Best Disaffected Poems
Sit with me.
Sit with me, ragged feral,
do not be afraid,
fight for no space uncertain,
you will be soothed, you will be safe,
you only need sit with me.
Walk with me.
Walk with me, stray mongrel,
do not remain unwanted,
contest no feeding rights,
you will be fed, you will be warm,
you only need walk with me.
Speak with me.
Speak with me, forgotten pariah,
do not languish discarded,
fear no further shame,
you will be heard, you will be seen,
you only need speak with me.
Lie with me.
Lie with me, downcast woman,
do not spiral into the abyss,
hold no omnipotent hurt,
you will be held, you will be loved,
you only need lie with me.
Stay with me.
Stay with me, you disaffected,
I will nurture the love
and banish the woe,
for an angel of succour told me
that a little kindness never hurts.
27th November 2018
Written for ‘A Little Kindness Never Hurts’ poetry contest,
Sponsored by Brenda Chiri
Categories:
disaffected, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Oh baneful yellow Moon in fullest rounded sphere,
Bright as Summers Buttercups in abundant yield,
Coldly riveted upon Winters beaten, thin silvered panels;
Thereof: By ye mighty hammer doth great thoth wield!
For what fearful trowel gouged out thine far flung valleys
Whilst piling high upon yon monstrous heights?
Wherest, scattering the bare pebbles, a ghostly sower
Coursing across vast cratered plains under Selenian moonlights.
Here once didst thou swelling tides ever invade long vanished shores
Dragged upon by some dwindling, exploded, far distant star;
An atmosphere girdling, warming and nurturing -
Torn from this barren rock and cast way out afar!
Eternally ostracized and deviled, adorned in black swirling robes;
Drifting angular grains heaped - raked by hot solar winds;
Your desolate kingdoms lit in all seasons under heavenly lanterns;
Worshiped and foully cursed upon: for any amount - and all manner of sins.
And ere did erstwhile lovers that ever come forth on bended knee,
To traverse the pale beams that twist about the crooked stiles,
Pledge well intended oaths beneath high, impossible windows:
Their grandly draped balconies and balustrades bathed in luminosities wiles.
When across the recorded centuries of histories misted-veiled years,
from the quill of the old sage, from the high lilt of the bard,
Your pensive countenance disaffected and of a cheerless tilt -
Hanging upon sharply crested vestiges of reckless disregard!
Categories:
disaffected, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
This subject is too fraught for eloquent poetry
So please indulge me in a straightforward thought or three
For the first time in its modern history
Israel is on the brink of internal catastrophe
True, there's been bleeding before, sometimes severe
But to the rescue rode a Menachem Begin or a Golda Meir
Yet never before has the military been disaffected
And without it, the specter of an Israel unprotected ...
Morphing into invasions by Syria, Jordan, Hezbollah and Iran
Israeli captives marched to their doom in Tyre and Amman
Leaving Russia and China free to move in for the kill
Every holy site in Jerusalem ~ oceans of blood spilled
The world thrown into chaotic darkness, its center destroyed
All thanks to cowardly Bibi, who, fearing jail-time, turned paranoid
May his senses return immediately ~
Or may he vanish mysteriously
Categories:
disaffected, anxiety, conflict, how i
Form:
Couplet
Introduction
From the city on the river
Where the Sage of Monticello
And the Great Emancipator
Birthed the country, saved the nation,
Sounds a call for civil discord
In the service of ambition
From a man whose God is power,
And his name is Demagogia.
Gathering Storm
To the banner flock his minions:
Come the vengeful, the nostalgists,
Come the dreamers and the zealots,
Come the heedless disaffected;
All these factions so enchanted
By the whimsies of the Leader
Who vows naught but boundless warrant,
All objections notwithstanding.
Marching Orders
Demagogia tells his vassals
That the ones arrayed against him
Are ignoble, quite unworthy,
And must not be given quarter
When the battle is enjoined.
‘’Lay aside all thoughts of honor:
Smear their people, smear their children,
Plough and salt their reputations.’’
