Vaunted Poems | Examples

Murky Mists of Narcissists Trysts

Varnished Tech Titans
Tattered totems tarnished
Viral tribal bible spiral
Tainted talismans taunted
Cash cows flaunted
Gerontocracy trumps democracy
Theocracy stumps hypocrisy
Autocracy dumps diplomacy
Haunted schism prism
Vaunted Fat Cats
Enigma?…just
Dogma & Stigma
Tit for Tats
Martian Martial law
Doff your hats
To techno-*wats
And petro-*rats
Deplore or Encore?
Poor Planet in flux
All about the bucks
Ersatz Fat Cats
Well More is More!

Happy Birthday Barbara

Happy Birthday Barbara
With Love, Frank
04/23/2025

Happy birthday Barbara
I am sending you my love
To your vaunted place in Heaven
As you're watching from above

You are gone but not forgotten
For the years we spent in life
You were the best, I could have had
As a lover, friend and wife

The Grackle

An ornithologist of renown
studied every bird in town.
Indeed this vaunted scholar of worth
catalogued each tweeting thing on EARTH.
Quickly and thoroughly he dispatched
all those creatures that ever hatched. 
There's only one he didn't tackle.
I'm afraid that was the grackle.

The Cycle 6: Twins

Flourishing begins. In the balance
jewels sparkling green and blue.
Tentative fronds with daunting climb
from warming depths, ever upwards.
Scornful Giant rages above; life fuel.
Spiteful rising waters are smothering -
cooling; organic in purposeful desire. 
Random chance repeats changes again;
ancient pathfinding revealing providence.
An algorithm in time. Ever learning. 
Reaching failures educate young
unthinking minds, of the the Twins.
Twin jewels in promise and destiny,
wards kept close; safe from the abyss. 
Lifting them up to mind’s canopy,
as roots raise trees to the sky.
Generations immeasurable past.
Vaunted consciousness long awaited.
Looked upon the sky and were.
Children of the Twins.

Sunshine Boy

Sunshine Boy, Sunshine Boy,
Drowning in the rain,
Waiting for the sun to kiss,
Your vaunted gravy train.

Racing for the Hall of Fame,
You found the finish line,
Winning in the wonderment,
Of Thee and Thou and Thine.

Surfing on the Silver Sea,
Of storybook and rhyme,
Mount Olympus victory,
Without a myth to climb.

Sleepy eyes and lullabies,
And milky ways in space,
Stretch across the universe,
And settle on your face.

Sunshine Boy, Sunshine Boy,
Many tears ago,
Did you lose the victory,
Beneath the virgin snow.

You broke the beaming hero,
In the race to win the past,
And lost the winning slipper,
In a stormy overcast.

Your sage is like the scandal,
Of a million scathing scars,
A pocketbook of fading faith,
Instead of falling stars.

The vortex of your virtue,
Is a vain and vaunted best,
A relic of your sacrament,
Without an honored guest.

The clouds are clapping near you,
But the crowd is unimpressed,
The morning dew is melting,
For the jester and the jest.

Sunshine Boy, your glory,
Is the story of our dreams,
But fate is not a fashion,
When you linger in the seams.

To Recall and Restore Our Freedoms

American soldiers have given their lives
    in war after war after war after war
  Be they in the Army, in the Navy
    in the Air Force or the Marine Corps

  For four constitutional freedoms
    they made the ultimate sacrifice
    Freedom of Speech, of the Press
    Freedom of Religion, of Assembly 
         the right to petition and redress

  Rightly do we honor the fallen heroes
    who've nobly defended our country's ideals
  But it is on us who remain to preserve what we've cherished
    not to forgo them in tawdry backroom deals

  Yet it seems that is just what we've done for the past 60 years
    What began as 'cultural revolution' has morphed into fascism and fear
  Can we this Memorial Day recall and restore our vaunted freedoms
    ere they vanish in dusky corridors of abandoned museums?

The Daredevil Rescue

Stranded in war torn Sudan, 
Dreading yet another dawn. 
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.

Men and women, young and old, 
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of  fear, 
Longing for their near and dear. 

Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight. 
Manned by pilots skilled and brave, 
Tasked to rescue and to save.

They were flying almost blind, 
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night. 

Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission. 

An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one 
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.

Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined. 
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.

India's vaunted military might, 
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see. 

Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami 
AMC,Rtd 
29th April 2023.

His and Her Conversation

.

                     the bard
                     Vaunted
                 ‘bout the snap
                  uv her torso’s
                        hip's
                    cambered
                       shape

                         her 
                fixed fundament
                       Spoke





okay okay...
* "fixed">firm
* "fundament"> buttocks
;) ...you ass'd...i meant asked...yes i did

Black Heart

No finer witness to the unchanged heart,
he dishes scorn and heaps high his disdain.
A gift with words, quite clear is his command,
yet his tongue spews forth filth, is entertained.

The chains weigh dark and heavy on this soul,
and yet imagining himself as free,
he marches to a beat both dire and droll,
and fails to grasp the reason he can't see.

The self has raised to lofty heights, this one;
he, from his vantage, sneers down at the rest.
A wasted gift when all is said and done:
a hormoned chick beating a vaunted breast. 

Here too I found myself in olden day;
as others did for me, so I will pray.

Luminol

The midnight masquerade ball.
Seemingly slight brocade shawl.
Beseechingly glance, decayed hall.
Haunted trance, unafraid fall.
Vaunted skies evade all.
She tries dissuade call.
Decree daylight, unmade, befall.

A Prayer That Turns Plea

When prayers turn to pleas couched in a veil, 
And pujas, covert pleas for His pardon, 
When Bandagis beg— a bargain for a bail, 
Worships aim for a vaunted place in sun; 
When sacrifices seek choicest of fruits, 
Charities search for a place in heaven, 
Gifts get given to gain matching return, 
Pilgrimage a pass-time, no search for roots. 
 
Bless me Lord still, let my hopes breathe alive, 
I pray thee that in peaceful sleep I rest— 
Assured in luxury-laden a nest, 
I pray that honey sweeten my beehive, 
  And as ye keep well-supplied my huge store, 
  I swear to love thee, if so, all the more. 
____________________________________________ 
This sonnet is sung rather tongue-in-cheek and is a light satire on prayers that be veiled pleas for wanting something or the other and are not rendered as thanks-giving to God, as all prayers should be. 
Sonnets | 17.11.08 |

Vivacious Bookworm

Virile bibliophile -
Volumes, his vaunted prey -
Vibrant and versatile.
Voracious in a way, 
Vastly varied in style.
Versed quite literary, 
Vermin literally. 

May 6, 2021

You Hate the Candidate

YOU HATE THE CANDIDATE!

You hate the candidate!
He is a populist demagogue – 
dangerous, deranged and despicable!
You did it to yourselves! You developed 
a “southern strategy”, reduced your once-proud
neighbors from citizens with a mission to whiny
tapped-out taxpayers, impatient and paranoid,
intransigent and scared! Sure of moral high ground,
you launched your religion into your neighbors’
bedrooms, their genetic histories, their public school
curriculums; made compromise a sin, shut down our
government only to re-open it with calls for a theocratic
state, dragging your god through the fear-funded
excrement of political campaigns, bad radio talk,
planned parenthood vigils, your vaunted Christianity
a department of corrections on a national scale
So, you hate the candidate! A man of anger and intolerance!
But you did it to yourselves, and like the petulant child
whose unforgivable negligence let the fire get out
of hand, you did it to the rest of us too!

Unseen Treasures

Unseen Treasures
By: Miracle man
November 23, 2020

When his calendar days had finally passed,
before quietly fading, a parting shout.
To family and friends he had been steadfast,
it was unseen treasures he vaunted about.

Matthew 6:20
“But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal:”

Trace of Trance

 
Silently succumbed at night 
To Her intangible sight...
Vaunted muse vanished by dawn -
Vibrant verse humbly lives on. 

November 3, 2020

• Short Vaunted Poems
• Famous Vaunted Poems
• Best Vaunted Poems
• Read Vaunted Poems
• Long Vaunted Poems
• Vaunted Quotes