Best Aspersion Poems
Tyrants fat upon their moon
With untold minions to command...
Knew a diversion would be needed
As malcontent laid waste the land.
They yearn to cast aspersion
By letting forth a hellish storm
Against those of us far far away
With thoughts different from their own.
What about the children?
They shriek about the public square.
We must squash their parents' freedom
To show truly how we care.
Children are the future
And must parrot what we say.
It's up to us to know what's right
When parents lose their way.
Mount your horses... beat the drums...
We must forge our discontent.
A child is far too sacred
To be left with those of ill intent.
I know scant about these people
But know their moon's a mess.
It's odd their eyes have strayed so far
With local grievances to address.
It's an illusion old as time itself...
To cast a weary outward gaze
On those who differ from themselves
To foment some distant craze.
So here I stand... sword in hand
As they mount the castle walls...
While Tyrants mark a distant hill
To watch my city fall.
If only a word to bend the ear
Of those who wish my end of days.
Your rancor is misguided...
Let the children find their way.
But I knew the cost of liberty
Where a penance now was due.
As freedom has a shelf life
When you share not the Tyrant's view.
The End
Categories:
aspersion, angst, anxiety, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
The story of his pomposity
The gaiety of a been-to
Embroidered in revenge.
Tunde Canada!
Timid and denied by folks and friends
In his prime when the springboard, the hemisphere
At the time when chicks announce their appearance.
His ordeal was woven in ancient penury.
He was in the enclave of the rejected,
An outcast before his friends,
Whose hands, fortune, has benevolently endowed
But he was happily disowned by his entire ally.
Tunde Canada!
Determination and spirited humans
Benignly lifted from the corridors of poverty
He suddenly became great.
How yesterday’s pain gone
And friends who cast aspersion are back as friends.
He became the cynosure of them all
How fast humans forget the misdeed of yesterday!
Tunde Canada!
Now great!
But revenge beclouds the reciprocity of goodwill.
He mopped up his old friends for a drink,
And left them to bear their debts after tipsy,
And stayed in the silt gutter.
Tunde Canada
In the frailty of human foible,
Revenge robbed him of his life achievements.
At last, betrothed to a bride of a rich-dynasty
And before the oath on the altar,
Absent from his wedding, either for tipsy or else,
He left the bride, the audience and the priest alone in the church
Staring at his endless arrival.
Oh, a revenge against the society
Pain to his ungodly quest.
A victim of his retribution
Categories:
aspersion, discrimination, metaphor, pride, rude,
Form:
Free verse
Cecilia stood with him as my eyes filled with envied rage
I had asked her to be mine at prom but was second to the stage
She dazzled the ballroom as bated breaths of onlookers viewed
Her figure in white satin caused all to experience an exclamatory mood
Bleach white with stream- lined sleekness adorning Long lacy sleeves
Pinkish mother of pearl fasteners from shoulder to fingers weaved
Each aligned like little glistening sparklers- beautiful yet Godly conceived
Hair fashioned as a cascading water fall full of auburn red curls
Turning to mist at her lower waist causing my dreamful rage to be placed in whorls
Spinning more spinning- my world out of control
Oh how I wanted her long moments ago
A plucked rose of red love pined to her heart side breast
Gave me notice as I knew I could not rest
Like a lion on the prowl- to the dance floor I stalked
To dance with my dream girl whose heart I would shock
Tapping aspersion the shoulder of the man whom I gave envy and hate
Excuse me please sir-may I cut in on your lovely date
Softly spoken “We’ve got tonight” I whispered in her ear
Drawing her ever the closer- Oh my dear
Seger’s words audibled sweetly around the dance hall loomed
No longer the wait-I vowed boldly and calm
No longer to hesitate- aroused by her flowery balm
My lips to hers pressed- for she did not resist
Thus it was the moment of our very first kiss
Categories:
aspersion, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, love, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Never, Always, Sometimes
Stretched across the years of time,
memory plays hide and seek.
In the foggy daydreams, shadows find
early life rarely has a voice to speak.
Hidden in the quiet corners
low profile is an easy escape.
Never stepping boldly forth, always the loner,
and in hanging back it is best to hesitate.
Sometimes though, some inner spirit rises
and takes the dramatic leap forward
Voices shout speaking what the world despises
of life, liberty, justice is not just words.
Never do the masses speak in unison
always there are protesters an dissenters.
Deep in the thoughts of freedom lies the fusion
sometimes we only see the adventure.
Never is such a negative aspersion
drowning hope and dreams of life.
Always is too much an elaborate excursion
holding back for fear of the daily strife.
Sometimes, now there’s thought and possibility
that success can reveal it’s way
Sometimes then, there is less futility
in being self and loving every day.
Categories:
aspersion, life, senses, voice,
Form:
Rhyme
Resentment is a negative emotion
that casts aspersion upon others
when perhaps the fault really lies
in the depths of our own being.
Deceiving ourselves is a flaw,
one of our human imperfections,
while expecting too much of others.
Resentment leaves such a bitter taste.
Rancor inflames both heart and soul,
so, keep your ire under control.
Categories:
aspersion, anger,
Form:
Free verse
We may have had none, one, two, or more
Intricate mistakes we quell to adore
Unconsciously transcending perfidy from the heart
Counterfeit penitent that epitomizes the start
Remiss to the love that ensure no art
Mad that it happened, we wish it never did
We tried to intact the emotions that we hid
Until we hackneyed three words for bid
“I love you” manifest the aspersion for real
When the heart cajoled its life to kill
Categories:
aspersion, death, loss, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Greta Thunberg
you have a heart of gold
unfortunately, there are those
with a heart, that is cold
You stand up, for what is right
using your proud voice
that helps us all fight
the human destruction plight
You have the support of your family
as they back you up yearly
and you have support of many
who are your back up family
You have the passion
when others, just want aspersion
as you care, about all life
when others, only care for their life
When you speak to the masses
I get chills down my spine
as you are so inspiring
with your honest logical thinking
Your care for Mother Nature
is all about our future
but the political economic culture
is ruining our agriculture
Mother Nature is life
and your part in our strive
is helping us with might
for our future to be bright
Greta Thunberg, thank you
you are a star, for all life
Categories:
aspersion, abuse, anti bullying, caregiving,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh sing yon violin upon your strings
and play harps and lutes melodious things
come sooth my soul and for our losses
and shatter pain upon our bed of mosses
Dost thou dare to stay our hearts entwined
do cast your light and airy within our mind
so also to our agony do make us blind
where in time we shall life kinder find
Do misdirect my thoughts upon a fairer course
lead me now away from paths remorse
fail not to impart joy and from its source
and to the courts whats odious I do divorce
and there expire bitterness and mans afflictions
unto the burial sites with their benedictions
the ends of tribulations on the morrow
as I have some aspersion to this sorrow
Come twist your ropes do wrap in harmony
the golden strand in archetypes that be
fluid in the cups elixir we do drink
to shelter from woe and misery we sink
Clasp the inner man intone your song
return to us the living among our throng
embrace the consolation and hold whats dear
for upon us all this place draws ever near
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
aspersion, care, death, emotions, missing,
Form:
Quatrain
Why are you so focused
on my little tiny failures
not on my overall grand success
every time I stumble
you seem to drag me down
with all your words of aspersion
I just slide further down
you criticize and vilify
as I attempt to overcome
every minuscule failure
As I see, every mark
adds color to the picture
but to you the world
is black and white
a charcoal picture
ally my attempts to add pastel
you have just deemed fails
you pick and I compare
I am trapped in a nightmare
as I neglect to overachieve extraordinary
Categories:
aspersion, betrayal, color, how i
Form:
Free verse
Auspicious August was a king of old,
who used aspersion as if it were gold.
Baron Aseptic, he declared: filthy,
and his best virtue, his asperity.
The Baroness called the king audacious,
her husband was very assiduous.
“He austerely cleansed all crime from his land,
King August could not claim something so grand.”
Though true, most ascribe her words to her end.
August assailed the Baron to defend
Pride and Respect. The Baron was astute,
killed his wife to appease the royal brute.
His atonement acceptable, the king
made him Groom in the princess’s wedding.
Categories:
aspersion, daughter, education, family, father,
Form:
Sonnet
DYING OF ANXIETY
Very tall, I mean not too short
A Plump, you mean
No, of a slim figurative expression
Yes, but dark in body colour
Not light enough to lit
The room in darkness
Neither here nor there, is that!
Of the chocolate colour,
Is she hot-tempered, over-jealous or
Gentle like a dove without pretence
My head chorused at once
Still, dying of anxiety.
Does he have a beard?
Or his hair full of bush or baldness?
Is he looking mean
With a scaring scar on his face?
Or does he belong to the
“Lion Entanglement Tribe?”
Is he a man with a tender heart?
Or with a heart-melting gentle touch
Does he have a strong palm like the farmer?
Or snores like a pig while on a mattress
She sighed a breath of relief to the day to behold
As fear of the unknown grip her body.
As cock crows in the dark early hours
It’s a day off the d-day
The day of emotional confrontation
I smiled for the day to Romeo my Juliet
Suddenly, anxiety cast aspersion on my smile.
Alayande Stephen T.
5.44pm
12th November, 2007
It was inside an Ayobo vehicle, was going home for a revival.
Lion Entanglement Tribe means people with Tribal marks in Africa
Categories:
aspersion, adventure, fantasy, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Moonlighting
In the moon year
I began to ponder
Of trial about life’s racing,
I thought of life and prayer
I thought of blessing.
Under the clean moonlight,
In the shadow of my hallowed skin
Where the bright moon manifest
And cascades down my path,
I went to the seashore,
Where the gay moon cast
Aspersion on the ocean face,
I saw the rising moon tide
Overwhelmed the uncertain starfish;
Back to where it belongs,
As the moon tide caressed my feet;
I looked at the meek moon
I saw a friend,
A body guard against the uncertain world;
The caressing moonshine catalyzed my dream,
I lay back on the sand
And i followed the lost moon.
Categories:
aspersion, life, sea, moon,
Form:
Breath on skin
warm sighs tingle
titillate
Lips search curious
exploring flesh landscape
Traversing the beauty
laying light kisses as mementos
Bound only by interwoven fingers
Pleasure flashes white
...imbibed passion reflects from linen
aspersion illuminated glistening skin
Limbs tangled like beautiful bondage
succumbing to blissful hedonism
two making one mass of ecstasy
A feast, we eat greedily
glowing lurid seekers of sexual festival...
Categories:
aspersion, passion
Form:
Free verse
Why do some folks belittle an education
Looking down on those with degrees?
Jokes about the educated in circulation
Making learning like an unwanted disease.
Many smart folks are ashamed to admit
Their diplomas, degrees, and certificates,
For some will laugh, calling them unfit
Like they are unappreciated illegitimates.
All of us have some needed unique ability
We all make up our societies’ inclusion --
Some with limitations, others’ great agility
We must never on others cast aspersion.
Written August 26, 2022
Categories:
aspersion, anti bullying, character, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
Both desire and aversion,
cast on soul’s light aspersion,
egoic thought spirals of doom
allowing not bliss to zoom.
Habits we form, an anchor,
manifesting as rancour,
contracting joy in our heart,
till expectations depart.
Let interruptions delight,
for we see now by clear sight,
that earth life is but a test,
where love doth rise and fears rest.
18-August-2022
Categories:
aspersion, desire, fear, freedom,
Form:
Jueju