Engagement
In the cities, in the hamlets,
Over air waves, on the WorldWide,
Campaigns combat, hot and savage,
Demagogia as the dark horse;
So much riding on the outcome,
Which determines if his vision
Is a dream cut short by waking.
Or a nightmare neverending.
Forewarning
When it’s settled, morning after,
Demagogia stands triumphant,
Savoring the prize he's conjured,
Casts a baleful eye about him,
Smiles grimly, mutters darkly:
‘’Now be fearful, non-believers;
Like the Phoenix, rising, rising
From the flame pit, from the ashes . . .’’
2/21/2016
(Poem Written in Anger Contest)
Explanatory note:
“Song of Demagogia” is a mimic poem of Longfellow’s celebrated “Song of Hiawatha.” Definitions are fluid, but it is not, strictly speaking, a parody.
Neither is it a thinly disguised attack on any politician in office or running for office. Rather, it was conceived in anger at the devolution of our political culture in recent years and what that may portend for this country down the road.
Categories:
disaffected, anger, conflict, future, leadership,
Form:
Free verse
I’ll sing you dream songs
that last as long as the hills
but know this my love
it’s fullness IS
the striving of our wills
Against the darkness
that has crept stealthily
into the hearts of man
I cannot describe
this latent longing
to rest mine eyes
upon the faces of my joy
to stay there reticent
upon the turn of your gaze
Soft sentience gathers
like a cloak of gauze
to be not disaffected by
the backs of those who consume
the refuse of worthlessness
and despise excellencies
but prefer the violations of every
virtue , whose villainy
is unconcealed on any level
considered the character
OF MAN
Salacious , drooling compounded
with the Sophistry of sophistication
Supercilious in their vanities
as rottenness to a tree
Nay , but here I seek
a palate for the delicacy
yielding tender fruit
so desirable as it’s fleeting
from a world gone course
that swallows any thoughts
of pursuing a nature
whose potency can be clearly seen
I defy your erosions
corrosion of thought and deeds
whose love is less than
rutting animals
I decry your mogul media
your grand theatrics
I have divorced you
to pursue a finer thought
I’ll pass you on the street
you will have my hello
but don’t expect to drag me
to your peers whose
consciousness is gone
even in the daytime
I will , my time
with the quality , geniality
of thoughts vibrant
of the orchestral heights
and cast your lows
into some other state
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
disaffected, character, environment, god, heart,
Form:
Free verse
cyou ramble with his poetry
book after book
but you are not a rose,
you are not a thorn
neither virgin, nor the whore
of his better days
under neon lights
and the sweat of inspiration
crying with Orbison and Lang
the touch that caressed
you deep
in the psyche of
your human jungle
you its prey,
and you build another empire
in the dust of your involution,
exhaling the animal instinct of a poem
you are its flame, but never quite
catch on fire
dirty dishes speak on your behalf
half-smoked
cigarettes stare vacantly into your eyes,
wine-stained sheets mix with
the semen of discontent,
the tenderness
of his poem,
escaping...
don't bother me with the logic of precision
just now,
don't look into my weaknesses:
your lacerations have disaffected
any meaning;
my residual defenses
and your "abstract" poetry
gnaw
my barefoot goddess image
like rats on an outing, like a chain
gang
don't let the cat out of the bag:
take my picture from your frame,
it's ten miles to the finish line and
one thousand and one feet from the edge,
I'm not finished reading
my headstone, my epitaph
blurs in the distance.
summer leaves are falling into the
missionary position,
somewhere a lotus blossom opens
and a newborn baby cries,
rivers flow into the wellspring
of what poems offer:
the unlikelihood of courage.
Categories:
disaffected, imagination, inspirational, introspection
Form:
(Let no trust be vested in men, but bind them
down with the chains of the Constitution)
The wave of the future for disaffected man;
such a noble experiment, our revolutionary plan.
World wide in scope, humanity’s salvation;
workers paradise, we’ll bring to every nation.
Utopia we’ll build, making all things new,
From the ash-heap of Capitalism and Monarchy too.
A socialist world is our humanist creed;
Securing the future, fulfilling all need.
That, opiate of the people, religion, must go.
Materialism shall prevail, all we atheists know.
From each, his abilities, to each one his need;
we’ve charted the course, the masses we lead.
Yet, the masses are dumb, they don’t understand,
so we use the whip, as we lead by the hand.
The firing squad too, for those who equivocate,
to insure a better tomorrow, we also learn to hate.
Counter-revolutionaries - we had to do them in;
required men to inform, even on their next of kin.
Mass killing for the cause, the end justifies the means;
starvation and deprivation to insure our lofty dreams.
Our collapse came too soon, we didn’t have the time,
to perfect our glorious system - punish every crime.
The proletariats were unthankful, tho’ for them we did it all.
Now, we find approval only in the western academic hall.
Lionel
Prov. 16:25 “ There is a way that seemeth right to a man,
but the end thereof is the way of death.”
Categories:
disaffected, political, , atheist, ,
Form:
ABC
I said to my son,
He said back to me,
To be honest with us,
I'm worried
We want to be happy
while bypassing disciplines of left-brain healthy
is not too right-brain cooperatively sappy.
But, after my ancient lifetime of trying
directly for prosperous happy
that may or may not lead to left-brain healthy,
that may or may not lead to right-brain wealthy,
I hope you can benefit
from what we redundantly say,
more than what I've actually done
in front of you
and behind your back,
confronted you,
denied,
and what I've failed to take left-with-right back.
We want to be happy
and to win wealthy left-brain ego-fame
however flashingly synaptic
even at the price of ignoring natural/spiritual resilient healthy
is not all that win/win polyanna maniacally sappy
nor lose/lose despairingly immoral crappy
So I have done
and we long to be done
with such lose-happy and lose-wealthy self-prophetic life confusion
profusion
contusion,
Of unhappy cognitive left
and disaffected unwealthy right
dissonance
provokes short-term wounded choices for mere satiation
because long-term resiliently healthy happiness
feels too right-brain prominent sappiness
suffering left-brain crappiness
Both un-together remaining mutually blind
to integrity of global win/win GoldenRule manners,
uncrappy and unsappy,
too remotely not experienced on our shared big mainframe
but maybe flimmery-glimmers of light emerge
in more everyday lighter healthy,
wealthy,
and wise here/now
space/timeless moments.
To be honest with you,
I'm worried
we want to know abundant happiness
without accepting and committing to our win/win integrity
as ego/eco-systemic
left/right cooperatively integral
Red/BlueGreen
yang-fire/yin-water
holistic nonsectarian
non-partisan
non-violently communicating health vulcanizers,
optimizers,
re-creators,
transubstantiators,
creolizers,
With happy inter-hemispheric ego/eco-logicality
speaking dipolar bi-loyally
in cooperatively resilient
health/wealth solidarity
Which I think everyone would regeneratively agree
is not too sappy
nor too degeneratively crappy
to remain responsibly happy
despite all our co-arising snappy facts
without contextual slappy feelings.
Categories:
disaffected, analogy, caregiving, happiness, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Women in business suits, women in jeans,
Women who like it on top,
Silver-plated women, just another pretty face,
Barefoot women aching for a carnal embrace.
Long legs, lean thighs,
Snappy ass, seductive eyes.
Women in summertime, women in heat,
Women who sleep in the nude,
Animated women who must dance to feel alive,
Waiting on the sofa for Astaire to arrive.
Champagne, full house,
Nipples hard beneath her blouse.
Women in therapy, women in need,
Women who share their complaints,
Complicated women sipping coffee after dark,
Candlestick between them prompts a phallic remark.
Slim waist, firm hips,
Edgy words on naked lips.
Women in Laundromats, women at work,
Women who read to themselves,
Disaffected women disappointed by their men,
Just another wash day, short a quarter again.
Cold rinse, no bleach,
Satisfaction out of reach.
Women in trailer parks, women in debt,
Women who don't shave their legs,
Ham and cheddar women raising children on their own,
No anticipation, simply answer the phone.
Stale bread, small talk,
Sense of humor dry as chalk.
Women in fantasy, women in fact,
Women, young ladies and girls,
Sexy, airbrushed women sure to turn a fella's head,
Way too many women feel like crying instead.
Categories:
disaffected, angst, conflict, women,
Form:
Lyric
Spare me the agonizing of disaffected trolls
Who find nothing of substance worthy of note,
Desperately seeking a modicum of control
Their unconcealed nastiness a matter of rote.
Have they nothing better to do with their time
Than to criticize the successes of legitimate poets
Who, themselves, have difficulty making a rhyme,
But coming up with a dig, they promptly throw it.
Let’s preserve Poetry Soup from this pitiful type
Who comes here only to stir and create turmoil,
Making sure not to give them impetus or hype
In another place may they find more welcome soil.
Doing all we can to maintain peace and goodwill
Let’s keep Poetry Soup free of fractious voices,
Being careful not to engage in avoidable overkill,
But never failing to silence disconcerting noises.
Written May 17, 2022
Categories:
disaffected, anti bullying, feelings, perspective,
Form:
Quatrain
Christina knows a thing or two about sacrifice
Ceaseless days, cold offices and numbers
Checkin' catalogs for the remnant of a social life
Eats her lunches at her desk, yet she's dying from hunger
But there's a medal on her neck
And should the overlords inspect,
It stands as a reminder
That there's at least one other martyr
Who had a cross --
Maybe all's not lost
She wears it close
Close to the bone
All her life been kept in line
And she's been there all alone
Corinne was never like other teenage girls
A shaved head in a high school of mile-high hairdos
Punk rock treated like a misfit in the disco world
And those jocks and guidettes say whatever they care to
But there's a secret near her breast
To why she ain't like all the rest
A terrible reminder
That back at home there is a father
Likes little games --
Oh what a cryin' shame
She hides it close
Close to the Bone
All her life pushed out of line
Disaffected and alone
Move your hands out of the way
And show your heart
I see flickers of a soul
Is how I know it's blowin' apart
There's a war being waged inside
Maybe protest or maybe it's pride
Your personal reminder
That everybody's a stranger
Battling the world --
So don't sweat it, girl
Hold it close
Close to the Bone
Nobody's life exists within lines
Yours is not to be alone
Categories:
disaffected, abuse, anti bullying, beautiful,
Form:
Lyric
My Failing Life
My bones are chilled; winter like death.
Cold lay bare - rain like tears.
Wildflower that opens in the morning and
by the evening cut down - only to wither.
Innocence answers to fear - every heart broken
with breasts torn asunder.
Distant ghostly promises!!
Now is the time, if there were remedies or regrets;
innumerable stills in my mind.
A reflexion of possibilities that might have been.
Disappointed in what has yielded in love –
disaffected of life.
Sands of my life sinking in a time glass,
awaiting to pay my debt to nature.
Death worms drags a man almost unbeknown to himself,
down to the prison of “His Grave”.
Into the cold quiet soil, of the once most cherished Valley.
Death worms - move through the soil and clamber over
“flesh and soul”.
Death will have no power over me.
Categories:
disaffected, age, anxiety, conflict, destiny,
Form:
Conceited clericalism is encroaching scientific study and educational exploration, obdurate obscurantism engulfing people's normal mentality and judgment, ramrod racism routing ethnic equality and melting harmony~~~~~~
After 4 years of punk-sunk domestic complexion and skunk-drunk diplomatic stance under that frustrating and even facetious leadership, nothing meritorious had been left except for an unprecedentedly nationwide antagonistic atmosphere, an utterly disaffected alliance climate, a half-botched eyesore slouchy at the southern border flaunting its segregating strength on a derisorily slipshod base and a Covid death toll higher than that caused by world war 2.
Whatever disorder, discomfiture, disgrace and disruption he had brought, it was up to none other than the belated ballot to bring him down for want of any other alternatives effectual enough to invoke. It had certainly been shameful enough to etch the annals to have that pus-grubber holding a full 4-year term who had been out-and-out treasonable, unscrupulous, narcissistic and almost every moment fixated on a peculiar sense of holding court rather than holding duty. But even as he was about to step down perforce, the mind-boggling moxie of his moribund melodrama was still stepping up. Seeing an election result rolling out against him, he started to roar, roll and rattle all around together with his minions, inundating quite some states' litigation offices with dozens of sloppy suits only to be drained up by one identical whitewash from go to whoa in their totally failed attempts to turn the table. After the electoral college's confirmation in Dec.14, his nearest followers gradually got to rest disheartened, that doom-diver still remained restless in his mug's game, without the least care or concern over state affaires, day and night phoning and wiring to different executive departments, law enforcements and gubernatorial offices his pissing and moaning about so-called his opponent's cheating evidences and his stolen scores as if nothing but an immediate reversal of the result could meet the real justice. As the whole world stopped to watch how the dead cat bounce during his remnant continuance, a big deal did be bounced out.
Categories:
disaffected, america, international, introspection, political,
Form:
Prose
It’s not something you’re saying
Even though that’s what I’m blaming
It’s nothing you’re doing
Neither anything you’re undoing
It’s you
I kept digging
Into my heart of stinging
Emotions kept swinging
Springing and clinging from the highest building to the lowest flooring
Like a storm heavily raging
Tears heavenly raining
Cloud 9 was too thick to remain floating
And we couldn’t expect our love to continue bloating
And it all just fell apart between me and you
We were soul mates till out souls hit the straits
I’m angry at what we did, happy it’s over, but depressed
Because no matter how hard I try
Even after you end up with another guy
There’s still a part of you with me
A loving attribute, a missing absolute
And even if I find another half to complete my whole
There’s a constant place for you in my soul
A constant state of us combined
Though disconnected and acting disaffected
My heart yearns even after you have long forgotten me
And while you may feel similar
And the thought of getting back together feels familiar
I know that it will all simply crash and fall
It’s rational to start apart
Irrational to become one flesh
I know this is for the best.
And while our hearts continue clinging
And our love attempts to continue lingering
Like all things, it is now ending
No more of my dreams will you be attending
No moments we will be sharing
Just an awkward second here and there
Small talk, large thoughts
As our minds remain clouded
Clouded with Storm 9
Categories:
disaffected, lost love, heart, heart,
Form:
Free verse
She refuses to bring a child
into this cradle contaminated world
Even herself, she wished
were never brought into it
With stillborn immature regret,
she woulda flatline wrapped the umbilical cord
around herself ...
And let the ultrasound noise
drown her,
with a suicide note fetal writ
Earth offerings of paternal pain
(wars unending,
and violent efforts for material gain)
birthed her aborted truth
This is her Caesarian undeliverable proof
Empty bosoms of compassion
was all she could ever hope to give
this never-to-be love child
Faith and patience
was in limited, lactose-intolerant supply
An angry father prowls a-pace,
somewhere in a solitary place,
outside of her
present womb needs
His disaffected embryo concern
was readily ascertained
when the placenta news broke
He aborted his parental responsibility
in a drunken, vehicular homicidal rage
Now a penitentiary slave,
giving a doubled absentee decision
A ten-year burnt bridge
smouldering in a spiteful cage
Moon offerings of maternal pain
(tenuous peace unending,
and forceful efforts for emotional dominance)
birthed his aborted truth
This is his Caesarian undeliverable proof
Empty bottles of compassion
was all he could ever hope to give
this never-to-be loved child
Patience and faith
had been depleted for a nipple-intolerant while
Twin aborted truth,
neither has loving feelings
for each other
Tho’ they both want the same thing
Twin aborted truth
is the premature death-face of pain
Siamese in it’s suffering
Cemetery souls zombie shackled —
heads joined together,
with sporadic guilt shuffling
Sitting in the perpetual shade of grief,
having brief, awakening moments of lucidity ...
But only when the tomb madness
of hating life,
temporarily dozes off to a self-forgiving sleep
Categories:
disaffected, abortion, pain, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse