Best Demonized Poems
I remember when
Q was part of a Tip
now Q is a one way trip
to crazy town
It’s a place where thoughts flip
and up is down
Where every imaginable
conspiracy is found
Listen to that mind cracking sound
in a basement of a pizza shop
they think that trafficked
children are bound
Democrats demonized
Satan worshipers
Drinking babies blood
Some welcome the insanity
in like a flood
Internet researches
named Beth, Karen,
Mike, Bubba, Bob and Bud
all of them happily
wallowing in the mud
So wether they believe
in the Deep State
or PizzaGate
QAnon somehow thinks
an Old World Order
controls our fate
Slick videos crash minds
as feeble sheeple
bite into the bait
January 6th
becomes their new favourite date
Somehow
they feel truly Patriotic
instead of Psychotic
Crazy takes off like gangbusters
a fuse attached to a rocket
It seems a certain President
had them in his pocket
A gun aimed at the Capitol
and Donny cocked it
They were all dim lightbulbs
and he electrified the socket
So the Q tipped
as we watched on TV
what a crazy trip
“Hang Mike Pence”
dripped from their lips
Through broken windows
the mob slipped
as the fabric of Democracy
was stained and ripped
Still with that darkness over the Country
freedom was only temporarily eclipsed
So while the world watched
and ridiculed
“We The people” found a way
Thankfully the majority had the final say
Yes America witnessed a new day
QAnon, White Power, Proud Boys
and Anti Semites were kept at bay.
Should that not in the end
be “The American Way”?
Categories:
demonized, abuse, america, angst, discrimination,
Form:
Political Verse
As I
Soak in hummingbird’s exhale
I feel tragic sonatas
Trying to chain
Trying to crucify
My sedentary grip on instability
I smell the repugnant commoner
Blasting scattered shots
Against yesterday’s decent
I became the handsome error again.
The godfather of uplifting idle minds
Sedated within the bosoms of complacency
Because, indirectly, I was the inebriated screw-up
Immunized with community pride
As 420’d lyricists
Puff corrugated burns
To keep their spine
Fused in relatable,
Flaccid significance
They dodge flagrant accountability
Like an intentional cripple
And I
Slow dance with agnostic prayer
There would be no commandments
To remind me
That I am still beautiful inside
Beautifully flawed.
Beautifully demonized.
Beautifully improper.
Ugly.
Yet, Gaia’s sun empowers this stanza
To breathe better breaths
To see what refuses to be seen
And no longer accept what cannot be changed
I carve milestones upon gravestones
In friends’ memoriam, nevermore
It felt peacefully redundant to be important,
Chiseling away the vowels of animosity
Attempts to hold my hands
Within this ambidextrous nightmare
Right hand, red
Left hand, chained
Courteous disdain
For developing minds,
Their figure of speech
Meant no blissful harm
With their 40 lashes
Conjured by judgmental testaments
Oh, how they preach for better tomorrows
While stirring yesterday’s pot
Becoming the “end” in “friend”...
©D.J.E.
Categories:
demonized, forgiveness, friendship, leaving, life,
Form:
Free verse
I was lost
Feeling marginalized
Ostracized
Criticized
Demonized
Feeling
Empty
Forgotten
You wrote kind words
You visited me
You message hugged me
You poured healing on me
You bathed me with uplifting words
You fed me
Confidence
Assurance
Acceptance
A visit
A note
And you lifted me up
Said I mattered
Said I had a gift
Said I was missed
Said I brought joy
A kind word
And I came alive
Wanted to thrive
Wanted to be
The one whom you saw in me
You said a kind word
You whose vision is not clouded
With misconceptions
With what you’ve heard
But rather you speak
Of what you have "seen"
You see the inner me
You see beauty of soul
What a gift to be able to see
Past all the ugliness
To reality
Your kindness
Your kindness
Brought me back
Brings me back
Day after day
To share what I have
For you will read and smile
And that means the world to me
Eileen Manassian
A Poem of Dedication to Richard Lamoureux for constantly encouraging me to write, write, write.
One of Richard's latest posts: Hello Eileen, where are those new ones you promised?? I feel like a baby bird waiting for his mom to come back to the nest with a morsel.
Richard, hope this morsel is nourishing. :) Thank you for always believing in me.
Categories:
demonized, best friend, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)
i
We no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
nor the echoes of falling tears
of grieving widowed mothers
and the muffled hush, hush, hush
to new born babes.
How much longer
must we awake
to another morning
we wished we never lived to see?
Mornings where
the horizon’s plains
are dotted with earthen keloids
of humpbacked graves
in overpopulated makeshift cemeteries
where food crops once grew.
Horizons reminiscent of
the screaming echoes animating
from departing Middle Passage ships.
ii
How much longer
must we experience nights
of damned deranged dads—brothers
roaming, ravaging, raping
sisters and slitting mothers’ throats;
damned deranged dads—brothers
driven by a demonized illusion
of the Nile goddess of fertility;
intoxicating themselves
with chalices of their families’ blood?
How much longer?!!!
How much longer
must our daughters remain
forgotten victims
Of those who’ve lost the free
in freedom—like those who’ve sold the in
in independence—lackeys
to and of ancient slave masters
who’ve learned well
the western ways of deception?
iii
Unmoved and no longer
grievously concerned,
the world mesmerizes itself
with a deceived sacrilege image
of a revered Nile goddess.
Meanwhile, defiled bodies
of African girls
are no longer newsworthy…
these wretched of the earth sisters
continue to suffer ethnocentric
rape and gendercide: perpetuations
of free roaming…hoodwinked brethren,
inebriated with neo-colonial genocide.
Categories:
demonized, africa, bereavement, conflict, daughter,
Form:
Prose Poetry
His granite form against blue skies
Rippling on the bulging eye, wild waves
Of muscles the netting cloud defies
Reason in concrete, his pride raves
In self glory of athleticism, what a gem
Hard and shadowed without a diadem.
I know that man, I lived inside him
Long ago, slurping applause like a child
Incomplete in potrait, morally dim
About the treasures I often defiled.
That man is just a screen of muscled skin
A pampered fear that won't give in.
He will not cry, because he was taught
It's wrong for boys to show emotions
His destiny by a web of lies once caught
Leaves him lonely, old aspirations
Become wrinkled raisins in the callous sun
Manhood and wood subterfuge the pun.
Tired of being told he cannot become
From school to dull signs of no vacancy
I hears the sirens penning his freedom
He looked for himself, found no legacy
In history or family achievement that will
Stand up to the praise of gatekeepers ill.
He feeds his hungry urges into children
Fatherless because his woman must think
She cannot balance her budget with heaven
And for welfare cheque he's o'er the brink
Thrown, used, demonized, discarded, weak
Now, no virile glory left in love to seek.
He turns to her helpless in his helplessness
Angry with the impotence of history
Mute before her need to have forgiveness
The saddled statue slouches into misery.
You know him too, the black man, proned
Against pale paperbag of evening, stoned.
In Africa he was redeemed by mother, queen
When things fall apart, in America his old
Structures uprooted, he cannot be weaned
Of the nurture that never existed. The mold
Upon his life is history, and only the lover
Carrying the cross can be another redeemer.
Look at him like a child asleep after his spawn
Of delapidated family and garrots of dream
Only ego keeps muscle bulging under the brawn
The heart is mute, and pride wil not scream
For pain though like a white cataract it drowns
Him. How still the victim 'fore the victor frowns!
Categories:
demonized, black-african amerfamily, family, pride,
Form:
Verse
...But the problem with apologies
is where exactly do we start?
The Aztecs took thousands of slaves,
and ‘praised their gods’ but cutting out hearts.
The Indians enslaved each other,
and settlers in the many wars,
but the Spanish enslaved them,
equal opportunity horror.
And the British enslaved the Irish,
three hundred thousand sent across seas,
often used when black slaves were not,
since they were comparably cheap.
The black slaves people had to buy
from squabbling African kings,
raided their foes for human cargo,
they profited off the damn thing!
China had slaves, and India too,
Ancient Romans, Egyptians, and Greece…
But of all these civilizations
which one set out to make it cease?
It wasn’t the great peoples of the past
that fought hard to end this great pain,
the western word drove slavery’s end,
no other cultures can make that claim.
Folks today have no perspective
of the evil we put in the dirt,
slavery was no exception,
it was long the norm on this earth.
And now, instead of celebrate
this huge and moral achievement,
we’re demonized because back then
we had not yet set the precedent?
We’re told we have to give folks cash,
that it is all ‘stolen money,’
when most of this country’s great wealth
was born in states where labor was free?
Look at the south and at the north
way back during the civil war,
the slave states starved in slow collapse,
the free state out-built them and more.
