Best Denounce Poems
A burst of white light
gamma rays, overbearing
a flash of brilliance
burns through to my soul
everything is like hell
the world starts to melt
in the blink of an eye
just the cold blackness
of night
I don't care if I am not again
what I once was, for at this moment
I am greater now
than ever before
I took the path between
teetering, tight roping walking
right up to my right
divined in my unholy state
I thought I told you
I am your king
still you sit there, hesitating
I know you hate me
what does that mean?
I hate just about everything
still I'm chosen
I did not wish before
now bow down to me
refuse me no more
for I shall always be your demon
until you accept me as your King.
I don't even know you
though you say we used to be
best of friends, you and me
the day you ditched me
I remember now
exactly how it played out
back when we were just tiny things
even back then I still was King
you thought me stupid
just a ruse
I would laugh inside, you see?
not one of you single, mean people
ever even knew me
in a world, mostly seen to me
that is why only I can be your true King
and bring forth a new source
of light everlasting.
As two worlds collide slowly aligned
one wrapped in shadows
one bathed in white
evils swirling in the clouds above
I'll always be the king you love
to hate or despise as in your blood
I thought I told you, I am the one
I am the way, the way out shall be shown
breathe in my spirit as it carries you away
breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space
and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough
higher than you've ever dreamed of
for I am king now, and your in my hell
your in my imagination, I'll just never tell
you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now
if you try and see
you were always found the most
shared in the light cast upon me
the last bright star in heaven.
Denounce my name, if you may
One year later, still not afraid
A black sheep, a darkened spade
That's just life, I'm not right
I'm in the wrong, follow along
Like a piper, I'll pitch a song
Mesmerized, the weak wills sing
I thought he told you, he's still our king.
I’ve an anger which cannot be hidden!
A burning passion that comes unbidden!
My Soul desolated with grievous rage,
reacts with furious justified outrage!
Occasioned by the offences of ignorance,
bigotry, discrimination and intolerance!
Though evil are the ravages of vandalism,
they pale to the magnitude of racialism!
Colour, creed, even the shape of the eye
is little enough to make bigots cry:
“He’s not of us! He’s a different breed!”
“Watch him close or he’ll do us an ill deed!”
There is no cause for remarks such as these,
but pestilent views are like a disease!
Some ill chosen words expressed in vague
terms, insinuate like a fatal plague!
Ethnic slurs in the guise of humour, fester!
With but one angry response one protester,
can incite more slander, which raging out of hand,
foments a backlash! Runs rampant! Inflames the land!
But racism is a sword with a two edged blade!
It cleaves not only those on whom it’s laid
but those who scorn to curb their vicious tongue
from whom such defamatory words have sprung!
Can we not accept those who are not as us?
Must we blame the innocent for the fuss
instigated by such biased perception?
Let us quash ignorance at its inception,
or by default we shall be guilty too!
By using diverse conceits we construe
to make imprudent acts lawful decrees!
While disregarding all impassioned pleas
for tolerance! Unless we denounce this blight,
or take a stand and with fortitude, to fight
and end disharmony, discord and dislike!
Racialism and hatred will flourish alike!
Rhymer April 1st, 2017.
A barrister tottering through alleys of London,
Alcohol-shamed when espied;
Slinking home at four in the morning,
To a pillow of tears never dried.
Sidney Carton's the wretch whom others denounce,
He groans at his puffy, ruined face in the mirror;
Daring not to yearn for dreams long abandoned,
Departed down whiskey-dulled rivers.
Still from eye's corner notes he the resemblance
To erstwhile hero, Charles Darnay:
That dashing Frenchman who's captured the heart
Of the woman for whom Carton secretly prays.
So, milking that resemblance for all it is worth,
Carton offers up his life, brutish and mean,
Inserting his own head, instead of Darnay's,
'Neath the knife of 'Madame Guillotine.'
When sure of morality down here on Earth,
We suddenly uncover confusion,
Villains prove heroes and heroes mere villains:
Is Certainty but an Illusion?
Betrayer of thoughts
Seeker of lies
Cold and calloused
The one who despised
King of the world
Prince of the air
Fortune and glory
Yet not you cared
Fallen betrayal
Hopeless revenge
Promises of peace
Souls unhinged
Destructive desertion
Weaver of all woes
Murderous aggression
Founder of foes
Slithering waste
Serpent of doom
Roses are withered
While thorns are bloomed
Master of nothing
Throne to no heir
True mercy is given
To those who beware
Accept his lies
Seal your fate
Or denounce your wickedness
For Heaven awaits
Entered into Free For All contest
11th place
1st place in P.D.'s Old Contest Entry
Beware of Satan, for He's a cunning
trickster, well-versed in tactics of deceit.
But alas, these words fall upon deaf ears;
sin's addiction isn't easy to defeat.
Blind to the truth, some cannot see its light,
and thus, are lost to the dark forever.
Impressed by their image in the mirror,
they consider themselves learned and clever.
The games continue; meanwhile, Satan smiles
with contentment at the follies of Man.
And navigating the dark corridors
of the mind, Evil plots its master plan.
When you realize what is happening,
you seek out God on a different path.
And prayers laced with melancholy thoughts;
you beseech His mercy, yet fear His wrath.
When seeking God's unconditional love,
it'd help to be repentant and humble.
And if you denounce sin for what it is,
its glided facade will start to crumble.
WHY MEN ARE CALLED GROOM AND WOMEN BRIDE
Hullabaloo and cacophony etched in your Union,
Soliloquies to break up with your said-protagonist of a spouse,
You forgot your beautiful euphony, word fusion
When the beginning of two you can't even denounce.
Six months will turn sixty years, hopefully,
Only if you refuse to pull off the plug.
Hope to reminisce your days in the solitary.
Scattered equations be fixed like a computer bug
Malfunctioning & calculating 2 plus 2 as three.
Why is the newly wedded Man called GROOM,
And the woman, full of mystery, called BRIDE?
Her chromosomes which is genetic info room
Is like a deep ocean even as you swim with the tide.
Wedding day was when you 'ere commissioned as GROOM
For the new task of a durational long learning passage.
Nobody calls her WIFE on wedding days but BRIDE,
Your Union overtime will birth it's own adage:
Man "grooms" his BRIDE to become the WIFE.
That's why Men are called "Bridegroom" when he's trending,
Grooming connotes patiently nurturing, teaching her to thrive,
Helping her become and carefully tending.
The altar is for two madly-in-love MATURED mates,
Patiently inclined to groom and to be groomed.
High expectations may automatically results to hate,
To become a WIFE she must be graciously groomed,
It doesn't mean one has the edge.
Before thinking separation, have you groomed her?
Give time for understanding, your universe will merge.
The HAND will need to be patient with the PUZZLE
Else a scattered piece, a show of tumbled King,
Broken Queen will surface, alongside dilapidated Castle.
She's to be your WIFE but still your BRIDE inspite the ring,
Just GROOM the BRIDE, don't painfully hustle
Cos your Union isn't a semantic struggle tussle
If only you follow Divine steps to avoid the hassle.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 7th May, 2020.
(As Galileo left the session of the Inquisition
at which he had been forced to deny his own
discovery that the earth orbited the sun, and
had to "admit" that the earth was static, he
murmured, "eppur si muove" ("but it moves").
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
—Brahma eva idam visvam(1)—
A life neither has beginning because beginning is Brahma
or end because end is Brahma, it rides on a wagon named Karma(2)
and goes as a wheel whirls.
I came to this very spot becoming a sun, a moon and the stars
following the stream which carries anguish, and one day
I must cross; since it’s impossible to see the past because
there is no beginning or end, I wonder how to manage a day
when everything changes without beginning or end;
I came this far becoming a sun, a moon and the stars
and wandering in a wasteland looking at the bridge
beyond eternity.
In this barren soil:
though flowers bloom, they smell of death
that tempts to ruin me;
though there is a spring,
it’s bubbling sand seen in a mirage to intensify my thirst;
though there are fruit bearing trees,
the taste of fruit is more bitter than Eden’s forbidden fruit;
though there are snows,
they come as a blizzard and pierce the skin to tear it to pieces.
Since Brahma is on the other side of Elysium
no matter how much you wander in this boundless barren land,
though it may seems within hand’s reach, you would never be able
to touch; because your anguish, the reality of life is nothing more than
pursuing a pain, a spinning of a wheel of Karma.
Although my body is worn out
I have no place to lay my body down;
although my wounded soul is wailing
no place to bury my soul to rest,
and if this is my Karma to be accepted,
how do I untie these entangled knots of anxiety.
I exist, therefore my six(3) senses feel and perceive reasons,
then, how do I denounce this Sabba,(4) or deliver from suffering,
for that is the reason I exist.
All phenomena, however, to undergo everyone as Atman(5)
carrying their own Karma, because Brahma is everything
and Karma is the footmarks of ever changing mundane world.
1. Brahma eva idam visvam: Brahman, indeed, is this world-all. 2. Karma: destiny.
3. Six Senses: five basic physical senses plus soul or intellect. 4. Sabba: this world.
5. Atman: soul, ego, or I.
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Should I Dream For Another Thousand Years
Should I dream for another thousand years
Dare this soul to its former self denounce
Times that I succumbed to shallow fears
Or a shadow tiger about to pounce
Through the darkling-cast mists of ancient tears.
Should I dream, a paradise to reside
Wherein Cupid's arrows so daftly fly
Life and love joining with heart to confide
Secrets of earth, beauty of new Spring sky
Time's decay, seeking newer trails ride.
Should I dream, eternity is my path
A sojourn through this maze, a gentle walk
Seek virgin stream for a renewal bath
Gaze at bright-lit night sky and deign to talk
About youth, folly and my once raging wrath.
Should I dream, my vanity is a scar
Its remedy a mere walk in the park
An early morn trek, one not too, too far
A realization, but one not too stark
As to leave catastrophe's door ajar.
Should I dream for another thousand years
Dare this soul to its former self denounce
Times that I succumbed to shallow fears
Or a shadow tiger about to pounce
Through the darkling-cast mists of ancient tears.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-06-2021
Rhyme, ( Within The Human Soul Rests A Shadow )
Tribute given inspiration gained by my reading
this morn, Alfred Tennyson's truly magnificent poem,
"Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal".
Return to me oh fickle son
while your mother weeps
search on for call of the Jay
though elusive Cardinal sleeps
the roads took me back
to voiced memory fair
though flesh substance lack
red ribbons of flowing hair
I a begger have not an ounce
for those unwitting palms
yet rule of law denounce
except in whispered psalms
love fulfilled in child's smiling treasure
all sins forgiven, each in equal measure
epilogue
~~~She was only three, when he, at eighty-three, breathed his last...
the joy of new beginnings now forever linked to an unknown yet precious past~~~
That life is a struggle, there's no denying
when the distance between light and dark
is just one misstep across the boundary line
Problematic for mankind since time began
Prompted by the reminder of crows flying
I have need to heed his words in the great book
There's truth there to find courage and strength
Armor and shield to prepare me for the fight
In chapter and verse I found it when I searched
for the way out, a way to escape the sea of madness
I pray not to get lost in the dark swells I abhor
It's the only way to assure my soul's salvation
Ravens roost there, in a forest of leafless trees
where damnation spills its virulent seeds
There, in the shadows of the valley of death—
like carrion for the picking, is how they see me
Blackguard avians wanting to spread their disease
Beady eyes following me as I walk through the mist
Waiting like vultures for me to take my last breath
To save myself from plight of battle and eternal death
I pray to defeat the demons crying out for me,
concentrate on the consciousness of mind over matter
and denounce the thought of "What will be, will be."
I must avoid the darkness for in its shadows, sings
the ruthless caws of ravens, fluttering their black wings
I've come to despise the sound of their beastly cries
Behind me the sound arises again, that baleful cawing
and ominous sight; the murder of crows taking flight
Overhead, they squawk a challenge with talons clawing
but I will face the soulless demons that tyrannise me
To their offers of temptation, I vow never to succumb
for a sin it would be to forsake my will to remain free
that's the future age of the deceiver
peace on earth,hell in heaven
it's an ancient plan
jews betrayed their religion erased ALLAH'S words and rewrote the Torah and the talmud (win,win deciet)
christians betrayed their religion accepted the continuous hammering of the Bible from constantine the pagan to james the ***,
moslems betrayed their religion ALLAH saved his Qur'an so the tampered with the practice and accepted fake sayings on their prophets tongue and raised it above Qur'an
my dear fellow human don't denounce the sole creator for the betrayal of the creation
he offered free will and warnings
these are no different religions they are all one
spirituality is the essence but not in an illiterate manner searching mortals for immortality is as ugly as can be
religion is humanity at it's best
no fancy synagogues,churches,mosques
the whole earth is worship ground
peace upon all ,all includes who still doesn't believe
you can never offer religion at the tip of your sword
Tamer Hossam
History is no mystery
Unless you were born
A descendant of scorned
African tradesmen and tradeswomen
Stolen from their lives
Of husband wives
Children and wise old ones
Whose brown skin kissed by sun
We lived with the lies
In the shadow of cries
To get over it let it die
The nerve of you guys
No one says get over the Holocaust
For us sympathy and empathy is lost
Still we will live with forever chained
To ancestors genetically despite vain
Attempt to erase their worth
Denounce their struggle
To even pray their own way
For you drug them to church
To read bibles that glorified you
Tribalism prohibited and refused
To Allah God you must explain your “truth”
The dreams are the ones who enjoy our lives
So jump of the cliff and denounce your ride
Never look back, for single fly
Or to the unpredictable sky
Don’t let the thunder announce your demur
Shine to the future on your dry hands
Color your zebra stripes
Dace to the narrated smile of a wrinkled woman electing to part
To me all of us are fools
We are just ponies on a stride
There is no one who can empathize
We are in that simple transaction of life
Yet the one who will define our lives
Birds, follow your dreams
Climb the tallest wall, otherwise tear Berlin down
Stay close to your own footsteps
It will turn your predicted past
Put away your dolls, but keep them
They will soon rise to the light
Let the green surround you, and enrich you with its forceful gist
Sit back, but don’t unwind
It’s what we do now that will define our drive
Drive far away and write your path
The footsteps on the sand are the letters of your own book
The remains of your friendships are grips of your dance
Don’t be afraid of loosing a gasp of air
Keep hope on your save box and throw away the lock
Let it drown to the bottom of the ocean,
Let the wind take you by
Far, far, far …
Why is it in this world
People never can agree
There’s bigotry, prejudice and hatred
Around us, so clear that all can see
People argue and fight to prove
That there way is correct
With no room for compromise
To them there is no doubt
That they are the chosen ones
They speak with their God direct
Who has given them a special right
To denounce others who would dare,
Question the infallibility, of one so fair
Expect no justice, peace or freedom to exist
It never can, it never will, until we can agree
Were not just nations but a world-wide community
That looks after all its peoples where ever they may be
Which ensures that all respect the rights of humanity
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