Best Blackball Poems
Rejected
Like a blackball
in the ballot box,
I lie silently
since dejected in love,
Not desirous of
breathing fresh air,
Neither wanting
any rock or roll,
Nor counting
on the kicking toll,
Unfortunate having
lost my love,
Passion denied
by destiny,
Dropped me
taking a dead fish,
Casted me away
As spoiled milk,
Send some scents
of the recent past,
That could neutralise
the sarcasm,
Else standing at middle
Of whirlpool,
drowning deep,
Rejection could be
A lethal tool,
Embrace the rejected back
To head and heart !
Written September 11th, 2014
For contest ' Rejection' by Regina Riddle
Awarded 4th place
They say my writings are weak and without meaning?
They say I will never be published, no not even overseas?
Nobody in the main stream wants to read about your Ghetto life...
Nobody in the main stream will ever buy your books...
The people that would read it, can’t even
afford to buy it... You’re just another blackballed poet!
(Reply)
I may be blackballed for life and nobody in
the main stream will ever read my books?
But, I’m a black writer and black life is what I write about...
I may never win the Pulitzer Prize? I don’t care!
I won’t compromise my writings just for a book sale...
Blackball me if you must; but I will still be a black poet... when all has been
said and done, I think you will all know this, a black poet is what I will still be even
in my death!
A soiled foul foil, this dirty 'blade'
A truthless slithering renegade
A ruthless spineless conniving man
No of him, I was never a fan.
I saw him through the many years
I turned the T V channels over
I said he is not as he appears.
No I was not taken; I was not had.
I saw through his false charms
I noted the bracelets on his arms
I detested his rose coloured spec's
No I knew. I saw, the trap he set.
I had visions of him seanceing
I saw he spoke with dark spirits
I knew him; as wholly unclean.
No others scoffed he is so good
I said see; his style itself it is a lie
He is dressed as if he is 25.
I pointed ‘its a ploy for the young’
‘No’ others said, ‘but its harmless fun'
I am so sad for his victims of crime
I am glad though they are known
I am hoping for better all the time.
Yes call him evil for it’s the truth
Yes he was such a twisted brute
Yes an abuser; yes he was a fiend.
But to give him a good name
Could it be done?
In the light of what we've seen?
Your answer is in a winsome word
Child nurturer even carer protector
Oh yes you have rightly so heard.
(Paedophile deciphered)
It means all those things.
I ask you is it more fitting to ascribe
This description to a goodly king?
Yet for a lowly slinking brute,
this gutter-scum of men,
to name him so it makes me puke.
He'd place the odd blackball
I'd say
To bar ‘unworthy' men, back in his
Day.
I bet he loved those black tie do's
A charity 'thing' in glistening shoes.
The cash the power the contacts
Grand
He was called a just and upright man.
Yet lucifer led 'sir jim' right then
He was within the grasp of his hand.
©Joe Maverick 17-2-2018
All those COVID-19 reports
Intend to blackball bedroom sports
Its all an hoax
So listen, folks*,
Consorts cavort at Trump Resorts!
*I do know "folk" is plural, but
Trump was raised on, "That's all folks!"
planned it out all along
to find my place among those doing nothing wrong
they wouldn't know it
but i have people believing we're bigger than we are
planned it all along
to come your way
and leave you holding the bag
probably will do it again
me myself and I standing alone
now you get the blame
of a simple logical equation
to find the perpetrator of such a twisted plot
whose come into your life
and dressed you up in everything but love
premeditated perfect plan
simple as 1 2 3
walk away looking innocent
so why are my dirty hands the only ones clean
to blackmail you with the fear of being caught doing the wrong thing
simple solution to such soo called chaos
logic dear watson
we knew this day would come
the day we'd have to sing a familiar dance and song
so why among all of you singing along
do you not know the dance routine
of those coming your way to do you wrong
the world doesnt like to admit to its mistakes
but familiar patterns of unhealthy routines
life is pretty simple when you follow your heart
we all know that dance
we all know that song
so why are the misinformed of the act of how to spot
the ones you wouldnt let in
I'm smaller than you realise
and with emotional baggage to hang on you
why do you look so guilty
when i know the truth
simple logical equation
so lets start back at act 1 scene 1
the curtain closes when we have to change the routine
because a few people truly dont belong
executing a plan to blackmail you
and walk away leaving you to pay the consequences
i may not be intelligence
but honestly
its a simple logical equation
anyone can solve
to find out whose the one
follow your heart
the day hate makes more sense your defeated
breaking down what happened in my living room
how i was held hostage
and in the end the cop blamed and beat me
put that into perspective
and see that there must be a simple solution
the world just isn't organised enough to pull this off
someone would have said something
someone would have taken a stand
but if not
its pretty obvious
from this distance
so here i go folding with the winning hand
lightning doesnt strike the same place twice
but ohnestly hiding behind your intelligence
and freedom of speach to blackball me
i did it to myself
i just dont know why so many of you wouldnt do the right thing