In the bustling halls of workplace,
there lies a quiet enmity hidden in plain sight.
A simmering rivalry that runs deep,
whispers behind closed doors and furtive glances that never meet.
On the surface, all seem polite and cordial,
but beneath the shining sheet of professionalism
lies a devious inferno.
The backbiting, the petty squabbles,
all serve to undermine a collective goal.
We pretend that all are in this together,
but the fact is far more guileful, much harder to bear.
For as long as this hidden enmity persists,
we can never truly reach our full potential or even hope to coexist.
©Chitra Arun
Political Gaslighting
Miracle Man
8/5/2024
Many have earned degrees,
in Political Gaslighting.
Where there’s an effort to gain,
an advantage by backbiting.
Another then is sought out,
to place undeserved blame.
Some fail to realize,
it’s childish mind game.
I spent my first day of retirement chopping down small trees.
Renegade brambles full of ivy and poison vines, Kansas kinds.
Tripped on several of them, landing hard, without using my hands.
I heard my mother’s voice yell “Don’t break a hip, that is the end!”
Dripping sweat and exhausted, I came into the house to shower
My husband returned from his supper-hunt in ten minutes.
He is a tattle tale.
"There was a full grown doe in the driveway eating the leaves you chopped."
I am not surprised.
Deer is my power animal.
She symbolizes gentleness, grace and beauty.
She is also a symbol of freedom.
I feel I have escaped my captors.
Deer teaches us to be compassionate and kind.
I had found almost none of either at my last workplace.
Full of meanness, backbiting, jealousy and hatred.
Walking on the steps of life by Suzan Satchell
Some steps can be shaky and sometimes, not very nice, but others are successful and end just fine.
The steps of life can be slippery at times, but Jesus is always nearby to guide you along.
One step at a time, please take your time. Hold on to Jesus, and you will ascend quite, fine. Let go of all grudges, backbiting, and tale-bearing, as these will make you slide. One step at a time, as you strengthen your strides never forget to help others along as you climb. If we anchor our steps in King Jesus, we will reach the top on time.
Be happy for others as they pass by. Encourage and uplift them, and cheer them on. Life is a journey; take time out to be kind, loving, and smile. Kindness has no expectation, copayment, or fine; extend it from your heart and make someone smile.
One step after another on the steps of life will bring you much closer to the finish line.
Malo
she ah Ego taming
man shaming
backbiting
Lover of known
she got soothing curves
sexy hips
wearing makeup
and gloss on her lips
sexy lady
make it crazy
I can't help
but indulge myself
Le Femme
She has flaws
it's just because
she been able to get
all the men she likes
course she knows best
and what with the rest
belittled and criticized
she likes the sound of
her voice
leaving little room for
others to
contribute too
There are a lot of word Smiths on this site
Who pen good poems that are out of sight
Its likened to attending a beautiful feast
Or eating good bread with just enough yeast
However, I must point out, and it's not a myth
I am in no way, shape, or form a word, Smith
But, I marvel at the talented people here
Viewing their various poems fills me with cheer
I am forever thankful I found Poetry Soup
This community is such a fantastic group
Finding the gift of words saved my life
It rescued me from heartache and strife
So, although I don’t cross every “ T” nor;
Do I dot every “I” writing means much more
I know some could care less about my poetry
It’s ok, well all have different tastes, you see
However, we must respect one another
By not saying nasty things to each other
Isn’t this lovely site about sharing poetry?
The backbiting needs to stop; It’s no mystery
Amid a few bad apples on this amazing site
This will always be a place for me to write
Alexis Y.
08/18/2022
Why, What are you seeing Mr: Mrs jealousy mentalities?
I prefer not to entertain your backbiting and wavering displeasure.
Jealousy you no longer have influence against all the others.
I think my muse is dead,
Or chooses to ignore
This aged so-called poet
Who should have died before
Her muse
Because this is a poetic law.
What is the good of a muse
If he goes away
I badly need a younger one
That would be sure to stay.
With me until my end
He would not ridicule me
He'd be my trusted friend
This muse would understand
That my brain gets in a fuddle
This young man would be patient
And help me to undo this literary muddle.
