Best Abasement Poems
The USA is not perfect
never has been
never will be
Unlike Russia, which has
‘no alcohol problem’
‘no civil disobedience’
‘no LGBTQ populace’
Not to mention no truth in the
information it disseminates to
suckers around the world...
Yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
not with George Washington
the 1700’s slaveholder (gasp!)
on our currency, not to mention
Susan B. Anthony, who was proudly
anti-abortion, pro-life – for shame, for shame!
~ Our ignominious past consigns us to eternal penance ~
Unlike Libya, where an ancient slave trade flourishes
to this very day: Muslims enslaving black Christians
which does not fit the media’s narrative
so most people aren't aware of it
and the rest don’t care about it
Unlike Afghanistan, where the repression of the 'Old Taliban'
is now fully in place under the ‘Newer, More Gentle Taliban’
or Syria, whose butcher of a ruler has made refugees of half his
citizenry, gassing thousands of others with chemical weapons…
But yes, indeed, the USA is not perfect
Never has been
Never will be
Let us forever grovel in abasement to all the tin-horn dictators of the world
not to mention our home-grown squadrons of regressive radical progressives
Down with Jefferson, Lincoln, Grant, Teddy Roosevelt, Truman and Reagan!
Up with Omer, Tlieb, Pressley, Sanders, AOC, Corey Bush, Schiff, Nadler...
Long live Maduro, Castro, the Mullahs, Xi, bin Salman, Abbas, Gaddafi et al!
Lies are Truths Might Makes Right Facts are Opinions
1 9 8 4
Categories:
abasement, america, history, international, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
STORIES TO LIVE BY
Oh! tell me tales that lift the spirit, energise the soul
Inspire a faith that gives the strength to drive toward a goal
Let not the story of the nation be a book of shame
That current generations may seek solace couched in blame
Though there may be dark chapters of our history beset
With episodes of evil we now view with deep regret
True annals yet tell stories of bold quests by those of daring
Who ventured forth with courage, thought of self-preserve foreswearing
To conquer craggy peak, cross frozen continent and sea
And some of grace faced tyranny, risked life to set us free
Let victimhood and pointed accusation not prevail
Nor guilt and self abasement write a gloomy new folktale
As every day a page is turned to quicken and advance
Our lives, should we not be the author of our own romance
Then one day hence we may recount in parable or fable
A legend that all may embrace to hearten and enable
Categories:
abasement, life,
Form:
Couplet
abasement
the subtle nudge of
hunger pains
Categories:
abasement, emotions,
Form:
Haiku
OH - nonny, NO - nonny
Nicholas Goalsworthy
Promised again to
Renounce alcohol.
Characteristically
Incomprehensible,
Muttering epithets,
Cursing the wall.
Categories:
abasement, angst, depression, sad,
Form:
Double Dactyl
You are looking at me as if I did that to you.
Ah, whatever damn fool!
I am sorry for the expletive.
I did not mean to curse you.
However, I swear you looking at me quite obscene.
You put yourself in these dumb things.
Invective you must be.
I do understand.
Whatever, however, is all I have to give.
A discussion of what has transpired means nothing.
Vilification is your daily panorama.
Your response is these are your friends and family.
They just be playing.
All I have to say is whatever.
This is because I know an insult is an insult.
Nevertheless, you continue to hang out with the boys.
Maliciousness you call me because I tell you what really is happening.
I tell you the mental abuse that you let fester in your life.
Abasement is not transgressed.
Whatever is all I have to say.
You had better get yourself together right now – today!
[Whatever, means that you better stop the lying and strive man!]
Worried about who loves you...
Have you thought about what friends are true?
Ask yourself are you a damn fool
To take their insults the way you do.
Every time they snap you up
Verify for what.
Ears are burning to hear them defame.
Realize they are not playing!
I love you...
[WHATEVER...]
|__________|________|______________________________________|
Penned on June 08, 2014!
Philosophical: If you did friends into family and family into friends, whatever!
Categories:
abasement, abuse, angst, growing up,
Form:
Rhyme
One Sunday morning, I went home to visit mom and dad.
My brother was also there, and I showed them what I had.
The first thing I said to father as soon as I saw him,
was that I had four free tickets to the art museum.
His first verbal reaction was the old thing “I don’t know.”
He then said, “Ah, what the hell! Alright, I think I will go.”
Getting the old man in the place proved to be a tough sale.
The one thing he seemed interested in was a female.
This young attractive blonde woman was someone father eyed.
We discovered shortly that this cute thing was our tour guide.
The old man showed displeasure after passing through the door.
He displayed constant disapproval while he walked the floor.
Dad would make deprecating comments of all he observed.
Witnessing this, the tour guide seemed to be quite perturbed.
As everyone was led down the abstract art corridor,
my dear dad spewed out obnoxious comments a little more.
He made remarks about a work by Pablo Picasso.
This resulted in an embarrassing scenario.
He then emitted some words that sounded quite imprudent:
“Might this be a painting rendered by a preschool student?”
While standing and observing at a Jackson Pollock work
My old man displayed another example of a quirk.
He was heard to ask with loud interrogative candor:
“Is this from an accident at a Sherwin-Williams store? “
His next words transpired into negative vicissitudes:
“Tell me, where do you display all of your paintings of nudes?
The tour guide appeared to have had enough of my old man.
After all, she took more than the average person can.
Immediately following my father’s last retort,
the tour guide announced she would cut the exhibition short.
She told me, “Please take him out of here as soon as you can!
I really feel sorry for you if he is your old man!
If you ever want to avoid some abasement and shame,
any Sunday afternoon, take him to see a ballgame.”
Categories:
abasement, family, funnyfather, words, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Planet of unsettling decline
losing our swagger of firm footing
staggered by earth's vast pool of needy preservation.
To seek global rule to fix plastic shard oceans pushed from
a safety zone sustainable
to bring nature's biodiversity to healthy
to stop a virus that drains color from life
to free the elderly from weighty tears
to heal an urban drug lurch of self abasement
to widen narrow alleys of thought
to lift the knife edge danger of human dislocation
to starve a diet of misdirected war
to dislodge regimes of hefty monsters who rob
their people's freedom.
If I ruled our sphere we'd stop the "what if's" and just do
like re-inhabiting our streets to purge litter,
or to strive for self correction
nourished by new discovery
and love what we should be closer to.
Poem composed: August 19/2020
(Revised January 2, 2021)
Categories:
abasement, appreciation, care, earth, health,
Form:
Free verse
Seven years, one for each of the sages,
Who rose up to lay the law of the ages,
Lessons learned in love and depravement,
I've abused abasement to the point of containment,
A deranged modality attempts to explain it,
Cuz my pain remains until I make these statements.
The central axiom is a fear of the Flood,
When it come, can't be an unprepared bad boy slinging mud,
I'll make commitments fit for public witness,
Burn bridges and get rid of this burn out image,
You know me, I'm the tortoise, not the hare,
I take my time when its important, ya hear?
Never knew how to love, just corrupt,
Never knew how to express, just erupt,
Clever dude who can impress in dress up,
But stressed with messed up feelings of never having enough,
We were young and dumb,
Played with fun and thunder,
Til I drove us apart in an emotional blunder.
Being divided was risky business,
And I've been so high I know my options are limitless,
But I didn't stray to far from my anchor,
It was a gamble to see if I was sank or,
If I would find some truth in freedom,
Like its meaningless unless shared with someone equal,
So the sequels been great but its just the prequel,
To the real story that just became believable.
A simple campaign born from a heart shaped sigil,
Collaborative good will and I schemed a little,
The end result is that my plan went diamond,
Let the Flood wash over me like I'm Leviathan,
There is no denying this is what you deserve,
A unique moment for beauty so absurd,
Meant only for a certain kind of nerd,
Produced by a wordsmith that loves all you serve.
If others only knew the way you carried me,
Up from my own hell after they jailed me,
You rarely fail even though I've failed you,
You've proven to me that love is true,
And for that I'm going to freakin' marry you.
Categories:
abasement, break up, devotion, engagement,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas spirit will prevail with blest merriment
Since its Author – CHRIST – is sovereign every moment
Thus, the occasion’s worthy jubilant sentiment
Should be dominant midst pandemic-caused curtailment.
Christmas will reign, though bereft of Santa Claus’ involvement
Through God’s love and bliss --- propping giving and caring enjoyment
Overcoming selfishness and pride’s enslavement
Reaching-out gladly with prayer-empowerment.
Thankful* for Christmas’ meaningful fulfillment
We exalt the Lord with praise, worship and faith sentiment
Confessing discontentment with humble abasement
Sharing His gift of life eternal along grace-mercy’s testament.
*Colossians 3:15 And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful.
December 10, 2020
4th place, "Santa's Covid Christmas" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire; judged on 12/19/2020.
Categories:
abasement, blessing, christmas, faith, god,
Form:
Monorhyme
I pick a history from the peck of grains;
Only my retention will take me far.
And through modest abasement will I unwrap it strains?
6/4/2014
Categories:
abasement, analogy, muse, nature, time,
Form:
Rhyme
1.
I think love be quite fastidious
With a priggish clear intent
To fester hurly burly
On whom it should torment.
One thing is absolute...
'Tis that and that shall be.
Love's rudimentary motivation
Be to source my misery.
The End
2.
If ignorance be bliss, and
Foolishness the coinage of the realm.
'Tis dark the days that fade away
With an unknown spectre at the helm.
As we trundle through the shadows
Where pride and arrogance oft compete.
Portion out a spat of hubris and naivete...
Thus our abasement be complete.
The End
3.
A child may fear its shadow
And the perturbations in their head.
They dread the midnight poltergeist
Lurking menacingly beneath their bed.
They may fret about a spelling test
And abhor the dimming light.
They tremble at the boogeyman
Who torments them late at night.
The fear that haunts them most of all.
The fear that shakes them to their core.
'Tis the monster they both love and hate...
Outside their bedroom door.
The End
* Follow my cartoon at Webtoon Bob's Your uncle.
Categories:
abasement, grief, people, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Though no advocate of radical mass stick tummy,
there must needs be
some nonviolent modus operandi and/or
modus vivendi spelling abandonment,
whereby two party bicameral political
system in United States buzzfeed ding,
sans avarice, greed, nepotism... abasement
of sacrosanct principles enshrined in Constitution,
and Declaration of Independence clamor
for immediate attention to weedout,
uproot, stymie... crass, baseles, abhorrent...
exploitation of egregious abuse of power,
particularly of abolishment
vitiating sacred inalienable rights
vaingloriously, mercilessly, diffiantly...
killing (albeit courtesy of skulduggery),
hence requiring abortifacient
to terminate unfair fallout upon heads
(shoulders, knees, and toes)
of middle and lower class
countrymen/women nonabsorbent
to the countless injurious infractions
to manny innocent individuals
forcing vast majority of population
to become abstinent
asper the inherent abstract treasured gems
of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness,
which once fledgling lucky accident
embarked upon by thirteen original
colonies bestowed opportunities
for migrants one and all to exalt
(amidst setbacks) many an accomplishment
unattainable in their (not so secure)
homeland when avast mecca of pristine
sea and sky invited fiercely
enterprising pioneers accouterment
to be plucked from the land, unfortunately
at mercy of indigenous people
(an unpardonable genocide), which blood,
sweat and tears allowed accruement
justly deserved personal,
or colonial achievement
Categories:
abasement, allusion, anger, corruption, fate,
Form:
Political Verse
It's so hard, sometimes
To remove this cerement
To muster a veritable smile
To schlepp out of the sediment
It will end, I know
When authentic smiles will replace
The disingenuous air
I bedaub to my face
The crazy part is, it seems
That the solution to my abasement
Though well within my clout
Looms just far of my embracement
Motivation! To do the work
For which I have the skill
Seems lacking in my repertoire
As does the supportive shill
Categories:
abasement, blue, depression, emotions,
Form:
Streaming glitter
Suspended laughter
Delayed happiness
Evident abasement
Surmounting fears
Shadows dance in torment
Pleasant gestures
Pretence abundant
Deferred bliss
Creeping obscurity
Empathizing stares
Lured smiles led to drown
Malevolent touch
Masked intentions
Insubordinate emotions
Disappearing identity
Longing spirit
Laughter is beheaded
Joyful wickedness
Jeweled thorns
Loving stabs
Poisoned kisses
Unassuming mortal
Beauty lays dead
Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/cacophony-1/#ixzz0taH010Dg
Categories:
abasement, confusion, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss,
Form:
from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency
and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won
the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss
perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of
glory fame power and victories of raging belligerence
for one goal or other and the wasteland of abasement
the cemetery has long been closed for overpopulation
instead landfill sites have replaced ceremonial plight
because remembering might cast a shadow of doubt
lest we forget the tragic blood shed and mutilations
foot soldiers and money lusting collaborators alike
would stand a chance of wielding humanity instead
of the overwhelming desire to kill execute and maim
dumping grounds and hazardous waste dumps have
replaced ceremonial remembrance of defeated trust
in humanity butchered on the killing fields forever more
worms devour shattered bones and vacant skulls’ remains
finish off what history buries in its toxic suffocating void
with only a few widows gazing at weeds and wilting poppies
orphans of wealth scramble at the surface and gather tears
that slide like slime and splattered brains down to their hearts
draped in rags the hungry vagrants have lost their appetite
while the grim reaper belches in flatulent satisfied reward
they tie a white flag so innocent that it remains invisible
chant a cacophonous melody as they inhale a final whiff
their loved ones died in vain and are unwilling to applaud
their henchmen and woman who cast their sword for death
and vitriol of marching onwards until ultimate surrender
but in tune to their own souls and deeply rooted disgust
they dig up the remains of sacrificed friends and former foes
gather in candlelight vigils and refuse to not fight for light
08th March 2021
Categories:
abasement, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse