"rescinded" poems
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Not any more to be lacked—
Not any more to be known—
Denizen of Significance
For a span so worn—
Even Nature herself
Has forgot it is there—
Sedulous of her Multitudes
Notwithstanding Despair—
Of the Ones that pursued it
Suing it not to go
Some have solaced the longing
To accompany—
Some—rescinded the Wrench—
Others—Shall I say
Plated the residue of Adz
With Monotony.
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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Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition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
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Sitting in the bath once again, small blue pad in hand, bit of plastic as support, I write this poem. Albert Cat demands a bit of attention and pad slides into the water. I grab a bit of toilet paper to blot it. That makes it worse. So, blurred and vague, I reconstruct it, using magnifying glasses (2!) while watching the evening news. Here it is:
I Like Facebook
I like Facebook. I don’t know exactly why.
I like looking at the pictures,
Friends I’d never meet another way.
I like friendly messages,
Passages of verse I’d never read
If not for Facebook’s lead.
I like Likes and Comments kind,
Find in comments rich expressions.
Possibly I’m one of few - or few new millions.
I’m inspired when tired, fired up.
Even when I’ve written ‘crap’
No one’s there to trap me.
Some reviewer always sees my views,
Understands.
Someone always sends
Me praise; ends with a Like.
I’ve never had a spikey word;
Cordiality is all I’ve ever read or heard.
Commonality forever somewhere, there
Where someone wants to start a group.
Always somebody to whoop de whoop:
Somewhere folk who populate;
A troupe with common passions.
Then there are the monthly Happys:
Happy Birthdays, Christmases and Easters…
Never had one word rescinded.
Reminded gently daily:
Classmates, playmates
I’d forgotten, dovetailed,
Blazoned on the psyche;
Friends and places,
And of course, the faces -
It is Facebook, after all; the key, the glee,
A source of history.
As for weaknesses I’ve read about –
Never think to route them out,
Going ‘bout my business,
Focused on creativeness,
The lofty and the small.
I like Facebook.
Happy Facebook to you all!
I Like Facebook 3.31.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
John Berryman is dead
all his invitations, rescinded
unlikely as it seems, Pound has not been uncaged
and Pisa remains uncovered by the summer's sky
John Berryman is dead
his cantos have, indeed shaken my courage
expressions have been lifted
and letters signed and delivered
John Berryman is dead
it seems he did not die at too slow a rate, after all
the Washington Avenue Bridge spoke too quickly
and too loud, whispered in his father's voice
John Berryman is dead
released all his demons and avoided all his devils
grieve for this stranger, made friendly and strange
the bells sing too late
John Berryman is dead
bones go all the same all the same
accept our envy O winner of praise
sing your dreams dead poet
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 10:00 AM UTC
Story time children
gather 'round
for the tale of the man
consumed by sound
It all started with the turn
of a stereo ****
and a CD of a step left dubbed
that allowed the bass to explode
in the place
in the face
of a man innocent to the sub
When he awoke, slightly dazed
bass in his ears
eyes slightly glazed
he listened closely, intently
and was amazed
at the length of the drop
and the strength of the bass
tried to cover ears to make it stop
but found broken wrists rapping
tapping
to the beat, bass, and pounding space
heart attack, heart attacked
by bass and beat and beat and beating
of feet as they started to move
fleeing, fleeting, as they started to groove
Shocked by the abuse his brain was taking
he didn't think of stopping the movements
his body started making
hips popping, arms locking,
twisting, contorting, spastic
as his body was dropping
And as the bass rocked, so did his mind
each length had resistance dropping
each bump of bass had adrenaline pumping
jumping
coursing, pushing the drug through veins, so right
making him feel so, so light
despite
the heaviness his chest felt
keys on keyboards run, leaving him winded
lungs on fire, ready to implode
and when he couldn't take any more
the music silenced, rescinded
Lying broken on the floor
he begged and begged for
the speakers to speak no more
but as his shaken voice left his mouth
his fingers did reach
and with an addictive touch
and he knew what the rest of the night held in store
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Magic was in the wind today
for from its drone on my windowpane,
I caught a call,
I knew the tone
and thought I heard your voice again.
Murmurs were in the wind's low moan
for in its whisper toward my pillow,
I heard you talk,
I felt you near
and I lost the dread of being alone.
Mystic the tune in today's brisk wind
for by its song my grief rescinded,
I knew the lilt,
I had you here
and what I heard my heart believed.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
I don't know how it happened.
This leviathan,
Dismissed so casually.
All glory —
Now fading and unknown.
Promises emptily rescinded,
Without consequence.
Without care.
The woman only known in my arms.
Now happy without this tender embrace.
One of us in ruins.
One of us reborn.
All passion and fury denied...
Rendered in pity,
Shameful and frail.
Once a lion,
Once a titan,
Once a myth!
