"indict" poems
My mind is foggy
Though I'm not groggy
A mist emerges
My peace it purges
I see contradictions
And feel convictions
That inflict conflict
And indict convicts
So I accumulate cumulus clouds accordingly
To fog my marshy mind more horribly
My brain becomes a banshee
And screams from my mist
She shrieks an awful list
Of everything wrong
And everyone gone
Her voice blasts through my cerebral stratus clouds
And her voice echoes within the silent static crowd
The clouds I gathered to block her wailing
Are completely empty and always failing
They look so absolutely grand and solid in the sky
They're just water vapor that form droplets in my eyes
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
Try this! Another site I rarely visit [long since extinct by 2017], had that weekly challenge and this time it read as follows:
Using the poetic style of your choice, answer the question “Who am I?”, without using the pronoun “I”. Instead, write your “poetic biography” in 3rd person.
Here was my submission....does it make sense?
Yours Truly
(sonnet # CCCCXLVII)
No butterfly, perhaps a moth? just lent
Some precious time to try to fly while night
Reigns, ere the morning dawns. A reckless wight
E'er chasing carefree; mayhap too, half bent
Unwitting on a troubled course, intent
On fun and happiness whilst grief its plight
Imbues with sob'ring grey, as if t'indict?
Where time's misspent in tracing romance' scent?
"Forgiven" as a blessing daily sought,
Its nameplate hangs for all the world to see.
And if Truth's lessons seeming dearly bought
May mercif'ly be granted taught, 'twill be
A better ending than this vain life's wrought,
If when time's up, it flies, O LORD, to Thee.
07Jan12
D66d
By Jennifer S. Gordon aka Cheeky Missy
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
Written not to thine appraisal accord;
Words that aim to torch the infernal loom,
Seeking the world of sorcery and sword
Unconfined to thine astringent courtroom.
Methinks thy hackles must surely be raised
For hours laboured, tempering such sleight...
Yet adamant this pen, wielder unfazed
Mirrors many thou haplessly indict.
Scholars of insight construed only thee-
So feebly traced was this artistic lie;
A labyrinth from which my muse soars free.
Minoan mentor, dare not I deny:
It may be an Icarian Ascension,
But stands it staunchly, lacking pretension.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:32 AM UTC
Like a heat wave in the summer
I indict an intense pulsating aura
Struck with overbearing temperatures
Sweat trickles down your spine
Before you notice, I flee and leave you behind
Like a blizzard in the winter
I am raging at first
until the last bit of snow
Then it's cold and quiet
Piles of frozen water, just like stuck emotions
They are piled up but still there
I breathe in the air
It freezes every last bit of me
I'm cold but yet not emotionless
I'm the most intense seasons of life
I leave you with an impression
That way you won't forget me
That was my plan all along
I may not be present
But I'm always there
Just as the summer and winter
I fade away
But I return
Yes, I'm unforgettable
I freeze and then I burn
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
Lights! camera! action!
Pretending that events are accidents
Appointed laughter
Framed gatherings
Steady buffing
Drawing
Smearing
Lathering
Turn your face into a masterpiece
And your fashion into a catastrophe
Then your catastrophe into outcasting
Take away normalcy then preach you blasphemy
Then wonder "why are they after me"
X then dotted line just says "that you're mine"
It says "sign neatly" and "read briefly"
And now that he's gone...your the repeat
And if you leave...they gotta 3 peat
*** will get you a check
And if you thirsty for a disbursement... Burp out controversy
And swallow grade A ********
You'll get applauded for being a first class fool
Who didn't graduate
But there's still fans who gravitate
While your old class mates are still someone else's class mates
The former students now have degrees
The ones you call to design your foreign furnished mansion
The ones sold you that million dollar car
The ones you pay to fly your private jet
The ones you pay to manage your career
The ones who indict you for your drug possession
The ones who over the counter prescribing you your addiction
The ones who will do the incision to try and maintain your drunk liver
Miss and mister
They demand their respect
Surviving grueling semesters
The newly alumnus
Will retire after they make a difference
A difference for our children
And by the time that your contract has ended all you talked about is killing
Rims spinning
Money getting
Blunt twisting
Liquor sickening
Girls stripping
Discharge sipping
Jewelry glistening
Superstition
Stomach itching
Teeth missing
Thread stitching
Eye twitching
Thirst quenching
I don't get it
Albums full of insignificance
...
But your not trippin'
Because you won't fall as long as you don't walk when your boss tell you to crawl
If you rock shows
Wear clothes that you never chose
If you pose to live a life that's another man's role
You'll soon believe that you're not from this globe
And you'll soon speak how satan stole your soul
Everything you value is so extraneous
And for that you're famous?
So it's only one recipe
If you wanna be a celebrity you must lose your integrity
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 6:36 AM UTC
I look and stare at the beauty of your pair—
so new, their intricacies I now study.
The color is subtle and quite comparable
to my desk’s dark grain where sun and wood have lain.
Lost am I, in those eyes, such that senses die.
Eyes pull away, gazing now at that smile’s stay—
it’s kind and shy, and encages butterflies.
My heart will palpitate with a feather’s weight
each time those lips take rise— such, is love’s reprise.
My mind rests on you, and tranquil thoughts ensue.
For you I pine, with your hand clasped in mine—
these feelings transcendent of lovers just met.
Your eyes—a spark—inspire love and fire.
The latter I fight, thus this verse I indict
for its aesthetic appraisal. Your Musal
qualities mold my virtues to grow twofold.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
I started writing poems years ago.
Someone said i even missed my calling,
which is kinda flattering but may also have meant i was pretty lame at my real job.
I get distracted by the Likes
Verse and vice,
Prose and price,
On the site.
Statistics and counting,
not lofty fodder for wit and imagination and love and bleeding.
But, I get distracted by the likes,
And I want them.
Natalie said they don't count twice.
Ooh, once I was even trending. But I suspect that's a ploy to bait me.
Still, a time in the sun, even if just a coding device.
No real poet would find that proper.
Perhaps I'm just not a poet, or even poetic.
I suspect there's other evidence to indict me.
Please don't be too harsh, or worse, click away.
I want to write a verse that strikes a chord,
But I get stuck on just which ones to play.
Because I'm looking for the lightening bolt to turn yellow.
I have IRBD envy. But not of verse but of what, or who follows.
For Likes.
I know thats lame and not what a real poet would do.
A poet of noble and lofty thoughts, of obtuse meaning and lyric wordsmithing.
With a cult-like following and others just trying to figure out what it means,
But they know the poets name, and that counts for something.
I'm impure and unworthy, or perhaps not talented
A poetic imposter, a fraud.
I've got the likes to prove that anyway,
If, that's what they prove.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:40 PM UTC
the beast in me wants to romp
and enrage the beast in you
tonight
you see my beast is locked up
in chains, a fearful cell--
locked tight
but when yours calls mine
it answers with unabashed
delight
"set me free," it begs
and the shadows grow
with fright
with myself and my desire
my deadly determination that I—I
am right
then your pet answers me and
out they fly—sparks and gunpowder
ignite
the beasts in lethal fury
grievances, protests, objections
recite
unfettered, unchained, and uncontrolled
they spin, they soar, they destroy
they fight
we lock away our agency
our wisdom—our love
from sight
our pets are eating us, my dear!
we look at each other and mourn,
contrite
too late. the damaged flesh
has uncovered our bones and shown us
each bite
there is no return.
but perhaps if we wrestle,
unite?
with every power we strive:
we send those animals back into
the night
when the morning breaks at last
have we gained
insight?
are we richer than before?
do we know any more with
hindsight?
is it worth the blood we bore
as our beasts fought before
daylight?
