"vetting" poems
Excuses Excuses...
So MANY EXCUSES... !!!
For The Type of Looseness...
That Has Embraced NOOSES... !?!
EXCUSES For THIS...
EXCUSES For THAT...
EXCUSES For Plans...
That Have CORRUPTED Man...
BAD EGGS In The Batch... !!!
Where Policeman Are Hatched... !!!
Oh YES Bad Eggs INDEED... !!!
Is How RACIST Cops Be...
When RACISM Feeds...
Their Motives On Streets...
And In Turn How They Deal...
When They’re Using Their Knees... !!!
And Using Their... GUNS...
Like These Tasers That Stun... !!!
And Choke Holds That DON’T... !!!!!
When They Leave People COLD... !!!
Excuses UNFOLD...
Even When They Are Shown...
To Move... So Much SICKER...
Than Those Known As KILLERS... !!!
Excuses Come QUICKER...
Than Confession Sinners... !!!
Because of Protection...
These Bad Eggs Be Getting...
From Those Who NEED VETTING... !!!
BEFORE They Pass Sentence... !!!!!
These Excuses I Mention...
Are Those With DEFECTIONS... !!!
That Need REAL CORRECTION...
That’s Neutral And... CENTRED... !!!
Like... Natural Selection... !!!
There Are Others That SMOTHER...
...... Historical Blunders...... !!!
Like Those Now UNCOVERED...
About... CERTAIN Brothers...
Who Sold Their Own Mother’s... !?!
For... Colonial Masters...
A... FACTUAL DISASTER...
That’s Been So Well Plastered...
That EXCUSES Run Talk...
That IS STUPID And FLAWED... !!!
When It Comes To The Past...
And YES... Slavery Paths... !!!
You See Some EXCUSES...
Breed... MORE THAN Denial... !!!
They Hold Certain Files...
That Are TRULY OBSCENE...
Within... Black History... !!!
Like Those Now EXPOSED...
About... Certain White Folks...
Who’ve Earned Money For Shows...
With... BLACKFACE Videos...
And RACIST Themed JOKES... !?!
That Are FORCING These Peeps...
To Make... APOLOGIES...
As If They Will CLEAN...
Their Slates With Black Peeps’... ?!?
And Of Course Yes EXCUSES... !!!
For Things They’ve Been Doing...
That Lacked... Racial Prudence...
So Just Like The Others...
These Excuses PROVE LOOSENESS...
Is Something That Humans...
Exude In Their Movements...
And In... CERTAIN CHOICES...
That Have Done MORE Than POISON... !!!
Yes... HUMANITY... !!!
When... ACCOUNTABILITY...
Is What NEEDS To INCREASE... !!!
Because These FALLACIES...
Are What Make Some Heads Feel...
That It’s Best To... "Conceal"...
Themselves Behind LIES...
And... FRAUDULENT Deeds... !!!
And The Need To Keep Choosing...
To AVOID Being TRUTHFUL...
Instead of Indulging...
... In All These...
......... “ EXCUSES “....... !!!
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
Months of sweating
vetting every word written
Shivering over all
that remained hidden
Rocking back and forth
Recognising the demons scream
Asking to be fed more
Inside of empty dreams
Then the words, they spill
from cracked and broken lips
bleeding onto tissue paper
inking stains of fatal trips
Then comes the rush
a verbiage of torrential pain
Crouching on a backlit screen
pockmarked with finger stains
The first spike of adrenaline
fizzes inside a broken mind
The churning end to a journey
that has completely left you blind
Collapsing in upon itself
is the high that's found a low
and when the reader is gone
You wonder where you'll go?
Perhaps you'll find a new pusher
Someone else to feed your pain
Someone that will dig that needle
deep
even deeper into the vein
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
it goes on and on like this
a hundred hours
of attention grabbing
feeling you up
life goes on and on
like this is it
a whole game
in my hands a computer, strange
I’ve got a virus
world pollution can’t be fixed with a Prius
numinously vetting
editing, all the Love I don’t know how to give
selfishness
it isn’t what it is
please restore me to factory settings
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
Sick people sit sickly
on oaken benches
in a clinic with clean floors
and modern gadgets
for vetting clients
Little boy of three or four
bawls an unusual request:
he screams for an injection
where he's softest
and for the briefest of moments
Sick people suspend their agony
forget their fear and pain
and marvel at the boy's craving
for a needle that is terror
to most toddlers
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
*Spectral & Whites,
She shoots liquid kryptonite,
Forming civil twilights,
Lighting up satellites,
Effusive she moves in crowds,
Vetting the loud,
Entombing in her vortex clouds,
Fiction stitched exclusive to her shroud,
Translucent transcendence,
Sinking in ascendance,
Obscured abundance,
Her celestial dependence,
Mutating sacraments,
Dissolving electrolytic laments,
Decaying she resents,
Her serene blood stains,
Choking reckless intents,
Torrential far cry,
Of her desecrated lullabies,
Edging serrated highs,
Triggering sulphur lies,
Profanity in her transmits,
Photonic duality she emits,
Fluttering in trance,
Her psychopathic stance,
Initiating empathetic dance,
Seductive incandescence,
Buffering her schizophrenic vehemence,
Veiling the era of repentance,
By unveiling spiritual severance,
And pseudo sacrosanct irreverence,
The future’s here,
Nuclear souvenir,
She past my prime,
When the evidence realigned,
Confiscating her downtime,
She committed my crime,
Make amends… We are designed to be outlived….
03:22AM*
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
Walking out the door her husband says,
I’ll be back in an hour. He said that last time
After threatening her with violence, she retaliated
With a garden hose, the only ****** weapon within reach.
She turns over the memory of her wedding day looking for red flags,
Remarks to herself how methodical it all was,
Vetting her prospects— a bookish disposition and a stable desk job—
And thinks to herself
It’s a wonder anything came of it at all.
There’s a list of Odds and Ends on the kitchen table.
She closes her eyes to imagine
Ticking boxes on that List of Odds and Ends with a number two pencil,
Three children conducting a bank heist,
On the table a corner reserved for beeswax,
Raspberry jam,
And a bucket of mud.
She laughs to herself.
Some sort of commotion has seized control of the air outside.
Perhaps the children are arguing over
Who holds open the sack, the door, waits outside
Or perhaps they’re coming to collect
The woman wrapped up
In a garden hose, a necklace
Of her own design.
Loaded up on the stretcher, they carry her out, she says
I’ll be back in an hour. The woman next door stands on her stoop,
Clearly she could not have seen this coming.
She forgets her own birthday.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
.
our noses huffing our eyes flirting out
vetting the loose night air
a display of yearning we did a grand deed
a mammal slain at our heart
and we are the wrecking children
we killed ourselves a deer
( no small thing )
flashlights propped in nooks
open the prey for dressing we decorated a tree with the task
slings of intestinal tubing
open prey for dressing
vocal prayer for the ****
praise the attributes that we ended
the characteristics we assigned it
live meat in perish organs adding moist hot breath
to a waking cold night
after our butcher act
after the parcels and beast are stowed
amongst the trees we take off as phantoms in touch
'to ourselves be sacrifice and yet return' is somehow the plan
winds pick up
and cold rain drives sideways
leaves of the bushes
flashing fish silver underbellies
a fleshing thrill combing the trees
an urgent spirited excitement
back at daybreak
we skin off our leather grip slippers
remove our party plate masks
and in the irrigated mourning grass
wipe our feet
wash away our tread and our threat
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 11:33 AM UTC
The Bees are gone and the butterflies are dying off.
Polar bears climb deadly cliffs to find birds eggs to eat.
Sea birds drown in coats of oil slick on the ocean.
And we sit watching on TV, munching on Doritos
While the news predicts the next tornado’s flash flood
And Canada plus the West Coast are in flames.
What the Hell is wrong with us- have we fried our brains
with TikTok memes and face Book.
Why aren’t we on charter busses aimed
At D.C. and state legislatures to demand
They think of us for once and not the gravy train
They ride collecting re-election funds.
Why do we mindlessly vote straight ticket
Instead of vetting each candidate for
What they’ve done to help the earth.
Then voting out the wastrels.
I know where to rent a bus
Will anybody ride with me.
ljm
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC
By; Cedric McClester
In the home of the brave
And the land of the free
How extreme does
Extreme vetting have to be?
Are we so fearful
That the country we see
Has become unrecognizable
To our enemy’s glee
In the home of the brave
And the land of the free
We’d do well to tread
Much more carefully
Cos the xenophobia
That we now see
Isn’t winning us fans
Or new devotees
In the home of the brave
And the land of the free
We’re unwelcoming
To the frightened who flee
From Muslim countries
They’re denied entry
Into the former bastion
Of the poor and hungry
In the home of the brave
And the land of the free
We’ve changed so much
And so rapidly
That the words lose meaning
Unfortunately
And we’ve lost our soul
The whole world can see
Cedric McClester, Copyright 9C0 2017. All rights reserved.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
secretly vetting you in my mind, a far
curiously, thoughts abound, twisted emotions
gazing at your shadow walks, strides long and true
a confident aura prevails
do you notice my peering eyes, feel the sense emitting from me
not wanting to be outed, yet can't halt myself, or turn away
beauty captures the soul, the mind, feelings enfold me, like spring
flowers in the meadow born anew,scents unwavering, colors of life
vetting me in you mind, i hope
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
Pain rings around my heart
Thoughts in my mind of you with another
How could I be so blind
Is this all real
Or will I wake up, cold sweating
Vetting, but what's the point if the action is nothing
Arguing for nothing
Searching for nothing
Instead of looking through my eyes, I want you to take this heart from my chest
I mean you already had it but this time I want you to use it
Use it to feel my pain
Feel the feeling of having your trust mean nothing
Take it, hold it, see if you can sleep with it
I know I sure didn't
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 6:10 PM UTC
Kellyanne CONjob is at it again,
Making up more alternative facts.
Then she is so upset and dismayed
When she learns how the public reacts.
Attempting to defend Donald Trump's
BAN on citizens from seven nations
That happen to have a Muslim majority--
The ban caused national demonstrations--
CONjob spoke of the Bowling Green Massacre,
Which never happened. Point number two:
She said that President Obama had banned
Iraqi refugees. Also not true.
In twenty eleven more extensive
Vetting procedures were implemented,
The facts of which fade away
When NEW "facts" are invented.
Really, you have to hand it to her.
She is adept at duping Trump's base.
Alternative facts, while fooling the public,
Can also make you fall on your face.
- by Bob B (2-3-17)
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
He talks about vetting
Muslims on the stump
But my question is
Who vets that chump
He’ll say anything
Just to get a bump
I know a tall bridge
From which he can jump
He wants to make
This country great again
For people like him
The whitest of men
While he doesn’t say it
The message he sends
Is racist in nature
And he makes no amends
Who elected him
Or said he could be
The grand arbiter
Of people like me
Hasn’t he heard
That I was born free
He’s that obnoxious
And too blind to see
If you were to ask him
He’ll tell you he’s rich
And while that may be
Fortunes can switch
He might have a stroke
Wouldn’t that be a *****
And find he’s reduced to
A grimace or twitch
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
We must be forgetting
The intensive vetting
Refugees go through
Before they get into
The United States
Despite frequent debates
We’re relatively assured
Their past is not ignored
Why should we deny ‘em
From safety and asylum
In the home of the brave
How come we always cave
And give into our fear
When by now it should be clear
There is nothing to else
To fear but fear itself
The challenge of the day
Is what to do or say
When safety’s of concern
We needn’t crash and burn
Or fear the Boogie Man
The way you know we can
In frightening times like these
Let’s get off our knees
No one can guarantee
A hundred percent safety
None of us wants to die
At best we can only try
To be as safe as we can
But we needn’t try to ban
People who are oppressed
By those who are God blessed
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015. All rights reserved.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 9:57 AM UTC
Connection to family
friends
getting to know
someone more deeply
meeting new people
seeing new places
seeing old places
experiencing new things
experiencing old things
feelings of bliss
feelings of love
feelings of self sufficiency
hearing music that inspires me
seeing or experiencing art that inspires me
creating without an end in mind
walking without a destination
being surprised
Eating pizza
Doing yoga
Meditating.
Feeling the sun on my face.
Sleeping deeply.
Flipping in the air.
Remembering that it is amazing
I'm inside this body
and could of been inside others.
Being myself and being
accepted for it.
Long hugs.
Touch in general.
Feeling enough to cry.
Taking a leap of faith
and it working out.
Taking a leap of faith
and falling on my face
and learning from it.
Harmonizing.
Feeling deeply engrossed in a book
or documentary.
Understand the world
just a little bit better.
Knowing I have options
and vetting them.
Letting someone else
make a decision for once.
Doing what I feel
and not necessarily
what I should do.
Being nice to strangers.
Feeling like I don't have
to protect myself or my feelings
or my thoughts.
Other people thinking
I'm cool for things
that come naturally.
Laying in bed
And staring at the ceiling.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
Origin abides the damning cost that martyrs tree-boned life.
Moon-temple tides hoist stonewall pride: inverted vacuum of
a sun requited into love. What bids the youth perform
is puffed-up chests that pick up checks,
collaborate in pulsing rooms, and stall
the patient slumber of some judgment
buried in the wall. Out cry
the mounting omens: skulls still undecided
forced to build the boundaries,
carve "abstain" into their lucid twist
of providence–for "reasons".
Willows mark her sacred route. High-boned
to arms right spent: white gridlock on
the prison bay, uplifting cells
as down disaster plays. Outlandish others
disinfect her role from sanctioned sects,
outshine desired effects–
demented rays, fulfilling her
apostate fame. The vetting blows up
earmarked patients, wounds beset
in value, offer non-regret
to widows standing down.
Rich pressure-towns to offer fleeting fare
from homes that proffered care from bones–
intractable, a loan.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC