Short Infamy Poems
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evil lurking within the hearts of men
negating what goodness remained,
a time of infamy it shall always be,
a bloody chapter in human history.
If Narcissus had just been a female
she would not have been infamous at all
Admiring her locks in clear water
she might have been anyone’s daughter
The infamy of war itself, in sacrifice, gloom or glory
Eventually determines who are set in bronze
Eternally in pose itself For those cast to further story
Form:
The infamy of War
Whether itself in victory, sacrifice or gloom of story
Eventually determines those who wait cast of bronze
Posed for its eternity, and a certain glory
He has talent first seen as delinquency
That has given him fame, perhaps infamy
When he’s mad or chagrined
He’s inclined to break wind
With a sound like a Beethoven symphony
The infamy of war itself, whether in sacrificial victory or gloom defeat of story
Eventually determines who await cast of bronze
Eternally posed, for it's own never ending glory
Form:
Together Bonnie
We set out on a love spree
For eternity
Blinded by no tear
We will always remain near
Never showing fear
You have not left me
We survive in infamy
Bloody destiny
Art, Action, Death
Great Nebula
Stellar nursery
Cradle to grave
Clouds of infamy
Entomb Orion
Killer of beasts
Born of Bulls Hyde
Stung to die
The peaceful sky
Harbours violence
Is such not but for the "Infamy of War," when already known are the faces who would not await cast in bronze! - Sayeth General George Pickett's Ghost Division of young men now gone...
Television way back in it's infancy
Pure as the driven snow, no naughty imagery
Bikinis, not a chance
No extra tight pants
This distorted view of life will go down in infamy
A day
Yesterday
2400 hours long
didn't talk to my baby
stayed up all night
making her a tape
hoping everything's okay
my mind was just agape
that's all I have to say
today is a virgin day.
The best thing of all …
a memory treasured
The worst thing of all …
a memory shamed
Blessing the one
cursing the other
To live on beyond us
— in praise or blame
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
A hot summer afternoon
A news flash around noon
John Lennon shot dead
For infamy instead
Mark Chapman for the kill
For him just the thrill
And we lost a treasure
Gone from the world forever.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Perfidious infamy
Designs derogatory
Promotion of anti-culture
Nomenclatural delinquency
Advance ultimate heresy
Sub-humanic conclave
Intentions for a world grave
Noisesome clutch of vultures.
©Joe Maverick 7-6-2022
What lies before us?
Infamy, renown, glory...
or obscurity?
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(C) John C Michaels, June 2014
Written for the contest, [A Haiku with a Theme and Title, "Destiny"]
Sponsored by Leonora Galinta
Third Place
playing for keeps,enemy of my life long entity calling me , and me calling it infamy.
needed not to outlast the limits pushing me and me pushing it limitlessly.
freedom hanging limiting the throat full modern day lovely calling it golden
Colors in the sky
Red dots winged evil
Black stench of flaming fear
Rainbowed path of burning oil
Whistling sting of shrapnel’s stolen lives
A sunny Sunday gone wrong
The tattered flags
RED WHITE and BLUE
John G. Lawless
©12/7/2022
Ginger ‘s hair now grey, bragging
Impishly, how she had worn a mini
Never short of partners when
Going out until small hours dancing
Enjoying the infamy of being a rebel the
Rosy cheeked lady recalled yesteryear
infamy
the war to end all wars
did not
thus are the endless battles
ever fought
for we refuse to learn
lessons taught
by empty windows draped
with golden stars
by those who carry still
war’s hidden scars
John G. Lawless
©12/7/2019
Vandals,
graphity,
is it an eye sore
or art on the wall
We all leave our mark
Monumental or small
Chiseled in stone
Or in memories
Don't be forgotten
Like the wind on a breeze
Whether it's grand or merrily a speck
In infamy
LIVE
Without a regret
You've been reckless
like a marsh fever
You've got the infamy
Did you really need
that Hollywood look
Being with you
makes it hard
Your eyes of blue
are a culpable blame,
You gallivant around
Your furtive dream is over
The Sun is an aside
Solitary you run
The golden bell clangs and a name, is read aloud.
Like human incense, in the shape of a lovely
heart-cloud.
Many want to forget America's day of infamy.
But to family and friends, each name bears much
love and eternal dignity.
September 11, 2019
Infamy is not dignified.
Or pleasant.
As the speculation would pool around me.
I would find myself degrading.
And feeling horrified.
Shaking from the travesty-
The one used to keep me safe.
Steeping in the empathy-
That they say I’m not capable of.
Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!
Captured everyday is where I cherish our memories
Enraptured by you is where I explore our intimacy
So focused on you is where I planned this destiny
Encouraged by you is where I fulfilled any infamy
You are an inevitable entity resting inside of me
Holding on to whatever I forever prolong us to be