Best Damnable Poems
Nation’s Damnable Blight
Black slender man, bent twig on the branch of a slave’s family tree,
Planted in white culture during infamous time of our history,
From seed transported in the belly of those infernal slave ships.
Bitter tears flowing from his eyes; angry words pouring from his lips.
Spent by long days in fields under hot skies of one hundred degrees,
Living in substandard shacks: wife and babes bearing winter’s freeze.
Broken panes breach for frigid wind; shabby roofs sieve for cold raindrops,
Family worked from sun up to dark to reap the precious crop.
Truth is, most were prisoners of the system evil men devised.
Many struggling to be free from what politicians camouflaged.
Wisdom overrules such folly and the proverb is most profound;
Holding one down makes holder as much a captive as one held down.
This nation, “land of the brave and free”, held out freedom’s lamp to all,
Went out one ominous night and over “liberty’s lamp” threw a pall.
Had wiser men with hearts of love been ruled by God’s Divine Light,
Black and white would have been spared this great nation’s damnable blight.
The curse of overthinking
is not failure,
misfortune or limitation
but in the disobedient
misery you cannot climb.
No pleasing in the paranoids
dive to the oil pits.
The more you prevent
the less interfearence,
but when it comes up
it brings cutlery
to sicken and harvest you,
the 9th eternity caused by lingering whisper.
Black slender man, bent twig on the branch of a slave’s family tree,
Planted in white culture during infamous time of our history,
From seed transported in the belly of those infernal slave ships.
Bitter tears flowing from his eyes; angry words pouring from his lips.
Spent by long days in fields under hot skies of one hundred degrees,
Living in substandard shacks: wife and babes bearing winter’s freeze.
Broken panes breach for frigid wind; shabby roofs sieve for cold raindrops,
Family worked from sun up to dark to reap the precious crop.
Truth is, most were prisoners of the system evil men devised.
Many struggling to be free from what politicians camouflaged.
Wisdom overrules such folly and the proverb is most profound;
Holding one down makes holder as much a captive as one held down.
This nation, “land of the brave and free”, held out freedom’s lamp to all,
Went out one ominous night and over “liberty’s lamp” threw a pall.
Had wiser men with hearts of love been ruled by God’s Divine Light,
Black and white would have been spared this great nation’s damnable blight.
DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart be lifted?
Because there are too many hoards being gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Can that pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
As a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And tell the world the ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can indulge in the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then maybe instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck be hung all around
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could find a way to stop polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food ©2011...phreepoetree ~free cee!~
put a curse on me
put a curse on her too
put a curse on all that
love's put us all through
damned be the love i feel
even though i know it's real
cursed be her tea rose lips
cursed be her well curved hips
curse me by her tantalizing tongue
cursed be my thoughts among
those damned by love that we feel
even though we know it's real
cursed forces beyond our control
curse the rut, the drop, the hole
these curses feel so damn good
curse this love misunderstood
damned be the love that you feel
even though you know it's real
curse the words, utterances mouthed
curse the desires you have aroused
curse my mind, my heart, my soul
curse me, this want beyond control
damned be the love i feel
even though i know it's real
i take an oath before all earth
a solemn vow of our love's worth
be damn anyone who would misconstrue
swear you love me like i love you
© Goode Guy 2012-03-03