is all so useless
She disregards every door with unstrained rudeness
People advice for a mechanical practice
But force brings internal cheapness
She wiggles spitting at people's foolishness
Categories:
disregards, allusion, angst, girl, social,
Form: Rhyme
Where have they gone, our poor creatures of the wild?
Their forest lost, because of human cause-
sadly sprang to suburbs- having been exiled.
Invaded, they have fled by wings, hooves, and claws,
when before, in sync with nature, they had sought
only peace- now stolen, backed by new-found laws.
This was their home until wealthy buyers bought-
with no empathy- just standard disregards,
constructing mega-mansions without a thought.
Now- they are roaming into our private yards-
their world ended by construction engineers;
huge virgin forests bulldozed and shred to shards.
From their forest homes, protected many years-
they've been driven to unsafe, urban frontiers.
February 22, 2021
Premiere Contest: Your 2021 N/A Choice
Sponsor: William Kekaula
N/A in Contest: "While Mother Earth Gently Moans"
Judged March 18, 2021
Categories:
disregards, animal, goodbye, nature, sad,
Form: Terza Rima
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