silence. there is no good
from letting the beast pretend to be
a knight
we have not won this day;
the events do nothing but
indict
we must build cages that hold our beasts
that constrain this ugly temper
more tight
and keep our hands off the latches
because love is always better
than spite
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
It's just so unhealthy.
bad for my grades
bad for my appetite
bad for my slumber
Just handcuff my cortex -
I can't keep pretending
like this isn't all I think about
I can hear the sirens coming
so I start a crossword puzzle
To distract; lest I indict myself more.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
At Etemenanki, the bell has rung
Echoing into the dark desert night
Apostates speaking the Adamic tongue
Though the sky is old, the earth is still young
And the world is still full of love and light
At Etemenanki, the bell has rung
Free the prisoners who have not yet hung
For even the ****** could never indict
Apostates speaking the Adamic tongue
Every voice cries out, every song is sung
While the jealous one looks on at this slight
At Etemenanki, the bell has rung
And from the ziggurat, his hand has flung
(As they all protest and declaim his might)
Apostates speaking the Adamic tongue
The crowd babbles and speaks and shouts among
Themselves, but none meet with any insight
At Etemenanki, the bell has rung
Apostates speaking the Adamic tongue
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
I won the race,
tail me.
I lost my balance,
Don't right me.
I won second place,
bewail me.
I lost the toss,
Don't kite me.
I won the ribbon,
impale me.
I lost my cool,
Don't ice me.
I won the job,
avail me.
I lost the argument,
Don't cite me.
I won the bid,
assail me.
I lost the battle,
Don't fight me.
I won the vote,
hail me.
I lost the my way,
Don't slight me.
I won the lottery,
blackmail me.
I lost some will,
Tread lightly.
I won the case,
bail me.
I lost the cross,
Don't indict me.
I won the girl,
unvail me.
I lost some teeth,
"So bite me!"
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
My endless emotions can ..
Never be described..
My emotions can not
Ever be confined..
My mind always has more to write..
But raindrops..
can not ever be described..
My heart always has more to delight..
But this happiness..
can not ever be described..
My beats always has more words to unite..
But desire..
can not ever be described..
My fingers always has ready to indict..
But creation..
can not ever be described..
Wet soil's fragrance can not be defined..
The joy of childbirth...
can be only realized..
The expressions of love..
can not be clarified..
The soul of words..
can not ever be described..
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Before losing a job that’s gone
Overseas Bob’s not alone
He worked his fingers to the bone
Then had to refinance his home
His benefits have now run out
Future employment is in doubt
He wonders what it’s all about
Now all he wants to do is shout
God bless America, what for?
I hardly know you any more
You reward the rich ignore the poor
A divine reckoning’s in store
To a conservative’s delight
Budgets are cut left and right
They spend billions for wars they fight
And no one seems to get uptight
But not one dime’s spent to restore
The safety nets we had before
See charity’s not at their core
So it's about the budget, oh yeah sure!
God bless America, what for?
I hardly know you any more
You reward the rich ignore the poor
A divine reckoning’s in store
I disown my Uncle Sam
America I say *******
For what you seek to blame on ‘Bam
Just because you think you ca
God bless America, what for?
I hardly know you any more
You reward the rich ignore the poor
A divine reckoning’s in store
In the face of so much blight
How can they even sleep at night
Yes this is meant to indict
Those who refuse to do what’s right
Jesus said among the olive trees,
Beg your pardon, excuse me please
What about the least of these
The ones you seem to always squeeze
God bless America, what for?
I hardly know you any more
You reward the rich ignore the poor
A divine reckoning’s in store
To a conservative’s delight
Budgets are cut left and right
They spend billions for wars they fight
And none of them gets uptight
But not one dime’s spent to restore
The safety nets we had before
See charity’s not at their core
So it's about the budget, oh yeah sure!
God bless America, what for?
