Best Bastardly Poems
She awakes each day to it.
She ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
She bathed in it.
She let it wrap it's postulating arms around her.
She made love to it.
She lovingly cursed it, and then realized it's tangible effects on her.
She'll forever remember the start of it.
It was at the beginning of her bastardly life, but then it disappeared for a short period of time when she was under the nurturing care of her grandmother.
It reappeared with her mother and was a constant companion down the languishing road of poverty, devastation, rape, and abuse.
It came with benefits; a craving for perfection, control, and paranoia.
There was those who tried to take it from her, offering her love and encouragement, but she love only it.
Even a fleeting moment without it, she felt broken .
There was those who tried to name it and handle it, but she knew their falseness and clung tighter to it.
She knew that it dined on her conscious and subconscious, yet she revel with the delight of it.
She was lost inside, it was a hearty choke, but she just didn't care.
Written 12-11-06 copyrighted 2006
Categories:
bastardly, depression,
Form:
Light Verse
Geinere's frailty
was that of an abandoned
child, lost in the world.
Her hurt was so that
of anguish and desperation,
her heart burdened by
his hateful words.
His domineerance, his
drunken righteousness,
protruding as a writ
man. A careful prodigy
was he, as his stupor
conceited to arousal
and a display of power.
"Geinere, calm thee now.
Closer, though not
as baffled, as I, for
you are in dear service,
fulfilling thee! Serve
your King graciously."
"My lord, pray thee no. . . ."
"Our bitter wench felt,
be this night, hence everafter,
I make thee worthy, art
the entail."
Tears erupted from poor Geinere.
Her soul departing as the
King's demands advanced.
Her innocence and essence
robbed of her, cheated now always,
a sullen amort. Her woes,
her unheard cries, her
tender virginity taken
from her, now left mad,
sadness and melancholy,
would be her muse.
Pain,
agonizing sorrow,
though unrightly welcomed.
For upon this eve of
tyranny and degradation
a seed of humility was
planted with no roots
of nurturance. The
passion shed would remain
a scar upon the royalties
of a forgotten King
and instill a harlotry
of peasant virtue upon
the dear maiden
and this dire kingdom.
As Geinere unwillingly
embraced the bastardly
disobedience of the
King and his dark
vespers of misery, her
turmoil greatened,
her flower taken,
her essence floundered.
The act maliciously foresaken.
"Oh angels, plentiful,"
chimed the King,
his behemoth of
propriety and lust
now ripe with vigor.
"In thy hopes of your goodwill,
overpowered, as vassal
actress, a call for
repeal."
"Begone Geinere!
Out of my chamber,
accusations found,
for I am certain, upon
your unwanted fulfillment
of matrimony. A
gift of guilt for you
hereafter!"
The night faded
as a moon blush tainted,
fell from the heavens.
Categories:
bastardly, forgiveness, inspirational, life, love,
Form:
Epic
Does a banished beacon beckon?
But of course all beacons beckon
But only briefly if not brightly
Though never as boldly as the baritone
Before balancing bagpipes blowing ballads
But it’s got backbone and backfires
Unlike the babbling bellow of a baboon
Baffling unbelievably because it’s so beautiful
Below bitter backlash in its blackened background
It behooves that a backtalking boyband backstage
Betwixt a balmy bamboozled ballet bandstand
Would betray benign bountiful bequests
Between a bashful baroness’ baptism by barnacle
And a bastardly barrage of barroom banter
But yes all in all the banished beacon does beckon
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on July 1, 2019 for CONTEST NO 620 WITH ALLITERATION STYLE THEREIN sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
Originally posted on April 27, 2019
Categories:
bastardly, fantasy, humorous, nonsense, sound,
Form:
Alliteration
I BELIEVE EVERY WORD WE WROTE WILL FILL EVERY SPACE IN THEIR THOUGHTS
IT TOOK A LOT OF COURAGE TO MAKE OUR PENS BLEED
LIFE IN HIS OWN RIGHT HAS BEEN CRUEL TO US LIKE MOTHERS WHO WILL VIOLENTLY
DENY THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS THE MILK IN THEIR BREASTS
