Best Depriving Poems
They know how to press those buttons,
With just a familiar chosen word or two,
How to enrage one's spirit with a tone,
A glance sharp enough to pierce the skin.
A will that screams, I am better than you,
Stronger, louder...how they deftly dominate.
Sometimes a controlled backfire is needed
To control the intensity of growing flames.
A tempest tipped to dissipate, to drown itself
In blending the cold air with welcome warmth
As atmospheres of milder temperatures prevail,
Mildly melding together, creating a balmy breeze.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
Those couples who argue and make up will relate to the metaphors
used in this poem. A definition of *backfire is for those from other countries.
NORTH AMERICAN
*backfire: a fire set intentionally to arrest the progress of an approaching fire by creating a burned area in its path, thus depriving the fire of fuel.
A Nation Lost
When did it happen
that we became
a nation of haters?
Not just the few hate groups,
but millions of us.
What happened that
we have turned neighbor
against neighbor?
Caused people to be afraid
to pray outside of their
chosen sanctuary?
Made small children fear
their parents will be taken away?
When did it become okay
to mock disabilities,
to prey on people’s insecurities?
We had made progress,
though much still needed to be done.
With just one single election,
we took a giant leap
into the past,
dredging up old divisions and
creating new ones.
Threatened is the security
of health care,
carving away hard-earned benefits
of the indigent and elderly,
cutting food stamps for
those who are most needy,
decimating the environment for greed,
depriving our children and grandchildren
of their rightful inheritance,
destroying Nature’s good earth.
But forget religion of any kind.
We now worship money.
Democracy? Forget that, too.
Our oligarchy is healthy
and growing healthier every day.
But don’t ever give up!
Do not slip quietly into
the land of darkness and hate.
Speak up. Fight for truth.
It is up to all of us to shine light
into the blackness and work to
restore goodness and democracy
to our nation.
Who is my enemy?
Do I really know? Those
who are waging a war to amass
lands or wealth, or those who
are depriving the downtrodden
of food and shelter, which are
the rights for every individual!
From childhood, I was
encompassed by love,
and kindness, that was
my blessings...in a humble
surrounding!
Father’s love,
Mother’s affection,
showered on me,
kindness from
neighbours! Sibling-
rivalry? No, that didn’t
hurt or destroy my life!
Who are my
enemies? Those who
competed for excellence in school?
Or who never
congratulated me on my
success! Negative thoughts,
despair, jealousy - are those our
enemies! Enmity couldn't
crush my determination to
reach a destination.
Sometimes I blame the war-torn
situation, which caused my parents
to suffer miserably! But my mother,
who embodied kindness
and empathy, taught me
to hate the hatred, imbibe
the inner peace she
exemplified!
So on this day, even
when being crushed by
disharmony and discord...
war, hunger, poverty, racism in the
world, I feel truly peaceful and
embrace acceptance about
my own hopes, successes and
failures. I wish happiness
for whoever loved me,
appreciated me, or who did not…
I wish them peace,
the way I have been blessed!
I pray for absolute
Harmony on the planet,
Our own Earth! Pray
for a serene dawn when sun
rises to wipe out all darkness.
Although moon glints, I am inconsolable
This womb, your harbor
Nourished by splendor of days, nights
While we wait in anticipation for life...
Fifteen weeks it is, come evening
As I imagine a baby so pure
Dwindling her toes, chuckling aloud:
Till your pulse beat slips ticks away
As my voice quietly murmurs,
'Rachel, fight the gush,
Your pink cradle waits for you at home.'
I wail through hours, ripped by breaths forlorn
The navel's cord
Disconnecting in the thorn of frozen silence,
When labor pains my body endures
Nothing to gain, everything to lose
Duskfall wakes, new morn vanishes:
Looking at you on gauzy sheets
The ghost of emptiness rears--
Depriving a cradle of laughter unborn
That I cannot imagine an angel winging,
O not now...
Not when I ache and moan unto heaven, aggrieved ~
Contest of john lawless, Let 'Er Rip Part #2
~ Based on my first cousin's experience
12/14/2018
NATIONAL IRONY
All hail the giant of Africa,
Giant of bribery and corruption
Giant of poverty and wailing
Giant in the face of frustration
and hunger.
What Giant is in the soul of Tyrant?
'We are here to serve the masses'
But they serve their personal interest
and enrich thief selfish pocket.
Your money is soaked with the
bitter tears of the poor!
'A descent life for all '
But they impoverish our helpless heart,
Look unto our street and see thousands of descent citizen.
'Health care service for all'
But they refuse to honour the
pulse of medical practitioner,
They cause falseful close down
of our health centers.
Their promise should have been fulfilled
If only we have vaccines in our
hospitals not even an atom of antibiotics.
'Police is your friend, Bail is free'
Why are innocents going through
the pain of the crime they commit not?
But your falseful fine could feed
a whole nation three times.
'Kick against indiscipline K.A.I'
But they kick against public fund,
Kicked against human right,
Kicked against our democracy,
Kicked against National growth.
'Security For all'
But they loot our defence money
They cause 'Boko' to waste life's
Your actions caused our abducted
Skirt homeless and hopeless.
'Equality before the law'
Why are you depriving good
standard of living from us?
You steal trillions of money
to impoverish your brothers
and sisters of the soil.
'Reduce the rate of poverty'
But your policies leads to inflation
We Now wear rag for cloth
While your clothing allowance
can shelter thousand heads.
'Reduce crime rate'
But look into our schools,
cultism is highly ubiquitous
Graduate turn robbers,
Kidnaping here and there
All happened due to your
actions and inaction.
I don't know where the future
of this country is moving to,
Everything is now getting worst
'Things are now falling apart'
Whose fault is it that such
has befallen us?
© Adedamola Quadri Adeniyi
All Right Reserved 2016
what is very much important today is nothing,
nothing is important as this huge world
in a small handing of man is messed with.
What is good?
My language, my culture,my now
and above all my people.
Friendship is a bridge that can over flood prompting you to divert to another way,
Love a best sword you have against you.
What is good? Politics is just an art of depriving good
good from others towards the self.
Religion is the social science of viewing oneself as holier
and fit for heaven than that which you know not of.
Brotherhood is yet another complicated phenomenon.
What is Good?
Born in their meadows and
bread for the masses - to
culture exploited, a suture
‘livery of freedom’
he spun on the wheel ~ I
canvas my flag, and the future.
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Khadi means handspun and handwoven cloth. In 1918, Mahatma Gandhi started his movement for Khadi as relief programme for the masses living in India's villages.
Raw materials then were entirely exported out of the country by the colonists and re-imported as costly finished cloth, depriving the local population of work and profits on it.
Gandhi didn’t just revive India’s flagging Khadi industry, he made the humble hand-spun fabric the symbol of all things swadeshi (indigenous to the country). When he encouraged people across India to boycott foreign clothes, spin their own yarn and wear Khadi, he was encouraging them to rediscover their pride in their heritage while lending support to their rural brethren.
It is also the most sustainable and eco-friendly product whose production requires no electrical support or fossil fuel and generates no toxic waste.
This fabric keeps you warm in winter and cool in summer!
The Indian national flag is always made of Khadi - It is not just a fabric but a way of life.
www.thebetterindia.com/95608/khadi-history-india-gandhi-fabric-freedom-fashion/
My Monster
Every week on Good Friday I get restless
Palpitations rise for my week end disasters
A monster boldly barges into my silent abode
Depriving me of my peaceful slumber
Crash! Now which crockery has ended its life?
The moment I reach the dreaded site
Littered remnants of mugs and glasses
Sprayed on the kitchen floor
Having an afternoon nap is a crime indeed
The dining tablecloths are scrooped down
And I curse my heavy eyelids for drugging me
I wake up to run and my shoes are not there
The good Lord save me! My kitchen cabins
Are invaded, explored and ransacked
The bright packages are crushed and ripped
Salty and sweety snacks carpet the freshly scrubbed floor
I pads, mobile phones, remote controls vanish
I magically recover my drowning hopes
When their batteries are over
My heart beats louder than the speakers
Strumming the beats of nursery rhymes
Till tiny flakes start peeling off the quaky roof
The iridescent walls showcase
The world's finest art repertoire
Nothing short of an international gallery of art
The monster is finally trapped on the garden swing
Smiling gleefully with an outstretched arm
All frowns erase when the two year old
Bob cut tomboy dramatically wails
Granny! Granny! Granny! Granny!
Contest: My Monster
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Hey you, you say, are you busy?
Hey you, you say, don’t be lonely.
Hey you, you say, you sinned.
I say, who are you to judge me?
Who are you to drug me?
Who are you to slander me, attack me?
Who are you bullying me with noise, day and night,
and depriving my family and me of earnings?
Why don’t you go away? Forever. Begone Satan.
Go back to your grave. The light of God
offers joy, peace, learning, gifts—that’s not you.
What have you to offer but the stink of past?
When I loved you, you were lonely, hurting.
I loved to stop the hurt. To protect the innocent.
When I loved you, I thought you meant me well.
You took a knife and cut my throat and laughed.
I don’t want you zombie. I love life.
You have bandaged your own self-image so falsely
around yourself you stink. Even the grave
doesn’t wish to hold you. Shame. Be ashamed.
Leave me in peace to make my life anew.
Even if you’re all I have, I still reject you.
You have never once said you're sorry,
never once admitted you did wrong.
Who gives you the right to teach people a lesson
that hurts? I'm not an electron, I hurt, cry.
Who gives you the right to make a joke of me
play it before a cast of thousands?
Are you so dead you forgot people hurt and cry.
Are you so smart you think no one knows how
snotty you are, how insulting and abusive?
That life was no fun for me. Be damned.
A gentle breeze
Forever remembered
A luscious glade
Cold under your feet
A rich blue sky
Seemingly unreal
Beautifully arousing aromas
Tasting without touch
Pleasingly soft sand
To bathe yourself in
A sensuous bed of leaves
To wrap yourself in
A pleasurably warm ocean
Stimulating your senses
Lustful love
Forever wanting
Incapacitating desire
Depriving your concentration
You lose yourself
In natures tempting ways
Seducing you to stay
I chose
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech
HD computer screen.
A slave
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of
Clicking keys;
Depriving me
Of much
Needed rest.
I’d Search
For Love
And friendship
In a network
Of strangers,
Oblivious to
The world
Outside.
I would’ve
Made a great
Defense lawyer.
With my
Appetite to argue.
I’d rescue
Common crooks,
Convicted of crimes;
From the
Confinements
Of a cell.
I’d lobby
For leniency
With lavish
Litigation laws.
Dedicating myself
To Dissembling
The Death penalty
I should’ve
Joined
The army,
A proud patriot,
Surpassing
My peers
Through promotion;
From a potato peeling private,
To a more
Prominent position.
Pushing my
Paratroopers out
Of a plane.
Parading my men
On the field
Of battle.
I’d receive
A war
Winning wound,
Perhaps a
Purple Heart.
I could’ve
Been a detective.
Cleverly cracking
Cold cases-
CSI style,
Coercing confessions
From criminals
And Con-men.
Collecting a
Cheap watch,
As compensation
For my commitment
To the precinct.
I should’ve
Been a doctor.
Devoting my life
To curing
The incurable,
Letting long hours
Deprive me
From family.
Always
At the
Beckon call,
Of work
Provided beeper.
Carrying out
Curative procedures,
On clients
That are
Scarcely clinging
To life.
I would’ve
Made a
Terrific teacher.
Choosing to
Live my life
Through the
Youthfulness of
My students.
Teaching them
To take on
The world
With caution
And Confidence.
Lecturing them
With lessons
Of longevity.
Disguising
My desire-
Jealous of
Their youth.
My choice,
Was not to
Focus on
One aspect
Of life,
But to
Experience
Them all.
With the stroke
Of a pen,
I walk
All paths.
I chose
All destinies.
I could’ve
Been this,
Or been that…
I should’ve
Done this,
Or done that…
I would’ve
Made this
Or made that…
Instead,
I chose to write.
Cling to the last fragments of your credence
Forgetting all mistakes and faults
Forgiving the critics of their impotence
and slandering those the world exalts
They can lock an animal in a cage
Depriving it of its God-given right
However can never take away its rage
So they instead put it in a vexatious plight
Despite this all and control of a tyrant
Driven by a claim of purity
A claim of which he needs to recant
I would have pity for one with such calamity
But for those who hope wrongdoing on another
And receive from it some sick sense of pleasure
I wish for you a long life and pain in which you smother
For they are great and to them you are of no measure
As comforting the song of an angel calming the rage of the caged animal and setting it free
That same angel's song heals the enraged caged animal's wounds inside of me.
A.W. Nutter
“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”
What sin did I commit
To become your obsession
You forced me to submit
To your physical violations
A frightened little child
Bowing to his master
As the soul is defiled
The crowd grows louder
“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”
Pain, I learned to embrace
The torture haunts my dreams
Is this why I fell from grace
Depriving you of my screams
You lay me gently on my back
Viewing the guillotines blade
Blood sprays as it severs my neck
My vision lingering before it fades
Fully awake gasping for air
Emotions overtaken with dread
Believing it was another nightmare
Hearing the whispers beside my bed
“Off with his head!”
“Off with his head!”
Oh, what tangled webs we’re willing to weave,
When from our good senses we take leave,
Ignoring the Higher power.
With reckless abandon and lavish expenses,
We drink bitter dregs sin’s cup dispenses,
For sensual pleasures of the hour.
We pay for the pleasures we pursue,
For a measure of mirth, exciting and new.
“Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”
Why believe a lie from history cast
Depriving us of life with future vast;
Weaving tangled webs, empty and dry?
Christ is the answer. Give Him a try.
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive.—Sir Walter Scott
Fascinated by his charm wishing to lie deep in his arms,
Staring at his picture I begin to wonder how is he as a lover.
Very interested in all his attention I am willing to go long distance to reach my destination.
I am desire driven he is my sexual craving.
My fantasies are arousing just to feel his kisses.
As my body twitches, involuntary my muscles start contractions.
As he starts to touches, I become helpless.
Sensations are so overwhelming devastation passionate detonations.
I love the way he touches, his fingers caresses.
Fantasizing his lips walking down my spine, him whispering, “Forever be mine”.
Familiarizing his body with mines our eyes collide.
I become paralyze unable to move, bonded like super glue.
As his eyes speak to me passionately, he is a prodigy, never depriving me.
I ride him like the Kentucky Derby, on it like a stick shift I begin to drip.
He begins to bite his bottom lip, as he moans making his deposit.
My body moves with smooth intent, as I squeeze and grip.
I gently lay my head upon his chest, our body rest.
He glances into my eyes and whispers, “goodbye”.
I blink one time and my fantasy memorizes quickly and dies.
I again, softly close my eyes and only darkness resides.