I hardly know you any more
You reward the rich ignore the poor
A divine reckoning’s in store
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
in hidden corner there's a place for sleep
you know it well and will come out to play
in your good time meanwhile you'll let me keep
my larger vigils on this cloudy day
seeking the wisdoms of a time of pain
with half an eye cocked for the coming rain
and senses focused on approaching night
(we know it's coming though the day is bright)
hands put together purpose that is kind
while every heart is poised for instant flight
into the bright dominion of the mind
the lives of people never seem so deep
as feline hungers in their simple way
you are the wanderers and we the sheep
our normal tasks will seem to your delay
from urgent hunger and there is no gain
from what we're doing that seems to you plain
it does not come within your line of sight
provides you nothing of your household right
the sort of thing that is best left behind
lest it should bring a darkness or a blight
into the bright dominion of the mind
your eye is focused on the things that creep
across the yard that you would wish to slay
we know this and for fortune will not weep
but wonder at the words you'd like to say
if speech were given and you could complain
at being bound in by such a golden chain
as if we punished your for our delight
and thought your chiding visions could indict
our cruelty in keeping you confined
but see you move with happy summer light
into the bright dominion of the mind
prince you might think this subject impolite
and such debate is not the best to cite
yet we must take the pathways that we find
from your dark rule of chaos and old night
into the bright dominion of the mind
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 8:18 AM UTC
I am a victim
Of crimes against
Humanity.
Being members thereof,
We are perpetrators
Sharing the accused's glass box
Or standing as a witness.
With arms raised
We surrender with deference
To pulpits, daises, chambers, courts,
Banks and dealers.
In a slight of mind
We conferred,
Then anointed
The con-men
and
The can women.
It's spellbinding.
Almost pointless.
We won't insist one
Indict one's self.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
I am glad when each
Patriot says “impeach”!
It will be perfectly all right
If they also say “Indict!”
Then jail him that night.
Truth returns when he’s gone.
Just goodness from then on.
And then people of all colors
Will re-learn to work together
We can make that last forever.
There’ll be a celebration
Clear across this nation!
Then the Republican side
Will need to run and hide!
We’ll hold our heads up high
And bid him a loud goodbye.
We’ll jail him and his pets
And be sure to never let
Americans ever forget
We’ll take away his pension
And never even mention
His name without spitting.
He’s lucky we’re not hitting
Or kicking where he sits!
There’ll be a celebration
Clear across this nation!
Then the Republican side
Will need to run and hide!
Take his awful brats when he leaves
They did whatever they pleased;
Their morals are so small,
Those ugly acorns didn’t fall
Far from the tree at all,
He’ll sit on his golden throne
Except for ****** him alone
And tweet his ignorant tweets
While the lawyers beat feet
And sound a loud retreat.
There’ll be a celebration
Clear across this nation!
Then the Republican side
Will need to run and hide!
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
*how they indict me betimes
the things i've done
how they exalt me on occasion
the things i've done*
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
Tired Of This Conversation
By: Cedric McClester
Another unarmed person is killed
By a cop
It’s usually someone black or brown
Is it not?
It shouldn’t matter what the color
It’s just has to stop
Before another person
Gets choked or shot
Say you’re tired of this conversation
Well so am I
But I don’t wanna see another person
Needlessly die
No matter what the rational
Or the reason why
You can’t bring ‘em back to life
With a tried alibi
No one said a policeman’s job
Isn’t hard
But that’s no reason why we
Have to be on guard
If we’re black or brown
In order to ******
The fact that we’re in fear of them
For a start
Say you’re tired of this conversation
Well so am I
But I don’t wanna see another person
Needlessly die
No matter what the rational
Or the reason why
You can’t bring ‘em back to life
With a tired alibi
You’re tired of this conversation
We are too
But all across this nation
There’s people on the move
Hoping the situation somehow
Will improve
So that we can put the needle
Back in the groove
Say you’re tired of this conversation
Well so am I
But I don’t wanna see another person
Needlessly die
No matter what the rational
Or the reason why
You can’t bring ‘em back to life
With a tired alibi
Grand juries will sit down
But never indict
The perpetrating policemen
And that ain’t right
When they come back with no true bill
That just incites
And moreover it denies
Their civil rights
Say you’re tired of this conversation
Well so am I
But I don’t wanna see another person
Needlessly die
No matter what the rational
Or the reason why
You can’t bring ‘em back to life
With a tired alibi
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
this thief in the night~ left his prints in sight~ on that wayward flight~ around the moon's light~ he stole what you write~ harboring your ship's right~ for his boat is spite~ he caused a storm's might~ buoyed by his own smite~ yet fished the sea, quite~ and caught an indict~ this closure shines bright~ thanks to a beacon's light~
Logan Robertson
8/19/2019
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
People like me
Those tired of the act
******** is the only required skill and that's a sad fact
We've come to realize that life is a chess board filled with too many pawns and not enough knights
A place with too many battles to fight
Too many fears during the night
So many obstacles in sight
Simply too many to write
But onward we press into the light
Well aware and cognizant of our birthright
As our brothers keeper so together we must unite
That sense of duty we must reignite
Not minding how many times we must recite these words of revolution outright
Because the trajectory of this generation we must at all costs rewrite
So tonight
I not only disinvite
But to my greater pleasure I indict
Discord and strife
For tonight they must take their flight
Against them I incite
An excommunication ban of the greatest height
Because only after their departure can we begin to make things right
Bringing ourselves out of darkness and into a future so bright
A so marvelous light
With everyone forthright
The air ringing with delight and hearts so contrite...
A future like this would truly excite
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Who determines
What’s the proof
That’s required
To find the truth
Shouldn’t we question
Who’s the sleuth
And do they want
The answer forsooth
Or is it political
At the root
It’s apparent
If you’re astute
They’re just trying
To dilute
A reputation
Which they impute
But what’s done under
The cover of night
Will come out
In the morning’s light
It’s the truth
You know that’s right
It should be them
That we indict
Who determines
When it’s enough
All of us
Should call their bluff
Cos they’re not dealing
With no cream puff
So why should we
Tolerate their guff
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClesrer
He thought we wouldn’t detect it
But it’s just like we first suspected
Though he claimed he would perfect it
He tried to change it but wrecked it
And as we might have guessed
His new health care is a mess
Leaving seniors in distress
While others benefit more or less
He thought we’d never know
To what depths he would go
But time moves on to show
You reap just what you sow
He has a certain knack
To present lies as a fact
Which he never does retract
Even when they’re stacked
It’s a tangled web he weaves
He thought that we’d believe
All he says he could achieve
Things most cannot conceive
He promised rainbows and puppies
******* his base in like guppies
Or like uninformed yuppies
Like we’re fools or inductees
He thought we’d blindly follow
When it’s a hard pill to swallow
Cos his guarantees are hollow
Get the picture it’s a Kahlo
It’s as clear as day from night
Healthcare should be a right
So his words serve to indict
On that he has taken flight
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
let me fruition this now
with emphasis. There will be noise
disavowed, and only the full metal of silence
would indict the plenary moon.
whatever you say, it shall will
itself to the ground, obvious of its
decay long overdue. This time, precision
of aches outrace light – only this night,
and in some other nights when there is
only the blue glare of your face in the
nauseating vertigo of words intimated.
now, in the barenaked room,
everything will enter as if the first time,
the last ones too – all at once so suddenly short
and handsome with abeyance.
you were out into the world and I won’t
flinch nor blame. Soon when capable,
all of this will whittle into one fine laughter
pivotal towards the wary sides of mercy.
soon nothing, as changes
were inimical, silence will champion our
places, remembering you in the unclothed
sunlight of the South when we faced North,
watching boats wade in speeds of your freedom,
in the boulevard where at one point in time,
I have left you spaces to occupy,
only mine errors found.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC