Engendered Poems | Examples

Who's facilitating hate

I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear and death and as such.' they whipped into a frenzy 
Did not comport sensibly, rather ran stories on a spitting
Causing a killing ' that claim though un-proven' fed through
The people like leven; most poision-ed.' So fellow humans
Suffered, against them curses were uttered.' Then violence
Unseemly unleashed.' Such a shame there was seen.'
I ask why such was the theme.? I hope much better is
Engendered, And should these media outlets be held?
Sequesterd.? There should be a redress.! I'm proposing
To combat false information, that should not be the least.'
Instead on truth may we feast.)

For He ministers, and will here govern precious?
(Yeshua) most welcome' He alone is the best!!

Eurydice and Her Moonbeamed Tresses

Why in his presence, did her soft heart, always like  sweet 
cotton candy melt?
Orchestral songs engendered the tenderest feelings, to her 
heart, so aquamarine velvet.

Such starlit, subtle, shameless, suggestive glances!
An antennae in every way was she, inviting kaleidoscopic, 
tsunamic romances.

On the fog cradled ship, with a cape of fog, blessing her 
chiseled,moonbeam face, 
His arms enclosed her in a velveteen gold, cuddled in his
silent, starshine embrace.

Oh, poetess, penning of feelings of deep intimacy.
Your poem, will be stamped “romantic “?
A term, you loathe and find so very meaningless and worse, 
utterly curt and disgustingly pedantic!

But only a poet who knows your heart to its scarlet
inner flaming core,
Has the outstanding bravissimo to knock on your truly 
insatiable, heart’s-door! 

Dare he try his wings and wish for such magically,
exotic, sensual satisfaction?
Wrapped in those twilight, wild, moonbeamed curls 
of Eurydice’s Olympian extraction!

                              6/4/2024

Casting Off The Bow Line

Casting Off The Bow Line

Goodbye
my unwed darling
I’m married
to this dream

Freedom
calling out to me
betrothal thus
redeemed

Bachelorhood
a Siren’s calling
Feted tween
the sails

Truant winds
to act upon
Legends
tell the tale

Setting off
this final time
Rudder
in my hand

Truth when hoisted
up the mast
Liberty
— commands

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

So Imbued

Crime without sanction
honor among thieves
Tomatoes tomattos
prudish obscene

Rules as their written
intention entwined 
Good becomes bad
sight becomes blind

Credence engendered
by those so imbued 
A prince or a pauper
depends on your view

The world in a tailspin
no two think the same
the baby the bathwater
— praising the blame  

(The New Room: February, 2024)


Time Awaits

Not connected to 
the dollar

Courted
never wed

Engaged to no one
but himself

Making
his own bed

All fame and fortune
lost to fate

Constancy
of mind

Whose future readers
time awaits

His legacy
— to find

(The New Room: February, 2024)

admit one

i love you ...

to the cold marrow, i do
beastess of black
the art of you, ritualistic, raw
all your names wrap me
savage, winged and wondrous …
tempt me, tepid dragon
i dream of the pursuit
wrought in timeless space
wispy, winding the world
biting my tongue with bitter citrus
or dripping with rhythmic, parenthetical
perfection …
dance for me -
break at the score, residue-righteous
engendered non-generically
come, venerated venom
and strike true -
crimp, shine, bubble, breathe
sing my veins ...
hot, horrid harlot of the haggard heart
neuron-nasty and aflame
a receptor conflagration, reborn
divinely devilish …
i - Mad Molly's sullied son -
curse you with all i know
and woo you with my innocence, lost
i nail you to a cross
of considerations and care
only to worship your ruin
the lion's paw to your Androcles, merciful
acid tears to wash your feet
and blood …

to bind.







Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 7, 2021; update November 24, 2023

Engendered

Though not meant to offend,
I simply won’t pretend
you are the Adam’s apple
of my eye.

That stubble and those hands
may pass on OnlyFans,
but quick’s the brain to grapple:
that’s a guy.

The Unsupervised Stop Sign

Flirting with disaster 
On this fast-moving highway of life;
Speed demons incurably infected 
With the disease of impatience.
I tremble with disgust
When shaken by a fierce gust of wind 
Engendered by ill-advised velocity.
Acknowledge me, disrespecting demons.
Don't barrel your way through as if I'm not there,
Lest you recklessly careen off 
An approaching curve on the road;
A hefty price paid 
For sledgehammer stupidity.
The rules of the road couldn't be 
More simple; slow down 
And stop for me.
Come to a complete stop 
Like everyone else; look sideways,
Then proceed with caution.

Two Words

In a world filled with losses and gains,
One  need to assess both realities.
Most resently, I have considered both when
I saw them wrapped in the words, grief and gratitude.
One word dealt pain and the other released a touch of heaing.
The two words are worlds apart, yet they engendered
Similar emotions in that they make me cry.

When God Died

Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.

God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.

God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.

History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.

The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.

The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.

That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.

God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.

Before and After

The history of the world
has been divided into two
eras known as BC which stands
for 'Before Christ' and AD which
stands for 'Anno Domini', a Latin
term which means 'Year of our Lord'.


I have chosen to divide my
small world into two eras
as well, known as BB and AB.
I was born nearly 22 years BB
and have lived some 51 years AB.

BB, BEFORE BARBARA, there were some childhood
sweethearts. There were teenage crushes and a
few heartbreaks. For a brief period, I retired
from romantic pursuits. That is until Barbara
came along. Her smiling face and sweet voice
pricked me in the heart and quickly brought
me out of retirement, turning my whole world
upside down.

Yes, BB there must have been 10 or more
girlfriends, but none arrested and captured me.
None engendered a ring nor came close to the
words 'I do' or 'I don't'. But Barbara and I said
'I do'.  Since Barbara, there has been no AB, 
AFTER BARBARA. We have shared more than 50
Valentines, and yes, she's still the one.

012523PSCtest, For Love's Sake. Regina McIntosh
5P

Thou Wretched Spot

Thou wretched spot, thou churlish little knave,
canst thou in truth believe thine own deceit?
Engendered by thy lusts, thou art a slave,
ensconced by thy morality’s retreat.

Ye target those placed trusting in your care,
such innocent, inquisitive young minds,
yet lurking in thy cerebellar lair,
a single thought, corrupting all it finds.

Thou seekest normalized attraction thus,
outraged when thy detractors say ye groom,
yet utilizing TikToc to discuss,
there plastered on the walls, thy queerish blooms.

Thou maledict, thy curse flies off my lips:
now pass through blades and lie among the chips.

—————

for the Shakespeare in 2023 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
written on 01/08/23

Together We Shall Overcome

Nigeria is on the precipice 
A country in dire need of redemption 
Blessed extravagantly by providence 
But ravaged ignorantly by
Leadership failure
Built on faulty foundation of
Impunity, corruption and nepotism 
Which has engendered overtime 
Inequality of crass proportion 
As insignificant few
Swim  in obscene opulence 
While embarrassingly majority 
Wallow in criminal poverty 

Arise you men of good will
Silence is no longer golden
Arise wrestle our country back
From the spirit of live and let die 
Arise my compatriots to the clarion call
To rescue God’s masterpiece 
From total annihilation
Stand up and be counted 
Together let us overcome

Why Was Daddy Crying

He was always strong;
always self-assured;
always in charge. 

Never a weak moment did I
ever see in him; never saw
him afraid of anything.

I never asked him why;
Never asked grandma why;
Never asked mother why;
Till now, I have not asked
any of my siblings.

The sight of those tearful
moments never engendered an
inquiry, but never escaped my
memory. And early this morning,
the thought shouted out at me,
and I wanted to know why.

Why was daddy crying?
I remembered that hurtful cry,
an awful sigh. Someday, perhaps
I will know the reason for daddy's cry.

091222PS

Nihilist Footsteps

Nihilist Footsteps


       I have always wanted...
       in the black on black silence
       the womb and the grave
       no respite is engendered
       no soothing harmony sung

       so it is that we are haunted
       by the language of our fathers
       wrapped in hope and fear
       running down a hallway
       feathers brush my eyes
       across the red horizon
       swept up by the loving edge
       past tense on my left side
       future perfect on my right

       the mask I wear is speaking
       I am the me I've never met
       saying these hollow words again
       truth is a liquid mirror
       we are the orphan light of stars
       reflecting back and back
       a perfect web of distance
       drawn tight around the spark

We Pause To Say, Thank You

"...that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously
on the field of battle".  Letter To Mrs. Bixby, President Abraham Lincoln.

In 1864, from the files of the War Department, a statement was brought
to the attention of then President Abraham Lincoln.  It referred to a mother
of five sons whose lives were lost in the Civil War.  The statement engendered
a most sincere and heart-warming letter from the president to Mrs. Bixby. It was
a prayer for her bereavement and much gratitude for such "a costly sacrifice upon the altar of freedom".  Today we pause to honor such heroes as Mrs. Bixby's sons.

053022PS

Storm Clouds

A buzz-saw wind
peppers a far horizon.
We hear the nails falling
from an impossible distance.

Damage will be done elsewhere;
instinct squeezes a grey glue
out of blind brains.
A razor-teethed storm
is coming.

We share this piddling dread
with puddle dancing sparrows,
they suspect,
we suspect,
a suspicion clouds all eyes.
Many are all thinking too much
making the sky edgy with thought.

Bundles of nerves
have brought us here
to listen to the engendered,
the endangered,
the ponderous tread of the
shuddersome.

It is then we know
that we are all Acts of God
in a ravening, infidel world.

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