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Few will believe my genuine praise
Of the rare graces you so subtly possess,
Men of a lighter spirit may trace
My adulation to some forbidden drug.
Yet if men your gracious beauty opt to doubt,
May these immortal lines your record keep;
And may that rare seeker of truth unbelieving lies
Find these enduring lines in some forgotten heap.
Ashamed, they will read ‘Ode to Kate’
And curse the error of baseless doubt.
Your fame shall outlast the rigors of fate
As you get peppered into the larger earth.
The yellowing ode to your fair features
And wasting flesh under Nature’s weight
Shall not your unmatched loveliness erase
But make sweet the tale of gorgeous surfeit.
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux (trumped up)
accumulation unfairly fingering
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
From Birmingham to Baghdad, Blair sent my son to war
to battle in a conflict based on Bush's baseless tales.
The bombs fell like the lies from politicians mouths
and the sons and daughters of ordinary people died.
Blair sent out our soldiers without the slightest care
As it will not be Tony Blair's sons lying on a desert floor.
With weapons of mass destruction that only existed in Blair's mind
and promises to Bush we will stand by your side.
UN resolutions lay broken because of Blair's lies.
Just like boys and girls who's fathers died.
Soldiers sent to war with weapons that did not work.
and with a ratio of 1,000 Iraqis to every soldier who died.
Don't let politicians bang the drums of war
as it will be your sons and daughters that die in unjust wars.
Vote them out of office tell them where to go
release the doves of peace, and spread your love around the world.
I can’t believe this is the Sweet love I toiled for,
The love I spiced with texts from dusk till four,
That made me feel above the clouds
Is now ending in rootless and baseless feuds
Dear Love, where and when did I mistake you?
I was ready to lose my all, just for you.
I moiled in my hustle nearly breaking my loin,
And heavily spent on you to my last coin.
I can’t believe you can leave me in this state
With my tears raining for unfortunate fate.
I am back to where I was in the last decade,
A depressed, lonely and broke comrade.
At least now I know the source of my love tragedy,
Sheathing love with all my wealth and energy,
Who could have uttered this in my presence,
That young love is a complete pretense.
Was it love or a mere infatuation?
A fashioned bridge to frustration.
Loved, I was too fast to conclude,
Yet I was in a heartbreak prelude.
How can I believe in love for real?
If the danger it creates no man can heal
How can I forgive, forget and accept you back?
Lest you come with a furbished heartbreak pack.
I can’t believe in love, not even once.
Not even if you sing and make the goats dance.
I have been severely bruised and hurt
I got no strength to put together my heart
I don’t think love was meant for me.
Even if you come back to ask me
After days, fortnights, months, years and above,
I will always tell you, I don’t believe in love.
Poet Name: Teacher Kevin
Poet Bio: Love poet
Trapped, Scared, Wary
A dimly lighted room,
A boy with no way out,
Heavy metal locks on the polished brown doors,
An abandoned clock ticking away,
Counting hours, minutes, seconds,
Before the predator awakes.
Trapped, scared, wary
Crouched down at the corner of the room,
A boy hugging his legs,
He rocked back and forth,
He moved with the ticking clock,
The air was thick with fear,
His body tensed at the loud stomps behind the door,
Or was it just his fearful heart,
racing like it could tear apart.
Trapped, scared, wary
The floors suddenly creaked,
His deep set eyes widening as they traced the sound,
Finding nothing but an oppressive silence,
He wondered if he'd imagined it all,
A boy with olive skin,
Now pale from the sudden fright,
A predator loomed outdoors,
Of that he was now sure of,
Tick tock, Get up, the clock sung,
Pimpled bumps arose on his sweaty skin,
Did the clock talk? Certainly it could not,
But what if it was real?
Trapped scared wary
A boy with baseless terrors,
Plagued that a predator hunts him,
Basking in misery is a boy,
A boy who unknowingly refers to himself as prey,
Shivering with fear,
A predator he doesn't know,
A predator he hasn't heard,
Yet so terrified of.
Trapped, scared and wary,
A boy trapped scared and wary of the unknown.
NOT BASELESS IS
Not baseless is the ocean’s roar, the build up to that bass before
it all comes crashing into shore, foaming it draws back for more
I’m sure that there are high notes too, perhaps too high for our purview
but to the sound of rock and roll, I find that sea has taken soul
By Aaron Davis
Not voiceless is the ocean's roar, crescendo notes rise off the floor
it all comes waving on the shore, rising up to meet me at the door
I'm sure that there are treble clefs and flats but heh! what I adore,
is when Maestro strikes a pose, it makes my soul, begin to roar.
By Mystic Rose
CALIBER:
Burn out the news,
If you think of it being new.
The talk of what I've been through,
Doesn't appear as truth.
It's a risky deal for you.
I'm seeing it with few,
To be an unimaginable conceptualised deal.
Back in our younger days,
Where we just trap to efface.
Something I never accept to taste.
People call me lame of shame,
For I choose to be myself in the game.
Smoking, killing, robbing never my aim.
