Best Degrades Poems
It afflicts king and queen alike.
Brought to the castle
by the master of infildelity.
He moves smoothly from one to the other.
He swiftly takes them
as is his right, he believes.
Only to have his fill
from the fair maiden
to the sullied trollop.
He sees them all equally
in his adventures.
He spreads his curse
from one to the other.
It robs it's victims
of their eyes and senses.
Over the years, it slowly degrades
their intelligence and lives.
It can bring down the greatest Empires
if given enough time.
What is it about me that gives you the impression that I am just your average
sleazy, easy, breezy, from the hood who can't possibly get ahead in life unless
you are by my side.???
Is there a note written across my forehead that reads:
"Warning,
do not respect
always neglect and,
never expect any goodness from this creature unless
legs are open and ready for business?
Does my azz have a "grab me" sign stuck to it
or is that what you would allow a strange man to do
to your daughter
to squeeze your mothers breast or are
the words "touch me" tattooed
across my chest?
Do my eyes unconsciously tell you to come over and try to slowly
slide down my panties
with your,
ridiculous lies
heard too many times
from too many guys
who've more than once tried
to get in between
or better yet inside
my thighs.?
Don't get me wrong, I'm being so sincere
I just wanna make it clear that
there is something that you hear
if my body tells you action like the movie genre
or do I look different in every scene like a world
premiere.?
Is bich my name in another language or,
do you see hoe somewhere on my birth certificate?
Am I not worth more than a single letter?...Ay!
or did I somehow give birth to you? Ay Ma!
Do my features confuse you or would you really prefer
a man...."Man".
How can my body speak a language that I have yet to hear?
Well before you get the wrong idea, let me make this clear.
When my azz say "grab me", that really just a lie
If my eyes say "come here" they really mean goodbye
Don't guess my name just ask and I'll let you know
and whatever my forehead region reads is just a bad typo.
It should go something like.... Always respect, never neglect, and only expect
greatness from this Queen no matter what her pulchritude screams.
The media degrades her as society points its finger and laughes
all the while she's searching for your support
the support
of her father
brother,
her son,
lover.
Why? Because she is yours....
Your mother,
Your Daughter,
Your sister, and
Your Lover.
So...why not?
Love her,
Honor her,
See her for who she really is and
not for what her body says.
Clash of Truth and Beauty
I find abhorrent this perversion
That the ancient Greeks had
For sexual engagement with animals
And that they entertained the belief
That offspring could be procreated
Through this act of bestiality.
It defies reality and escapes imagination
(Even in that time period).
How a culture so advanced could be clouded
With superstitious, inhuman ethics and morals
(If it weren’t so sad, it would be laughable),
And to accept this depiction as art
Taxes the brain for justification;
Not because of the act, but because of the culture.
I cannot see any beauty in this!
It’s the fact that it’s so despicable
And degrades the animals.
The world debates while Earth degrades.
"CHAINED"
imprisoned by choice
scars and bruises my cell mates
death follows future
abuse is a life sentence
the force of love keeps me jailed.
walls enclose vast view
no-one knows my secret hurts
hears sobbed silent cries
abuse degrades human soul
escape holds no path to run.
invisible bars
contain emotions red ... raw
end is not in sight
entrapment stifles breathing
a heart denied from beating.
*For Black-Eyed Susan's Wrongful Imprisonment or Sentenced Contest.
*Oct. 16, 2012.
Despicable
A descriptive word—
That’s always hitting its mark!
Attacks and hurts us . . .
Hateful, wicked, and cruel . . .
Degrades the human spirit!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
June 23, 2017 (Tanka)
Sitting, thinking, darkness pervades
Crimson shadows stain my brain
My thoughts awash in shades of grey
Nothingness... nothing, only pain
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Oh, the stains, the crimson stains!
Oh, how the stains invade my brain!
Head hung low in deepest musing
Not a hope, always losing
Pressing hard my fingers straining
Stain upon my temple remaining
Oh, the stains, the crimson stains!
Oh, the pain, the insipid pain!
Mad, the visions slowly creeping
In my head they wake from sleeping
Blood red maggots, always slinking
Squeeze them tight, their crimson, bleeding
Oh, the stains, in my brain!
Oh, abhorrence to obtain!
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Mind slips, concentration degrades
Debasing crimson shadows ingrained
Will is lost as feelings fray
Haunting emotions, unexplained
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Oh, the stains, the crimson stains!
Oh, the horror they retain!
Viscous thoughts like liquid oozing
Blackness engulfs each shadow's choosing
Reflections through the twilight peeking
In my heart my soul is shrieking
Oh, the stains, the crimson stains!
Oh, how it pulses through my vein!
The time is lost to pablum speaking
Verbose ideas are sorrows seeking
Darkened thoughts now are growing
Replaced by words concise and flowing
Oh, the stains, in my brain!
Oh, dark reflections can't remain
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Crimson shadows or crimson shades
Darkness fades to light again
Lucent shadows, some will stay
As crimson shadows in my brain
07/29/15
What is fear?
It clutches and binds you;
Its clinch constricts your conscience and gestures.
It degrades and damages you;
Its triumph abolishes your own proficiency to prosper.
It stops and holds you;
Its impeccable knack of holding you still is impassable.
It overcomes and you surrender;
Its will to thwart your approach has you anxious to ensue.
It is burdensome and palpable;
Its load weighs you down and disables your efforts.
It is real and ever present;
Its nearness is felt in your existence as it hides in wait.
It is debilitating;
It is maddening;
It is caustic;
What is fear?
It is controllable and facilitated;
You can clamber over the hindrances it extends you.
It is fallible and erratic;
You can perceive its shifting deeds as it scours for a way.
It is provisional and remedial;
You can tolerate its manifestation or expel it into a void.
It is daunting and probable;
You can be valiant and foretell its vain efforts against you.
It is frail and cognizant;
You can be assured that fear fears itself; it is casually ended.
It is short lived and perpetual;
You can sustain longer than fear, you can evolve as it ruins.
It is ignorance;
It is a curtain;
It is cowardly;
Fear is crushed with the knowledge of the entirety of a state. In these periods of terror we must cast fear in its just position, behind us, and trudge headlong against those who intimidate and threaten the beliefs for which we have battled arduously to safeguard, preserve, and be tolerant of.
Fear is…
Not an option today!
before life begins
we accrue fictional sins
so guilt always wins
lest any deem themselves free
to alter reality
dollars and distance
do not measure existence
despite persistence
constant debt all but assured
within this credit card world
is living better
starting off as a debtor
shame's main abettor
always in the negative
when all else is relative
to death all succumb
becoming what we become
in part and in sum
being soon enough degrades
until last remembrance fades
like the dinosaur
the future won't fear our roar
care what we abhor
leaving only the remains
produced by once human brains
The big bang,
one week ago today,
an ounce of energy degrades-
young and righteous,
a story evades-
rebounds like the waves,
a story evades,
surges and sounds like howling fangs,
a hero abstains.
Uncovering the earth, as the snow finally fades
Sunny days; bringing, aesthetically soothing jades
Towns spring to life, with congruent daily parades
Simply enjoying life, in its moments and decades;
Words following free; in poetically wild chardes
A deck of playing cards filled with hearts; and no spades
When the evening sets its sight the joy, it still never degrades
Fulfilling; is discovering; when happiness, promenades
At the cross the ground is level
Love has no rank.
Love saves justly, reaching all,
Caring enough to overlook rank.
At the graveyard though the ground is not level
one thing is for sure,
Young and old are all stone.
Peace is for sure.
Still at the graveyard,
the neat and the clumsy are alike.
When the body degrades,
it has no thought of who was a lady or gentleman!
There is no expert,
the oppressed are set free.
There is no anger, nor tempers.
All is still, at rest, at peace.
At the cross the ground is level
at the graveyard it is not.
The cross is an abode for pilgrims.
And at the graveyard is a waiting post.
The wise stop by the cross
to change their future.
The unwise stop by the graveyard
to rest with an uncertain future.
Indus River Dolphins are listed as, endangered
and are only found in the lower parts of Indus River, Pakistan
They are believed to have originated, in the ancient Tethys Sea
when it dried up, about 50 million years ago, an antient discovery
They are one of four, river dolphin species and sub-species
and they spend all their lives, in fresh water rivers
They use echolocation to navigate, hunt and communicate
as they’re functionally blind, and adapted to muddy waters
Numbers have declined, because of human encroachment
destroying their habitat, with all this human development
building dams and barrages, that degrades their migration
and other threats are, bycatch, poaching and pollution
With arms spread wide like Ibiza
With my Brighton rock stuck in my throat
And throbbing with a pulse
For all that glitters as it slithers into serpentine
The darker recesses, we waltzed
Feeling common as anachronism
London, meet me there
With my whirlwind of Netherlands
We dine upon the night
As a whore twice would
But more the class as we starve
And dining out upon it for a century
Of smiles and a million degrades
Not too much for a pen fodder in these latter days
Completely stultified
There is coin not all will trade
A coin that lifts when hope fades
From worldly greed that degrades.
Coin not for apple or pear
A coin na' the less to share
To freely give if you dare.
There's no return or reward
Give it at your own accord
As all can this coin afford.
A coin divine not of flint
One of kindness God did mint
Now be human take the hint.
Give generously today.