Best Deplored Poems
Riding off into the Ivory Palace sunset,
in a pitch-black limousine, no less
Hear the heavy metallic chariot roar,
leaving exacerbated fumes echo deplored
Aural palette, enamel pestilent pain
on burnt crimson background grain
Scorching prairie brush fire
was the cruel comfort desire
It’s aghast portrait in pandemic grief,
pyramid scheme exit of paucity relief
The curtain call, pulmonary rating king
is a modern-day Nero
His favorite numbers (violin strumming)
are the printed zeroes
Fashioning a Fourth Reich,
naked emperor be blew Lenin unsound
Ballot dropping the psych,
bosom burning the divided house down
With a teary grift posturing diddle,
Amerikan Nero is playing the fiddle
Rearview rolling one last Rublecon riddle,
carny Fahrenheit was the plucking piddle
Crumbling democracy
was brimstone seen through the smoke
Ash trail of hypocrisy
left an urn nation crematorium stoked
12-29-20
This heavy guilt weighing on me,
Like too many leaves on a little tree
Covered in rain from a sky that poured
I hurt a person who I adored
If I could have just let things be,
Then maybe he could now run free
Instead he stands numb with a silent plea
My actions, once sweet, are now deplored
This heavy guilt
He and I, once we
Now like locks without a key
The distance so great we could never ford
But his name still on my heart is scored
I wonder if the world can see
This heavy guilt
My wife deplored her duty
But O' was she good-looking
She sold me on her beauty
But killed me with her cooking
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "A Funny Epitaph" Poetry Contest, Jesse Rowe, Judge & Sponsor.
The wolf at the window is held at bay
waiting with patience at our dismay
knowing that all must walk among
forest paths beyond the vale
safety breached to attain
something more than the disdain
of the fools that wish for more
than memories now deplored
the haunts exist by aftermath
in the forest where killers bay
knowing windows lead to doors
allowing all to damn their souls
it takes one chance for the claws
to take the flesh from safety’s arms
before the window is declined
what lays beyond will have its time.
Downward marriage falls seeking some relief
Children follow awkwardly, senses moan
Husband and wife acting out of belief
Three children entering chambers unknown
Locked in battle, the wife reaches for sword
Under advice, she unleashes all hells
Falsely accusing the husband deplored
Of abuse, harm, and hate to citadels
With one stroke of the pen, I was condemned
Guilty 'til proven otherwise I was
Cast out, no home, no gold, no kids, clemmed.
Without, alone, despaired, scorned, for no cause
Time to think, time to ponder, time to pray
My children became my crusade, that day
09/21/17
'Taking a disappointment in your life turning it into something positive'
Form: Sonnet
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
SONNET FOR WINDS OF CHANGE
Cross cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails
Tree tops are in restless susurration,
While cumbrous clouds traverse in vapour trails
Mead grass is fanned in wild undulation
Lake face whipped to agitated motion
Plumes roughed, wildfowl voyage with discretion
Gulls in-land tell of wild storms on ocean
All braced to face nature's bare aggression
When young I chose such rugged medium
Deplored the concept then of perfect peace
Such state suggested endless tedium
Hazard preferred to slow drawn out release
While I now sometimes seek respite from strife
I yet love winds that change, give breath to life
Beware the tenderness of anyone’s toes
Especially that of your friends and foes,
For pain, they say, is its own reward
Can be magnified with additional woes.
Carefully measure your daily deplored
Consider exactly what you can afford,
Wise to keep in mind the old, old saying
A pen is mightier than the sharpest sword.
Eschew the obnoxious mouthy braying
Think about those words you are saying,
Not easily embracing mundane compliance
Your time better spent in earnest praying.
Be skeptical of those who seek alliance
For they have capacity to offer defiance,
For your actions they do not think right
When you are seeking a friendly reliance.
Be aware, my friend, of every slight
Keep both friends and enemies in sight,
And walk your own paths in caution
Especially when strolling in darkest night.
Edited and re-written October 3, 2021
(not for a contest)
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!
I.
They say women don’t need men anymore,
that they can have it all on their own,
feminism claims it is the future,
and that it’s contingent on me to know
that everything’s just a social construct,
there’s no difference that we cannot change,
and they go and destroy any scientist
who has the sense and courage to explain
that millions of years of evolution
imprints on all of our genetic lines,
the differences are not just skin deep,
they leave a large impact on our minds.
Even here amidst the great western world,
where there is much legal equality,
you would think we’d see a half-and-half,
but it doesn’t break that evenly.
Women rule in social science and nursing,
men dominate construction and war,
even with money for the girls in the STEM
and endless rants or manhood deplored.
And should a woman become the rare one,
strong enough to make it into combat,
she’ll be in the bottom percentile,
unable to match men’s muscle mass.
But we’re afraid to point out the difference,
though it’s been know for millions of years,
we’ve naturals strength bound to our sex,
and this now seems a fact to be feared?
But what happens to the naïve young woman
basing the whole of their future upon
a career where nature’s stacked the deck?
What will happen if we’ve got it wrong?
I've been watching these two groups lately,
Left and right & all those between.
Where resolutions appear adrift or absent,
And legislation became downright mean.
The battling and the bickering, seems to be
Creating fear all along to blame.
While moderation and discourse through debate,
Has fallen painfully, only to face shame.
As this nationalism is bantered about,
Extolling the revered, capitalistic way
Only to 'trash talk' anything socialistic,
As if the demonic would come out to play.
And forget anything of a brave new world,
As globalization is fought and ignored.
Because that one world government might
Loom closer to some, & we know how that's deplored.
Yet we have also witnessed a dismal harvest,
When seeds of distrust finally bore their fruit.
While some felt it added to our greatness,
More saw only failure that was absolute.
Since our greatness isn't defined by the irrational,
Its definition lies with opportunity & equal chance.
So as we feed on our roots of diversity & fairness,
Our growth will be the fuel to romance.
My Grandmother had a sage saying,
she would regale us with, many times.
With various nouns for exchanging.
But, the meaning rang clear like a chime.
"Pretty is as pretty does".
If, as a diva, on of us girls was heard.
She would hit us with that saying because,
she knew actions spoke louder than words.
Being of a religious nature,
she deplored and showed her discontent,
of those that would shout out their own praise,
then would go about doing ill intent.
"Christian is as Christian does".
Grandma did guide us down that path.
She drummed into me that saying because,
she knew actions speak louder than words.
For the contest : In Other Words
Hosted by: Joe Flach
Placement:6th
** This poem was inspired by the wise sayings
of my Grandmother who raised us. This one means...
Actions speak louder than words.
MUSIC – Food for the Soul
Though we can’t touch it,
yet we can feel it,
Though we can’t see it,
yet we can hear it,
for it breathes life to our spirit,
and grants food to our soul,
awakens the melodies to hum in the tub,
a power for people of gospel unite,
and also at festive the heart to excite
though ye be deaf of tone or rhythm deplored,
it has a magic for want to seek more,
the tap of your feet, a satisfied need
poetic it needs to give it a face,
above all it glorifies lovers with grace,
no matter your status give music a chance,
a chemical formula,
your life shall enhance
The world shared some turmoil; what went wrong?
that was the question, deplored the argument;
It’s all about Pope Benedict’s address
given to his old university at Regensburg
in Germany where he had taught –
a number of years with total commitment,
genuine dialogue and contribution.
His theology speaks about history and faith
its rationality and intellectual debate
meant to participate without any regret;
with relationship between faith and intellect.
The darkness of a new episode or story to tell,
barbarism that the Pope fears in this generation;
perhaps abuse and neglect of fundemental values
that’s growing decadence of moral continuation.
It’s how he sees now the postmodern Europe,
in different ways where there are revelations;
a climate of relativism and shared influence
secularism in the service of separation.
What’s binding in his theological rejoinder
church’s original faith expressions and traditions
a cultural product of time shared with modern trust
revisited and highlighted with modern ideas.
Plato and Aristotle are indeed proponents
of Greek philosophical tradition;
their influence in the medieval Latin formation
shared some dialogue along with revelation.
What was exactly quoted in Pope Benedict’s address
referring to Manuel II Palaeologus
“show me just what Muhammad brought that was new,
and there you will find things only evil and inhuman,
such as his command to spread by the sword
the faith he preached.”
There’s a vivid brusqueness in this statement,
however, he explained between faith and reason;
the Muslim world reacted with anger and conclusion,
that Pope Benedict had denounced the Qu’ran in its existence.
Not in his own personal view how he said it,
without any polemics to pounce on its evil meaning
Qu’ran as an unmediated word of God;
the message of the Prophet it descended –
on Muhammad; it came from God.
Hostility continued to draw the line of division,
A process of theological need and understanding
With shared witness and value in today’s relativism,
Pope Benedict had reason completely credible.
A lass named Fancy found herself forlorn,
for in her world, the hues like gray and brown
prevailed, so Fancy wanted to adorn
herself with colors: boredom weighed her down!
Her people shunned bright objects and deplored
the colors’ burst of rainbows in their sky.
However, such rare arches she adored,
so Fancy wished for wings that she might fly. . .
She sat and pondered; then a feathered quill
came drifting down; she wrote, and poetry
sprang forth! With joy, her heart began to fill
as imagery replaced monotony!
Though Fancy wore no wings, she FELT them there;
She realized no longer would she thirst
for beauty, for her words soared through the air.
That flight of fancy came with colors’ burst!
Written 5/19/14 by Andrea Dietrich
for the Imagination Contest of Dave Wood
The soldiers winter is the Winter Soldier.
Reality shows the totality of evils depravity. Some see it as a formality when evil begins rioting. It is a catastrophe when the pirating of evil destroys tranquility. To ignore evil summer is a tragedy. Heretofore it is time for those who possess Truths gallantry to stand in solidarity against evils brutality. Explaining Truths tapestry is not a chore. Learning to explore the gravity of Truths morality is the canopy for the heart's capacity to overcome the duality of Good and Evil, to destroy all apathy. I implore understand blasphemy at its core. Hate create carnality with angers lore. Hate is stifling and leads to Agony within the heart of vanity. Hate begins silencing Loves exposure. Stop the ignorance of Hate by resting upon the shoulder of Yeshua's enlightening closure. Yeshua is the Heavenly Father's Humidor. Gallantly overcoming Calvary to restore the opening for salvation to soar in forgiveness and spirituality. Yeshua's Loving veracity is evils fatality. The family is the purpose for the creation of every Galaxy. Evil loves Calamity. Evil wants you to believe that Love is a fantasy. Please don't be hates casualty. The strategy of Yeshua's majesty is more than inspiring, knowing Yeshua will soon stand upon the shore with a Roar and evil will know what is truly frightening. Those who understand Yeshua's composure will place the Truth of Love in their holster. Tactfully that Love begins deepening in the hearts of those who deplored Truths sanity. Evils heart will smolder as Truth starts brightening the door, then hate will feel loves foreclosure. Are you inquiring about Truths boulder? Truths faculty are those who loves Truths acquiring. Younger, older it does not matter if you have Truths controller. Wrathfully evil will fight against the one who is solar. The Lion of Zion with Truth created the Winter Soldier to explain evils score with agility, hoping to pour out the Truth to protect everyone from the coming calamity. Hate is a splinter. Thankfully we are made bolder because Yeshua is Truths Center. With that Truth evil has felt every ounce of the soldiers winter, it does not matter if you are rich or poor, Yeshua has already won the war.