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My hyperexcitement, judgement, latent...,

nascent, potent and reeappraisement
poetic tribute to black history month
which ought to be every twelve months
at the least...,

which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with the following words
mostly written January 23rd, 2023,
cuz I, (a sexagenarian married Caucasian male)
get goosebumps when learning
about individuals, (whose skin color
spans the color spectrum)
contributed invaluable positive deeds
(not necessarily dirty,
nor done dirt cheap),
yet impacted civilization in general,
and yours truly in particular
being analogously thunderstruck with awe
despite being forced to ride highway to hell.

More apropos and alternately titled:
praise to thee people
back in black
where money talks
for those about to rock
of variegated melanin color,
whose immense understated improvements
and enhancement of webbed wide world
worth more than paltry words
of yours truly can communicate
posted on information
about how they got forcibly
along the superhighway to hell.

Though I yam spud during Caucasian,
tis rightful to honor that most bitter
racist genocidal crime,
nevertheless ovation qua
treated worse than pestilential critter
quintessential significant contribution
vis a vis that doth litter
anonymous multitudinous peoples
shot in the dark
many unknown dark skinned souls
bravely fought as non quitter
with melanin so coon sitter
this asthma feeble attempt
made to mind of literate
parent, guardian or sitter
adorn aye rhythmically twitter
to Homo Sapiens with Negroid color
(please pardon dear reader
any unintentional slight
with above nearly obsolete word)
who, despite being in human bondage
managed to adorn
worthy contributions to society,
though an American
(though not so proud
until death do me part)
and civilization since time immemorial
hence, I wanna pay poetic homage,
who unwittingly risked life and limb
to escape witch's spell
and shook me all night long,
where hells bells fore tolled
let there rock of Gibraltar
despite wanton viciousness
perpetrated synonymous with
bully, hooligan, roughneck, rowdy,
ruffian, tough, yob, yobbo, and yobo -
white supremacists who shoot to kill
and/or instigating deadly altercations
tantamount to igniting T.N.T.
(2,4,6-trinitrotoluene -na powerful,
yellow chemical explosive
widely used in military
and industrial applications)
annihilating a whole lotta Rosie
gifted minds cut down during
not ready for prime time players
who made who unwitting martyrs,
and deliberately aimed at persons born
akin to diversity exemplifying gamut
analogous to Indian (Jimmy crack) corn
debased brutally and forlorn
and raised in cornucopia horn
of plenty with rare serf tenderness
whipped by wicked task masters
from the crack of morn,
whipped, pummeled, beaten...
courtesy Jim Crow,
whose dignity shorn
aye cannot fathom why
a great proportion of humanity
must struggle on scraps of subsistence
videlicet with at least
fifty plus shades of chocolate
vile shamefully opprobrious sworn
vengeance toward those
via heroic efforts escaped,
manacled, tortured, et cetera history
courtesy the rock n roll train
as slaves an existence
until...pacified family dislocated
sans rent asunder, ripped and torn.

Once a proud family akin to Brady
bunch, now brutally, nasty
and short lived poorly destitute
(case in point) like Haiti -
once a nation extant with cultural finery
insidiously raped pink "Lady"
lacerated odiously robbing
unique peoples as owners didst slay
practically naked "Primates"
encaged like wild animals in zoos
culturally robbed while
abhorrently marched in ones and twos
shredded souls without shoes
(analogous to persecuted Jews)
of singular ambition to break shackles
fielding exorbitant dues,
through tightly fused
linkedin manacles to life as they choose.

This just one example of many peoples
UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
from enjoying the fruits of their labor.

January twelfth two thousand and ten
original date a portion
of this communiqué writ then
kept wedged where in no wise
bore visual witness
vis a vis near annihilation and destruction
of African, Haitian,
South American, et cetera nations
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of
building facades practically
demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which
indigenous tribes sought safety
in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation
from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg
and chicken thing, especially
as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans
foisted forfeiture of land
with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake
such actions that rent asunder
culture beseeched god when
these hashtagged brutish, nasty
and (shortish) Hobbesian simians
to cease desecration,
yet the peoples of this dominion rose
from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no mattered genetic pool underwent
white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
ah those coveted legal tender
upon emancipation proclamation cessation
to sell men, women and for x amount of bucks
akin to the soundcloud winged fowl clucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard,
yet within the very fiber of tropical
mangrove persons patiently
lined up their ducks
and declared as one of the first
African American peoples
INDEPENDENCE to be the word,
whence adulation, elation, inspiration echoing
across ramshackle greensward.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: my apology, but psyche of mine ruptured linkedin to being threatened thru email by a gal [email protected] and feel like a nervous wreck today.

Style/Type: Free verse

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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: PA, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Burns, Charles Dickens, Robert Frost, Matthew Scott Harris, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Sylvia Plath, Gary Snyder, Henry David Thoreau, Walt Whitman

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Neopoet AI [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

This poem ambitiously tackles a vast and complex subject: the history, struggles, and contributions of Black people, particularly in the context of Black History Month and broader human recognition. The poem’s sprawling form and dense language reflect an intense emotional engagement, but this expansiveness also creates challenges for clarity and reader accessibility.

The poem’s strength lies in its earnest attempt to honor a wide spectrum of experiences and histories, weaving together personal reflection, historical allusion, and social critique. However, the poem’s syntax and diction often become convoluted, making it difficult to follow the thread of the argument or imagery. For example, the use of archaic or obscure terms ("vis a vis," "qua," "videlicet") alongside colloquial expressions ("yam spud," "coon sitter") creates a dissonance that may distract or confuse readers rather than deepen meaning. Consider streamlining language to balance poetic complexity with readability.

The poem’s rhythm and line breaks are irregular, sometimes disrupting the flow. Greater attention to pacing and stanza structure could help emphasize key moments and ideas, allowing the reader to absorb the weight of the historical and emotional content. For instance, breaking the poem into more distinct sections with clear thematic focuses might enhance coherence.

Imagery is vivid but occasionally overwhelming due to density and rapid shifts in focus—from historical events to personal reactions to cultural critique. Introducing more concrete, sustained images could anchor the poem and provide emotional resonance. The metaphor of “riding highway to hell” and references to “rock of Gibraltar” and “phoenix” are evocative but would benefit from clearer integration into the poem’s overall narrative.

The poem’s engagement with racial history is earnest but sometimes veers into abstraction or generalization. Specific examples or narratives could ground the poem’s themes more effectively, making the tribute more tangible and impactful.

In summary, the poem’s ambition and emotional intensity are clear, but refining language for clarity, organizing structure for coherence, and focusing imagery for impact would strengthen its ability to communicate its important message.

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