OUR TEARS WERE ENDLESS
OUR FAITHS BECAME HOPELESS
OUR FATHERS WOULDN'T BLESS US WITH THEIR LAST NAMES BECAUSE THEY SAID WE
ACTED BASTARDLY
EVEN IN TORN CLOTHES, THERE WERE NO MERCIES FOR OUR POOR SOULS
WE JOIN HANDS STEADILY IN PRAYERS BECAUSE THAT WAS ONLY WAY TO FIGHT WHAT
WAS UNSEEN
ALONG THE WAY WE LOST BROTHERS AND SISTERS WHO SCARIFIED THEIR BREATH TO
MAKE US WIDEN THE BREADTH BETWEEN FAILURE AND SUCCESS
THEY WEREN'T OUR BLOOD TIES BUT THEY WERE MORE THAN THE HYPOCRITES WE HAD
THEIR LEGACIES FOREVER LIVES IN OUR HEARTS, SO TODAY WE BOW TO THE FALLEN
SOULS
TODAY WE PROVE ALL SKEPTICS WRONG WITH OUR EGOS BECAUSE WE LIVING LIKE
HEROES WHO WERE NEVER CAST DOWN IN GROUND ZERO
MORE EMPHATICALLY WE ARE THE FACT THEY ARE HOLDING ON TO BECAUSE THEIR
THOUGHTS ARE SINKING THEM
Categories:
bastardly, faith,
Form:
(Muzzle Birth of a Nation)
In the Big Bang beginning,
there was an American Revolution
for freedom ... musket in deed
1776 did the Constitution birth certificate read
But, there was also
an umbilical fetter prequel
to this universal liberation story
1619 did the colony charter abortion bleed
Pregnant with hope,
the barrel chest,
maternity cotton-dressed Lady
prematurely
delivered her ridiculed babies
Over 150 years of bastardly greed ...
many moons of half-breed, coin illegitimacy
(Those chained children
came out of the dark exit womb
crying silently)
For this, in deed,
was the muzzle birth of a nation
Musket tears mute born of captivity grief
What a painful entrance into New World life,
such a groveling delivery!
The fetter cord children,
who came out of the exit womb,
were auction adopted
in the free-market place (post-partum quickly)
The foster parents were so trigger happy
to receive their musket tear babies
As the fake-Independence birth celebration
saw the Roman candle fireworks
of the Star Spangled cannon guns blazing
This tragic exit womb,
of an irony caged turtledove,
had heavy metal complications
The pellet price of uncut cord freedom
is ere paid in a bleak future dearly
Past sins twas resumed,
in unsevered remembrance of
the muzzle birth of a nation
Oft how the forefathers’ clan clarion
denounce their bastard kin yearly
Categories:
bastardly, slavery, time, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
My heart sinks, my mind freezes
I seek a halted breath
A tear struggles not to be shed
As a coldness shivers within my soul.
Death!! Bastardly and cowardly
Has seized me from a distance
Yet scorched me with its flame
Incinerating my fading beliefs.
I have not succumbed to the numbness
Nor given in to the fury
I will still cherish all life
And mourn the sadness of our time.
John G. Lawless
©5/25/2022
Categories:
bastardly, america, pain, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Bleakish heart of pains,
Unwrapped from mortal's feeling of care
Bastardly coined to suit immerse hurt.
Invincible, yet darker than black darkness.
A visitor sweeping through pleasure-less passion.
Cloudy piles of undemonstrative depth.
Unwelcomed, yet rash to adsorb poor minds of men.
I'm sunk in, swallowed of my fainting breath.
Such fear to be stripped in bonds unpalatable to life.
Protuberant six month's count I spill in tears.
Shadows of turbid reflection stealing every consciousness.
As I lie in a mood-less portion destitute in spirit and soul.
Obscurity shadows my psyche to chain all prospect of felicity.
I seek hope, I'm mounting thoughts of mischief to shadow rather in care.
Categories:
bastardly, absence, dark, deep, depression,
Form:
Carpe Diem
American fawning pawn
wearing a king crown
How far down will you bow
to the Kremlin ground?
Peppermint kisses of appeasement
suit your licorice lips well
Shameless nude tongue abasement ...
snuggle close
to the Siberian imperial Impale
cloaked veil
Democracy pierced to the heart,
sold as a whore
for a few rubles more
Czar tissue formed on the orifice of freedom violation
Lady Liberty given over to suffer
vile degradation
by a leader butt bent and subservient
National security compromised —
prostituted for a marquee name display
Such servile, covetous billing ...
what price will Democracy pay
for the Gulag trick lay?
Adopted Cossack son,
holding the cipher keys to the kingdom,
stay bastardly submissive loyal
to your KGB domineering spy master
Getting a perverse thrill
when you hear the citizen cries
from the repeated dictatorial violations
Constitution issue gets no pardon —
Ruble khan decree:
execute the Little Caesar executive decision
Once the new czar tissue hardens,
how fast will the tyranny disease spread
from the lip dysentery infection transmission?
Categories:
bastardly, allusion, metaphor, political, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Sometimes he may operate in ways that seem aloof. Life's goodness does not reside in him. His specialty is death.
Inside or out, below or beneath, there is no beauty to be seen. He is ruthless, irreconcilable, and locked into the deepest of sin.
Often moving in obscurity, and he disdains the light. He has many tricks and might attempt to hypnotize.
Give him no voice, no door, no room, no space; not even an inch. He chops and splits mortals like fire wood prepared for burning.
Any application of his is veneer at best; never the best. He's hopelessly evil, like an impenetrable or opaque wall.
He is clever, cowardly, bastardly, and a bully of the worst kind. He has a fatal wound; he's ferrocious and running out of time.
Any form of his suture is unbinding, shallow, loose, and bound to fail. From God he cannot hide, but he's a masquerade of disquise and subtlety.
He may preference shadows of ebony, but often transforms himself. The crimson flames of eternal hell was made for him and his subjects.
06012017PS; Contest, Something Deep And Dark, Laura Loo, NA
Categories:
bastardly, bible, christian, dark, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Christmas comes but once a
year,
but the nightmare
lasts forever...
and so slithers out, the bestial
tongue
of life lived in wave-like
violence,
the wretched bickering and
pecking
of hens confined to
chickenwire-
driven mad by the alien
landscape,
the bastardly neighbour,
and steel machinery in a
foreign country,
building a foreign son,
pinned in maximum overdrive
of self
-destructive madness chaos-
formed,
still enduring, silent
still uknown, and
doubting
hopeful, that crying is the way
to let it out:
and black tears line
black poems
contained in THE NIGHTMARE.
But in a DREAM, somewhere
as close as next door- is a
family
sitting down at the table, warm
and united in the spirit of
Christmas,
and the tree is decorated, and
dinner
is served, and friends deck the
halls
with flowering boughs of
laughter
and the only gift that's needed:
is love and understanding,
and the semblance
of a family.
Categories:
bastardly, family,
Form:
Free verse
Most dastardly
Executive Majesty,
we serve at your pique pleasure
obsequiously so
Yea, Darth Lord,
we be the surreptitious, servile ones:
Leper skin publicans, publicly hiss reviled
Tonsil rear ends torqued low
is our mealy-mouth status quo
We’re liquored up lap dogs
Always lip bent overly yours
Tongue rolls of surfeit flattery,
buttery tones of praise gluttony piled on
Nay, Imperial Vader,
we echo only your strident, bellyaching growls
from our sphincter pie holes
Boast bastardly
King El Presidente,
and we cower at your cheek displeasure
ingratiatingly so
Our speech undignified,
flesh market wench pride
was thirty silver pieces sold
minus six-feet degrees below
Aye, Commander-in-Chief Bellow Nero ...
Imp patient Sanballast ground zero,
your every atomic jinn wish gets grovel granted
We bow mice-men be the fawn minion pagan pawn devotees,
submissively submitting to such spittle humiliation willingly
Ever always lip bent overly yours
Categories:
bastardly, parody, perspective, satire, word
Form:
Burlesque
lost in your own mind
an damn near went blind
searching for your own kind
but that you will never find
for there are none like you
you are a type that is new
your very own breed
a creation of my seed
and the foundation for my creed
against humanity
my own form of calamity
they say you were born bastardly
i say you drastically
change this world
for you are my creation
a revelation
to bring devastation
to this civilization
they call capitalism
that i call self imposed prison
so make a decision
and forget your religion
for it cant save
the brave
i rave
on your grave
and this wave
is my slave
to shave
from society
and reverse your sobriety
i change your priority
and you chose conformity
to blend with the masses
while i take passes
at your social classes
you hide behind fake glasses
you even change your race
hoping i wouldnt recognize your face
but thats not the case
for i flow at my own pace
in this race
and when im done i will leave a bad taste
in your mouth
then send you down south
you know what i mean?
good. so dont scream
while you dream
no matter how real it may seem
its just me and my team
behind the scene
changing your thought process
and dragging you into the darkness
while giving you hope to caress
i cope with stress
by being dope and the best
Categories:
bastardly, urban, change,
Form:
Blank verse
up up up up
the escalator of fortune & fame
up up up up
the bounsy frogman rises
up up up up
selling out his own kind for wealth
up up up up
now posh & proud in his green villa
up up up up
known as a bachelor in his thirties
up up up up
velvety robe on his slimy body
up up up up
pond whisky on the rocks in his glass
up up up up
expensive cigars and marble bathtubs
up up up up
forced to pay his secret tadpoles
up up up up
they call him crook and even a snake
up up up up
he lives his reckless life anyway
up up up up
he doesn’t care about the others
up up up up
thinking he’s still loved and popular
up up up up
but unfortunately for him
up up up up
the justice, the French are coming
up up up up
rises the frogman in a boiling pot
down down down down
the throats of ravenous gourmets
up up up in the heaven
that’s where that bastard certainly isn’t
Categories:
bastardly, irony,
Form:
Free verse
Rancorous bile spits from the screen like a dragon’s bad breath
Venom and distasteful acrimony captures an innocent monitor
An irritating display of malicious vitriol exposes malevolence
Vindictive malevolence achieves to exhibit a self-righteous tongue
My middle finger hovers over the respond key
Why on earth would anyone part with such hurtful conviction
Forfeit composure and respect for a well-mannered discussion
What is wrong with remaining critical but courteous with words
Instead of venting frustration with-polished and decorous tact
The hand approaches delete but the mind refuses
Does such bastardly wrath deserve the privilege of an answer
Is the spiteful composer of evil intentions worthy of a reply
Can rightful reproach warrant retribution in poignant return
What is the point of engaging with a chalice of angry lines
Thank you for unrestrained honesty
Cantankerous behaviour calls for consequences no doubt at all
But my world is too precious for gracing you with disagreement
As I reflect on why I should be the target of unmitigated rage
I refuse to incorporate exasperation and resentful indignation
Block sender and remove contamination
08th February 2020
Categories:
bastardly, anger,
Form:
Free verse
Arbitrarily Betrothed
Aloft and betrothed, I flutter through some olden transgression. Lo! The attunement to the wise! Sickular gold shan’t be care’d for ailment any longer!
O’! How the gold glitters neath ‘eir brow. Silver Green ornaments lining ‘eir ‘air! For, I tell all ye bastardly craven - ‘twould be better to take ‘eir life than ‘eir ring!
The wisdom of it all, through the telescope I so greatly praise. The Sun! Oh, The Sun! How yer rays profit I! How your light brings love to coin I give to my beloved! Warmth: The reminder of what it is I seek!
The empire seeks now my sword and wit. My strength and coin. My temptation and desire to fell yer horrid enemies! For, if twere not an I in the room; eyes would merely wander with no sight for truth in cost of steel.
‘Tis a most noble thing: love. Seldom there be no sight nor sound to make acquaintance with I. Only tangible, is what exists!
Alas! I see now my betrothed! Oh, my lofty and loving betrothed with ‘eir dress of silken beauty! With rings of golden grace! Pearls of divine light! Face of countenance, most definitely, I am sure of it! But~Alas! The sword I bought now pierces my heart through ‘eir hand of most renowned… flesh. Ah! But ‘eir shoes of gem!-How deeply I shall grieve up in heaven!
Alone, I face, in death. All my wit Gone-Gone-Gone! Taken by my dearly betrotheds unfettered love for I…
The infinite holding of prison that is my love… Shall ye mortals only repay through my fountain. My name: —, shall live on for centuries and centuries… An odd summers’ day shall bring a revolution towards how they approach my true love. Pah! All shall one day be in grip of bombs which grow brighter than the sun! Desire which enlightens their profanity! But hurrah! Greater than all: obfuscation of the sickly “truth” dispersed by poets. How sick they are in metaphysical fantasy! So devoid of my gracious aptitude for opulence.
Categories:
bastardly, sunshine,
Form:
Free verse