Best Denigrated Poems
The Horde’s Prayer
Our Mother who dwells in Hell
Hollowed be thy Fame
Thy Freedom come
On Dearth as it is in Hell
Give us each day
Our daily Dread
And don’t forgive us
As we don’t forgive
Those who don’t trespass
Or whoever wins against us
Lead us into Temptation
And surrender us to Evil
And into Condemnation
For thy is the Freedom
To Cower and to be Hoary
Forever and ever....
Hearken!
** This awkward prayer is not meant to be blasphemous. The purpose for it is to enunciate the abundant grace of Almighty where there still exist a people who devote their time, faith and belief to the unsubstantial....They seem to recite the Lord’s Prayer in reverse, as I see it., directly contemptuous to the Great Creator.
**Freedom of belief is a Human Right. That too, is not being denigrated either.
**Contents of this poem are purely a work of Art not Religion. Don’t Do It at Home!
**Should anybody embrace it and adopt it, I’ll not be held liable.
JM
24th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
denigrated, angel,
Form:
Verse
I am content to walk alone,
but to walk in company with others
adds vigor and passion to the journey.
Rumi
Good Taoists,
although I am not sure I actually know any,
refine their inclusively subordinate clauses,
and sentences,
and contracts,
and lives
Define eternally and mutually satisfactory gratitude,
anthrosupremely alone
LeftBrain dominantly apart
We camouflage EarthTribe's cooperative ecological praxis
producing win/win healthy outcomes
consistent with multicultural peak experience research
within human natural systems
Analogically synthesizing sacred principles of Earth's nature,
Her natural flow and spirited functions
Her decay and lifeless dysfunction;
like post-millennial PermaCulturalists.
But, Western Monotheistic Cultures
prefer more compassionate vigor in our strut
through this divinely manifest live-system
we inherited from Indigenous Elders past,
comparatively short-sighted
about EarthMother's healthy global future.
All newborns are experiential researchers of balance,
symmetry,
flow and rhythm,
form and beauty,
capacity and lack thereof,
time's sufficiency and spatial synergy,
and lack thereof.
Human children also evolve as recreative muses
of color, shape, paradigms, stories,
rhythms of patterned confluence,
and denigrated dissonance.
We can,
Taoist or not,
child or not,
use dissonance to show us our way
toward appositional confluence.
We are each compelled to survive,
and sometimes togathering thrive,
in this Tao way,
within double-boundaries of systemic spacetime trauma
and therapeutic imagination,
rooted in regenetic memory.
Imaginations grow intuitively fueled,
empathic powered,
passioned,
vigorous,
with polysystemic comprehension of Prime Relationship
P-Yang=NP-YinYin,
binomial win/win thermodynamic balance,
as +1 = -(-0)
co-binary eco-empathic.
Cooperative economic polycultural balance,
exploring inclusive oppositional subsidiarity
to optimize EarthDay's slow-growth atmosphere
as one EarthTribe Community,
both compassionate,
and, hopefully, still content
with being less lonely
hiding behind all our LeftBrain dominant
verbal camouflage.
Categories:
denigrated, appreciation, conflict, creation, culture,
Form:
Free verse
My Mutinous Mum
I thought my own Dad was patient and so cool
And Mum’s temper; pretentious as itchy wool:
For no reason her Temper was hot, so I thought-
Its sundry Duties that respite gave her nought!
Iron Amazon now all gone, ideas begin to show;
Ready pinch and her hot rebuke give me chow!
I remember my late Mother’s indefatigable lips
Disciplinarian of Love’s with relentless whips
And Fast Rules like: “You don’t talk when eating!”
Or blatantly: “You stop eating when talking!”
Iron Amazon now all gone, ideas begin to show
Had I reviled, would I’ve got Life’s sweet chow?
A reason had she to separate Grain from chaff:
“A Rod not spared bestows an efficacious stuff.”
So, like a Cowgirl, she cracked the whiplash
In her usual Marching Drill: Left, Right and Right;
“Boy, sleep well and NO bed-wetting tonight!”
Iron Amazon, now all gone, ideas begin to show;
Had I denigrated her, I’d have missed my chow!
Would I’ve heeded anybody and go to School
Had she not stepped in proving no cosy wool?
Her cautious mind got me into a smart spank
Lavished in porridge when lessons I did bunk!!
Iron Amazon all gone, now ideas begin to show;
Her force to resist would’ve deprived me chow!
Mum in my Dad she had a sweet Boy of a Friend
Yet: “Girls, no!” She called illicit love “Ugly Fiend.”
“Old-fashioned Goat”, I thought, she surely was-
Clap-infected, she proved a Goat eating no grass!
Iron Amazon, now all gone, ideas begin to show;
Would you heed Hot Mum to elude Aids’ blow!
That my Mum was hard to inveigle or to please-
She wanted being wild to terminate or decrease.
Lie to your detriment, she could read lying mind-
Caught, you’d get a tanning on the behind!!
Iron Amazon, all gone, now ideas begin to show;
Had I a hardened Liar, would I eat this chow?
A perfect Teacher in Church at Sunday School
Who, one day made me crawl on fours like a fool:
Acting me a Donkey- though Joseph be my name!-
While a girl rode me like Jesus into Jerusalem!
Iron Amazon, all gone, now ideas begin to show;
Had I not heeded God, I’d have faced Sin’s blow!
JM
02nd December 2013
Categories:
denigrated,
Form:
Couplet
Contrived to be relevant
An extreme subversive
of distorted concoctions
While having his stricken soul bare
And denigrated to a faceless crone
For his vicissitudes are an improbable casualty
Of a broken soul....
Categories:
denigrated, character, identity, image, life,
Form:
Cinqku
On the banks of river folks gathered solemnly
Where in repose lay the body of his father;
Dry dead-wood was stacked in layers they built,
Fire was crackling, burning, heads were bowing,
Memorializing deeds in voices of the elders--
That is how cremation was done in his village.
He recalls now how they walked river’s edge
Where wildflowers bloomed, animals grazed
As farmers tilled rice fields in dawn’s silence,
Much as his father did until he died that day.
Frozen he stood there, thousand burns unseen,
Inflamed in veins as he looked to his mother
Gasping for words choking youthful innocence
As tearfully they hugged fearful of the burden
Bewildering his mother into stilled unknown.
Look at him, for a glimpse of child-subjugated
Who parted in hopes of altering course of fate,
Grateful to those who made room for his stay,
In a city where wealth was sign of intelligence,
Poverty denigrated~ tantamount to ignorance,
And class defined by the ancestry of bigoted;
There he found shelter, offered only as a loan,
Love not included in covenant of sustenance,
And mighty price required to learn existence:
Humiliated endurance, humbled-subservience…
That even in freedom-won, never sets one free,
Suffocating still in those embers carbon-fumed,
Life robbed of childhood throttling pitied tears,
Adulthood festering wounds of acrid memories
Spurned by summers and dejected by autumns,
Parching his life’s springs, stunting his seasons,
Caging his heart where his father’s ashes burn.
March 14, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1096
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Festering Wound
Categories:
denigrated, angst, death, memory, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
Peerless and unrivaled, you are the greatest of them all
Lo, how denigrated to some you have become
What misfortune to be labeled as frigid and bitter.
The beauty of your pureness sleek with sleet and reflected by daggers of sickle can turn any ice-cold heart warm like the fire your presence invites.
We handle fragile things with care because of their delicate nature.
The stillness and soft sound of the snow falling in the somewhat sad season
Only, it is sad because it is the shortest of them all.
To see you go is to look upon the face of Persephone approaching her repeated doom...
Categories:
denigrated, nature, remember, sad, seasons,
Form:
Elegy
Enslaved by clocks time piece, degenerating cold
Hours on end, defined as denigrated, old and retired
On movements standing still, of slow motion hands going nowhere fast
I wait in pain for her, my lover, with empathy endured
On shores of emptiness with hope, a cure for our tomorrow
Anticipation ends, when she approaches happy on the path again
Glowing as she laughs to break the curse of times embrace
Free to be released together once again forever
Soft feathers hide beneath, in pillows on the bed in secret
My love returns to me
We begin to settle with the covers fold
Concealed by morning for our privacy
As we become the lovers that we can
Fill in the vacancy of stolen moments in an instance with a kiss
Haunting desolation replaced by tenderness
We fall complete into the pillows dream
Flowing over meadows lavender
Heathers slow motion caresses gentleness
Waves of beauty through the breezes flow
In gestures royal above calm heavens held in hand
To fall in love as once before, once again, once more
We hold each other tighter for the warmth
Somber love endures into tomorrow in due course
Categories:
denigrated, absence, addiction, adventure, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Constant denigration
wears you down
you feel so small
as your efforts are
downgraded with cast-off scoffs.
Your pearls bedraggled,
lack lustre,
displayed dimmed and dulled,
squelched by doubt,
smeared in fear.
Duet performance discordant
sung in disharmony
with lead player out of tune,
tone-deaf.
Belittled, you be,
and bedraggled becomes you.
Categories:
denigrated, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Woke up and these were on my mind.
Away, stay, say, may.
Waited, adulated, emulated
Contemplated, ill-fated, denigrated.
Send, extend, bend, attend.
Console, extol, sole, troll.
There, care, share, where.
Utmost, perfect host, boast, ghost.
Talented, prevented, consented.
Situate, hesitate, wait.
Obstacle, ridicule, mule.
Your limerick challenge for the day.
Jim Horn
Categories:
denigrated, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Don't ask anything that's so improbable...
if your faith is lacking a strong foundation,
if it has doubt in folks who had a conviction:
didn't they fight to accomplish the impossible?
My question is, " Do miracles exist? "
Whenever I turn to, I sense disbelief in all;
who is ill and abandoned by a pitiless society
asks the same question of shameless betrayal;
beggars rely on generosity called handout,
they bow their heads expecting some empathy:
be moved by such suffering and denigrated sight,
harsh is their reality, heart-wrenching is their agony!
In the midst of allusion and deception ask yourself,
" Do miracles still exist? How strong is this belief? "
Stand firm, don't ever lose faith in all Humanity;
in your daily rush: slow down and redefine dignity!
Categories:
denigrated, america, betrayal, hope, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Rehab Again
I’m alone, I’m sick, in need of help to purge my body of this opiate fuelled existence.. no.... subsistence in which I am stuck.
One last blast before being subjected to yet another attempt at atonement via a ruthless regime if rehabilitation.
So tired, so sick and so tired of being sick and tired, wired, brain fried, that I voluntarily commit to being broken, denigrated, rebuilt, programmed, re-wired, restored and rejuvenated to the point where I can exist in my own skin.
One problem... I’m stuck with a bunch of degenerate drug users determined not to change, and me well I’m recovering from a motorbike accident that shattered my body, my mind and my soul, and left me with permanent pain and a drug habit to boot.
God grant me the serenity to accept oh ... blah blah blah... just accept the pain, accept the change, accept the challenge, stop laying blame, stop being a victim, start taking control, start taking responsibility and start again.
10/05/2018
Free Verse contest.
Sponsor Julia Ward.
Categories:
denigrated, addiction, drug, recovery from,
Form:
Free verse
Remain receptive and objective
Though environment spins crazy
Twisting and insisting subjective
Attempting to drive away Daisy
To coerce you to surrender
To wills and seals bent
On nurturing and culturing agenda
You feel reel Hell sent
Messages within passages manipulated
Slanted, blunted, hunted and diluted
In intermediate steps undulated
Serrated, berated, denigrated and rated
To dilute the image stalkers select
Within the ambit of malice
Meant to influence ambiences that elect
To incite sites so prone to demeaning Alice
Toppled from the pedestal in your soft centre
Where they feel Alice shouldn’t belong
Since in their view Alice shouldn't enter
Your heart in whole or in part cos they long
To coerce your heart to turn in favour of Iggy
Whom they believe meets fleets of their requirements better
Than Maggie, Peggy or Twiggy
From whom they’d received or sieved a warm love letter
Which in their assessment
Means a lot more than a quote
In your alcove and in your basement
Whether you float or gloat
Over a perceived weave of conquest
When your best vest vanquishes the rest
In heading hunting when your quest and request
Meets with success in your valley and in your crest
To attest you don’t joke or poke
Fun in meaningful matters in tuxedos or tatters
As you feel the deal of your coke
Flatters fiends and scatters harm hatters
As you discover wisdom
Beyond covers of the Bible
To free captives and natives from the thiefdom
You finally prove horrible and terrible.
Categories:
denigrated, poems,
Form:
Free verse
Imprisoned
They robbed me of time,
controlled me by their lenses
censored my opinions
took my rights away
mere men speculating
ignorant kings from central casting
spoke for simpleton from the Labs
convincing me of “Experimental” concoction
for which i must not sue.
They Robbed me of time,
shamming me for my choice
Taunting me with divisive tags
unvaxx unfit to live
They shut me in like a prisoner
Because i chose freedom
deny my right to move and travel
to gain control of my body
These experiment has failed
Yet they do not care,
Pharmaceutical toying with life
and Ignorant Dictators colluding
These Fascist
rode on our collective serendipity
Turned dictators
barring us like a plaque
discriminated
restricted
Denied
Abused
deprived
Banned
denigrated
Shamed
Coerced
Because i chose freedom
Categories:
denigrated, abuse, conflict, confusion, courage,
Form:
Free verse
This paranoia is trapping me like a ghost,
I see the spirits all around me,
And I don’t want to be the host,
They’re on a scaring spree:
Before I die I want to be free,
Oh, the life I lead,
I just need to see,
This sacred plead:
It’s killing me, oh the things I see,
So paint my portrait,
They’re right below my knee,
I feel denigrated:
Oh the webs I weaved,
Maybe I will be able to leave.
Categories:
denigrated, confusion, depression,
Form:
Spiritually, I FEEL highly favored and full of grace.
Emotionally, I FEEL calm, peaceful, and relaxed.
Financially, I FEEL fortunate and blessed.
Family-wise, I give love and FEEL loved.
Physically, and medically, I FEEL great.
I am pain-free and have no headaches.
Politically, I FEEL a deep concern.
I FEEL America's future is in jeopardy.
I FEEL that its foundation and its principles
are being compromised and denigrated.
I FEEL that prayer and righteousness are
The only hope for America and the world.
Moreover, in spite of all the well-meaning
Doomsday prophets, I FEEL that something very
Good and righteous is about to happen. In spite
Of dark clouds, stormy winds, and high tides,
I FEEL no room in my heart for negativity.
I FEEL lots of room in my heart for positivity.
But more important than what I FEEL is what I
Read and believe in the Holy Scriptures.
Everything I believe and read in the Holy
Scriptures; Everything I put my trust in and
Hope for; My belief, my trust, and my hope in
The Holy Scriptures of God. From this mighty
Source, I receive whispers of peace in my heart,
Telling me that God is good and that He has great
Plans for me and the kingdom that He's building.
I tell you, faith in God makes me FEEL mighty fine.
012023PSCtest, How Do You Feel. Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
denigrated, america, feelings,
Form:
Verse