Best Altercations Poems
you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the sad fact
apathy barbed in neglect
is the tool that you use
not aware it's abuse
how it scrapes and it grinds
determined not to leave anything behind
day after day
night after night
year after year
till the memory
of who I was dissapears
a little bit more every day
you wear me away
voiceless, I fade
silent in your silent tirade
only pebbles remain
of a once templed soul
and with a little more time
pulverized,
they blow away...
by the constant silent howling
of your loveless heart
Eileen Manassian
Gradually life became about survival
suddenly my friends became my rivals
don’t see them now, think they’re my enemies?
That they'll never be, they’re treasured memories.
Would I go back and alter?
Maybe small altercations
but feel forever blessed to
have had friends so amazing.
And though some did me wrong
maybe I did them too
we’ll leave that stone unturned
to preserve and not chew.
In all fairness to have had our paths link up for so long,
creating so much before it all went wrong
is really rare and special,
we lived on the same level,
the pitfalls and perils
as we smoked ourselves sterile.
On different paths now
as our distant laughs sound
in memories less loud
a group of friends once proud.
These people I can never side against,
how the power of the past prevents,
can never hate these ladies and gents,
after all they made up my greatest events.
Because...
Over time life becomes about survival,
suddenly your friends become your rivals,
don't ever allow them become your enemies,
walk away and keep them as good memories,
because one kind not to store in your memories,
are the many you meet out to be enemies,
these people are nothing but your rivals,
keep your friends your friends it aids survival.
Your name is a prerequisite
for every final and finale.
An exclamation
after encores.
The truest definition of more.
The atom before cataclysmic spasm
and all creation that evolved
after energies first meeting.
Your name is completely competing
my demise as well as my surprise.
I'll pronounce every syllable
as ride this unbelievable high
Your name produces
beautiful altercations
And the seeds that flow
are no accidental
incidentals.
It's like a one word prayer
that combines
hallelujah and amen
Said softly but it
echoes so loudly
No Regrets My Love
~~~~~
tanka tales
for you my sweet love
no regrets
I would do it all again
tales of our past my love
~~~~
have we forgot time
the time that was when we loved
a country walk us
together memories made
a son two daughters much loved
~~~~
the time that was ours
altercations end in bed
shh no more listen
have we forgot time that was
gazing... counting shooting stars
~~~~
have we forgot time...
how love endured rough... and smooth
hate played not a part
if we could walk we ran halfway
nature was our guide to life
~~~~
memories now past
have we forgot time eyes wide
looking back no void
life was lived to its fullest
you... me... aged... holding on
Hair Fixed
Dressed Up
Heels - Wedges
Nail Tech
Long and keen
Now, I am hitting the streets.
Driving in a new vehicle
Cadillac is me.
American made American breed
Booty-delicious on the scene.
A smile on my face
Laughter heard
This is because I stopped the world.
Conversation
Exchanging of words
Standing tall
Feeling myself
A woman’s world
Yet, loving man’s intervention.
Altercations will manifest.
Just an implant to the intelligence
An argument that informs the intellect.
What an influence I have!
Empowerment for the inner essence
Is never ignored yet a mind-set.
A picture I have formed.
An image of being forever young.
Energy caprices.
Wiles and whims unfatigued.
A path defined by
Mich - Me…
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Written March 26, 2016!
Das Don doth debilitate democracy
driving a collateral wedge
deliberately dividing differences
collaborating, collapsing, and collaring
disparity amidst ever
increasing homogenization
extant within contiguous United States
across world wide web for that matter
attested by increased
spike among multiracial
amalgamated enclaves, individuals mixing,
where preponderance of melanin
generally affecting predominance
regarding increasing swarthy
naturally copper toned skin
across vast majority of heavily
Caucasian populated areas predicted
to become minority
according new statistics
located at webpage
https://www.brookings.edu/blog/
the-avenue/2018/03/14/
the-us-will-become-minority-
white-in-2045-census-projects/
predict the nation will become
“minority white” in 2045
which genetic assimilation
also harken better angels
among us to herald
interfaith marriage represent
according to hyperlink-
https://www.npr.org/
2013/04/10/176802652/
til-faith-do-us-part-
the-price-of-interfaith-marriage
close to half of all marriages
in this country over the past 10 years
(this cited for the year 2013,
which mostly increased since).
No doubt, the commander in chief
buzzfeeds into this inexorable trend
disquieting, horrifying, mortifying...
especially white supremacists
decrying, lamenting, threatening...
innocents abroad, and/or naturalized citizens
taking cruel dull liver re: to heart
acrimonious, caluminous, jealous, ferocious...
hazarding, kindling, tweeting
inevitable demographic transition overtaking
North America, and teeming masses
(particularly whose skin color,
perhaps fifty shades of brown,
albeit I hereby posit as
forthcoming second, yet
nonpareil gilded bronze age).
Relatively insignificant disparity
(within schema, asper genus/ species
*****sapiens per se)
people comprise greater similarity,
versus starkly disparate contrasts
between each other,
nonetheless oh bomb men able
enthuses, maximizes, trumpets...
every opportunity to spark
altercations, conflagrations, exhibitions...
animals veritably tearing each other
satiating human blood lust,
where coordination, integration, union...
welcoming brother/sisterhood, tolerance,
versus filleting, fomenting fracturing
mosaic boosts ego
inherent narcissistic tribalism!
"The Author of the Lie"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It's amazing how many large altercations result from confrontations which are small
All because he whispered in your ear that you can blame it on the alcohol
Usually his approach is subtle, making it far more devious than the rest
Because he always attacks at the weakest point, better known as the flesh
He will use fast women to try to distract you from your wife
He will use greed to try to distract you from your Life
He will use false love to justify domestic violence
He will use the conflict of confusion to disrupt any peaceful silence
He is cunning and conniving, like no other ever known to this Earth
He promises fortune and fame, happiness and Love, but empty dreams are all they are worth
He offers temptations which are so very hard to resist
Then he hides the consequence by telling us he doesn't exist
He clouds the weakest minds with drugs and destroys necessities with desire
He attempts to weaken your Spirit by takaing your focus off the only Power Higher
He dwells in corruption, as the greatest enemy, he will debate
But all he can use is influence, sin is a deed only we can perpetrate
And his influence can have no power if I simply choose to deny
Only I can be my enemy because it's always my choice, please don't believe the lie
i can see the limitations and the complications
of your fixation on forming the proper relations.
please don't let the temptations cloud your visions
or a better man.
translation, don't let lust be the causation
for this love's disintegration.
i never need your validation
or a clarification on this modification of love.
this is the purification vacation, baby,
just positive vibrations.
no altercations just relaxation.
this is the sanitation of love.
Father is still up for a brawl
Altercations are ongoing
My mom can not tolerate my sister
My sister hates me, and she says the least
On the playground
Mates continue to be enthusiastic about my kin
They always let me scared and cry
Few know nothing but to fight happily
I always have the generosity of a friend
Cordial and simple to go
I can never fit me at home
My mom is waiting to beat me and my sister is waiting to play
I feel sad and bored at home
I can see the tenderness in the evening before bed
I enjoy sleeping because nobody dares to hurt me
Hug of vanity and kisses turn out my sleepless
Litan Dey
You're a little kid again
A boy of 3 years old
Altercations between couples deafens explanation, fuss gets heightened.
In juggling keynotes, Love masks nuisance, openly publicizing queen’s right.
Stained truth, undoubtedly vocals wear. Xenophobia yields zeal
He visits altercations on a daily basis
Of a not so soon enough wedding day kiss
Damaged by headlights and the careless left lane
His beds' been ridden of the wrong Mary Jane
Even recalling the uselessness of the brakes
To their daughter, he's determined to disguise the pain
For every play-date, he changes his name
He collects his composition without a chance of rain
He prays to a God without nothing much to give
But the babies cries and his own bruised lips
To save another girl from being deprived to live
C'mon, man. You know you've got to do this.
Some nights, he can't take it
He's wrapped in two blankets
Beside both princesses, don't know what he's thinking
But he takes it in without a moment wasted
So glad you're making it
Without the mother
It's been something other
But he holds on this living Wonder
She's only seventeen
Without a single meaning
Of this disproportionate life she's been meeting
The mirrors wake to a girl who won't stop bleeding
Can't see past the red from the girl she's been beating
She's aware she's developing
But can't take society
Can't own up to good grades
Can't find her sobriety
The love of her life doesn't know who he's dating
Stuck in reverse, she still wants to change Me
Who could she be?
Who'd love her for the words she'd breathe?
She's made up of fairy tales and ancient poetry
The only things left she finds herself believing
in are empty outlets and a frustrated family.
Without a day to seethe
Without nights of deceit
She deserves more than this everyday disbelief
I can't help but say this
You are more than these places
You find yourself facing
You are more than your brain thinks
Quit wasting it too much imagination
A tradition rooted in the pain of African chains,
On the auction block, where slaves experienced the insane.
Separated...the strong from the weak...the young from the old,
So that by "The Dozen" these cheap laborers could be sold.
Amongst slaves, this distinction was viewed as a "low blow,"
But was the only label that "The Dozen" would ever know.
Thus began this particular tradition of verbal jarring,
Where two individuals engaged in true verbal sparring.
However, in time there came to be a distinct transition,
That defined the evolution of this oral tradition.
Soon, this custom was used to verbally defuse altercations.
The tone, of the insults thrown, had a few alterations.
Now, a confrontation of wits that could test your ability;
An exhibition of emotional strength and verbal agility.
Matching creativity and quickness, became the name of the game,
As trading insults became a fun way to increase ones fame.
Like a boxer, the aim is to deliver a knockout punch,
Target their egos, and deliver multiple jabs, by the bunch.
Like in chess, you must think ahead at least two or three moves.
Be ready, just in case your opponent gets in a groove.
You should always be ready to come with a counter attack.
So, you should have a few quick witted lines piled in a stack.
Be original and clever whenever your words are drafted,
Because, for your opponent, these words must be crafted.
"Playing The Dozens" without an audience would not look right,
Like launching fireworks, in the noon daylight.
So, it has to be the greatest thing that they've ever heard,
Painting a picture of your opponent, using nothing but words.
The response of the audience decides who wins,
So my foes and my friends let us let the fun begin!
Please don't be thrown off by the racial implications.
As a new generation, we can create a new innovation!
I Am Capricorn
I am sorry that I didn’t care for you
I am Capricorn
I am used to be play with
I am sorry I was not able to care for you
January is ending and close to February
Its about a couple of more months of cold weather before the April showers beginning
You didn’t wanted to receive my love
I am Capricorn
I am sorry that I didn’t care for you
We both knew are love wasn’t true it was just a word we will said in between are conversation
Now was it really worth it?
You had too many tea parties with your friends and wasn’t any left for me
Its’ cold winter with a lot of tears a lot of physical and verbal altercations between us
I am Capricorn
I am sorry that I didn’t care for you
I am Capricorn
And you are Cancer !
This long time doodling Yankee
(who calls Southeastern Montgomery, Pennsylvania LV
plus III four seasons visited
upon swath of topography to see
and hear flora and fauna over run
via industrialization he doth experience pity
sympathy, humanity deafening cacophony undermining
once abundant bounty, which mutiny
upon bounty outwits mother nature in this REAL LIFE “GAME” of jeopardy
where survival of the fattest dominates avast geography
thence a tempest in a global teapot doth brew
which phenomena Gaia foments, inducing meteorologists due
tee fully issuing catastrophic fallout asper category 5 carved foo
tang clan along Gulf Coast
reserving special vengeance (alas domino effect)
for oil derricks hue mans insatiably drill into
ever more difficult to access reservoirs sans fossil fuels, but Jew
blintz echoes across watery expanse when excavator loo
king for liquid gold hit a mother lode (or off shoot) exciting new
man hick pumps furiously fracking gnome hatter
watching grim faced absent magic spells such as phew
fi foe...aghast at the rapacious, pernicious, malicious....rue
th less ness heaped upon Planet Earth,
where tipping point
re: specifically *****Sapiens over population will true
lee interrogate meteorological altercations, conflagrations, and
exterminations of multitudinous botanical & animal genus or species
as wrath of monster storms akin to a oceanic brigand
wreaking loss of life and limb, additionally bringing destruction
as megadeath metal lick ha - monstrous maelstrom
mercilessly muscles itself when making land
fall, where record rainfall submerges once smug Texans man
dated to evacuate far from the pan
demon harum-scarum as retribution for incessant lambasting wan
ton ness exploiting terrestrial resources selfishly will eventually ban
hush the dominant primate requisitioned to become extinct – anon.
My past transgressions
could have led me to negative aggression
released by a smith and wesson
or some other deadly weapon
I instead chose other directions
to expand my minds compression
To escape certain depression
every table served with medleys of lessons
At a young age I was handed more answers than questions
altercations
transparent affection
So I chose my own brethren
multiplyin my stressin
And many a greasy experience
Did manifest
but self respect
kept me in check
I came correct
The Lord protects
I pray for one dusk till dawn
with no blood upon
This world were on
A night so long