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Sam Temple Apr 2014
torn asunder, morality lives in a cave at the edge of society
wishing only to be remembered
passionate rebels encourage it forth
desperate to show that family values
live in America still
but what is a family? or a value?
any people living and working together
for a common goal
is a family
and feel their work is valuable
conservative America begs to differ
needing to place rules and regulation
on concepts and ideas
like liberty and freedom
forcing a nation of round pegs into a system build
on squares
by squares
for squares
and we accept poisoned foods and environmental degradation
for the chance to win Megabucks
when I die
I will haunt all who sit in diametric opposition  
to idealism and hope
unless there is a Christian god…….
Jon Shierling Oct 2014
Three shots of Jameson and a few mouthfuls of Publix potato salad in, and I'm ready to write. Or so I thought. And yet, in some sort of cosmic ****, somebody with a name out of the past liked a poem on this site. No picture, no poems, no identifying information to speak of. Just a name. I don't even know what I was going to write now. Had some sort of an idea to talk about this job I have and tie that into a metaphor for America, all this very clean plastic and mysterious machines emitting odd beeping noises as I blast Muddy Waters and croone to poor people on the telephone who are far more bewildered than I. But now, oh no, not now. Now I have to reconsider my assumptions, yet again, and this on the heels of finally resigning myself to the demented suspicion that there really is no place for freaks like me who run off of alcohol and a sort of dark throw-back Watergate mentality. But now I have to look up at the tiled ceiling and have a what-the-**** conversation with the great comedian in the sky....again. I guess that's just the way it is, people coming and going out of life, and me doing everything I can to try and make some kind of sense out of this outrageousness. Ah ***** it, this is the Blues after all, and man oh man, sure makes a good story.
Sub Rosa Jan 2014
Please.
I love you with
outrageousness.
with admirable fascination
and awe.
Heart heavy
with disdain,
I live like another
d i s m a n t l e d
hero.
Holding only
contempt for the skin I wear
as I kneel
at your feet.
be-U-tiful Jan 2015
There soon will be a time of peace and love and happiness,
and the children will dance under the rays of the sun,
so beautifully and gracefully with joy in their bones,
but for now there shall only be war and hatred,
death and sorrow,
screams out outrageousness,
and pain.

Until this day where the children dance under the rays of the sun,
there will continue to be racism and money issues,
dishonesty and mistrust.

Right now we can only hope for love and peace,
hope for right now's and forever's,
hope for wealth and equality,
and most importantly... hope for  more hope.
alternately titled: any resemblance between this title,
and living persons purely coincidental.

Generality maybe doth equate,
this non-overt obvious purpose
to any hidden agenda
insufficient to generate
pitfall of obloquy, ostracism,
and outrageousness
response, nonetheless of late,
this fluttering not alluding
to anything more than
innocuous overture,

no matter this poem tethered,
suspended, and braced
on tenterhooks I await
tinged him, who felt
tempted to communicate,
(albeit vaguely – deliberately),
but yet perhaps bold
daring, and outwardly
enough to arouse,
quiet aspiration begat

upon unspecified social media
hankering suddenly toward
reflexively reaching
for opportunistic masterful bait
I pray no implied
illicit transgression,
hence hope NOT
to induce backlash denigrate
ting logophile predicated
on unintended outcome,

sans this human
spirit did enervate
merely from flattering comments,
that moost likely
will NOT transcend
uplifting virtual fate,
whereat this web surfer
experienced alluring,
captivating, gravitating
intoxicating kindled magic,

yet steers far clear
blatantly didst debate
against broadcasting
explicit sentiments, create
ting unwarranted ballroom
blitzkrieg of potential hate
towards me, cuz aye
merely aim to communicate
em ma nant worthy attraction
toward one modest gal

with true mettle of late
only gently broaching,
how euphoric her comments,
(oft times juiced one word),
affected mine psyche to hum,
jingle, and pleasantly vibrate
and quasi valiantly
tis folly to wait
for "the right
moment," to elevate

an affinity, though aye dont
infer any inappropriate
iniquitous tete a tete,
thus enough clues
(albeit ambiguous), she
unwittingly within rhyme,
her worthy existence I state
hence someone I would
like to date,
you figure logic
of this sexagenarian married man.
MAHIMA May 2018
The first challenge To be born
lots of comments and judgment
but i feel a single supportive hand
yes i'm alive
and trying to connive  

see this hollowly world
what a wonderful pretentiousness
now they starting to make my life hurled
emotional or painful outrageousness

never do us deface
all your dream would be erase
hold on! you can't choose your life
and i, i am just holding the tears on smiling face

yes! i am raising my hand
but the brutal world twist it badly
and i, i face it sadly

they cut the wings of fairy
and put her in fire and now she get marry
suffer quietly and now i'm helpless
but playing the role of wonderful actress

i've birth house and death house too
but i hardly say nothing is mine
i just only pray, all will be fine

a thousand dreamy fancies
but can't enjoy the candies
i hate to be a girl
i quit, i quit now it's whirl

my broken dream, my broken dream
i wish i could win but unfortunately it just a  broken dream..
This poetry is close to my heart. it shows the real situations of a girl's life.
hope you like it

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