I find myself in.
Not like my old muse
Who thought my every word a sin.
New ideas are needed,
From a younger brain
I am out of ideas
They have gurgled down the drain.
I have not had the education,
Or the opportunities for some,
And at the risk of sounding,
Like I'm beating my drum.
I try to be honest and sincere,
In my writing.
Compassionate and caring,
With no malice or backbiting.
In this poem, I have written,
I have tried to impart,
Everything I write comes straight
From my heart.
Disloyalty is like a cocktail with a mixture of pretentious entangled with a so called clicks, captured in webs deceptions and full of backbiting oftentimes are illusions of breaking of faith and disloyalty and omissions of one that can’t be loyal when its only delivers to you.
Backbiting all are firemen
Peace makers like watermen
words of wisdom that's poetry
tree of poet all over free
come here to learn all
don't kick the life ball
backbiting pen can't bite fairly!
-21.09.2020 Chattogram
If every man, ...ceased to hate and blame every other man for his own failures and shortcomings, we would see the end of every evil in the world, from war to backbiting.
-Grace Metalious from PEYTON PLACE
It happened on the fourth floor
Where there is no one to console
And every man feels sure he’s lost
The heart of his own dancing soul
It happened on the fourth floor
Where intimacy quiets the spirit
And candlelight muses are aware
There is truth beyond their conscious
It happened on the fourth floor
Where gentle waves of compassion sing
To those who share the blessings there
Amid a forest of sweet dreams and ideas
It happened on the fourth floor
Where there are echoes of truths abiding
Creating promises of love forevermore
Praising God for His unending love
It happened on the fourth floor
Brothers and sisters and mothers and sons
All came together to shine in the sun
Beneath God’s touch of unconditional love
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by craig cornish
September 15, 2020
“Dead folks can't hurt you none. It's the ones that are alive,
you have to watch out for.” Grace Metalious, Peyton Place
THE FOURTH FLOOR OF NOWHERE
The back room on the 4th floor of nowhere,
nowhere but our love, hidden from the lips
of those hustlers and backbiting peasants.
Spring to Winter, we’d get our kicks and kips.
We’d stash water bottles, cash and her
stare, where no one would bother to look.
Her blackmail ended our tryst and her life.
We played her game but not by her book.
We knew one day they’d go room to room,
key in hand, a skeleton to find, no remorse.
We’d have goosebumps near each other
but be careful to keep our eyes off course.
Forever is a long time of regret and forget.
A tongue that dared to cross our path, so
unimportant, forgotten, a regrettable life.
A backroom hush but a ghostly shadow.
We don’t dare recollect our lust of youth.
The handholding, the kiss, rose petals in bed.
We are unhappily married to our secrets.
Life in Peyton Place is to keep promises dead.
9/8/2020
Craig Cornish’s The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
RATHER BE
Rather be ALONE in peace
Than be TOGETHER in mystery,
Rather be deaf to life
Unable to HEAR the hatred they spew,
Than be able to LISTEN to their backbiting.
Some are bedridden in darkness and blindness,
Can't see themselves lacking courage
To even face the world and themselves,
They find comfort within their lies,
Some are deaf to the cries of humanity.
Hear the screams of injustice, of the hungry.
Hunger that drives a saint to sin,
Sergeant sin sending sisters sailing sinfully;
Oh dear sister, what have you come to seek?
The paper or the heart?
You will consume the paper, soon it finishes
Because the currency has wings,it flies on emergency
But the heart will last beyond the blast of the past
Until the future vanquished and soul sojourn.
Knowing our crimson connection,
Let's saddle the responsibility of our election
To work our able hands
To strip away the negativity & divides.
Rather be FEW (but we are here)
Than be MUCH MORE in act of selfishness.
But WE WILL HONOUR OUR PURPOSE
To build a BETTER WORLD;
On course to be in other to see what life will be.
Rather be than just be.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2017
For eating
Biting is habitual effort
in any animal
But the backbiting
Only in human ghoul!
-Sunday, July 28, 2019 Chattogram
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