Best Aspersions Poems
To be immune from aspersions mean and vile
May assuage our hurt feelings for awhile
But to really uphold the Golden Rule
We must also withhold words harsh and cruel—by poet
In an upside-down world
Where self-victimization
is a realization and hatred lingers, it goes nowhere
May not yet get it, and still not self-aware
Now some may think that healing is
Ignoring what is destroying and go on enjoining
others near them to do the same, their end game
Using, medicating with words as ammunition stored on a shelf
Toxicity is there, taken aback, down deep in yourself
Hatred lingers, collecting dust mites
Imploding, suffocating smites and is on reserve
In a mindset where glory they deserve
Personal gut-wrenching bile packaged
Collecting more dust, disgust has an impact
It only makes you a stronger hellcat
One that hasn’t let go of the baggage
Is in an upside-down world of their own
On their own and may think they’re OK
Flies in the ointment, stagnant, a delay, decay
In a world where “making it better” ails, and means
Undoing what has taken lives in time in details
Only bequests, and is deeded
A new form of healing is much needed
Healing is embracing the newest challenges
There are bigger issues, bigger things
Then just you, heed the warnings
It begins within
“Civil war tested the proposition that America is one nation indivisible”—from the book “With Malice Toward None"— Stephen B. Oates
I commend you, my ethereal love:
you’ve forgotten me so well
My name was written with invisible ink
on your heart
Erase ... evaporate
Our love was steamy mist on the bathroom mirror,
and you took a dry toweled tear and wiped it away
I ask you, were we so easy to forget?
For me, it was hard to remember
just why we split
Something or another about this and that
Having a dinner conversation,
you were casting aspersions,
saying a real man don’t treat a woman like crap
But, if I recall correctly,
it was your friend and her fella you were talking about
When it came to us,
we always labored hard to try and work things out
But we got lax,
too comfortable with our facial familiarity
I took your love for granted,
and you did the same with me
We let the little bothersome things slide,
we let the small cracks grow wide
Now, we’re no longer together,
and I really don’t know exactly why
Or what truly caused the divide
With sorrowful parting,
I ask myself why ... why ... why did our love die?!
As it takes everything within me
to stifle my muffled manly cries
It hurt me to see
there wasn’t the slightest glint of regret
gleaming in your eyes
Yet, I must praise you, my astral love
For you, it was so easy to forget
to give us another try
A-s-p are three high-functioning letters
And while I imagine that some might do better
Here are some ways to bring them together
At the start of a word we have aspirin and asparagus
Not to mention aspartame, aspects, and aspersions
Then there's aspire, aspirations, and asperity
And maybe even an aspirator, between you and me
Of course, if you have asp in the middle
You get asp in the end
As you'll find in clasp grasp, hasp and rasp
And it works the other way too--
Which I'm sure you can grasp
That brings to an end this discussion of asp
For more, read the Bible or Shakespeare
Or find a teacher to ask
Oh, for a poem to stir men's souls
to remove pseudo-shackles, to set new goals
Oh, for a lyric to move folks to cheer
to cast off aspersions, to eliminate fear
Oh, for a rhyme enabling spirits to climb
to soar to new heights - airy, sublime
Oh, for an idea to shine and shimmer
to pass muster, yet glow on and glimmer
Oh, for an age that rewards the courageous
~ understands that surrender's contagious
A hummingbird hovers outside my window
Admiring itself in the reflection
I see its colors shine in the morning sun
Almost hypnotizing
Staring, I wonder if it sees me
Alone behind dusty mini-blinds
Vertical slices of faux wood
Narrowly showing the world beyond
I should smile at this “precious” scene
Spring is near in signs and actions
Yet I do not, I can not, for I despise spring
It is a symbol of life…new life
Life is the darkest thought of my mind’s shadows
What good is it, new or old or otherwise
You breathe, you wake, you want and you lose
Poetic splatters can’t mask these feelings
Pleading images claim all empty fault
As crimson blood runs the gutters
Splashing on concrete cracks twisted about my neck
Laughing from a back seat around the next corner
And still that hummingbird lingers…pointing
Tiny wings move in a rapid dance
It’s red throat casting aspersions in my direction
As I reach for my own…and it is wet, and I am crying
I've roamed the halls of Poetry Soup for nearly nine years
and had lots of ups and downs, cried happy and sad tears
Some poets are super duper people that I call my 'friends'
There are some snoopers who have need to make amends
Soupers are a varied lot from different backgrounds in life
But never should there be reason for enmity, vitriol or strife
I've laughed at humorous scribblings of many bawdy limericks
Shook my head at rude comments that have caused conflicts
Those few are in the ranks of poets I call 'the party poopers'
And there are some who enjoy interfering ~ 'the bloopers'
They spread rumors that cause chaos in the soup kitchen
The site would be much better if they would stop b****in'
I cannot claim my innocence for I've battled a time or thrice
When bullies and trolls have said things that weren't very nice
I've been called a 'mean girl' but it's a name I take in stride
Bet money on it being said again and I'll say, "Let it Ride!"
I've written for other poetry sites, but I remain in the Soup
and if you question why I've returned, well, here's the scoop...
There are fantastic men and women here that I have met
who are sincerely kindhearted. I owe them gratitude as a debt
I prefer to ignore those who cast aspersions with a snicker
But like most kinfolk, there will be times when we bicker
As a community of artists, we are writers of poetic verse
with a common interest shared across the entire universe
We should strive to be united with the same goal in mind
'Respect each other as Poetry Soupers and remain aligned'
Positive comments are encouraging. Ladle them and you'll see
That supporting Super Soupers will keep the site hassle free
Sorry ,
My friend and confident of days old
Do not fret
Regret is wasted until the cost is met
I still hold you in high regard
I still remember you covered in your mothers make-up
And sitting on the naughty step
Until
Fame and success took hold of you
Before
Everybody grew through you
Not beside or along with you
You lifted while those around you stole
1 piece at a time a part of your soul
Hanging on to your coattails tooth and nail
Riding the gravy train for all it's worth
What on earth happened to you my friend
Fame and success has been unkind to you
And this is written not in pursuit of envy or jealousy
Rather than to remind you 1 day
When all is said and done
Down in the dumps out of luck
And your so called friends have abandoned you
You will realize I never gave up or left you
Cast aspersions or judged you
All I ever wanted was my best friend back
And to go back to having Sleep Over's
When we used to tell and share everything
I didn't loose a friend
I lost my sister
M isemployments historically abound,
I nterestingly enough, where no politicians are found.
S light of hand and twist of fact,
E nergies are wasted on the wrong tract.
M ost often there’s an underlying cause,
P reaching its’ worth won’t get any applause.
L essining the risk has no economic appeal,
O thers try repeatedly to obscure the deal.
Y ears go by with ever increasing investment,
M any troops are lost by political impressments.
E nter NOT some rhyme or reason,
N otwithstanding might be accusations of treason.
T here is one axiom to be used in order to win,
S urely we should remember, it’s harder to get OUT than IN!
For the acrostic challenge contest.
This in no way should cast any aspersions of our brave men and women in service.
God bless them all!
I AM A COACH OF A LITTLE LEAGUE TEAM,
THEY'RE YOUNG, AND THEY'RE SMALL AND THEY STILL HAVE A DREAM.
I AM THE COACH, NO NOT THE BEST IN THE LAND,
YES, I AM THE COACH; I'M NOT IN THE STAND.
I AM THE COACH OF ALL VICTORIES,
IF WE BARLEY SQUEAK BY OR WE WIN WITH EASE.
I AM ALSO THE COACH OF THE TIMES WE GET BEAT,
WHETHER IT'S THE 10-RUN RULE OR A 1-RUN DEFEAT.
I AM THE COACH; I HAD MY TIME TO PLAY,
I DON'T LIVE THROUGH MY CHILD FOR THIS IS HIS DAY.
I TREAT ALL YOUR CHILDREN AS IF THEY WERE ONE,
AND PLEASE REMEMBER THIS, THIS GAME IS FOR FUN.
I COACH THE SLOW, I COACH THE FAST,
I COACH THROUGH ARGUMENTS WHERE ASPERSIONS ARE CAST.
I COACH THE HEALTHY, AND THOSE IN PAIN,
I'M ON THE FIELD IN THE SUN, MOSQUITOES AND RAIN.
I AM THE COACH; I DO IT FOR FREE,
I KNOW THIS, WE WILL NOT ALWAYS AGREE.
YOU SEE THINGS YOUR WAY, AND I SEE THEM MINE,
IF THE KIDS PLAY FOR FUN, EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.
I COACH THROUGH GOOD TIMES, I COACH THROUGH BAD,
I COACH WHEN I'M HAPPY; I COACH WHEN I'M SAD.
IT'S LIKE A MARRIAGE, FOR BETTER OR WORSE,
I COACH WHEN LAST, I COACH WHEN FIRST.
I AM THE COACH, OF A GREAT BUNCH OF GUYS,
WHO CAN BEAT ANY TEAM, AND THAT'S NO SURPRISE.
BUT IT'S NOT ABOUT WINNING OR BEING NUMBER ONE,
THIS GAME IS FOR CHILDREN, THIS GAME IS FOR FUN.
I AM THE COACH OF YOUR CHILD AND MINE,
I DON'T GET TO SHOW UP JUST ANY OLE TIME.
I DON'T GET TO DROP OFF MY CHILD AT THE GATE,
I STAY FOR THE WHOLE PRACTICE AND FOR GAMES I'M NOT LATE.
I AM THE COACH; AGAIN IT'S FOR FREE,
I COACH ONE OF MY CHILDREN, BUT YES I HAVE THREE.
I DON'T PRACTICE A LOT AND MOST DON'T AGREE.
BUT I DO THIS FOR FUN; I GUESS THAT'S JUST ME.
'TIS POWER, TO THE PEN OF THOUGHTS TO WRITE
FOR WORDS OFT' TIME SPOKEN ARE ON A FLIGHT
TO A NOWHERE LAND AND THEN LOST IN THE MISTS OF TIME
BUT PENNED, NOW THOSE WORDS ARE IMMORTALIZED
IN THE MINDS OF THE PERUSERS TO BE SCRUTINIZED
COMMENCE THE WRITING THOUGHTLESS IN MIND TO FREE THE PAIN
TO CLEAN THE AIR TO RID THE GUILT
AND HIDE THE SHAME OF IGNORANCE NAME
AND MISUNDERSTANDING STACKED UP TO THE HILT
'TIS HUMAN BUT TO ERR AS BEFORE SO OFT' DECRIED IN SHAME
THIS FEAR AND FEAR ALONE THAT SETS THE DOUBT
FOR FEAR IS LACK OF FAITH AND HARD THE PATH TO MAKE
'TIS LIES AND DECEIT THAT ULTIMATELY MAIMS THE PATH
AND RUINS THE LIVES OF PEOPLES DEVOUT
IT'S PEOPLE WHO PEOPLE SICK AND IN DOUBT MAKE
WHETHER ONE WOULD CREDIT THE FACT OR NOT
TAKE FOR INSTANCE AND FOR ARGUEMENT'S SAKE
THE THREE THINGS THAT CAUSES AFFINITIE'S ROT
YOU, THEM AND THE OFFENDING SUBJECT
THEN ASPERSIONS CAST AND SLANDERING BEGIN TO MAKE
THE SUBJECT OF THE DEBATE LONG LOST IN REGRET
FOR RIGHT MUST BE THE PATH TO TAKE
'TIS BUT HUMILITY HEIGHTENED TO APOLOGISE
'TIS ONLY BUT HUMAN TO ERR, AND THAT FACT, TO RECOGNISE.
Limerick: Once a mincing Mrs. from Mississippi
Once a mincing Mrs. from Mississippi*
Went to a bank for a fiddle-d-dee
But her girdle got stuck
And the “SS” came unstuck
That’s why Missis ends as a double P..
*No aspersions cast on Mississippians here;
the term refers to the Paleozoic era in North America,
following the Devonian and preceding the Pennsylvanian,
of course.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2013
Ram followed “Indian Giver” as poet
By entering a poem in contest
Results declared by sponsor
He was not a winner
Took back his poem from the contest.
Sponsor wrote don’t mind withdrawal
I have used your poem after all.
Thanks for your entry
Help complete registry
Good luck to use it for other call.
*****
Dr.Ram Mehta
This is not personal write. It is purely fictional:
I was inspired reading on the term"Indian Giver"
and have tried to draw essence and humor from it.
There are two popular etymologies for this term for a person who gives a
gift only to later demand its return. The first is that it is based on an unfair
stereotype of Native Americans, that they don't keep their word.
In the other popular explanation, the term doesn't cast aspersions on
Native Americans, instead it echoes the broken promises the whites
made to the Indians. Neither is accurate.
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Seventh place win in
Contest: Indian Giver by P.D.
Glow
Surge of expectations are emerging out
Democracy you developed I believe that
Civilization to civilization might be differed culture
Opinions, creed, beliefs manner disciplines other hurdles
These days everywhere bugle of people
Ranting chanting dancing demo for the cracy wanting
Not caring the shoots of heated guns
Many died with the slush of wound they got
No fears merely aspersions to throw the septic stuck in throne
Democracy you established super again
Since the dawn of civilization ancestors fought sacrificing heart
Many were crushed with the tanks in dust
Ultimately you roared from the half of the earth
Discretion you bear all whistled from space
I see these days from the internet
Greets to scientists investors for that with great belief
You have been able to string up all in one
Liberty to express earn name and fame
Do this much further genuine for my earth
Construct road building health hazard removal plus
Secure job for fruit grain, see the nature has never stopped birth
Park sanitation election to rule develop belief all are yours full
Create love and priority as per basis all will cheers you essential glow
At least postpone poverty now welcome overwhelmingly justice
Prudence there is in behavior of faith
Distend glow of happiness for people’s sake
Let come democracy expected by denizen
They have birth right to demand for genuine
Prosperity is here nature has bountiful
Don’t mess thwarting it from up gullible
Leave trickery share freedom as one need all deserve so to come.
Ecological Colonization -
"the action by a plant or animal of establishing itself in an area."
Each spring the pine trees become quite distraught
considering it a mere childish ploy
that neighb'ring maple trees without much thought
must litter the ground with their silly toys.
The willful whirly birds with tensity
find life each fall equally distressing
since pine needles have a propensity
for clutter by untidy undressing.
The hybrid elms propose a postulate
attempting proof that those who are living
with a roommate's rude failure to placate
must learn the pensive art of forgiving.
The plan was to establish parity
between the two trees, the maple and pine,
by having each tree speak apology
putting request for pardon on the line.
Sadly the prose from the trees went south bound
when a pedantic oak cast its acorns
like aspersions upon their common ground
and the gum shed its sap on the hawthorns.
Monkeys stare through cages at the zoo
Picking teeth, scratching each other too
But who are we to cast aspersions
We each have our primate reversions
Reflecting us, monkeys see – monkeys do
* For Linda-Marie's Zany Zoo challenge