Wasn't part of reasons why I came.
I get a different plan all the same,
With my red eyes picturing my lane.
Impressing nobody, fear not to be sane.
Go ahead and shoot me Mr. Sake of fame.
What gets me stronger is an undying flame,
Unlimitedly causing magnificence,
Born out of intellectuality walled by faith.
This citation proves my legitimacy on slate.
As I stand by personal competence to be awake,
To clearly elaborate minds laid on await.
At the end we all will be clinged by conjugate.
And our spines will elevate,
Causing a tremendous change to propagate.
No suicide, fratracide would be in minds.
And every heart will show some kind,
Only for that goal to be held as one.
When the table serve some wine,
We then say a good deal is done.
But hold on some minute,
Maybe you're actually not getting it.
Well, Some also might be lost to think,
Especially those folks diregarding this.
This is a reality defining who I am.
I don't go contrary to the norm.
That's going wayward or doing wrong,
Because I don't forget where I'm from.
And I throw no stones to those who conform,
To the system that corrupts.
It's their choice,and I'm informed.
In my circle do I not stay common,
Assertively taking refuge in a dungeon,
Protected by Judah's Greatest Lion.
On him do I forever rely on.
My strength and happiness,
Sourced from his greatness.
Placing me at the top to be fearless.
What then could make my life baseless?
I'm brave and earnest.
Withstanding against pellets,
Discharged to cause breakdowns,
Against my life anyhow.
In fact, this is really detrimental.
Yet, I modify it willfully to be topical.
Funny how the narration goes,
I don't care about it though .
I stay keenly to achieve my goals..
Strictly do I hate to oppose.
And thank God my ambitions is not disclosed,
For my worth to be blemished the most.
Yes,I'm Anderson Walkingshoes!
I'm strong, determined and bold.
A tapestry lay in an ancient sun,
Basking neath a ventrous day yet unspun,
Colorful hues of ocher and saffron,
Draws aqueous fumes that moist production,
Every eye, blossom, unhatched egg, greet, opens,
Fortuitous bounty spreads emotions,
Gathered, skins, feathers, and scales, 'bout all strewn,
Harken a flightless prayerful dove a tune,
Invocates breaths to cite a liturgy,
Jolts loose a cloak of boundless energy,
Kingpin meanders its righteous release,
Lifts a poised sky veiled like an altar piece,
Mirrored echoes o'er a restless domain,
Naked beings wild, nay wear traps of vain,
Oaths show side-by-side, generating warmths,
Pleasant touch between life, light and air, calms,
Qat leaves pools a creeks hold, stirs brew a tea,
Raven espies to hover, pecks a spree,
Symmetry fulfills in a baseless realm,
Tenacious wanton rhapsody days' whelm,
Universe descendants be a joint trust,
Vast spectered spectrums spirals to adjust,
Webbed stars a new sky, quietude abound,
Xenon fades into a nulled swarty crowned,
Yielding yawns, surrenders lids to be froze,
Zzz's orchestrates descents towards a lulled doze.
Date: 06/01/2019
I’ve been empowered to inform you that never again
Will I allow you to light the flame of rage or ridicule within
The walls of my very being.
Never more will you pierce the core
Of who I am and anything I’m seeing.
You are hereby vaporized before my eyes
Into the nothingness of forgetfulness
Which is less than having ever
Lived and breathed at all.
You are smaller than the memory of
Earth’s first turning like a blue-green ball.
Leave me now, you of such baseless insignificance
And return to the pitiful depths
Of your own self-centered, concentric view of who
You think you are and have always chosen to be:
A god among men, legend above legends
Living far beyond the realm of reality.
I see you now for what you really are…smoke
Rising into the night sky
Disappearing toward the stars…
Whose molecules and atoms are so minutely scattered
That collecting them would take infinite light years
To discover how little you mattered.
My only prayer for you is pity
Which is all I have left to give.
Farewell, your myth having been dispelled to the gates of hell
(If such a place exists for those few,)
Whose life was wasted on ignoring, degrading and attempting to destroy
The unquenchable and indistinguishable
Beauty, love and unbounded good graces of humanity,
Like you.
TURN IT UPSIDE DOWN
?
Turn it upside down,
Let it make meaning:
Death is Ocean that can drown
and animate how you're feeling.
Turn it upside down.
The relic of them that mourn
wails in the wake of forlorn sound.
Death takes all and spares none.
Turn it upside down.
The reflection of our lost friends
is our image when our time is now.
Our unending story starts but ends.
Turn it upside down.
They spite and compare you
with your age mates out of town,
but their graves are inscribed "Adieu".
Turn it upside down.
Amassing wealth is baseless.
Life is birthed but death will dawn,
it is the last grief nonetheless.
Turn it upside down
Your homies are gone & down.
The reflection stares from their graves,
and the loner mourns his favs.
Turn it upside down.
Two worlds but same fate they plough:
The beholder is gone in brokenness
as well as the illusive friends.
Turn it upside down,
whether you smile or frown,
death and separation are either way;
So live your best life each day!
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? May 2023.