I want this venture to spread wide
And her first walk a giant stride.
So, let's face things from every side,
Checking, wisely, losing man's pride...
Some had this tried and later cried
For lent ears to cut and dried,
Besides who shall have the sweet bride:
Who, in deed, should the horse first ride?
What I now see: men who schemes hide'
To whom hope of true change had died:
Guys who can Satan's - type time bide
And have Christ nine times denied!
Let him fly who can also glide:
His truth: he'd many times lied
Categories:
accusation, allusion, change, humanity, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
She accused him of being cheap
Then calls him a nasty creep
For touching her bust
He was fill with lust
She hits him and he falls to sleep
Categories:
accusation, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Accused publicly
Dragged through the mud
Stabbed in the heart
Pinned to the cross
Humiliated defaced
Forsaken on my own
No one to take my part
Or even listen to my side
I may as well be mute
The verdict has been cast
Everyone is satisfied
Except me voiceless faceless me
I’ve been thrown under the bus
They’ve gotten rid of me
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on December 12, 2018
Categories:
accusation, betrayal, conflict, grief, hurt,
Form: Free verse
airtight alibis
amethyst
eyes
posted on September 20, 2018
Categories:
accusation, judgement,
Form: Senryu
She said, "You were watching my rump!"
He thought for a bit and then said,
"Think of me not one dimensional"
"I love you for all you embed"
"I love the clever way you think"
"To me, your all, is a delight"
"Your sashay when you walk away. . . . ."
"Ok, I must admit you're right!"
Categories:
accusation, analogy, character, desire,
Form: Rhyme
False accusation,
Temporarily scars my reputation,
A rash, affecting my complexion,
I question why the truth has led to persecution.
I try to scratch off the lies that are said against me,
I try to dodge all the darts that you’re throwing at me,
Just wait for some time, the truth will surely come to light,
You soon will surely find, that the whole time I was right.
Don’t even try to spite me,
‘Cause you don’t like me,
What goes around,
Comes around,
And you will find me innocent,
Omniscient,
Is our God, who sees everything,
And I know,
He will show you who is lying.
I don’t want to call you a Pharisee,
But it’s sad to see,
How you’re accusing me,
Remember the times that you needed me,
I never charged a fee,
‘Cause you were close to me,
I see how you have made me your “enemy”,
Through your lies and the way you are treating me.
False accusation,
Temporarily scars my reputation,
A rash, affecting my complexion,
I question why the truth has led to persecution.
Categories:
accusation, pain, me, truth,
Form: Rhyme
we are worn glass;
lungs shorn to a staple
of grammatical haste
that worsens when
inhaled by smoke.
He tells me:
believe in ghosts,
and always let
pride supersede you.
but I don't have much
faith to those
that only tell me
that time is ticking
right underneath rib bones
and cigarettes.
There's no lines
to read between,
and I lied when I said
it was fine, and okay.
He says:
you're a cheater.
And I simply say,
tell me you weren't asking for it.
Categories:
accusation, lost love, love
Form: Free verse
piteous is thine case oh constitu!
Thou upholder of the fundermental right of thine land
The sole inspiration of the activists
Who advocate equity in the land's cream and candy
What thine mighty effort still turns offence
At the rapacious pillars of the land
And in collusion hath thou impose an accusation
Accusation of an ailment,
Ailment of the belly
Drag to theatre
Constitu inside the room
Flatly on the bed
Is this the theatre or an abattoir?
But qualities are missing!
Where is the lancet?Where is iodine?Where is spirit?
Oh all are not!
IS this a surgical operation or brutish slaughter?
Why must knife?Why must cutlas?Why must dagger?
Nerves are maimed!Muscle mltilated!Strenght is off!
Activist in mute!Equity is gone!Candy in danger!
Cream in peril! Land dwellers in pain!Pillars are fat!
Oh constitu!Could you please recover,
And becomes your real name----Constitution?
Categories:
accusation, sympathy,
Form: I do not know?