Best Derisively Poems

His wise council and kind patience bolstered my resolve
to overcome my youthful woes and nightmarish troubles solve.
His humanity may have saved my life. His memory I hold dear.
But whenever the name Mister James arose—
Other kids just called him q****—By Poet


It’s May of 1966.  Mr....

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Written: September 19, 2023
Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest           Sponsored by: Silent One 
"Do not be afraid of death. Death transforms to something wider. Death is where it all starts but it is not the end."...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).


Melancholia’s...

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Everybody in the building knew
what happened the other day
Everybody in your home office knew too,
your carefully crafted cover was blown
Big news media explosion made it get blown away,
no one now believes a word you say
Years of portraying yourself as something you were not,
exposed now as...

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"Is It I?....Is It I?....
                                       No!....
 ...

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We, my wife and I, were living 
With our son in an Indian Metropolis.
It was sometime before 
I took up my assignment in Africa. 

I was just vegetating,
When I came across an ad—for holiday-homes.
Prospective customers were 
Invited to discuss their holiday-plans. 
And there was free...

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Modern day scoffers say,
only the strong will survive
That the weak will be eaten alive
Only T-Rex,
cold-blooded logic will thrive

The talking serpents e-vol hiss, 
instincts of compassion and kindness won’t abide
Forgiveness is viewed as fleece clothing
to bear skins 
sin cloaked in naked pride
Warmly showing forth utter soft,...

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You always aspired to the distinguished air
That tends to attend the depths of despair,
Strove to emanate the sophistication
You associate will suicidal tendencies

Wallow in an elegant depression,
A pretty little picture perfect portrait
Of a contemporary damsel in distress

The world is your stage
And the stage is your world

In...

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Byword People (Came By Way)



Pitch black was the day after
the nightmare before
When the blue wails
washed upon the sunset shore
Dark journey’s end for the castoff children,
who were unspoken for

Idol eyes resting carelessly,
got sin windswept upon a western breeze
Towards a bitter labor colony destiny

An ancient reign of...

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He takes a lone journey leaving out everyone 
He looks right, left and right again
Searching out for the faces in sight
He sneaks in the shield of darkness
With smacking and drooling lips
And lustful bulging eyes 
Mirroring only scrumptiousness

Unable to wrest his mind’s biddings
He muffles his mumbling...

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Fear of numbers is real
They carry adding machines on their backs
Attack with loaded numbered guns
Divide, subtract, multiply the family by one
Sneak up from behind derisively
With two times the pleasure two times the fun
Double their trouble running numbers up to one
Digits on hands and toes repeat...

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Words in life 
are easily scorned,
derisively decided worthless
and yet;
I hear it, whispering through the wind, 
welcome in anticipation...
your voice. 
Sealing those canvasses
shut. 
Waiting, on words 
the brushed bruising of lips,
quickly accepting of my own 
two, too blushed,
too blooming. 
It is not just words I wait...

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A Friday from hell

I was writing about consumerism.
What is the point when people get up at five in the morning?
buying tumble driers that use plenty of electricity in a country
where the sun shines nearly every day.
A new computer when they can upgrade the old one...

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Mind if I tell you, honestly, I’m not
Proud of obstructionists who forget peoples’ needs
Who speak derisively of folks like me …
Call us liberals because we see vast acres of land
Lying fallow while millions go hungry for a place,
While the wealth of the nation is pocketed...

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My mule is intelligent, and it loves me.
perhaps it loves everybody,
it's a rental.

I need a shot of confidence.
The mule rests its head on my shoulder.

It's a well-travelled track
but today I have met no one.
I should have left camp in the early dark,
for now a fiery...

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