When less than two percent of folks
ever claimed that they owned a slave,
to blame us all is asinine,
dishonors those who died to save
the country from this age-old sin,
those who ought to try a new path,
and insults all those alive right now
who think slavery worth our wrath.
But if you still want apologies
look at every one close to you,
their ancestors were slave-owners,
and guess what? Yours owned them too.
Categories:
demonized, history, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
Profound paintings on the world’s canvas
Produced by the stroke of divine paint brush
Tough, tender, slender and beauty luminous
Melt, mould discerning hearts or crush
Smiling, laughing faces with bubbling zest
Faces in agony and pain with rivulets of tears
Ugly, lustful faces, scheming and plotting to wrest
Faces sunk in gloom, torments, anguish and fears
Days sparkling with sun light of hope and aspiration
Moonlit nights wrapped in the ecstasy of romance
Demonized nights horrifying beyond imagination
Ducks in flight and peacocks whirling in dervish’s dance
Colorful chirping birds and singing nightingale
Roses, gardens, trees, butterflies and bees
Races black, white, yellow, brown strong and frail
All artistically crafted whichever way one sees
Refreshing serenity of the religious places of worship
And its contrast in hatred and abomination of war
Cool comfort and compassion of love and friendship
Bringing souls together from the near and far
How has the brush painted me in awe-inspiring scene?
Does the glow on my face transcend the virtues of my soul?
Am I embodiment of love and kindness or ugly obscene?
On canvas am I Colossus or dwarfed by selfish goal?
Categories:
demonized, allegory, devotion, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Will it be?
People swarm, a list to see
the winners list, it's never me
whose the best, and at the top
and whose to write another flop
approval sought and recognized
or is this winner demonized
now at the top they can only fall
a just dessert or curtain call
answer the call and face the strife
or just sit back and waste your life
for the "I Just Can't Win" contest
Categories:
demonized, satire,
Form:
Rhyme
GRAFFITI
Graffiti such a lovely art form you are
so expressive yet you can be so fine
ever you are persecuted with powers be
persecuting u and you're declared an illegal art form
of all the arts graffiti you get destroyed and demonized
is it i ask myself that they are unable to see your beauty
see and appreciate your beauty or is it lack of the know
lack of understanding so persistent amongst the authorities
of you i pen blessed of art forms true to name and size graffiti
lewis K Nyaga
Categories:
demonized, city, simple, , cute,
Form:
Blank verse
Spawn of Satan
Behold the demonized beasts, Satan's spawn!
Chained to the gates of Hell for all Eternity
Eyes of fiery coals and drooling mouths agape.
They roar in anger to sate their hunger with
YOU!
October 30, 2015
Contest in 5 lines or less.
Categories:
demonized, evil, violence,
Form:
Free verse
Between you and I
Nothing has changed
Really.....
These confines we share
Brothers too
Columns and columns
Of phallic glass totums
Piercing the freedoms above
Business is a rapist fiend
Of love
The demonized heavens.
Who am I to judge brother?
I chose to live here
Categories:
demonized, city
Form:
Imagism
I face you, you face me
This is a phase of reality
Practically death is eternity
Hope you got this constantly
That the truth reveals truth and lies are demonized
Visualize the truths and open all eyes
‘Cause the fact we have to face impacts all minds
But the price we had to cost more than our lives
As we cram knowledge in skulls in hope they'll turn wise
But lies for the wise are unspoken truths utilized
The streets are hard as our neighbors close their blinds
Life is war: you and I are landmines
As diseases of love making kill husbands and wives
The books were right, we are living in hard times
As the wealthy stay wealthy but the poor economize
The intelligent stay healthy but the ignorant are otherwise
Further, from the truth than they realize
That life is a trance we are all hypnotized
In this rat race of human disgrace
Changing the whole place
To pace the chase of the facts, we have to face
That life is a test we just have to ace
And learn after death that we are face to face
I face you, you face me
This is a phase of reality
Practically death is eternity
Hope you got this constantly
These fat cats with stomachs for tires must retire
As our leader’s facing their own desires
While these liars fuel the wrong nation’s fire
Let’s rehire admirals we admire
This nation uses compassion for fame and fashion
Good ideals come in rations
Where doubt is brought slavery is bought
Now we face feelings tagged by price
As the impression of the recession slightly rise
The value of a gesture isn’t a just reward
'Cause a simple smile, no one can afford
As this warning is future’s comedy
The tragedy of this parody is now someone else’s misery
As some live reverse to evil
To rock-the-vil on the society not civil
Chasing illusions only to catch nil
Facing fact from fictional thrill
In this rat race of human disgrace
Changing the whole place
To pace the chase of the facts, we have to face
That life is a test we just have to ace
And learn after death that we are face to face
Categories:
demonized, life, political, spoken word,
Form:
Prose Poetry
If movies are reflections of our world,
Then why does violence play a leading role?
