Best Accursed Poems
From Poetic Thoughts On Mankind And Its Accursed Fate
Hark! Grasp firm precious golden ray of moonlight
Wrap in heart's grip, let seep into awaiting dreams
Release it next dreadful, hellish-cast storming night
To delight in its saliently flowing bright streams.
With fervent prayers, bid high Heavens to cast down
Manna and wine to the feast-born unwashed masses
Without need for a foolish king and crushing crown
Or enslavement and wars from rebellious classes.
Flesh and blood are wont to beg unto shining skies
Filled with grieving's of broken souls and lost hope
Surrounded by dark world and deep burgeoning lies,
Ever present rock strewn dangers of its pitted slopes.
Alas! Tis it not true, chains of our mortal curse
Groom enticing pathways for us to do our worse?
Dare we this proclivity to set asunder
And thus, into redeeming light far further wander?
Robert J. Lindley, -early 70's
Edited, 9/23- 2021
( When Dawn's Enlightenment, Its Golden Rays Unto A Young Lad Gifted )From
Categories:
accursed, art, creation, history, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
Lolita’s Conceit
Obsession defined
Vladimir Vladimirovich Nabokov
An accursed passion
Love’s true abomination.
Literary allusion
Tintinnabulation
Sounding moral oblivion
God’s sure condemnation.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
August 18, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
Categories:
accursed, allusion, angst, betrayal, child
Form:
Double Dactyl
Once Submerged Beneath The Dark, Accursed Sea
Darkened winds beyond the long and hidden veil,
Rising sea its calm repose then casts away,
From some distance away, moaning church bell
Calling faithful and sinners, come lets pray
Tho' Fate with its power cries more in store
Here I stood, stoutly battling the unknown
With feeble words, I did each plea implore
For greater mercy and light to be shown.
Horrific dark power blasts heart and soul
Curse given out by death's repugnant hand
Raging waters swirl, bringing Fated toll
Painful cuts slash beauty of all the land
Fate with its power cries such shall be so
And mortals shall then fear my awesome wrath
At birth each is destined to soon go
Beyond the veil on a mystery path.
Although the defiant this end may cry
And with bravado seek to change that course
None, nary one Fated ending defy
Beyond the veil, all dreams flesh must divorce
Thus I stood, sword broken shield cast away
Mere flesh raging against eternity
Then the bell rang, sounding, come here to pray
For light and truth offers infinity.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-19-2022
Rhyme, ( Praying To Again Embrace The Much Needed Light )
Categories:
accursed, art, death, deep, fate,
Form:
Rhyme
Before knowing, he was turned into an invisible man
standing in the middle of a busy street.
Unmistakably, though his image reflected on the glass of the show
window no passersby noticed his presence or recognized him;
not even endowed him with the acknowledgement of his being.
All kinds of gestures he made to attract passersby did not work,
those heartless men come and go completely ignoring him.
He pleaded from his troubled mind,
he beckoned to them affectionately,
but no one stopped or turned their face to appreciate his being.
One day, he left the city full of disgusting men for the country
to soothe his weary heart and to enjoy the field’s and garden’s
natural beauty.
He was not an invisible man there, the curious minded children
surrounded this stranger and followed. He smiled and waved to
the children for joy, but they, instead of welcoming him,
picked up stones and threw them at him for fun.
He exclaimed for them to quit their mischievous behavior
immediately. And as he cried, their parents came crowding
and scolded him for blaming their children. They attacked him,
then picked up stones bigger than the children’s and threw them
at him.
When his forehead ripped his heart torn to pieces, and when his
back snapped in two his wound opened to bleed. The heartless stones,
nonetheless, kept flying at him.
He cried to god for help
because he could not take this cruel treatment any longer,
but god did not respond to his cry just like the apathetic men
who came and went ignoring him. He was the invisible man who
was even rejected by god who is supposed to be accepting every soul
and, to take everyone’s stretched hands to comfort them;
he was the man who is condemned to the limit, hence anyone may
kill him if they so desire but his body is not qualified for a sacrificial
object to god; he was visible but not visible to everyone’s eyes,
he was the man who thought he existed, yet never has existed.
Categories:
accursed, pain,
Form:
Free verse
Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen
Ma wink'n and blink'n
mind nod yet awake,
nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
(day-glo bull leave
me you) after noon,
(October thirtieth
two thousand and eight teen),
mine myopic brown
marbled occipital orbs
fixate upon a
lone blinking cursor -
hooping such intense stare
will magically glean
a divine comedy,
or even mediocre
shaky spear writ tragedy, none
the less letting thoughts
glom (cess) pool like
into some elusive essence,
finding me madly chasing
(feebly, lamely, queerly
and ridiculously
likened to a teen
age paramour) intriguing,
nattering, and wordlessly
spellbinding notion
all the way to Abilene,
perhaps metamorphosing
into a topnotch
poem (ska lean),
swiftly tailored harried
style even out rivaling
the best newsy
Lake Woebegone fabulist
(formerly Nordic European)
scribes, that juiced might earn
me some crisp
legal tender green,
yet impetus to write,
NOT predicated on ram
ping up checking account,
which primary queen
tis essential money source
of mine to pay bills
appears extremely lean,
and thus apologize if
any hint of desperation
(PULL EASE pledge to
Matthew Scott Harris charity)
seeps extemporaneously typing
this poetic expression,
when financial resources
picked bone dry clean,
and me fanciful
thoughts cannot help
wishing for miraculous
intervention tub bring,
a raft of smiley faces
tomb eye gentle mien
such as receiving
an anonymous bajillion
dollars donated (tummy)
from tennis scene legend
(in her own mind)
aery Billy Jean
King, whose near
exhaustive earnings -
at least compared
to thy germane mein kampf
(accrued during - her mist
starry re:us horse sing around)
straw berry fields
forever hay day
with tangerine trees,
and marmalade skies
completing tennis
(tense) backdrop against
engendered match with
the late Bobby Riggs.
Categories:
accursed, 11th grade, art, dream,
Form:
Lyric
ACCURSED THEN, ACCURSED NOW is a
Dedication to all fellow
South African's and to People
throughout the world who has suffered
the shame of pigments bane.
Sullied and tainted words
Bloodied red, in pain etched hearts
Doom strickened from the start
Sisters white, brothers brown.
This one better, that one to cast aside
Feel the pain, hear still today, how it screams
Because of the past, the future still bears the cost
Separate development, separated families.
Political idiots of yesteryear, fared still no better today
Chaotic then, stigmatic now
In numbers and colours, have peoples classified
And have each generation, the other brought to shame.
Parents denied and lost on the road of memories bane
Families ferreted and hounded, and at a distance placed
Left to flounder at the wayside as fragmented debris stock
And guiltily forgotten by an intermingled past.
How man's atrocities the Lord Father would want to blame
For mans insane laws, enacted by the bigotted vain
Has compasssion flown man's vocalled coop
Has Humanity perhaps, an other name?
Categories:
accursed, dedication, people,
Form:
Free verse
Argh...What Accursed Fate Did Lurk...
Regarding thee 2009 Hyundai Sonata
(50+ shades of gray), a cred
debt tub bull vehicle, that at
this moment finds sinking
feeling akin to led
zeppelin, yes (for almost ten years,
this car manufactured with damn) sped
to countless destinations,
no whomever drove head
ding here, there, or anywhere,
yea without missing a beat said
vehicle dependable, rightly never left
being reliable, thus no question even Fred
Flintstone could corroborate, how red
dilly reliant aforementioned car
stood us in good stead,
aye attribute to quality wed
did craftsmanship in tandem being exam
manned by skilled automotive technicians,
nonetheless majority of cumulative costs
exceed all other expenditures
and asper right finds
me in a severe emotional,
financial, and spiritual jam,
when meager money resources
socked with exorbitant costs
analogous to experiencing bam!
Over today, a six hundred
plus dollars repair, hits mine head
hard (albeit figuratively), I surmise
a worse fate than being dead
agh...please help me survive
this shell shock humongous,
(yet critical) brake system replacement,
cuz trickling optimism fled
leaving me agast
how ongoing expenses,
will be met for me tum tug get fed
now yours truly feels
utterly rife with dread
as his emergency savings
account reserve tapped,
since checking account
hemorrhaged i.e. bled,
whereat monthly social security
deposit cannot be used to feather bed
my inner peace, particularly when
alarming sense of monetary
distress dost dead
din ability to breathe easy,
when faith to remain
financially solvent fled...
