Best Discriminating Poems
My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an eternal well and took my father out to buy prostitutes when he was just fifteen... It was here that my father first learned the true value of a woman. Mercifully, a permanent steel brace got loose at the Pennsylvania steel mill where he worked and crushed Grandfather into a pool of blood and urine.
My father was a dried seed rattling in an empty gourd… he had grown up
hardened with leather-stiff roots exposed too long in the sun. My mother knew
that he wanted to rape me, so I kept guard with knives and ran away whenever I could. I went to bed fantasizing how to sneak into his bedroom and kill him with
the kitchen carving knife.
My older brother hadn’t adjusted well to the chaos either, so he put all his expectations and dreams into a matchbook and burned down three houses in the neighborhood. He secretly, robbed his friends of their valuable coin collections. He grew weary and confessed and was taken to a local Mental Hospital for evaluation. At fourteen, I needed a good stiff drink! I was transferred to two different foster care homes and grew up like a weed.
My mother Dolly was an auburn haired porcelain bisque, matt finished doll from a
discriminating collections of dolls... her father's dolls. She was not a witty woman
but silent, afraid and alone. She gave birth to three children who grew up like
wild dogs while Dolly made Betty Crocker weekends and otherwise TV dinners
until she grew tired... very tired.
One day the brothers were playing with Dolly tossing her back and forth…
like a ball, one to another... until we dropped her. Fragile, she shattered into pieces
on the gray cement patio. My father came out determined to put the pieces back
together but clumsily, he repeatedly stepped on Dolly crushing the refined
fragments into powdered dust.
Categories:
discriminating, childhoodfather, father, grandfather, mother,
Form:
Narrative
In this dark and dreary world, the urchins forced to toil
Their body bared and tarnished, gain little sleep and boil
Tiny hands and feets famished, no love they had meet
Like young lambs for slaughter, were they forced to cheat
Sold away by father, with no heart but only greed
How my mind cries, watching this heinous deed
And sighs, its a discriminating fate unfair.
© Nadiya (22 Jan '15)
*Won 4th place on 4 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Interlocking Rhyme' by Isiah Zerbst
Categories:
discriminating, child, childhood, evil, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
I am the wind;
a tempest tossing leaves and rain;
I move, re-arrange things as I please.
On dark, damp nights,
I bring energy and light;
yet, I’ve never claimed to,
be a performer.
My whims are a surprise;
my tantrums, terrifying
and I bring forth many changes
and emotions.
The non-discriminating adventurer
that I am, I touch every living thing;
man and beast cower, at my command.
As Mama Nature’s eldest son;
I control my siblings well;
commanding fire and water.
I teach them to be strong
And we elements are within you.
You mobile batteries may
create artificial light and darkness;
among other opposites that,
attract and without whom,
duality would not exist.
Non-duality is a mind-numbing movie;
short-lived and perfectly useless;
an empty stage, left to rot.
I am the wind and I blow where
and how I please with,
all at my mercy.
Categories:
discriminating, environment, nature, weather, wind,
Form:
Prose
Is the USA Discriminating Against God?
Across this country, is a new form of “elimination.”
It’s almost like there’s a “God discrimination.”
In the court’s efforts to remove him
from our schools…
It’s almost like “just about anything” rules!
Many get concerned that the cross may be “offensive.”
Thereby causing many churches to be “defensive.”
It seems like godly morals are a thing of the past.
This country is going downhill! And very fast!
Traditional marriage has even been torn asunder!
So much of the biblical truth has been plundered!
Those defending their faith are
labeled as “anti this or that.”
Just look at the crossroads this country is coming at!
If I serve God… Do these words often seem “inflammatory?”
Is it God himself, that's
become “discriminatory?”
Do the words; “In God we trust,” mean anything?
Without a Godly foundation,
America has lost EVERYTHING!
God gave us the Bible. We need this for proper direction.
The courts in our land cannot give truthful interpretations!
The Constitution or the Bible… Which will set us free?
Which actually gives an individual freedom and liberty?
We need God. Like we’ve never needed him before!
We need his love and forgiveness all across our shores!
He invites you to come and know him… Won’t you?
He is the Lord God. He will never disappoint you!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
discriminating, community, jesus, life, people,
Form:
Rhyme
True Happiness.
.
True happiness
Doesn’t belong to the rich
Who are often blind
For true happiness
Is much more than just a feeling
But a state of well-being and a state of mind
That often can not be defined
.
The release from Burdon
With a clear road ahead of you
You’ve reached the finishing line
Moments to savor
A brake on the hands of time
.
A feeling of accomplishment
And transpired desires
Good news that sparks a fire
A feeling of elation
An emotion awakened
Fill of heartfelt joy
That only true happiness
Can deploy
.
It’s the freedom to fly through clear blue skies
The moment your first child is born
The look of love in your sweetheart's eyes
It’s seeing the beauty in the smallest things
As listening to a blackbird
As it sings
.
It’s the feeling of the warm sun again
After winter
And playing like a child
A feeling of contentment
Warm affection
An idle daydream
Cherished moments on reflection
Being at one and at peace with everything and the world
I love you uttered by someone you love
Be it a boy or a girl
.
A slow walk in a forest
Getting soaked in the pouring
Cooling summer rain
The warm embers still aglow after making love
Wrapped in each other's arms
Both left satisfied yet again
.
It’s a fragrant aroma
Your favorite music or song
You play all day long
.
It’s an attitude
A blissful mood
The pledge ‘’I do’’
On your wedding day
Dancing under the stars and milky way
Having good friends who care
And seeing their faces when you give
A mad passionate affair
.
An overwhelming feeling of excitement
A place deep inside of us
A twist of fate
And an open gate
.
What is happiness maybe objective
And often self selected
Positivity manifests positive vibes
Being grateful for the things you have
Discriminating to see the good things
In the bad
Godly devotion
For he created us and all
He is the safety net
There to catch us when we fall#
A taste of paradise.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Categories:
discriminating, analogy, happiness, happy,
Form:
Free verse
We all have our good and bad days
Because they depend on our ways
Growing up around bad environments
And a screwed up system by governments
My family not loving me
Discriminating against me
Telling me that they regretted my birth
And me not wanting to be on this earth
I became depressed
And dealt with a lot of stress
Never taught me right from wrong
Dealing with these memories for so long
I always learned things the hard way
From always wanting to do it my way
My past always haunting me
From when my half brother raped me
And then abusing me
When I got older I told my family
But they didn’t believe me
Then going to school and being talked about
And not cared about
Because I was different
And not belligerent
My self esteem grew low
And when it came to sex it was hard to say no
Because I would do anything to feel loved
Known as a jump-off around the neighborhood
And no one really knew or understood
That I was I struggling with my life
Overcoming suicide attempts
And anxiety attacks
Coping with the way things are
Because my hope grew far
While days seemed to never get better
I tried to change for the better
I’ve learned to just cope with everything
Because in my life it’s a constant struggle
Categories:
discriminating, hope, life, sad, teen,
Form:
Bio
The people around me condemn and fight me;
Demons surround me;
confronts me;
My wrong choices,
Those cuddled distracted voices;
The battles I've led;
Being misled;
In good health and sickness;
My sins, my shame;
I stop and plead the blood;
There is yet someone who yet who love
Sickness comes
Evil people shun
They hurt you
Abuse you
Battles and wars
Bigotry discriminating
How am I to cope
I've lost all hope;
People warring;
Illness callings
The people around me condemn and fight me;
Demons surround me;
confronts me;
My wrong choices,
Those cuddled distracted voices;
The people battles I've fled;
Being misled;
In good health and sickness;
My sins, my shame;
I stop and plead the blood;
There is yet someone who yet who love
Sickness comes
Evil people shun
They hurt you
Abuse you
Battles and wars
Bigotry discriminating
Humanity hurts you;
Sins breathe and snuff me out;
Just be calm;
Don't be alarmed;
While your in this world of life
Figure it out;
Open your mouth;
Just call on the Father's son;
Jesus
The Lord Himself will fight for you;
Just be calm, for the Righteous one
Jesus
Allow Him, and He will
Open your mouth;
Just call on the Father's son;
Jesus
The Lord Himself will fight for you;
Just be calm, for the Righteous one
Jesus
Allow Him; He will
Fight those battles for you
Believe then receive;
6/18/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Exodus 14:14
From Anthology " GOD YOU ARE MORE THAN A SONG "
Categories:
discriminating, caregiving, confidence, encouraging, jesus,
Form:
Lyric
Her left side is very ivory white
Her right side is almost cobalt black
She has silky smooth metallic skin
I try to stay on her best side
What ever skin she is in
She is naturally bald
She has depth and width
Her length is not worth mentioning
I try to stay away from conversations
Regarding the planets we are visiting
One eye is green
One eye is purple
We travel together
Indiscriminately
Intergalactic-ally
In discriminating circles
Categories:
discriminating, adventure, appreciation, discrimination, identity,
Form:
Free verse
Porky Pig once stopped by my butcher shoppe
Pig was not looking for any old slop
He searched high and low
Meat tasted like crow
'Please, Elmer, one pound of strings from your mop’
Categories:
discriminating, animal, food, funny, giggle,
Form:
Limerick
ain't it a shame
when hate lynches
a 14 year old Colored boy
in 1955 Mississippi
and blows away the dreams of
four innocent little ***** girls
in 1963 Birmingham, Alabama
yeah
bus that to your segregated thoughts
as I interracially walk you
through Little Rock, Arkansas
with Daisy Bates & nine Black Children
to march along side the National Guard
on their way to a lily white school
as the message of this
un-segregates & untangles
the history of hate
attackin’ ******* in 1957
whose only desire was to be educated
and schooled too
racism & hate
doesn’t try to guide
the white citizen council back
to their good senses
‘cause racism
don’t care ‘bout nobody
being Jewish or Colored
when it needs to
fire-bomb
***** churches with ******* in them
or feels the need to hang someone
from a tree out of existence
racism even devours its own kkklan
as the innocent
pay the ultimate price
racism doesn’t care
if your church is the 16th Street Baptist
and 14 yr. old Addie Mae Collins
is one of the four black Alabama children
killed in attendance
racism ain’t concerned about
you being white either
or your last name being
White
Black
Brown
Till
Schwerner
Evers
Liuzzo
Mandela
Martin or Rodney King
and so many other names
that we’ll never know of
that racism wounded or buried six feet
under hate
racism doesn’t care about
what kinda NAACP dream
you’re having
or concerned about your last name
being "Parks" in 1955
when it attempts to guide you back
to the "Colored" section of the bus
where you know your
civil-rights will be denied
every time you allow
" segregation & discrimination"
to collects its fare
racism & its hateful followers
have no regard at all
for one’s race / religion
or sexual persuasion
especially when racism peers
into its discriminating mirror
century after century
time after time
day after day
and tells itself in 2006
"it’s better than you"
because you’re "cultured" different
from them"
yeah
racism stirs an ugly pot of soup
that no one should ever have to taste.
Categories:
discriminating, angst, care, old, care,
Form:
Free verse
HURRICANE HATTIE
It came like a thief
After midnight
Stealthily
Unawares
Mischievously
Spitefully
Desperately
Determined
With preconceived plans
Across the Caribbean Sea
Suddenly turning west
Making a beeline
To British Honduras
In Central America
It foiled expectations
That it would arrive
At seven the next morning
And
Instead
Made a surprise visit
Six hours earlier
And
Like the Gestapo
The KGB
The Secret Police
Attacked
While people were
Least prepared
Snoozing
Snoring
Dreaming
Of better things.
Discriminating
It attacked
Belize
Ignoring neighboring
Guatemala
Honduras
Mexico
As if
Remotely controlled
By some
Vengeful fanatic
At 150 miles per hour
And more
It
Clobbered
Battered
Hammered
Pounded
The coastline
Of
The Jewel
People still ’memba
How in ’61
It wrecked havoc
In Dangriga
Belize City
San Pedro
Cay Caulker
Among others
As it
Thumped
Hit
Broke
Lifted
Pushed
Carried
Dumped
Submerged
Their valuables
And
Like a Repo Man
Dispossess them
Of their
Treasured belongings
Within the
Make-belief safety
Of its eye
Poor people
Thinking it was over
Sought their fortunes
On the beaches
In the shops
In others’ property
When Hattie
On a round trip ticket
Came back hurriedly
And with
More gusto
Lashed out
As a category five
Storm
Typhoon
Hurricane
To teach them a lesson
In
Tort
Honesty
Respect
And dignity.
In the end
One third of the coast
Was devastated
One third
Damaged
And
Another third
Standing
With 264 dead
And millions
Of dollars lost
The place lay wasted
Spoiled
Thorn
Flooded
Damaged
Wounded
Smashed
Muddied
Polluted
As
Debris
Corpses
Belongings
And victims
Wallowed in its wake.
