OMNISCIENT OMISSION
My poem forcibly removed from the
text book by a higher authority.
Like a deleted scene cut from of a
film reel of an old movie.
To be lost and never found again.
The themes of the anthology no
longer being fully explored or
understood.
How history can repeat itself.
Comparable to the Nazis.
All copies must be destroyed.
The words I spoke
and the words I wrote.
Torn from the pages.
Torn from my hand.
Torn from the student’s minds.
Ironic how English teachers do not
understand the English of my work,
yet they teach the violent tragedies of Shakespeare…
“How shall I murder him, Iago?”
“Romeo must not live.”
“Macbeth does murder sleep."
Now, all that Remains is a page as
blank as closed minds…
“This page is left intentionally blank.”
I sit alone, lost in memories
Nostalgia and what could have been circles above like vultures
They circle high with the midday sun,
Mocking me.
Ever present, the winged harbingers of hindsight.
Down below, I am bathed in shadows.
The past is the night sky, each star another burn in the tapestry of time.
Choices made haunt me, paths untaken breathing down my neck
That seductive could-have-been,
But I am left with the distending maw of what-has-been.
The moon shines through windows
The drapes bleached with time
The room around me
Vast in its emptiness
Suffocating me with the reality I have to face.
Some things are best left unspoken,
Even if, once told, I could breathe.
Utilitarianism dictates,
One should be sacrificed for the many.
Wounded, woeful woman.
Hostage of hindered hope.
Yowling, yearning, for you.
*1408 Acrostic Triplet Poetry Contest
*Sponsored by: Brian Strand
*Entered on: 08/31/2025
Hang your head in shame:
kept quiet in the face of injustice
~ the lingering taste of cowardice
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
A Photosynthesis of Conversion
David J Walker
The tender plants bow under the
Sun and dance to the voices of
Indecisive winds in
A compliance of survival
Confessions of sins of omission
And confusion of missions
Pay for admission to the
Summer Social
And when called upon
Singing the sacrament of
Dissonance in words that
They can and cannot remember
The tender plants mature
Denying they are what they are
In a deception of plausible
Disinformation where
Such lies are the hiding places
Of obvious truths
You made me believe you cared.
You made me believe that I loved you.
You used your “charm”,
and got me hooked.
You knew how to lie,
you knew how to manipulate,
and you used that to your advantage.
You hurt me,
without even saying hurtful things.
You lied,
and you warped my heart to still love you.
All you use to get to people.
Not kindness,
not being helpful,
not being truthfully caring.
Only…
Lies of omission.
at times what was not said
speaks louder than what was said
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
Maybe I should have told you how much I cared
and admitted how much you mean to me
Maybe I should have opened my heart to you
and revealed my innermost secrets
Maybe I should have let you know that I love you
and could have bared it all
The signs were there if you knew how to read them
~ I waited for you to meet me half way
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
You whispered to me ‘I know how to love,’
I think, am I an echo or clear sound?
There’s a question I need to get rid of;
Do you think of me when I’m not around?
The next time you see me may be the last,
perhaps I should say that I adore you;
Don’t let precious moments go by so fast
regret and realize how fast time flew;
Hang on to every moment we’re given,
holding tightly to a faded snapshot;
Staying quiet? A lie by omission;
Cannot ask you to say what I have not;
I try and speak then my courage just snaps,
I will love you until the stars collapse.
Odd character that smacks God’s right hand.
Miserable wretches - the media
Is underhanded.
Spits in the wind; truth is
Suspect…fallacious videos, omissions
Itinerant…on the cutting floor.
Obama speaks —
No one hears his piece.
9/30/2021
Not bringing along my tool
Has me made a fool:
A gross violator of workers’ first rule,
A copyist of the stubborn mule
And one to again lend time to some school…
And here I am, seated, “Very Cool”,
Unrestrainedly gazing at a purplish pool,
Though I’d deserved all but a viewing stool.
Solid roots buried deep within the earth
Though a chimera
Far above the dense ground
High high above
Where there is no one else around
But down down below
To a place rarely talked about
Where everybody goes
To confront the darkness that lies within
Slowly eating away at our soul
Slowly devouring us all
A species as a whole
Will things ever change?
yes
For better or worse
The answer is unknown
Whether or not we choose to live life recklessly
We all endure our own kind of legacy
Whether or not we choose to be seen
Is irrelative to our destiny
Run from Fame
Ego
Arrogance
Radicalism
Carrying the restricted hatred of shame
With nothing of any true value to gain
Chasing satisfaction
In an immoral domain
Having the power to enthrall the criminally insane
Having to always pretend to play this game
Hoping that it’s all a game
All from the same death set aflame
Burning ghosts of an iridescent pain
Praying that some sense of morality still remains
Insult by omission, oozed from her remark
When by chance they happened to pass in the park
Some steps beyond
On him it dawned
That what she said was, "Hello there tall and dark!"
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15
please suspend me high
so i can see the New Smile
on New Earth Above....
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