A believer in God
killing babies fun fun fun
rape, well I blame all sides
Forgive
my hate
and ignorance
and silence when it maters
I have traveled no where
have no conscience
love those who disparage the weak
the weak are terrorist
the nerve of them to speak
I have no heart
a heart requires pumping blood
empathy is for other fools
no one cares
who drowns under Zionist floods
I have no voice
other than among peers
who love their rifles
more than they fear Gods cheer
My sword is a Tommyhawk
empty words and
backhanded slaps
if you hate I am yours
I am in good company
amongst all the silent ones
indifference is my medal of honour
I am America
I am none of the above
I have a heart
The faceless name of stigma
with more eyes than not
go side steps and looks
there, media begot
Whose singing and slur
with stick and with stone
the backhanded harm
confiding to home
With strength that’s locked up
minds reeling to shout
the jangling of keys
to let that strength out
It’s a tentative stride
walking into the frame
those keys are our tools
to win back our name
Backhanded compliments are meant to disturb
Yet on surface pretend to be a polite white bird
Giving fake hazel humor or slighted cranberry concern
When the person pretending to teach needs to learn
Learn the lessons of southern hospitality amber and
If you’re guessing know you can catch these hands
Backhanded Apology
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2022
Sorry if I upset you,
I really didn’t mean it
Actually, I meant it
Until I saw it upset you,
Now I’m sorry you are
Upset by my words
But I got them said,
Which I intended to do.
L. Milton always impressed me with his sly humor amidst mostly very deep, spiritual thoughts. “Backhanded Apology” is one of his well-read pieces at 742 views. This apology is perfect for a very public person who is subject to personal remarks which could be double entendre at the outset. Milt was a fine person, likewise an excellent poet whose comments on my work were always positive and supportive. A Kentucky bluegrass native myself, I applaud his choice of retirement residency in Ashland; it is close to his roots in WV. We will all miss him at Poetry Soup.
January 3, 2023
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H/T to Backhanded Apology by Milton Hankins, with a grin :-)
Sorry if I upset you,
I really didn’t mean it
Actually, I meant it
Until I saw it upset you,
Now I’m sorry you are
Upset by my words
But I got them said,
Which I intended to do.
Written September 12, 2022
POEM OF THE DAY
Poetry Soup
September 14, 2022
What does addiction do to the children with no choice
with four boy’s I was the youngest none had a voice
seeing a father in handcuffs wanting to say goodbye
As he bent down the smell of alcohol was magnified
I saw a mother in trouble but to small to help her distress
I saw a brother beaten bloody, none of the four had rest
I saw a small boy walk by then backhanded to the face
I saw hate in his heart never to leave his addiction
Living in fear of one never forgetting his feelings of anger
How can one take another placing them in mental danger
He only saw his own face as if we were all strangers
Death became him in a trailer fire not one tear did I sob
Contest: Addiction
Sponsored By: Rob Levasseur
Date Created: 12/23/2020
Big SIGH...
Because y'all know the what,
but you have ABSOLUTELY
no concept of my why.
And, I don't have time to explain,
because... I'm FASTING!
From your misunderstandings,
and your misguided attempts to "help".
From your busy body concerns,
that would be better directed to your whelps.
It's NOT about weight loss
and, it's NOT really about food.
I'm FASTING from lack of control,
and that, Sugar is a whole mood.
I'm not here for senseless debates...
I'm FASTING.
Your trifling gossip either,
because I'm FASTING.
Your backhanded compliments?
I'm FASTING from that too.
And, if that's how you roll,
you might wanna consider
FASTING from that too, Boo.
That means...
I'm FASTING from your ,
so that I can better focus on my ....
and for me to do that,
my focus can't be split.
So, your petty mess?...
I'm FASTING.
You topping off my stress?...
I'm FASTING.
You got the "tea"?
Well.... unless it's pertaining to,
HIS grace, everlasting...
Don't bring it to me,
because chances are,
I'm FASTING.
“All you can be is all you can be,”
damning with faint praise
A lover, not a girl to wed
—left hand falsely raised
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
The Sandman woke me up late last night.
I rocketed myself from the pillows.
Seeing him I groaned,
and slid back beneath the hood of blankets
He walked across the bedspread;
Knocked on my forehead with his cane.
With gritted teeth I sat up straight.
I explained his presence was not needed
“So Shooooo”
I set him at the foot of the bed and snuggled in my sheets.
He stubbornly stood up and made his way in my direction.
Stealthily climbing the pile of decorative pillows,
he rapped my nose.
Anger covering my face, I rose again.
I backhanded him across the floor!
He stood, shaking the loose sand off his coat;
still of one piece and just as mischievous as before.
I broke the night with my screech of rage!
I took Mr. Sandman in my hands
crunching him down to the dust he was.
I opened the bedroom window and blew him into the night.
Someone else’s problem now.
thr ones that were my own
are the ones that did disown
laying down a judgeful Hammer
but not understanding or reasonable
with the truth they were handed.
their lack of Faith in me and disregard
only gives them discredit
how they spit in my face and shame me
time after time..
yes i am one who is damaged
they threw the first stone
and they are not Without sin..
thought they would learn this parable i landed
but instead, by it, got backhanded
tired of being oppressed and accused
Faithless asses are they that gave my heart a bruise
keep tune and now see what God will do
as wrath pours out and im the one ständing amused
stupidity companied by hypocrisy
they never knew me to begin with
yet they fire off at me
about to explode in my anger
so i keep them far from me
until i see them on the true judgement day
let us hope and pray
i am merciful in my wake
and im sure nobody likes to swim in a burning lake
Amazeballs
Backhanded
Calibration
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on February 19, 2019 for contest A THREE WORD POEM sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
backhanded mood ring
leaves a mark
on the calendar
MagiCicada13
backhanded compliments
became the standard practice
within our maladaptive version of normalcy
which fell dependent upon
a series of inconsistent
swings in mood experienced
within a single conversation
which over time became the way
of our world
through out the years
seemed to be
constantly blindsided by
backhanded compliments
made that were fuelled by
pent up resentments
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