Best Defamed Poems
In times where eyes are fixated at your sins,
judgment trolls in deceptive double standards.
When pointing fingers nobody really wins,
there's no joy in being defamed and slandered.
Swimming in an aquarium full of fins,
sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned.
Scars will bleed with pain making you feel brittle,
hard hearts will laugh with insults that belittle.
Afraid of exposure honest souls retreat,
when their character's stereotyped by lies.
Frenemies hide behind a mask of deceit,
their envy is an embarrassing disguise.
Decline the pedestal they place on your feet
emancipate from enslavements that chastise.
Stay clear from those who act like a spirit thief,
growth from ignoring spite gives you self belief.
Written: January 07, 2024
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eyes are soul gates even in disguise they do not lie
visual cues that transcend verbal expression
but it also shares one's mood with lenticular opiates
spanning an effluvium-trail-laden sky
select a person and share eye contact while whimpering
gaze might betray a false grin quoth-trust aegis
stupendous azure eyes! aggregations of night elixir
spellbind the world with an aura of simmering
wispy pearls in her eyes—soul rises without adronitis
I cross cosmic cloisters and Eden's bright bower
I grip men truths in their odd dismal ways
the sheer number of words is overwhelming
once cupid arrows hit a cosmic glow covers the world
glorious as sharpness of your sight and dawn dew
her azure eyes purify and calm me as oceanic waves
no drift inbred ocean fowls flutter feel felicity
ethereal eyes whisper to my soul sparkling with glee
pristine eyes hypnosis a wish for propinquity shine
as the sun rises shards of light reveal her eyes
dreams sap my mind cocoons and eyes beguile me
after inhaling and kissing goldenly—all else is plain
all the grace I skipped—in the sun wind and rain
as dew at dawn chatoyant eyes embrace you
butterfly-like in gestalt despite a sanguine heartbeat
those eyes are as sibilant as the rising sun
they send doves soaring and senses roaring
some eyes are drenched in love until they sparkle
delphic soul shy—untamed my love never defamed
grateful for blue skies—for all—and blue eyes for you
Anne Murray did have quite the flurry, voice as a brook without crooks
Canadian born, songs of forlorn, beautiful vibes, I subscribed
Such singing as a bird, the world has never heard, she splurged
“O Little Snow Bird”, in the words I heard, calming of Vietnam
O spread your wings and fly away, words of God’s love I heard
Mind level love, forever untrue, so what’s new, `Tis festering spew
O but little snow bird, an alpine of cleansing snow, God’s Love
Spread your wings that brings, renewing, from festered spewing
Providing for me a way to go, by a cleansing snow
Innocence, a purity, of life’s promising security
Some leaders said only fate, this atrocity of hate
Maimed, lamed and defamed they came, to claim their bitter fame
State side they now abide, holding inside, Our leaders lied
Leaving the lamb of their souls in Nam, for uncle Sam
Atrocities, of hate, never abate, mind’s sickening fate
The Vietnam of late, laid at the mind’s creation of hell’s gate
O beauty of little snow birds, spread your wings, fly back this way
Cleans again, the glean of mind’s sin called fate, lain at heart’s gate
Like an alpine of purity, Love from Anne’s heart was sung
Maybe only to ease her own pain, but her timing was plain
The answer is blowing in the wings, of even a little snow bird
The such of which the mind of itself has never learn or heard
All humanity will not learn, but precious few will return
By their trust in Love, the snow white Dove, spewed forth from above
Anne Murray sang away I know, some of my own heart’s pain
Honoring all Vietnam veterans, be you not in fretters
From your hearts of security your love is your surety
Let your Alpine of pure snow bird, be Love’s word you’ve heard
Dane I am sure you’ve at least heard this song that this poem is about.
It somehow caused me to think of you, as I was writing it. Therefore
I dedicate it to you and all veterans for your service to our country.
Sincerely, Love, Moses
12-19-09 [email protected]
In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree
Placed in garden of Gethsemane
An olive to the knee
Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks away
Within its heart with sighs
When Jesus was just a small boy
He would come some to play
His tender hand caressed its limbs
Alluring light display
Twenty-one years passed swiftly by
When He came once again
Deep in prayer to His Father
Then said a soft Amen
Most times He came to the garden
He touched my bark and roots
Once He cried tears with sweat of blood
Not heard by His recruits
A crowd of soldiers came for Him
They lead Him fast away
Out of my presence departed
In my heart ever stay
Some rumors that they crucified Him
Twisted my trunk and heart
My heart longs for His tender touch
He'll come to not depart
The disciples in great fear came
Whispering in great shame
Their leader lies in the cold tomb
His name being defamed
On Sunday two women named Mary
By the olive tree came
Joyous excitement jubilation
Jesus lives~ proclaim
It was summer time, a time for planting and reaping
and when it came to my dad well he could make that garden sing
He spent hours nurturing his plum tomatoes, while I his offspring
could only admire his patience, dedication and caring from afar.
An immigrant of Italy he knew everything there was to know
about big fat juicy tomatoes. He knew they needed time to grow,
and I knew there was a little humor to be had here, in toe.
"Dad, how long will it be before we see our first tomato?" I asked
" Oh not for a while" he answered, then the sun suddenly flashed
Time for a little fun in the sun I thought, off to the store I went
came back with a big fat tomato. I hung it on the plant with some
twine then called him over with an eager voice
"Look dad we got our first tomato, isn't it great ! " I exclaimed
he investigated with a grin, soon my lie had been defunct, defamed
that was a summer when it rained and rained and rained,
we got lots of tomatoes that year, and most of them we canned.
What I never will forget, is the love in my father's eyes,
every time he smiled like that, I was always left with a feeling,
that I had just won the gold prize.
Where Has All The Beauty Gone?
There is no time like the now times,
The ever-present blood-swooshing times.
Time again to surrender as a smitten lover surrenders,
To the never-ending rhapsodies of erotic impulses,
Which exhale as a listless leviathan exhales,
Basking in the swishing waters off the windy capes,
Naked, but kept hidden, in the unknown anterior rooms,
Of a hundred dark mansions in the draping hollows,
Encased with ethereal atmospheres and essences,
In stony gold, glittering emeralds, and smooth diamonds,
All dazzling the senses with spurting explosions of light,
Of helpless exaltations and cooing astonishments;
Now they’re seeking the old nights and the old embraces
In the gaping moonlight, amid intense and timid arousals;
Their blinking black eyes squinting from behind the papered walls,
Of dustless airless rooms with drooping statues of dead poets,
Alive still as they rise again in mythic intonations,
Making suave movements with pointing soft fingers,
Upon the moist nape of blond submitting desires.
Watching in spirit now as they once peeped at lovers;
Peeping and prying and peering from behind infinitesimal holes,
Never seen before by the living or the bereaved,
Nor by the delirious or the unjustly defamed;
Now they just bite us, the souls of the dead boys in blue.
And they watch us from behind those bare walls,
Those breathing twitching snarling walls.
So, where has all the beauty gone?
Take some applause, for the message that floored
The propaganda 2020... 21.. You stood tall, and spoke
Loud 'Ulsters son stood unbowed' you could not be cowed'
As humanity by power was defamed,l.' amidst false agenda
Out on a bender, as so called experts called surrender! yet you..You!
Stuck to your truth, its really plain.! so there is no day in
Court, reality has denied swann 'any rort?' And real truth has
Been shown; as not lame..' one more thing 'to be sure'
I'll put this on your door.. Van the man, standing tall'
For the people again.' He's preformed his greatest gig through false spin, all the lies' and all the pain.!
Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change
People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.
People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names
The list could go on
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou,
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew
George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise
Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle,
But obviously greatness can be done.
We can rise above this stigma
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine
In this new century of our Lord
The gardener planted the young tree
Placed in garden of Gethsemane
An olive to the knee
Around two thousand years have passed
A beaten path close by
Each word the Olive tucks away
Within its heart with sighs
When Jesus was just a small boy
He would come some to play
His tender hand caressed its limbs
Alluring light display
Twenty-one years passed swiftly by
When He came once again
Deep in prayer to His Father
Then said a soft Amen
Most times He came to the garden
He touched my bark and roots
Once He cried tears with sweat of blood
Not heard by His recruits
A crowd of soldiers came for Him
They lead Him fast away
Out of my presence departed
In my heart ever stay
Some rumors that they crucified Him
Twisted my trunk and heart
My heart longs for His tender touch
He'll come to not depart
The disciples in great fear came
Whispering in great shame
Their leader lies in the cold tomb
His name being defamed
On Sunday morn the two Marys
By the olive tree came
Joyous excitement jubilation
Jesus lives~ proclaim
Written: April 01, 2015
A story written based on truth
Well versed
rehearsed
Best man
began
He joked
provoked
Each word
was slurred
Blah blah
faux pas
Defamed
and shamed
The bride
soon cried
Now crushed
she blushed
Red faced
disgraced
Without
a doubt
He put
his foot
Inside
his snide
Wide scouth
loud mouth
Not quite
contrite
Ashamed
he blamed
His botch
on Scotch.
3/ 21/ 2018.
As stories go
So do souls
They wonder then grow
As cold as snow
Or as fever ant as ice
Men are not mice
In fields of golden wheat; grain
Lost with out; insane
Forgetting all that was; ingrained
Living souls in stores
Forgetting their chores
They become the board
Life swings back and forth
Mistrust; faith out sourced
Flesh awaiting to be scorched
Saviour's a many, but never a one
Living beneath the threat of a gun
Time awaiting to be undone
Dear old Abe that Faithful one
His brother ascertained, then defamed
He was Cain, not thy brother's keeper
But an evil creeper
A vine unfit to be tied
Entangled a web which he is bound
Truly wrapped and then leather bound
Blacken and read; were the words
The Word; bled the color of red
This fabled prince, our lord
Three score and some
Defeated seven thousand and one
And still some will be lost
Torched along with the moss
For the fable was not Able
To save any one
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
I have a black cowboy hat I wear on certain days,
like when a night of partying is the only goal.
The wearing of this cowboy hat brings out my wicked ways,
when loudly and with fanfare, into the bar I stroll
and the only thing I don't do is to dance on the stripper pole.
This hat, it transforms the meek little me
into a wild woman , not to be tamed,
I put on quite a show, you see,
because of it, my reputation's defamed
and of course, it's the hat I've blamed.
I should probably throw the hat away before I land in jail
but it really does suit me, makes me look quite fine.
As long as I have good friends to help me post my bail
I'll wear the hat and party on and really try to shine
and of course the blame is not the hat's, it really is just mine.
~~for Carol Brown's 'Favourite Hat or Bonnet' contest
No mean for all,
even a single fear
How decent guy trap
silently in love,
O’er this anthology
might we be hear,
Might you with me
and I with you be in
love,
And end to begin,
and beginning to
initiation,
We are resurrected
again and start in
love,
Lo and beheld, if
you come
illuminatingly my
dear,
As autumn swerve to
spring in love,
Your tawny white
tint was transiting
fair,
As sprinkling,
happens silently
from clouds in love,
May our defamed love
recover without
smear,
Oh the world not
easy to apprehend
scorching in love,
O’er a love tale and
passion full of
tears,
In return I died and
die each span in
love,
And If I am
authoritative in a
decision of this
gear,
Make it grow towards
heaven dwelling, in
love,
Last but not least
this year,
A lanky man can rime
thousand poems in
love,
And Shahid is not a
replica of
Shakespeare Lear,
Won’t forget at all
if betrayed in love.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
In a public washroom, can Kings ever be DEthroned?
When a cowboy moves to the city, is he DEranged?
Do photographers wishes sometimes DEvelop?
Are former famous models ever DEposed?
When a ship leave for the Caribbean, is it DEported?
Do lawyers sometimes sit on Defence?
When a man gets ready for bed, does he DEbrief?
If they drain the waterway around a castle, is it DEmoted?
When a male is castrated, is he DEmand?
When a scholar is sent back, is he DEgraded?
Can a lady of the streets ever be DElayed?
Do certain shampoos help you DEflect?
When a doctor withdraws a needle, is the patient DEjected?
Can a person survive without DEliver?
If you tear up an agreement, do you DEsign?
Can baseball player ever DEposition?
Ever seen a dog chasing DEtail?
If you lose your extra tire, do you DEspair?
Do manicurists sometimes DEfile
When a downpour stops, does it DEluge?
When a student leaves school, does he DEclassify?
Can someone's old clothing DEfray?
Does a coffin always contain a DElivered?
Can a movie star ever be DEfamed?
© Jack Ellison 2013
As old as the beholder all that He made it was very good then multitudes of similitudes throughout the ages of grace some fair to be as close to the original some lost in their own vanity from garden of His pleasure to the pleasant to make one wise like a flaming sword the selfish beauty mark because of the reward lay bare their own shame but for His own graciousness a promise given to one day restore the innocent virtue of beauty upon one came the violence blood and gore reclaims the defamed to but on course those from whom worldly beauty had swayed no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. but perfection's beauty loved us to the end and one-day beauty will again be very good
egotism's display but pure Love is not in vain the promise well kept