Best Contaminating Poems
The sting of shattered trust
fills his veins with toxic spite,
contaminating his heart.
He finds solace in a bottle,
quenching his resentment,
slurring forth caustic fumes;
nauseating his liver.
Until he spits her treachery up
with a sickening heave,
in the shallow, murky gutter
of a jaded man's reprieve.
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We are all essentially African. That's where humanity first took birth.
Some then left Africa to populate every land mass on planet earth.
Those of us who remained in equatorial Africa kept our very dark protective skin.
It served as a natural sun block,
preventing harmful ultra violet rays from contaminating our bodies from within.
As we migrated closer to the poles we began to slowly depigmentize.
It was an evolutionary trade off, one might call evolutionarily wise.
The rays of the sun when closer to the poles
are not as harsh as in sub tropical Africa and the pole's climate is cold.
Where as in Africa we walked naked with our protective dark skin,
The poles were colder. We wore clothing over our slowly depigmentizing skin.
Depigmentizing all the quicker because of very little exposure to the sun at all.
Because we differ in skin color doesn't mean anything good or bad at all.
We were and still are all the same human specie, unlike our cousins, the extinct Neanderthal.
We are all *****sapiens. We are all the one and only Human Race.
In a nutshell, that says it all.
To All Hate Groups Out There and hate individuals too.
Be forewarned. Be aware. Your over due extinction is about to come true.
I speak for all with knowledge who have truly evolved too,
"We All Welcome The Extinction Of All The Ignorance Created By All Of You."
You should all welcome it too, so that all of you can truly, for the common good,
intellectually evolve too.
FROM COLUMBINE TO COLORADO
So he gazes at his arsenal with stars in his eyes
as his neighbors see not through his disguise
he lives and breaths all alone
and he has a collection of bloody clothes and bullet ridden bone
he thinks, he ponders and wonders what havoc he can create next
as he can recite Satan's words by chapter and verse
every day his delusions and illusions become worse
as I wonder about this man's psyche and curse
his targets are little children, the elderly and infirm
and this man is literally a human germ
contaminating this earth with bullets and a gun
and he's not happy until his sick agenda is done
so he gazes at his pistols, his rifles and all
waiting for his illness' voice to call
until he's killed and wounded the maniac is not satisfied
and that's why this morning for his victims I cried
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Them that never cease to claim
Everything that’s ours is theirs.
They take our lands,
They spill our blood;
Our children are consumed by lust.
The future, but a toxic mix:
Ancestors lived and died for this?
This legacy, blighting as a spell;
Contaminating, burns a living-hell.
Who is man and who is beast
When one pretends to love but hates?
Copyright 23.10.14
(Written for Black History Month Oct in UK
The killing continues in plain sight and in various guises)
Beneath Unknown Shores
Waves envelop the steel keel of a massive cruise liner
Off rails eyes hypnotized sense serenity on indigo bay
Cloudless sky beckons the sun for an endless summer
Islands perch on the horizon shaped like sculpted clay
Frenzied bodies traverse sundecks flaunting exaltation
To lips server hand exotic nectar full of alluring cheers
Above ivory keys dancing fingers exude determination
First time cruise explorers conquer psychological fears
Beneath unknown shores life meander above the sand
Seahorses cling to reeds evading rapid surging current
Green turtle Sargasso seagrass cuddle like contraband
Octopus amidst coral scampers survival reflex inherent
Apathy drown hushed grieving voices in troubled water
That breathtaking beauty of glowing vistas veils reality
Spirit of innocent whales menacing harpoons slaughter
Toxic plastic float and drifts contaminating flawless sea
Isolated world in need of crucial humanitarian concerns
Engaging altruistic minds in laborious ecological battles
Guardian of the flame strongly affirm the blind discerns
Fate digress evoking hearts to address ethical struggles
09/10/2018
Aboard cruise liner: Vision of the Seas
Ibiza, Spain
Ode to the Cigarette
My air is contaminated by the cigarette smoke that I smoke...walking in the clouds makes me choke...though I enjoy it no joke..no money in my pockets
'cause the habit leaves me broke...calming my nerves destroying my lunges...the excellent taste...the life shortening plunge...it is wrong...
death from of it is painful and long...getting weaker...still so strong...
though I throw myself into this painful drug...my shoulders I shrug...as I drag and tug...pull and puff my air contaminating cigarette smoke that I smoke...
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
The paradox of this enigma
I am an enigma...
I am a paradox...
What am I?
Here's a clue...
I am used to put out fires...
but I burn too...
you can't see me but I exist...
you can't touch me but I'm real...
I am liquid, but I'm a gas too..
I am a river but you can't swim in me
I am H2O but...
you can't brush your teeth with me
what am I?
I am...
not a naturally occurring substance
I am... an anomaly
I am a man made
paradox that should
not exist but I do
I am...
water contaminated
with methane gas.
Methane gas sometimes
is released into the groundwater
contaminating it.
Now gas companies and
their conglomerates will tell you
that it is not true that
fracking the earth is
not causing the problem
and what is new?
polluters not taking responsibility
for their actions!
I know!
amazing right!
Meanwhile homeowners
cannot drink their
tap water and rivers are dying
all over the world.
All in the name of independence
to be self sufficient
in regards to fossil fuels.
Just one more evident
demonstration of how
poorly humans
are managing this planet.
Soon, very soon,
they will have to pay
not with money
but with their lives.
This is not a threat
just speaking truth.
See Revelation 11:18
where God says he
"will bring to ruin those ruining the earth"
what a glorious day that will be!
John Derek Hamilton
April 25,2016
My life is a Rollercoaster
My life is a rollercoaster
filled with emotional highways, fast ups, faster downs,
crashing myself into euphoria smiling, waving
at every person i see wondering why they dont wave back,
or smile, when they see me
not always the other way around.
So i go down, and crash for an instant
as my heart hurts of failed attempts
to try and communicate with the mindless.
Seconds later,
I smash into the sky the happiest ive ever felt
induced from a single thought
in a milisecond
a surge of energy electrifys my mind, tickles my bones
and shocks my senses leaving me enchanted,
exuberant and pure, grateful and delighted.
Thoughts of appreciation, for things i have,
for who i am as a person, and who
i have in my life,
flood my brain with chemicals of euphoric taste
and i feel like a million bucks without a suitcase,
loose and free.
With a million thoughts and feelings which will i choose?
Where do emotions come from, where are they born?
Are the sparked from thought?
Are they molded by sight?
Are they crafted by the mind?
I feel them.
I create them.
I forge them with tools.
Emotional blacksmith by the fire, learning
to synthesize desirable feelings only.
Positive re-inforcement of the mind
seems to be the key but copied, as feelings
of hostility and disgust sneak into my mind
bringing hatred and jealousy through the back door
contaminating my character.
Smoke stacks of media pollution burn inside my head
so i find myself more often these days
locked in my room with lit candles
in deep meditation within each deeper breath
the vandal disappears and i am left
with myself and nobody else,floating
becoming one with the universe, at
the same time i become one with myself.
The rollercoaster stops,
and so does time.
It doesnt start agin till i open my eyes.
So i keep them shut.
Communicating with the universe, thinking
of a single thought detoxifying my mind
pouring light onto my brain in buckets bright,
pure,
filled to the top,
i think of sharing this ride with with her,
for the ride is not important,
its who rides with you.
Andrew West
2009
I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Blink... Blink...
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!
By: Soul's Floetry
perhaps i should have looked away
my mind takes me back to the general store
of black liquorish sticks red cobble stone walk ways
the reading of immortal poems as william mason
sounds off hot off the press the negroe spirit soar
something that only vachel lindsay could ever explore
while the birth of confusion balances over land and sea
perhaps i should have looked away as your scaly form
crawled over my flesh the flame flickered
the lantern fell your gloating pout captured me
in your haste in your lure daintily aimously mine eyes
leadeth me through hidden trenches a cold damp stynch
of blood soaked wood weeping moss throughout
the musty bayous perhaps i should have looked away
while white sheets were being draped startling
my trembling wide knees stifled my embrace
as i clung to my father's fist lincolns hat tumbles
kennedy's heart rumbles
while my pappy's blood smeared over france
staining britains arches flowing throughout
the niles of jordan pouring into pakistani borders
perhaps i should have looked away
while staring into my blind grandmother's
faithful gaze as her hands clapped the sound
of many men while hatred spread a contagious
outbreak silencing syria corrupting mankind
perhaps i should have looked away my mind captured
followed by this ageless odorless soundless calm
liquifying malice greed and shame into a vile mist of envy
seeping through the pore's of green pastures contaminating
golden corn green giants purdue farms honey suckled plums
red delicious apples into rotten tomatoes tye dying tainted cotton
fields of hanging levi's perhaps i should have looked away then
when none not even one of us could see hear fear evil nor end
a random act of violence
testifying to my fear
a despairing silence
screaming in my ear
evidence of frailty
with malicious intent
given by vile destiny
as the sordid story went
disease lingers in the air
contaminating all beliefs
stealing more than its share
breeding detestable griefs
an argumentative disaster
hides just around the bend
each calamity comes a bit faster
there's never any end
life itself is a question
the answer ever elusive
the cause of all contention
nothing is ever conclusive
we all struggle to survive
and make the best of things
too few of us ever thrive
but we all hear when the bell rings
THE CRYING WILD CREATURES.
Nzongi Mwero.
Oh, we recall the bygone times,
The days of the golden past,
That chirping with our merry mates,
Flying around the parks,
Gone the joys of the nests,
That freedom restrained,
Coming at our will in parks,
But hindered and chained in the parks.
Oh, we feel painted at our hearts when we recall,
The scene in the parks unsmiling,
No glistering dew drops from the trees,
All big trees were cut down,
We can’t forget that lovely shape of the parks,
That endearing our faces.
Oh, life was real nice in the vernal shade,
Oh, we miss the sweet voices of our brothers in the parks,
Would that we had the strength to break the predators,
What a bad luck have we?
Can we pine for another park?
Brothers let us think of the weapons and tactics,
That we could escape from poachers and predators.
My friend Antelope- You can use your speed in retreating,
You Tortoise- Use your shield or bomb shelter,
My friend Chameleon- You can use the camouflage,
You Porcupine- Please use your swords or bayonets,
My friend Snake- Use your poisoned knife,
You Stunk- Please Use your tear gas or poison gas,
My friend Octopus- Use your smoke screen,
You Electric Eel- Please Use your electric shock,
Then my friend Gecko- You can Use your diversionary tactics,
And finally me Elephant I will Use my tusks.
Everyone has a duty to perform his defensive way,
To deal with poachers and predators,
But still human beings have more brains,
They know how to trap us,
We plead those with good hearted to protect us.
Parks are our shelters,
Rivers are our shelters,
Oceans and lakes are our shelters,
Trees are our shelters,
The land is our shelters.
Oh, we beg you do not harm us,
You live on land- You live on land,
You drink water from the rivers –We live and drink that water,
You get medicine from trees- We live and eat those trees,
You collect foreign money from the parks- We live in the parks,
You use oceans and lakes to travel –We live in those waters.
Oh, we are all world creatures,
Why are you killing us for meat?
Why are you destroying the parks?
Why are you contaminating the waters?
Why are you cutting down trees?
Why are you burning the land we live?
Why are you hunting us for more money?
And already you are getting foreign money due to us,
Please stop hunting us or destroying our shelters.
Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath
Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....
Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!
So what has changed, this mosaic of histories collective collage?
As one way or another many, infused, inebriate their thoughts to inertia
Binding and bound; within these thicker links of connotations chains....
While they bury their bleeding nails into walls; immersed within darker days
Wherein few lives withdraw completely these claws, of concourses contaminating
Which extends itself polymorphously, deeper....
This unknowing muted muse amongst, everbearings, everyway?!
Unto the very core within, bleaksomes mangled maze, of, adapted art....
This abstract and blurried shadow of vagues, prolific presentations
How to pound the hearts into tears, of burnings coffins, set ablaze
Amid the dawning of insanities decrying of decrepits, decores, so displayed....
Within these assylums waiting for their fills
Beyond, the ghostly bars of Baals, notes, now played
By this 'Phantom of The Operas' corpse; deceivings decay, exhumed....
These flaming embers of ashes; fortiums pins of pain!
The crows casting within corners; like shackles upon most; the guiles, of guildeds shame?
This sifting of flour to find the implosion of caverns
Crashing, upon themselves to the suffocating truths, of, their often buried alive....
Subsisting encased within the cages like creatures, placed on exhibit?
An example, of the modern day creations, lifted from the poisoned palettes, of Palladians ways
Swirling within these inversions; smoke upon the rise....
Black splashings, atop the pavement of profounds
Sculptors, with their crucifying knives!
More concise within their uncompromising; binding the bound, within these thicker links of
chains
While they bury their bleeding touch, into the walls of this darklings darkest haze
Wherein few souls escape such palindromic brushings
These, emdedded pigments, of the palinodes days of daze....
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Contemporary Art!?
I am now overwhelm
Emotions stirring me
The things I’m containing
Trying hard to hide the world
You let open and scattered
In the wind that blows our face
I don’t want the world to see me
Like this
And no one see me in this state
As you do
I want the world to know am strong
Yet you make me feel vulnerable
I had shown the world I am invincible
A person of great courage
But sometimes I get tired
Of carrying the load which is not mine
Great expectation surrounds my entity
Yet now I melt in front of you
I want freedom
Togo anywhere and fly high
Search the world around
Be free to go deeper
Release the real me
Without anybody noticing me
I want to escape from the world’s
Ever discriminating
To be with my love till eternity
Spend time together in joy
Working together
Loving each other as days past by me
Making kids
And memories
Lasting for a seconds a few
Yet I know there’s uncertainty in loving
Relationships may fall down
Be broken to shattered pieces
I’m afraid I can’t save it
From the cruelty of this universe
To condemn the fallen
To be one of them
I hated it
One thing I can do is live a day at a time
Blow like the wind
Flow like the river
That I may be released
From the shackles of uncertainty
And plant me in a secure soil
Where I can go freely
Feelings of cruelty is not in me
Yet I’m surrounded by it
Contaminating thy hearts with dirt
Let me be free from all these
Let me spring with your love
Salvation and grace
From eternity I shall bring forth
The sweetness of your love
The warmth of your embrace
And the freedom you gave from myself
Is God can hear us?
Are you real?
Why are you far?
Invisible from my naked eye
Yet you are everywhere from the beginning
Clouds of doubts are in my thoughts
To be able to stand up and be thirty feet tall;
shout out and echo from the mountain ranges of chile
to the coast of Japan;
to harm someone without use of brute strength,
but with the power of the words they speak.
And with a single step they shake foundations,
tumbling buildings like the White House,
and the Palace of Westiminster;
one can finally tell what power is.
Those born to lead are destined;
to destroy,
like a wildfire they spread,
contaminating the wood that's built society,
weakening the support;
to rebuild,
with cunning superiority,
they triumph over the fire,
dousing with a power that comes to few
who don't lead in fear,
but instead take the necessities of those around him
and own them.
And so fires begin,
from the burning hearts of those like
Adolf Hitler and Jim Jones,
which are doused by unity,
a power created to regain balance
when evil runs its course.
And with this unity,
we've created nations, governments
and in rare occasions, Peace.