As it distanced itself
From
Its handiwork
And Observed
With a smirk
Its power
To
Subdue
Man
Woman and child
It grinned
In satisfaction
At its exploits
And its supernatural supremacy
To shape destiny
And vanquish the vulnerable
Categories:
discriminating, earth, nature, rain,
Form:
Epic
now hear the unheard cries
of dalit women plight
upper caste takes pride
humanity here despise
seeing the cruelty dies
of high caste females crucify
mercilessly their own gender
in the name of caste blunder
mutely supporting the plunder
of dalit women, who wonder
the silence of own gender
on the sight of feminity
in the board day light
paraded naked in their own vicinity
raped, ravished and trampled
no doubt upper caste feminity
is skin deep only
else they would have fought
for their feminine right
to live life free of fright
alas! they are caste blind
to see their mutual bind
feminists too are not so kind
to raise voice against the crime
however will burn candles
and raise issue nation wide
on death of upper caste women
died enjoying night party
such feminists who glee
in distributing pink panty
for women’s right to party
awfully ignores humiliating death
suffered by dalit women daily
story of dalit women is grim
suffers discrimination all time
as a female and a lower caste being
though struggling through adversities
if succeed to come out of the rim
aristocrat high caste vultures deem
her hopes nothing but dream
ever preying on her virtuosity
that dominates their caste superiority
arising dalit women suffers subtly
high caste people discriminating policy
based on caste as well gender inferiority
where majority prays and swears by female deity
but treat dalit women mere commodity
nation egotist in its democracy
fails to notice caste discrepancy
dalit women should now be their own saviors
pursue the legacy of Savitribai Phule and Dr. Ambedkar
be educated, be united and agitate
…raHUL
Categories:
discriminating, angst, history, socialwomen, gender,
Form:
“With Education you can change the world”
I was a fly on the wall and I saw... The “discriminating few” students take many steps back, In giving values, ethics and morals the sack, Whilst cultivating fear in the hearts of a divided nation And rejecting dignity in search of debt relaxation.
I was a fly on the wall and I saw... Potential school leavers view the status quo void of hope: From the “frying pan” of the challenges of OBE life Into the cauldron of the “#FMF” strife, they ponder, Or the ‘opportunity cost’ of joining the UIF queue: With bleak futures on the horizon, they search for a tunnel light to ensue...
I was a fly on the wall and I saw...
Two decades ago a proud nation take a forward stance, Shepherding an era that elevated every unified plea, Touching hearts and transforming minds at every fleeting chance; Heralding Madiba’s legacy of forgiveness, reconciliation and peace...
I was also a fly on the wall when Madiba said: “Education is the most powerful weapon one can use to change the world”.
So distorting the view, a discriminating few seemed to misconstrue: That by “Using strife to change the world, ‘Free Education’ falls into your lap”. And as the smoke clears, it doesn’t allay many fears, ‘Cause the precedence that caused many tears, Is doomed to widen the generation gap...
Ronald W. Springfield
Categories:
discriminating, education, forgiveness, future, inspirational,
Form:
Political Verse
My favorite dining place in town is a place called La Baguette.
'Tis a quaint French café and I haven't found its equal yet.
They serve the most scrumptious French onion soup west of Gay Paree,
And it is slurped by discriminating snobs as well as we bourgeoisie!
They serve other grub such as baguettes and burgundy beef stews,
Escargot, pate, salad maison and an assortment of cheese fondues.
And Monday through Friday they ladle bowls of soup du jour,
But each and every day they serve French onion soup for sure!
Eating French onion soup is a challenge and requires a bit of skill,
Especially, dealing with the stringy cheese in that delectable swill.
The glob of provolone clings like a boa constrictor to my spoon,
And dangles from my noble chin making me look somewhat like a goon!
De mal en pis (just when my dilemma has gone from bad to worse),
Faire bonne mine (to put a good face on matters) I tend to curse.
To save face, next time I'll ask the waiter, "S'il vous plait (if you please),
I'll have a bowl of your French onion soup sans that stringy cheese!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt,USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Categories:
discriminating, food, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The Last Supper of Hope
Grief has exhausted itself
And pain has abandoned the heart;
Emptiness now lives where joy
Once called home.
Our streets have become cisterns
Of blood—death quenching its thirst—
Flashbacks of the belly bowels of slave ships
Flying flags of crosses and crescent moons alike.
Hell remains without fury—never discriminating;
And Dante smiling—spits in the face of justice.
Today Armageddon sits at the Last Supper;
May hope be the Bread and Wine. And
Judas forgets to RSVP.
Categories:
discriminating, allegory, analogy, black african
Form:
Prose Poetry