Best Accuses Poems
The pain and the anger invading your heart
could be overwhelming and tear you apart.
You choke on emotion, you feel it arise,
It comes unrelenting to moisten the eyes.
Alone and bewildered, there’s no one at hand
to bring you some comfort, who would understand.
There are no illusions; you hope and you try
but when there’s no answer you ask only why.
You dwell on the sweetness of long tender kiss
the nights filled with passion and all that you miss
but now there is nothing to brighten your days
your heart still accuses in so many ways.
You should have stayed faithful; you should have confessed
Instead you were seen being kissed and caressed.
You pleaded for tender compassionate grace
But all that remains are these tears on your face
A Callman (Callus and Manassian) Collaboration
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
A collaboration with Susan Ashley
Sweetheart, Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
Bright heaven's night skies, in your eyes once were,
agleam they glittered, gems as you danced free;
my darling, sad you once thought I loved her
oh how that sexy vixen did chase me!
Her lies about our night trysts at the lake
she said we did commingle on white sand;
I know the pain they gave, was hard to take
her vicious calls to you worse to withstand!
I give you this, our hearts both love entwine
your lips the only honey I will taste;
my love-life’s yours, as only your’s is mine,
so please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste!
Your lips the only honey I will taste.
So please, lets live and love, let’s not time waste!
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Temptress: Your Lips The Only Honey I Will Taste
My tongue tells lies to get me what I want
and longs to taste the sweets of your desire,
I’ll tempt you and your woman I will taunt;
behold this tigress striped in passion’s fire.
I have no shame in stalking you, my prey,
my green eyes have you surely in my sight,
I watch and pray that from her you will stray;
upon you with my purr I will alight!
If prayers don’t work I have a backup plan..
I’ll tell her of us when her back was turned -
a sly seductress always gets her man,
as if by magic when the truth is blurred.
My claws will hook you given half the chance,
beguiling rumors charm with their snake dance...
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration) , February 13, 2019
Poet’s note: Thank you, my dear friend, for your accepting
my invitation to compose beautiful verses with me yet again.
to share this new double sonnet collaboration.
And as always, it was an honor and true pleasure to write
with you and see poetic verses be born.
This about an evil temptress that falsely accuses a man
faithful to his beloved wife spurns her unwanted advances.
Such that happened in real life and was a nightmare to have
to had endure until the truth came out about the lying
and crazy temptress. Lucky that her best friend finally
exposed her for the liar that she was.
The Blackness And The Hard Labor Of The Housemaid
Store up the spasms of the low rims of busy suns
trudging work tills the upheaval of ragged soil
and what of shadow hours, sweat and hard toil
does indifferent soil its gasping unholy vomit spill
she folds the clothes and then she falls asleep.
Trudge the hours and crack the unwilling stones
as her shadow walks into bars of uneven ethereal mists
the dark red rouge smears in round about shy patterns
she wonders, where does brown dung of yesterday hide
She slaves as a worker, her tired muscles cramp
her mind drifts and then it accuses her of nothingness
today is for work, tomorrow the mice may play
her work is as ancient days a drifting into noon
she is bent as a scornful indifferent boothill
as she finally stops, yes stops, to dare to go to sleep.
Robert J. Lindley, Verse
June 2nd 1972
Note: My new girlfriend's mother is a housemaid. Works 6 days week about 12 hour a day/
"Deadly Deception"
hearts hurting; hanging on mantle
in pieces of shattered romance
wandering eyes; tempted by "greener grass"
my lonely nights fathom in a phantom dance.
in Life and in Love; each moment a choice
with stars in my eyes, I still hear your false voice.
words cut so deep like a jagged knife
"I just fell out of love with you"
though I'll keep you in my memories
our love was a lie and untrue.
absorbing verbal bruises
adultery always accuses.
emotions surge raw as I empty my pain
"second chances" were never my nitche'
meet a woman who wants to move on with her life
others label me as a stone *itch.
you were the deceiver
who fooled this believer.
my philosophy is simple to understand
yet larger than "forgive and forget"
if you don't know what you have when you have it
you will live your whole life with regret.
love is a gift from God the Creator
so I will forgive you
cause I'm a lover ... not a hater.
*For Delilah's Adultery..forgive or not frgive..
If I were stronger
I’d say a permanent goodbye
To life
To strife
To misery
To pain
Ah…..the pain
No, it’s too hard
Too damn hard
Too hard
Damn
Damn
Hard
They tell me to be grateful
For all that I have
And I am
I am
But they don’t see
They don’t hear
The voice inside
That torments me
The demon of my failures
That accuses me
I’m not good enough
I was never good enough
For the world
For myself
For you
Perfectionist’s nightmare
Striving for the ideal
But all I see
Are broken people
Cracked hearts
Baggage not willing to be let off
At any station
Because though it is so heavy to carry
It's familiar
It offers "security"
No, life is too hard
Pills help
Friends help
Family help
God helps
But what is the use
When I tear down
With my own hands
I tear down
Walls of comfort
Of love
I bleed
I grieve
For the woman I used to be
The woman with dreams
Ideals
Walking along the rosy pathways
Of life
Not seeing the thorns
Believing
Always believing
That true love
Will win the day
There is no TRUE love
I challenge you
Find me the source
Tell me where it abides
Where it hides
Tell me
IF you know
If you can honestly say
Your heart has never been torn
If you can look me in the eye
And say you have never lied
You have never strayed
Never betrayed
With your heart
Your words
Someone who loved you
To distraction
And beyond
Forgive me….
It’s nighttime
I’m weak
I wait for the dawn to come
When I can swallow the pill
That brings me happiness
Makes the world that rosy place
Where I can again dance
And smile
And yet I know in my heart
It’s not really me
There is a me no one sees
The woman behind the face
In a lonely place
Longing...
To say goodbye
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Pain as a Hobby Parts I-IX
Written by Tavarus M. Moreland
Copyright 2010. All rights reserved
Sorry Yulli, it was little unfair to suggest the title
You’re only 23 but I promise to leave room
Heck by that time, I was on my 4th heartbreak
Walking on one of the girl of my dreams fulfilling
Other guys dreams!
I can do this in my sleep
Pain as a hobby
I don’t even feel it no more
My tear ducts have ran out of their supply
Instead it drips on my heart
And leaks through my finger tips
Too much water the ink smudges against the pad
When my first major commitment
Accuses me of physical abuse but she forgot
She was the one hitting me in the face in a car while
We are driving on an expressway going sixty miles per hour
I’m not snitching but I would have needed stitches if I didn’t block
the blows, or worse we could be dead.
What time is it?
Set your alarm
To Tavarus’oclock
I own your time now
Because I’m about to go off
O, mama how we forget
O, now I’m the vindictive liar
Because I wrote a book exposing the truth
Truth, amazing how people run from it.
Somehow they remember themselves being completely innocent.
Anything you attempt to use against me I can just turn it around
Call it alchemy but words are my metal
I can turn and bend them with my mind or use them however I feel
But, “Tavarus aren’t you a Christian”
Sorry again, it’s not as easy as you want it to be.
But Tavarus is Tavarus and Christ is Christ and
There is a big difference in between
Why don’t you give it a try since you have an opinion
Instead of trying to criticize
So before you think I have some screws loose
Just imagine yourself going through what I went through
I’m a pain expert, I can teach you want not to do
My word processor can’t handle all my colloquial but it really can’t keep up with
My soul and my mind and my heart.
But I’m winning this race
What Is Really Beauty?
Date: Sun, Dec 27 2015 at 12:26 AM
I don't you really know what is Beauty
It's not Make up your Body or Jewelry
No need for Insecurities
No matter the thoughts of those that Oppose to your Humility
Or your Dignity
Because you are created by divinity
Suffient of the Imagery of the Creators Periphery
For to be the Mother of The livingly Entities
But I stuck mystically in the Mysteries
Cause Beauty isn't Just Skin Deep
It's your Smile, your Heart, your Soul Spiritually
Never let me take away your Confidence
Cause you are all A Goddess
An your Body isn't trash to be Abolished
Or to be use for this Man's Tolerance
Of you being Accepted in his Conference
But Sex sells in this world as A Profit
Your Womanlyhood should be Acknowledged
An Respected an not Disrespected by a Fools Conscious
You don't need Perms Cause These Chemicals is Toxins
From the Man to benefit cause the roots in the Soil
Of the Soul of your Hair is Natural Oils
To Let the Hair Grow
Keep yourself well Groomed
An you'll Bloom
Cause you a Flower in a Room
Meteor showers by the Moon
Beauty is Your Eyes
That's bright like the Sky
Bright as the Stars in the Heaven
Never be shy to Hide or be Afraid of your Size
Be humble an Surmise the pride
Of those that's not Accepting
A Man was to be the Protector of the Earth's Protection
I just spreading the Message
What is really Beauty
It just Includes Me
An Confuses Me
It's really Peculiarity
Strange but it doesn't Humor Me
It Illumines Me
Not speaking the truth Accuses me
So im speaking the truth fluently
Cause I'm Angry furiously
Wondering Curiously
Do you understand Beauty that usually you don't see
some want tell what's truth from the fruits of the peach
To play the Music That Speaks
Listen to the Tunes of the Beat
My Voice Cause I'm with Beauty & I'm a Beast
Like a Lion you see the Beauty in the Nature
Women are so Beautiful they Beauty they should Savor
Because these fools Scrutinies can turn you into a Ugly Azalea
It's alot of Beauty in you but I'm running out of time
But I know the meaning of Beauty you will Find
Long time ago in Bethlehem,
Just next to south Jerusalem,
A baby was born, worth far more than any treasure,
Jesus Christ, the Messiah, humanity's Savior.
Mary was the name of his mother,
And Joseph the name of his father.
He is one like no other,
As he's also the son of our Heavenly Father.
At the age of 30, Jesus started preaching,
Many was changed by his teachings.
Among the people he had great popularity,
Which soon incurred the wrath of the jealous Pharisees.
Jesus had 12 disciples,
As was told in the Bible.
They all loved him dearly,
Even Judas, who betrayed him eventually.
One night, as Jesus was praying at Gethsemane,
The Jewish leaders arrived with an army.
Betrayed by a kiss, the Son of Man,
Was captured and to the High Priest sent.
Before the High Priest, the false witnesses,
Threw at Jesus all sorts of accuses.
They sentenced him to death, accusing him of blasphemy,
By proclaiming he's the Son of God he became the people's enemy.
They brought him before Pontius Pilate, demanding a death sentence,
To which at first he showed reluctance.
But after a while he washed his hands,
And sentenced to death an innocent man.
At Golgotha Jesus died on the cross,
Not for his sins but mine and yours.
But that's not the end of story,
Three days later he revived, full of glory!
Our Lord Jesus is risen,
He promised to come one more time.
When he does we will also be risen,
So let us all prepare for that time.
To speak a truthful opinion correctly dressed
attacked by false faces clearly visible hate
trying to shut down facts crying victim's
Judgemental liars falsely claiming right's
let's look into your heart and see who pulls the strings
Firstly you support human sacrifice
from there on in everything uttered is cornered
becoming a lost cause when it boils down to lecturing
shape shifting words that overturn
the righteousness of our cause and beliefs
Worthless views push agendas overshadowing the truth
then with branding irons enslaving good values
biting with venom hook line and sinker
taking a back seat as you begin war cursing honesty
This battlefield lawless in its behavioural patterns
accuses those caring virtues of being on the opposite side of the coin tossed here where wisdom holds ground
when clearly they are spinning out of control
condemning those of us trying to save them
This split in the tongue clearly is trapped morally corrupted
begging your forgiveness under blindness
take a long hard look in the mirror reflection bitterness
we are all sinners at the end of the day
a firm purpose of amendment brings you closer to the light
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’, I say.