Now a fool.
You are the hunger I never knew.
The night rain.
The stars.
What is left without you?
Only disgrace,
Only mourning.
Empty breath.
I regret nothing.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
***** fission
ringwormed and worn
in a fetal position
blue blood(less) and opaque partly venus partly awake
brittle smoke the basement of youth
from the lower
drifting street outlined by morning
gashed translucent wings and braid
empties out the milk brigade
(ice water hymns collided gaze rescinded unto twitching haze)
dried rose thorns upon her head
yourself the queen denied the dead
footsteps 'neath the ardent wonder
shy gaze threaded 'tween the thunder
20 numbers in a pin ***** line
wishing they were pierced by 9
if 13 could he'd lick your prime but 13's 0 next to 9
(number 9 in its prime was nothing less
if not divine)
pulsing thorough the line is fine
young of spirit and sanguine
1-10 were neighbor kinds
11-20 like grapes upon an earthen vine...
but they all shied away from
0....because
0 led a life of crime
was going away
then dropped a dime
he ratted out his old friend 9
then skipped this town
due for the rhine
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Rescinded feathers of gold,
ostracized from above,
thriving on macerated souls.
exhaling silence...
through obsidian realms,
eternal purgatory,
brimstone corridor facade...
waiting in exile,
darkness interwoven with fear.
life interrupted...death prevails.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
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Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart
Upon the hither side
Has Dowers of Prospective
To Denizens denied
Inquire of the closing Rose
Which rapture she preferred
And she will point you sighing
To her rescinded Bud.
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when, requisite pains reside
in the heart of the poet.
awaiting release by the gaoloring, racontuer or racontuese reclining, scornfully, within.
it is then, it happens so,
upon the granting of the id's manumission.
memories, maudlin or immeritous
are rescinded from the bitter, saltfaced mine,
of personal history..
when such are finally granted jubilation,
given proprietary parole,
on, the nib of a pen.
they then, take time,
as of now,
as in the present tense,
to, relieve themselves, copiously, onto to paper....
leaving only an inkstained
jumble of letters,
for you,(those left to toil)
to decipher, as you may.
before on the run for freedom's wind
they go....
like..... lemmings off a cliff.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
My happiness was just a misprint
The timing can't be more awful
I rebuilt myself up from the ground
I expected that I'd grown from it
Yet somehow I've regressed to when
I let shadows seep through cracks
I've just left myself vulnerable
Is there a cure for hollow cries
Where hope could spill I swim in fear
Of retracing my oldest of habits
The future was once an invitation
And at this time has been rescinded
So I hide in my corner and wait forever
That I'd flow with the courage I lack
But as everything is taken from me
The unknown is deadlier than I wish
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
To know a love that transcends all,
Where all else fades to grey,
And all the trivial toilings known,
Promptly drift away.
And there's no longer any need,
To question future lot.
And all the failings of your past,
Promptly are forgot.
And euphoria is a daily breath,
Effortlessly received.
And all the love that is professed,
Promptly is believed.
And any foe which may appear
Is easily defeated.
And every "I love you," softly spoke,
Promptly is repeated.
And all thoughts, silently known,
No words even shared.
And any injury received by one,
Promptly is repaired.
But when one of two depart,
And one life is ended.
Hasty promises of forever,
Promptly are rescinded.
And I'm not certain all the pro's
Can make up for the con,
Of enduring a day when such a love,
Promptly is just gone.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
Battling TL Leaves B2B
The Fake God finally won the battle
The battling TL got booted out of the B2B account
She asked him how he would feel on it
It’s ok as we’re friends and you’re still here
You reported the Fake God for his six thou wanga
He got another rep to give him and he lost ninety four thou
When suspended that month tho he was finished
The call centre rescinded that and gave him a month rest
He came back as only he can do the job
You reported his lieutenant lap dog for dodgy upsells
The magic number is five users add four to the one you picked
Both are still there like pet dog and food bowl
You mark on the account is noted and in my poems
All the best on your reassignment
And stick with the army training too
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 1:01 AM UTC
At first there was life
and it thought it'd live it whole.
But later it teetered on the edge of a knife
as it steadily descended into a twilight of the soul.
Nevertheless, from this void can bloom a flower
if only, it but courages the mirror in sight
and choose to believe in its power
to be the spring of its light.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
I rescinded the invitation
You can stop your invasion
Careless
Cruel
Calculating
Perhaps even dumb like you said
Inhuman you are
You are not welcome here
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
The stars came down from the sky on a happy evening
They were children for a night and played with madness and abundance
They danced the somber evening out in the ghost grass as it coveted all dirts.
Forgetting for so many moments, wreathed in the now
They'd been burning with power, changing the fate of forever
And existence.
Songs of so much destiny were played out by their weary hearts.
And for a while they were not alone, foreseeing futures untold and impossible yet
Right in front of their eyes
Rescinded to the heavens forgetting naught
They burn as childrens glee in innumerable skies
Never to be lost.
Until the ghost grass sees the light of many days past.
And the stars come down once again
To dance in the vision of tomorrows wake
Until drawn back into nothingness
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 3:39 AM UTC
What wicked waking day has thou cast upon me?
For fallen forsaken I shall rise and rise again.
Take this turmoil upon yourself for I take you upon my back.
Keep all neurotic speech ever rescinded, for tonight you burn with me.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
A silent trap ensnared my life,
my head felt pulverised,
a stolen voice and lifeless limbs,
left me perplexed and paralysed.
I sat in frightened endless wait
confused and petrified.
I could not shout nor dial
for help
I simply lay and cried.
I woke, still broke, to a familiar
call,
with sense and rhyme inverted.
No indicators flashed this change,
life's path strangely diverted.
But this was not a yellow wood,
For I never had a choice.
If I had, I'd have called their names,
rather than mouth in silent voice.
They looked at me confused and shocked,
a mother disconnected.
No thoughts, could escape this shell
with mind still unaffected.
Shuttled there in flashing blue
hospitalised intervention,
with medicated urgency,
testing a failing comprehension.
But I'd lain long in darkened time,
and missed that magic hour,
the minutes gone forever,
tick-tocked in rescinded valor.
My symmetry from right to left,
had left muscle withered fading.
I felt their gentle massaged touch
too late for caressed salvation.
I've seen their hurt at losing me
or that part of me that mattered.
My life has been frozen still,
but theirs has sadly shattered
I lie here, long night and drawn out day,
moving, unfortunately assisted,
my internal struggle to communicate
leaves doubts I once existed.
The years this stroke has stolen
and drip-dried a mother's tear,
has wounded deeply, this mortal coil,
filled my tomorrows with shades of fear.
A silent trap ensnared my life,
no one could interfere,
but when you visit, please talk to me,
lest you forget, I'm still in here.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
In my palm, I offer four.
Glimpsing, you ask, "Isn't there more?"
Had you accepted, you'd be sure:
Fruitful abundance was in store.
Not understanding soulful lore;
Rescinded four; a ceased sojourn.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Rudy's idea
that trump
hush money
with character
witness in
a defamation
law suit
rescind the
amount in
question for
favorable glance
with Stormy's
****** this
question of
honesty no
longer applicable
in case.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
stop by the side of the road
and sitting scarecrow's style cross-legged
waiting for the sunrise
waiting for the swift silent desert world to unfold
come sit here a silent sentinel with me
wait for the swift sun to beat its hard feet upon the ground
wait for harsh winter's hand to be rescinded
for the cold night to recede
here in the desert stillness
come sit here cross legged in the dry sand
feel
the air itself holds its breath in anticipation
you can feel the heavy hard excitement moving
in the clouds overhead
burnt dry by the anvil of the sun
love the sand on your tongue
wait here with me
scarecrow's cross-legged style
on the sands without a sea
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Once the love had been rescinded
I don’t think it could be mended
Even though we both pretended
Look at where it actually ended
With us running out of patience
Placing blame then battle stations
Acrimony and accusations
Name-calling and strained relations
You can’t drink
From a broken glass
Nor live your life
In the past
You have to move on
And alas
Accept the color
Once the dye has been cast
For the record I would like to state
That our love had an expiration date
And so it crumbled there’s no debate
Cos there’s a thin line between love and hate
Once that fact had been detected
Though we tried it couldn’t be resurrected
In the ghetto of the love that we erected
Weeds grew where the ground was neglect
You can’t drink
From a broken glass
Nor live your life
In the past
You have to move on
And alas
Accept the color
Once the dye has been cast
What’s the point in seeking answers
All the leaves have fallen off the branches
In the burial ground for failed romances
Lies the graveyard for second chances
It’s pointless for us to try to return
By now you would have thought that we learned
Play with fire and you’ll get burned
You only get out of life what you have earned
So excuse me while I proceed
What we want we don’t always need
The wise ones learn and then take heed
Even though their hearts may bleed
You can’t drink
From a broken glass
Nor live your life
In the past
You have to move on
And alas
Accept the color
Once the dye has been cast
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Why do people come so unglued?
When the one they love decides to leave.
After all, they just a person.
Love, is a giving quality offer in kindness.
Which can be rescinded within a moment notice.
It has never been accepted as a token.
Why do people let love destroy their soul?
After achieving it strictly for you.
Sometimes, it pays to let it go.
But unglued they become with irrationality.
Losing all sensibility to truth and reality.
Leaving many wondering why?
They vented frustration in that kinda way.
It's hard to explain.
We offer opinions and more.
While knowing the one with the answers refuses to explain.
Least anything of common sense.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC