Best Confrontation Poems
Fake smiles
Drifting from homes to streets to share your strength with the weak
Walking in shoes that aren't yours to claim you walked the extra mile
Only to remind yourself that you aren't just as meek
Sunset, darkness, lonliness
Look at how you leak yourself to sleep
No one to show you your kind of friendliness
Is it only now that you realise that happiness is less shallow than deep?
Yeah I see you
Pursuing the "best" of yourself without looking in the mirror
Perhaps because you know that all you really are is just a boo
Only, you keep convincing the world you're an important puzzle to complete the picture
BILINGUAL CONFRONTATION
She entrée-ed into the room and it was all so déjà vue
Because her Quebecois wiggle was timed to match the tango
But she’d met her match with the senorita from Peru
Madre de dios - que Madonna! With eyes afire from the fandango.
They locked horns just after the siesta de toros
When les beaux gars were just relaxing from the dance
And they hair-pulled and cheek-scatched around the floor-os
To see who would command the beaux gars’ romance
Brigitte had a scalp-hold on Conchita and held it grimly
And the Peruvian princess had her claws full of French cheek.
Oh, for the gentlemen they always behaved so primly,
But in a fight their rough grasps could lock for a week
In an instant Brigitte snapped the beads of the princess
And there was Peruvian horror at the loss of the necklace
So the latina grabbed the earring of the Montrealaise
And it was snapping and grabbing in manner reckless
At last the toros woke up and the lutte des chattes ended
The Spanish senorita with arms around a toro
And the Quebecoise demoiselle with her lips locked
On a beau gars for today and maybe tomorrow
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Note: These Spanish/French expressions are untranslatable, but
their equivalent meaning is given as follows: -
Madre de dios - que Madonna! = Holy mackerel - what a looker!
siesta de toros = snooze time for the drunken guys
les beaux gars = cool dudes
toros = guys ( hitherto drunk and asleep )
lutte des chattes = cat fight
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Entered in Debbie Guzzi ‘s Contest Bi-Lingual Poetry
My friends all dead, Poseidon's gaze falls last
Upon me, broken, clinging to a raft,
He low’rs his fist, and shatters present, past
And future… now a yards-long broken shaft
Is all I have to save me from the sea,
I choke and spit, and swim for shore -- ‘tis near --
Then find the Cyclops swimming after me…
Though blind, he had pursued me; rage and fear
Had made him stupid, and the splintered beam
I grip, I thrust into his open maw
“Poseidon! Next, he dies, or you redeem
Me from the sea, and from dark Hades’ craw!*”
Then falls a sudden calm… Cyclops is gone
I swim to shore – ‘tis Ithaka, at dawn!
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*In the Greek legend, Polyphemus, the Cyclops, was said to be the Son of Poseidon
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2/12/2019
Submitted for: Movie Magic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Movie: 'The Odyssey', Character: Odysseus
Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation
We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination
You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 1ST
Part II - Iambic Tetrameter aabb rhyme
Part II
Concealed in dreams, revealed at dawn,
The dark brings demon things thought strong.
No morbid mood can now contain
Feigned pride residing there in pain.
The dreadful dark of dreams means fear,
As shades and shadows now appear,
In early morning forming light,
Selecting scenes and stealing sight.
No pill can fill the empty will
Consuming and seducing still
All brevity and clarity
Of ones own personality.
To realize reality
Is nothing more than what you see
Inside the prism of your mind,
Confirms the evil there to find.
Each day may start and part in fear
(relief is just belief made clear)
When life's confounded all around
Your ears will hear and fear all sound
From days when all you thought was true
Depended on a vision view
That took the book of facts and claims
And mastered making names and games.
The fear that clears your dreary dreams,
Will float around your moat of schemes
And leave you neat but not alone
As fear is near its final home.
Now so confused, bemused and used
These needy dreams leave you abused.
What light or might or higher sight
Do dark dreams seem to glean each night?
Now lost inside you cannot hide
Forsaking all your waking pride;
What curst incursion must be made
To take and make you not afraid.
Fear will hover over sorrow,
Reaching, leaching living marrow
Deep within the bin of bone,
This fear will reach but not atone.
A murderer was asked
by a father,
"When you killed my boy,
did you send him
to heaven or hell?"
And the murderer replied,
"While he lived,
did you send him
to heaven or to hell?"
CONFRONTATION
In the dark recesses of my mind
A dream I had of a profound kind
A monster was deep within
That brought my blood through my skin
A claw
I saw
Through my heart it ripped
And there my soul it stripped
It told me of my guilt and shame
Of the woman it did not name
I went back to my mind
And what did I find?
The monster was me
I saw that so clearly
And through the dark
I saw the spark
A rude awakening it was
And I had to pause
Who was that woman?
Seemed so serene and solemn
Her wings spread so sensually
Sunlight reflected so brilliantly
Sparkling, glistening, shining
She soared
Who are you?
Like a bullet by me she flew
Looked back at me she winked
She was gone after I blinked
Part I -
Iambic Pentameter
abab rhyme scheme
O dark demented dreams I plea thee gone;
To leave this tortured mind at last alone.
No more the sick sadistic bleeds at dawn
Where tears have bared the marrow of my bone.
Your cursed cause I never will explain,
It belches up from deep below the earth
Where foul diminished demons proffer pain
And came to be carnality at birth.
Possess me not with weak and fetid force
Eccentric in its noxious, fading fate
For you must change direction--carve new course
And quickly flee from me through Satan's gate.
What sin has brought thy powers to my door?
My eyes can see but see no certainty,
But smell your Master's hell inside His whore;
A stench that rents the truth from sanity.
I will not bend or break to your desires,
You have no hold upon my life or soul,
I will begin and consummate the fires
That leaves you only ash but leaves me whole.
With alabaster angels from above,
So take your final leave or lose all hope
While smited by the Lord's eternal love.
I banish all your beastly, bastard ways
From now on through a cold eternity.
The evil done has seen its evil days
But now you'll see a new reality.
Part II -
Iambic Tetrameter
aabb Rhyme scheme.
Is it pulling too much?
Telling you such a lie
Rose petals no stem
Burning within your eyes
Cousin no kin
Parasite blemish
Demise
Is the telescope focus
Television choking
Tunes in disguise
Is it lyrical?
Down right a miracle
Taking pills
Down throat soaking goodbyes
Is it ridicule?
Betraying backstabbing
Captivating surprise
Is it digital
Film making pitiful
Under rated
Under aged untied critical
Is it instrumental?
Taken down Cynical
Pinned Play boy
Pool side
Mental minimized
Is it fictional?
Down right scriptural
Water walking Miracle
Revised
Is it love?
Is it hate?
A shoe with no lace
Backed up tongue
With no face
Dripping out of place
World wind mistake
Criticize
Zero is nothing
And so we came here with nothing
And we'll leave here with nothing too
Life is a confrontation
We live to build up wealth from zero
From nothing to something
A trillion has a number combines with 12 zero
We leave without all the wealth
That it returns to zero
From zero goes back to zero
Maybe this is God's formula
To create man's belongings
And so don't turn to evils to attain your wealth
It shouldn't be God's will
hungry lions watch
elephants with calves pass by ~
bulls charge at the pride
Written 19th March 2021
Part IV
Iambic Tetrameter
aabb rhyme scheme
Angel Mine
O dark demonic angel mine
Come hither in your own sweet time
But as you leave the Master's lair
Remind Him I will soon be there.
For all my sins and all my deeds,
Born out of Satan's evil needs,
Reward this servant graciously
For I have served you faithfully.
Great Lucifer I call on you:
In gold and silver wrap me too
And take me to your kingly throne
That sits upon the altar stone.
I am now lost without one thing
Of life and what this earth did bring;
Transport me now beyond the pale:
Come soon dark angel. Please don't fail!
Redemption has been lost to me,
My soul will burn eternally.
Come take me to the gathering
For soon will come my quickening.
I shall become an angel then
Residing in the devil's den
Which holds the dark antiquities
That symbolize iniquities.
I ddddddd don’t like….con….fronnnnnntations
This is how I feel about them too
But it is funny to see myself on film
Biggest wimp ever
Which shocked and horrified Marty
That is his dad after all!
It is not attractive.
I see that for myself now, yet I still
I ddddddd don’t like….con….fronnnnnntations
You think he’d be more grateful.
Neither rich nor poor he’s
never wanted for anything.
He's always had what he needs
but never had any gratitude
until the day his car broke down
in a poor neighborhood and he
got out of his car to wave the
tow truck down and gasped
at the poverty around him.
He’ll catch hell about this
the next time I shave.
Donal Mahoney
Did you cry for me
when none but the crows
was both black and free
in them cotton rows?
When you saw me hung
did you cry for me
as my body swung
'neath the lynchin tree?
Such prosperity
must taste mighty sweet
Did you cry for me
when I didn't eat?
Heard you gone some years,
died in poverty
and I cried no tears...
did you cry for me?