Hence psyche feels like
being pitched to and fro
with no recourse to buttress
legal tender woe
full despair spurs philanthropic
largesse (I hate to beg), though
an upended employment track record
(most recent job held...oye vey
maybe two decades ago)
severe bouts of anxiety/
panic undermined emo
shin null (psychological) confidence
nsync with sweaty palms, this this bro
kin metaphor, which in part
contributes to lifetime mein kampf
of a bajillion times ho...ho...
humbug mood possessed mind
fiendish poker face spirit in hell
worse off than a hobo living on skidrow!
Categories:
accursed, absence, angst, appreciation, fear,
Form:
Bio
Wistful Accursed Penniless Fate...God Dime Mitt!
(neither defamation, nor blasphemy meant, sans Title)
Despite ingestion of
anti anxiety medications
ferocious hellish onslaught
pummels me aback
finds resurgence of ghostly
white implacable terror
inducing panic attack
cogs and wheels
of psyche frenetically
spinning alas and alack
swallowed in the un
avoid doubleheader maw
whale size amberjack
suctioned alive as dead ringer
human master bait
(feebly prate who GOD,
somebody please HELP)
doomed to die, "eye"
doth entirely engulf me
far worse than being slammed
by malevolent forces
loosed from hurricane
classed as Category 5
on Saffir-Simpson Scale
adrip with horrible gastric,
caustic, and acidic repulsive
bile alcoholic akin to applejack
and more rancid
than Q8 oily arrack
once again oft repeated phrase
Death be not Proud, viz
reincarnation of Moby Dick
(gone terribly awry)
on the attack after ME
with no way back
to house at Pooh Corner
condemned to spin
willfully intestate,
while steeped in utter black
but....methinks
perhaps fetid blowback
equivalent to volcanic belch, would
spit out "burnt offerings"
formerly Matthew Scott Harris,
whose steaming hot pipe dream
(Ahab) in mind can not
even get "LIVE" feedback,
and definite never
my Stradivarius fiddleback
(I rue...all the money
momma's and pappa's...
scrimped and saved
without giving
this sole sun any flack)...
ha...sardonic humor,
and wistful pointless flashback
equally frivolous hanker
ring for greenback,
legal tender, quid
pro quo, et cetera,
NOW demise welcomed
forever free from penury
small potatoes this measly mortal
even at dirt poor cheap
expense courtesy
Euthanasia travel agency
manned by HiJack,
where captain! My captain!
Humungous humpback
clearly presented danger field,
and only costs this one life
as lil bitty chewy Whitman snack!
Categories:
accursed, 12th grade, allusion, analogy,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Horrible Monstrous
Unforgiven Eternal
Foredoomed Misfortune
Categories:
accursed, angst, atheist, dark, evil,
Form:
Haiku
(alternately titled random axe of violence)
I calculated an average
of ~10.16.... deaths per year
of mass school shootings since Columbine,
a morbid benchmark where,
iGen / Gen Z 1995 - 2012 bore significant hit,
now students require armed guards to learn - veer
really within purportedly "safe places",
which statistics tracks a unilinear
trend, and justifiably causing
absolute zero reassurance
countering alarmist state of mind dust tear
ability to accept rationale
dismissing greater probability
prevails lightening will strike loved ones,
nonetheless share
ring understandable expressing
rightful salient concerns with school board
quotidian possibility son(s) and/or daughter(s) rare
lee remain mum at every opportunity,
how second amendment does not square
with democratic e pluribus unum firmament,
lieutenant management,
quintessential reverent tenets
pointing trigger finger of accountability
at lax gun purchasing rare
lee does emotional uproar demanding
immediate controls, limitations, restrictions,
et cetera on firearms scare
the bejesus from stalwart National Rifle Association,
whence spokesperson doth prepare
convincing rebuttal (lock, stock at barrel) overbear
ring lee outgun legitimate
parental concerns, now near
daily occurrence hardly cause a flinch glossed
inducing similar reactions as
sports home team defeated, sans mere
slightly raised eyebrows while headline news
when another tragedy gets tacked
unto the 122 students killed since Columbine
took the lives of innocent lives 19 plus years ago
which ho hum sacrifice of youth or teachers bare
lee induce ripple despite an increasing number
of spent bullets fallout inflicting
more than 208,000 vulnerable
impressionable psyches sorrows need a lifetime to air!
Categories:
accursed, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Small fortune already spent
to maintain 2009 Hyundai Sonata
(pray cuz I love genii, or even mirthful
teletubby heaven sent)
compromising financial means to pay rent,
telecommunications service provider (Verizon),
electric company (PECO), sparking pent
up rage against the machine money meant
to buffer panic attacks
springing up like Jack in the box
yet, yours truly feels his soul got lent
to the devil, impossible mission
peace of mind out of reach for this gent
and the misses forced in poor house
alms reached out
imploring cosmic consciousness
me equal decent
fellow asking please
dole out at least one red cent
with quite a few right sided zeros
before decimal point
to relieve soul searing ailment.
Nor can yours truly afford
a new preowned vehicle
perhaps dismal circumstances
will witness me pedaling
preschool sized tricycle
generating stares aplenty quizzical
bystanders, especially kids
pointing out overgrown practical
joker, many grownups
look twice dismissing optical
illusion concluding meshugganah
mister man maniacal,
nonetheless entire crowd
coon sitters me hysterical.
Thus hoop fully explains zit
all regarding why I writ
silly poem about me,
a pedal pushing panhandler twit
(jab only fore sake of poem),
who wheely did quit
the madcap rat race
cold turkey working for nonprofit
named Matthew Scott Harris,
he sports fifty shades of gray matter
boasting memory equalling one kilobit
more than adequate as Herman's hermit
petsmart exuding blissful esprit
de corp sometimes volunteering
with Smokey as his fiery bandit.
If ja happen to espy
older pencil necked geek
most popular within
of enclave Battle Creek,
cuz, constitutes major producer
comprising breakfast cereal of champions
just toss legal tender into sleek,
the only pot I got to piss'n
actually a family heirloom antique
sold to me on grandfather's deathbed.
Categories:
accursed, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
thrown back
amidst the liar's ruin
weathered with the reins
wrapped around his hand
pressed on
over dusk flooded fields
should it never lift
and drown the thistle
heard still
phantom hoovesteps pounding
as the drifter accursed
takes flight and is gone
Categories:
accursed, mystery,
Form:
Soul, still drifting in the subtle calmness,
undaunted and adamant;
never being effected by malicious intent,
never being accursed by words...
Use extreme caution when transversing boundaries
of strange lands inhabited by mediums,
who are the seers that wish to replace God;
accept no invitation by affirming their cult...
Wise heart,, live according to your beliefs,
faithful and changeless: never revere a false god,
the gold-adorned one who glitters
with the utter pretense of being the golden sun...
Preachers abound like the eagles of the Appalachians Mountains;
they relentlessly rove to snatch whoever is feeble,
to convert them to their preposterous creed;
I have seen many fall from grace and ask for forgiveness...
How wonderful and liberating is to live
never being accursed by words, or attached to fatal feelings of hurt;
how delightful and inspirational is to achieve
every possible joy that only faith can guarantee with a simple oath...
Footsteps, be attentive and shrewd,
look out for the one slandering with the tongue of the lewd;
eyes, judge people by their external appearance to minimize danger,
the distrustful look reflects the turmoil of their soul lucidly molded by Lucifer...
Compassion can mitigate the misery of a miscreant,
and possibly transform his or her appearance with repentance,
never being accursed by words hailed from angry mouths;
if execution is justice, death won't change anybody's heart...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
accursed, death, inspirational, introspection, sad,
Form:
Quatrain
The churches are closed and it’s cold.
Outside on these holly grounds,
The tired and hungry huddle,
Become part of landscaping, pray.
They are all alone,
Each with their own story,
Telling it to God and anyone else
Not bothered by their circumstance.
Tonight I am one of them,
Shuffling for a place to sleep,
With empty pockets and stomach
Growling at God and religion.
Categories:
accursed, faith, life, social, god,
Form:
It was an old tiled house that I was born,
My mother grappled to give birth to me, That night was the worst one for weself Which made my mother as a rebirth, All the family members accursed me a lot, But I was very cheerful to come out,
From the dark fetus fluid sac of womb, I condemned myself for not doing any crime, That gave her the greatest punishment, Thank almighty fo making me and her alive, God sent millions of angels to the globe, Who had given birth many innocent infants, No wonder for me to praise her patience,
That she maintained for more than ten months, Though she was fond of eating fondants, She never dined that was not divine for me ,
She sacrificed a great deal of things for giving birth, That I couldn't compensate in the life, Verbbring into the world was a worthwhile, That depended upon the worthy of a woman,
Where was the mercy to come from for myself,
I had no doubt,it was given from her genes, Could you save the sacred feminine gender?,
That guided glory to the womanhood.
Categories:
accursed, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Narrative