Best Detractor Poems
Shackles of cynicism have displaced your heart,
the love that once transcended time is no more.
No wordsmith can bring beauty to an invisible emotion,
lost in translation to an ignorant uncultured mind.
As you searched for a definition of the tangible,
intangible feelings were ignored, even with eyes shut.
Funny, how three words cause a chemical imbalance,
but the euphoria is short lived when ego takes hold.
Promises to comfort, wipe away tears, anguish and pain,
come with no guarantee of satisfaction - no refund for regret.
Love does not say when the fire is burning to wage war,
it provides an opportunity to nourish peace and harmony.
Love does not say to be bitter and live with a grudge,
it asks for you to forgive, not to antagonise another's soul.
In a world lost to materialistic commercialism,
the skeptic doubts like a pessimistic detractor.
Love is not like money, that must be reciprocated with interest,
it is simply an undetectable phenomenon that graces us all.
To some a second hand emotion, but the language of love
still remains the most powerful feeling known to humanity.
One tongue that has no religion, race nor geographical boundary,
which only fails to blossom when limits are implanted.
Silent One
Written 28 February 2016
Re posted 30 May 2018
count on it...
that numbers made the world
we came to believe
after all ten digits
long ago ran out
and we stuck our toes into the fray
to count and be counted anyway
and they too ran out
a foot at a time
and numbers became stuck to
our rulers feet or by meter,
our sole, soul repeater
then we counted awhile,
and soon wired some beads
to a wooden frame
'cause, unconsciously we knew
it'd never be the same
and abacuses counted because
Sumerians knew the power of
columns of orders of magnitude to
give counting a certain, amplitude
and soon balances were forged and
everything compared to something else -
grain to sheep,
sheep to amphora,
amphora to slaves,
slaves to children
children to wives
neighbors lives to our own lives
covetousness counted as
a capital idea
long before Adam Smith
or any form of mercantilism
came to bear witness on a weakness of man
yet who can count on power
is there a conversion factor
that shows more or less
that less is more than some detractor
what's the ratio of
desire to need to
redemption to volition to
love to life -
there's a number of ways to count it
© Goode Guy 2013-04-11
For whom do you write, vainglorious poet?
Who are the disciples you seek?
Shall converts worship at the altar of your prose;
Devoutly reciting your works?
Is there passion alight in your breast;
The call of some unknown muse?
Or does your pen labor of its own accord,
Guided by some universal force?
What is the sermon?
What message do you proselytize to the masses?
Shall all bow, or bend knee;
Demonstrably awed by your articulate compilations?
Self-fashioned prophet!
Or perhaps it is godhood you seek.
Author of verbal constructs.
Creator.
For who can judge your writing?
Who can look down their nose?
Furrow their brow?
Scoff?
For what you have crafted stands.
In grandiloquence or simplicity.
Perfect.
Crafted just so, and gifted to the world.
Can a critic better evaluate its worth;
Can the detractor eclipse the creator?
Perhaps then, it is he
Who fancies godhood the more.
A Grand inquisitor!
Laying to rest the heresies of your writ.
Sound the trumpets!
Send forth the drums of war!
Who shall emerge the crusade?
Shaper of public opinion.
Master.
God?
Order of creation. And Light was.) and from darkness separate'
God created the globe..' No other can lay claim to that state.!
Though satan continually tries, in covetousness and by lies
A squatter only, I hear he has sold leaseholds that some vip's hold.?
Or so they lay claim to be.? Negative World Opression
Is their occupation and... Profession.? Experts only of
Gloom, with which the Airways have been heavily strewn.)
Prince of the air.. Yes you.' Your time foretold ,
deciever of the
Young and older, narrative superlative blustering of health while
Detractor of the ernest helpers, amasser of some wealth.And
Freedom deniers also( you stand naked.'sad liars ) reality to
See was given to me.) you who were and is and yet are
Not..! Not a doctor professor nurse or even jester.!
Keep your gloom keep your fear its not welcome here.'
Not where even temporal reality stands' I'm calling
You out on poetry soup; and all other ethernet lands.'
James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.
His lanky frame wasn't a detractor,
James Stewart was a prolific actor.
His deliberate drawl was a factor,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
James Stewart was a prolific actor,
superstar of the stage and silver screen.
He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.
With his shy stutter and sly smile routine,
he'd draw the audience into each scene.
His roles were never vulgar or obscene,
neither in films nor in a Broadway play.
He'd draw the audience into each scene,
as the most popular star of his day.
(Intertwining Triolet)
08,19,2019
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A hero is a genuinely born fighter
A hero does not fear death
A hero fears no danger
A hero is concerned about self
But also about the others
Who are fighting as brave soldiers
Deep below the sea levels
Deep in the hadopelagic gutters.
A hero is absolutely fair
A hero has no fear
A hero is a serious leader
A hero is never a backstabber
Occasionally, this word is misused
One should denounce the perpetrator
This beautiful noun should not be abused
By nobody or a narcissistic detractor
A hero is humble, essential
And super special.
Copyright © March 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
On the cusp of stepping into your promised land
Listen to the little voice
Enjoining you to cling, to hold on for dear life to the hand
Of God where your boundless choice
Lies in wait to reset your bearing and course
To restore, renew the vitality
God bestows on you from his divine source
Teeming with both quantity and quality
Essential to conquer forces that had you blind
At work, in your education, in your social circle
Where hard you try you slide on to a lemonade rind
Crying, sighing, whining, whinging as debacle upon debacle
Heaps on you sorrow that knows no thrift
Crushing you like a boa constrictor
Primed to nullify, magnify, modify and horrify your every shift
To the glee swimming on the face of a detractor
Until a little voice from within your conscience nudges you
To return to the mighty hand of God
To plan, design, prepare and begin anew
Against the cold odd
To recharge your faith battery
Fly again despite your broken wing
Back to God’s factory
Away from the swing of bling and closer to the zing
God extends to enable you to rise from ashes like the proverbial sphinx
Redesigned, reconfigured, reinvented, reinvigorated, renewed
As God’s hand breaks you free from the jinx
Where forays into madness had you crushed, smashed, thrashed and stewed.
Methinks I'll write about snow today
It's a subject about which I've known
Canadian by birth, so snow is no stranger
As a kid many snowballs I've thrown
But now that I'm old, damn snow's a pain
Winter without snow would be grand
Driving in snow, our lives are in jeopardy
Perhaps a hospital visit unplanned
Who was the first to say, “snow is beautiful”
Snow has no redeeming factors
Causes accidents and all kinds of bad stuff
I'm the biggest damn snow detractor
It has no good qualities that I can see
You can't cook it, can't fry it, no use
Just lies there causing a whole bunch of crap
I've actually fallen on my caboose
So the sooner it's spring the better I say
And survive another winter season
Not looking forward to the next three months
I'm Mr. Summer Man, that's the reason
© Jack Ellison 2013
Methinks I'll write about snow today
It's a subject about which I've known
Canadian by birth, so snow is no stranger
As a kid many snowballs I've thrown
But now that I'm old, damn snow's a pain
Winter without snow would be grand
Driving in snow, our lives are in jeopardy
Perhaps a hospital visit unplanned
Who was the first to say, “snow is beautiful”
Snow has no redeeming factors
Causes accidents and all kinds of bad stuff
I'm the biggest damn snow detractor
It has no redeeming factors that I can see
You can't cook it, can't fry it, no use
Just lies there causing a whole bunch of crap
I've actually fallen on my caboose
So the sooner it's spring the better I say
And survive another winter season
Not looking forward to the next three months
Mr. Summertime Man, that's the reason
(lol)
Little voice inside my head.
It likes to kick and scream in my skull.
It enjoys yelling cruel things like how I should be dead.
Its little words are never dull.
It loves to beat on my poor brain.
It enjoys stabbing the back of my eyes.
It tries to convince me that i am not sane.
Really it is no surprise.
It likes to annoy me.
It loves to see me have a fit.
It takes so much joy from my misery.
I wish it would just quit.
A funny thing though it is only a fact.
My horrible detractor can be seen in any mirror I look at.
THINGS I WISH PEOPLE WOULD SAY TO ME
Just once for someone to say ‘you have a nice smile’
Instead of ‘what are you grinning at all the while’
Or ‘you really were clever to figure that problem out’
Instead of ‘another lucky shot there, no doubt’.
Tired of remarks about my coat being ‘a detractor’,
Just once I want to hear that it ‘has character’.
And my harmonica music referred t o as ‘damned whining’
Should be praised as ‘such music has a silver lining’.
Till someone says these things to me, I will continue awhile
To cleverly wear my coat, and play, and smile.
Through telepathy
We mingle
With each other in empathy
Though single
In status and name
Society derides
Arguing we carry blame for the lame name
Detractor X rides
On interaction thrown
Into denigrating debate
To malice grown
Venomous of late
In a conundrum
With neither head nor face
That beats a war drum
Beaten aloud on the surface
Where ripples wander
Agog pandering to a swing of mood
That entertains a gender
Discourse when a knock on wood
Doesn’t suffice to calm down tempers
Driven the edge of anger
As sobriety scampers
For cover the longer
Distrust thrives
Amid longing
That arrives
When feelings
On edge snap me awake
In the middle of a dream
I can’t mistake
For life on the rim
That spins my poise
Displacing it from its centre of gravity
When a persistent noise
Draws my mind to the reality
That you and I
Forever together
Are meant to tie
Tightly like birds of a feather.
The urge to serve
For a feel good factor
Though with gusto and verve
Act of doership, ego the detractor
Hermit resolute
Knows his life's mission
Recognising ego’s in pursuit
For each act, seeks God's permission
11-October-2022
for love too sometimes conflict inevitable
even with desires rested life not so simple
for we live not alone and justice must prevail
others depend upon us so we must not fail
to defend as of ability path of righteousness
outcomes as any heart open in graciousness
yet by specious reasoning wrong looks right
so to get to clarity we employ spherical sight
rotating polarities and positions and opinions
visualising with the detractor our divine union
before embarking upon any action irretrievable
we dismiss our own ego cravings inexhaustible
thereafter what will be will be
28-July-2020
Have I done enough good
to offset the bad
have I delivered enough performances
that were deemed acceptable
to place in the chorus-line
my performances that were not
or
are my disappointing performances
out there centre-stage
whilst those that were pleasing
perform a bit part
a supporting role
unnoticed and unremembered
part of the scenery
a piece of the backdrop
against which my disappointments
powerfully present
well-remembered
indelibly definitive
give a command performance
have I become type-cast
rendered immutable
do I need to re-think my character
review my lines
change my costume
re-invent myself
or
do I become less of the harsh critic
the unflinching detractor
and give myself a break
go a little easy
allow what is me
to just be
am I faced with a conundrum
or
is the whole shebang
not a mystery
something be solved
but purely
just part of the magic of being alive.