As I am coming out of the stream
By the river side she is waiting
When she offers me a towel to dry
She whispers this into my ear :
What a good looking man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When the bully cross her path
And like lion I chase them away
On our way home hand in hand
She whispers this into my ear :
What a brave man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .
When she misplaces her trinket
And wrongly accuses me of doing so
After jointly search and find it in her pouch
She whispers this into my ear :
What a peacful man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .
At the guest house in the city
Where she has her birthday party
When I throw the key of my gift to her
She jumps at me and whispers in my ear :
What a kind man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home’’ , I say .
When she returns weak from work
And I set the table before she asks
After her judgement to all I serve
She cuddles me and whispers in my ear :
What a caring man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When we sleep and she throws her leg on me
And I quickly throw away pyjamas
So we begin to measure who is the taller
When breth comes down and she sees again
She whispers this into my ear :
What a loving man you are !
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say.
When our son returns from school
And says : mummy I need another shoe
And I go shopping and bring two anew
After he puts one on and smarter becomes
She jumps up and says this into the air :
What a good home I have !!!!!!!
‘‘ Honey, I am Home ’’ , I say .
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The sheriff had a visitor who growled like thunder,
a rabid dog, teeth bared trying to tear him asunder.
She howled that he'd attacked a member of her pack
Saying Mark was the aggressor and giving him flack.
She told him he'd listened to those who are wrong
then called him a troll, singing that same old song.
He replied to her comments, showing no disrespect
but her defense of that yobbo is hogwash that I reject.
She accused the sheriff of robbing PS of a great poet.
But all the real troll offered was trouble. We know it.
The doggie's heckling prickled me like a thorn or a spur
I won't miss that cowardly 'deleter,' that cocky old cur.
She can defend her crud bud any way she chooses,
but he will always be the one many of us accuses
of bullying, for each time he returns he reeks of ill will.
Hope we've seen the last of him and his snippety quill.
No weapon formed
Against me
Will prosper
Your behavior
Is improper
To God’s child
A showstopper.
God’s army
Is fighting
For me
I’m telling you
No weapon formed
Against me
Will prosper
Is improper
To God’s child
A showstopper.
No weapon that is formed against you will prosper; And every tongue that accuses you in
judgment you will condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, And their
vindication is from Me," declares the Lord. Isaiah 54:17
Fairest and prettiest of all queens, you're never faithful to your king whose hands
barely touch your luscious lips that others secretly kiss;
and you meet them in an empty dungeon to satisfy your urges of lover,
not honoring those vows blessed by that priest who sprinkled Holy Water.
In the prime of your youth, you were given in marriage
for an exchange of great wealth by a father so greedy and heartless
who sought his interest, refusing to admit you were of a tender age;
and he brings his gifts to appease a king who won't demote his rank of prince.
Loyal maids know each secret and arrange your meetings with another knight,
keeping a watchful eye, and they would warn you if they heard footsteps;
naked and screaming, enjoying the ecstasy of lustful lover...wishing it would be night,
to forget the lack of everything: from sensual kisses to warm caresses.
Does guilt ever accuses your conscience of wrongdoing,? No, you seek revenge
by having continuous affairs with knights who have more sexual drive than an old king.
Is my mind an accident of the metaphysical,
of fragile pain, uncertain life or follies of desires?
Abstractions attract me like flies to honey,
vacillating theories seems to me like a refuge,
trying to grab air where only vacuum exists.
The creativity in me rebels as my mind accuses
my heart of the mediocrity of my serendipitous poems
that often flow from splinted quills of my bureau.
I strive to write a grand mythical masterpiece
but know my heart will never release its pent up lore.
It's really a demise of thought, a flare that never storms,
diverting my soul from random, useful conceptions
to microscopic flaws and nebulous products of imagination
and flounder on more mundane affairs that blight the spirit.
Strive as I wish, I can write no more….for now.
Daily a victim of racism dies
While our government accuses them wrongly with lies
The air is punctuated by their screams and their cries
In response to their pleas we choose not to reply
They beg us for mercy, they beg us to try
But we simply say you're just another guy
They take it with courage but tears wet their eyes
For the world sits in silence and cares not for their lives