Consenting sex, whose scenes are wrapped and furled,
Is cut in line so gore can score its goal.
The act that violence plays in life is minor
Compared to sex and love, who reign supreme,
And by degrees are viewed as widely finer
Than wrath and hate’s unnatural extremes.
But we inherited from Puritans
Our backwards views on sexual liberation.
While gung-ho guns parade like charlatans,
I’ll forwards choose to duel and match my nation.
When sex and love get demonized, assaulted,
Then fear and hate are glorified, exalted.
Categories:
demonized, love, violence,
Form:
Sonnet
"Illusions of Love"
Judged at every stage, condemned from the start,
Labelled and demonized—torn apart.
Mistreated, ill-treated, seen as a threat,
Running for safety but never safe yet.
Love, an illusion, elusive at best,
A dream we chase but never possess.
Mother, grandmother, lover, or wife—
All turn cold, cutting deep like a knife.
From society’s glare to the home’s dark gaze,
The criticism burns in a thousand cruel ways.
Words as a weapon, sharp as a scalpel,
Leaving us scarred, doubting our price.
How can we be good fathers, strong men of grace,
When the ones meant to hold us throw shame in our face?
Every embrace feels laced with disdain,
And hope fades under this unending pain.
The system is brutal, but what cuts even more,
Is seeking refuge in hearts turned cold.
Negative, bitter, vibrations that kill,
Turning love into poison, making joy stand still.
Judge, jury, executioner in every small fight,
Swift to emasculate, draining our light.
From living rooms to sidewalks, we’re stripped of our pride,
Nowhere to stand, nowhere to hide.
Mistreated, ill-treated, the cycle goes on,
The man disappears, and the boy is withdrawn.
Love becomes nothing but a dangerous snare,
A mirage in the desert, dissolving in thin air.
So when they ask why some of us can’t be good men—
Remember the shackles, the wounds deep within.
For a heart that’s been shattered by those it adored
Can never grow whole, when it’s always at war.
Categories:
demonized, abuse, betrayal, black african
Form:
Spoken Word
I’ve heard lots of feminists say
we’d be better off without men,
they claim that they are just joking,
but say it again and again.
That we’re all of the world’s problems,
that we start all of the world’s wars,
the species would be much better
if we didn’t need men anymore.
The trend is for the feminine
to be exalted endlessly,
the masculine gets demonized,
Orwell-speak shields the misandry;
but I think all these flippant jibes
cover a fact few will admit,
if these feminists got their wish
the whole world would fast go to sh-t.
Now I know the obvious fact,
with men, no procreation,
which means that the whole species dies
within just one generation.
But lets get to the here and now,
to the world and how it must work,
without men out there doing there thing
society would go berzerk.
Most folk who chose to be pilots
do carry the y-chromosone,
so if they’re gone then kiss goodbye
the chance to travel far from home.
And most people building with steel,
or wood are of the manly type,
so don’t expect much to be built
if men are sent off into night.
Most people out in the hot sun
building roads are decidedly male,
so if you are the type who drives
without men you are bound to fail.
Who can forget all the farmers,
once again, most of them are guys,
if they're not there growing those crops
then millions of people will die.
Surgery and anesthesia
are dominated by the dudes,
so if they’re gone you better hope
nothing ever happens to you.
The police who chase criminals,
and use force to put them away...
mostly men, and without all them
scumbags would also rule the day.
The miners and the lumberjacks,
the truckers, and the soldiers strong,
the plumbers and electricians,
the list of it goes on and on…
Now some may say that without men
women would just do all of that,
but equal rights say otherwise,
and simply looking at the stats
shows women do not take these jobs,
despite all the hype about STEM,
when both sexes are free to chose
it still always fall to the men.
I think it’s time we all admit
that there’s evolution at play,
there’s things men are better geared for,
and it will always be that way.
If all the crazies got their wish,
and the ‘toxic’ males disappeared,
you all would be dead within months,
both sexes have roles to play here.
Categories:
demonized, gender, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme