Best Contempt Poems

We came not for conquest,
but for containment—
though conquest is what happens
when containment itches beneath the skin
like sulfur spores in a sealed lung.

They had the secret.
Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy—
but language that healed.
Real language—
not poetry, not prayer,
but syntax of cells.

Their infants spoke in codons.
Their trees...

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I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only by the palpable stench of your aura.
Eyes opened to their...

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Having been on my own 
for the past ten years 
I suppose I am set in my ways
If I’ve no planned routine
at the start of each day
I just come and I go as I may

Awaking each morn just before dawn
I can go where my mood...

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Lining pockets with cash large and small,
Once found out, they return not one call.
But an amendment we need
to inflict on this breed
the same treatment that they give us all....

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Lawyers supply inept legalese.
One while defending my Pekinese,
went into a stupor,
made one fatal blooper.
Stripped in front of the judge ridding fleas.
 
© Aug 23 2010 For Carolyn’s “Lawyer” contest...

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A lawyer once said, he could get me free.
No trial held, just a hearing you see
A traffic ticket was all.
My lawyer, so very small.
Not seen by judge, contempt of court, jailed me....

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Anger,
it was all it took,
he merely tossed a disdainful look,
thwarted attempt,
the beast smiled with thinly veiled contempt,
he was bold,
his heart cold,
as the words were told,
and the beast stood in silence
just for a moment,
his hatred palpable,
he shouted,
as pain 
screamed through him,
exploding the veins,
and his emotions drained,
he...

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Stepping outside the bakery, sparse trees danced in the late autumn breeze.
She set her cupcakes on the bench to don her gloves and snug her scarf tightly around her face and neck.
Jack Frost is certainly in the air this evening, she complained to herself.

Walking briskly...

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My farewell trip to Iraq
Near six years kept my pact

The war’s not done, more work ahead
Two shoes fly right past my head

Here’s your farewell kiss you dog
Your mem’ry maybe these will jog

Think you’re welcome here, instead,
Two shoes barely miss my head

To end this war is...

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I was carting horse manure in a trailer that’s on loan.
I’m driving on the back roads ‘cause I know that I am prone,
to be courting a disaster if I take a major road,
with no brake lights or blinkers and no cover on the load.

I took...

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Without the quest for redemption
The populace play idle games
Gigabits won’t grant exemption
When sovereignty goes up in flames 

Genocidal business mission
Funding both sides of each conflict
Stoking the flames of ambition
Bankrupt countries fail by edict

New orders rooted in the past
Proffer real wealth for dead paper
They sow ignorance...

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Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there.  Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.

Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your...

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Cookie cutter words so
carefully cut and pasted
on me are simply wasted.

Their relevance defunct
so silent deaf and mute
someone else’s route.

This romances brevity
couldn’t even warrant
a freshly cut torrent.

Thoughts on you only
today are freshly writ
not from another’s skit.

Your cycle oft repeated
new color same game
please shame and blame.

Faded far...

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A Tribute to My Brother’s Ex

Your wedding was a story book event;
my brother thought he was a lucky man.
He’d sacrifice for you his every cent
to give you all according to your plan.
And you were destined for an easy life
that women always dream of when they’re...

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There didn’t have to
be a reason
no one thing
no trigger
it was always boiling
just beneath the surface
always.

It could have been
the number of soldiers
lying empty on the desk
next to the ashtray.
You know the one
the one that left
the two scars
the one into which you
stamped  your  anger
hostility
hopelessness.

I could...

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