Best Disdain Poems
Oh the venom on these lips
cold fury should you
taste it there. Drink
deep my gathering gloom
quench your thirst for
my lies and my truths
and my muted thoughts.
Stand still frozen dead
in pools of wonder and
dread for this poison
that seeps into your
pores will not soon
leave the haunted spaces
your frightened places
there will be myriad traces
where it killed the
wonder it found in your
dull and dreary mind.
Choke on toxic thoughts
vomit my musings and
spit forth guts colored
black with doubt and
fear and torment stain
the ground with your
loosened purpose your
pathetic beliefs that
words are always intentions
of the noble and righteous.
This is dedicated
To this girl
Her eyes told a mysterious story that exposed her danger
But my sixth sense was overpowered by the hearts need to love
a stranger
The perfect dime to my ninety which completes me entirely
This. . .
Girl
Was a gift from the universe, filled with distorted energy
Which then combined with mine, and I confused with synergy
From the start, gave her my hand
Invited her to my world,
Then gave her my heart
A heart that considered her a good habit
Which caused it only to beat in the presence of her love
and like a dove
I was then pictured as a symbol of peace and flew away in the skies
I was peace. We were peace.
Our light moving towards cloud nine, but past that to cloud infinity
Our future together was clear, close my eyes and I could see it vividly
we were like Siamese twins, take us apart and death is a possibility
I was here to stay,
my love was here to stay . . .
I thought you were here to stay so
you could NOT. GET. RID OF ME...
or could you?
I closed my eyes and I heard steps
And like a ninja, out of my life you crept
And this thief...
This thief came through the darkness of the night and snatched you
Grabbed you up
Dazed you
Flashed you
''I could do better than him'' through his false aura he screamed
Funny thing is, you believed.
I was deceived
Received with open arms
But later on replaced.
Thought of as the man of your dreams
But later on erased
Running from reality, when in reality I had to chase it
Love was a crutch to me, but I had to face it
You were the lost soul
That was seduced by the bandit
Now my heart considers you a cigarette
In other words a bad habit
Granted
I don't need you
All I need is mental stability
Acceptance of reality
This notebook
And my pen
So then...
Me and you can just become
Strangers, again.
Two ravens in the summer dusk
Were, back and forth, debating
From two phone poles, loud and brusque
They kept deliberating
When one gave their rebuttal
The other answered back
But far be it from the kettle
To call the raven black
And while I stood observing
They looked at me askance
A creature undeserving
Of a simple sideways glance
On this one thing they did agree
Those two birds of a feather
And, mocking all humanity
They flew away together.
"Goodness is like hate
Both grow from seeds"
- Arthur Vaso
I kneel on you
Red earth
like the blood
flowing
in your veins
Blue cold as
your eyes
Beautiful
and skipping
Like dragonflies
on water
and lilies
I am frozen
In your disdain
Diminished
In your contempt
Beneath my
withered hand
Thump thump
of your heart
Whistles soft
as a breeze
to thaw
my starved lungs
I dig a small hole
in your red earth
To plant my seed
of love
And smother your hate
***
March 5, 2017
Loving math is hard to do
for almost everyone.
It’s hard to keep your focus
on the problem ‘till it’s done.
But "practice makes it easier"
is something few will learn;
getting to be good at math
is something you must earn.
It’s hard and makes you concentrate
and takes a lot of time,
but in the end, it’s worth it all,
to know you've reached a prime.
So even though it's hard to do
and sometimes hurts your brain,
try to be a friend to math;
don't treat it with disdain.
You’ll be ahead of everyone and
know some things they don’t;
You’ve given up a little time,
to be ahead of those who won’t.
PAIN I DISDAIN MADE PLAIN
Upon a road of crooked adventure ventured I
With my words flowing from the forest to the naked plain
Two statesmen and one stately lady censured I
Claiming, perhaps correctly, that I was inane
Upon a street that wound around a town I wound
I had little in my pockets and even less of a chance
Ties had me bound while unaware to where I was bound
Tied to tumult and shackled to a circuitous circumstance
I chose to meander down a meandering lane
While my muscles made their misery very well known
Too many people claimed I complained about a malingering pain
But my aches were actual down to the very last bone
On a rambling road I rambled down a wretched road
While describing in detail my detrimental disdain
No one carried me but I carried a heavy load
While those people maintained that I must be insane
I was strolling down some high rolling hills
Whereupon three strangers accused me of commanding them toward crime
I forced no one to do anything since I believe that cajoling kills
Besides the fact that I had neither the inclination nor the time
These people made their pertinent predictions perfectly plain
I didn’t ask them nor did I need to know why
They vowed I’d grow more insane from years of the pretense of pain
But they’re all very wrong since I have only one year till I die
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Villanelle : Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Vesuvius sank isle strung duckweed in Mid-Sea
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
Tough talk across Atlantic makes Olympus hiss
Triumphant magnate tandem with pale Yin on knee
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
No Plato to lament holy Lost Angeles
Split through Grand Canyon guts out at New Jersey
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
Meru’s father stomachs no campaign mudsling blitz :
« Stop the la-di-da now or I’ll make you float free ! »
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
« Let Minerva win or I’ll split Oval Office !
I’ll not say it again : You’ll lose Land of Free ! »
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
No curse worse than what shatters Olympus bliss
« Come to your senses now : Trump card will make you flee ! »
Those whom the gods disdain bloat tough in hubris
Tectonic plates clash Zeus’ curse sinks Atlantis
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
swollen waif implores
disappointment stands firm
strangers welcome babe
He who question's
His own Soul
Thus, relinquish
To the deep
-- And -
All that is Holy
He is not Holy, merely
Incomplete
Thus, he has
Only one Spirit
To stand alone,
To the disdain
Of the Lord Jesus
Thy God....
He is so all alone
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
From: "The Cross"
Xlibris.com BOOK #106627
Rev. (NOV2013)
There didn’t have to
be a reason
no one thing
no trigger
it was always boiling
just beneath the surface
always.
It could have been
the number of soldiers
lying empty on the desk
next to the ashtray.
You know the one
the one that left
the two scars
the one into which you
stamped your anger
hostility
hopelessness.
I could always tell
in the car
Adele’s playing
the hours will not pass
quickly
it will be a long night
a call to arms
a call in the morning
“I won’t be in today
something’s come up.”
And blood
would seemingly trickle
from the corners
of your
downturned mouth
from your hateful
eyes
from chewing on
the razors of your
merciless
rage and despair.
So many
candle impressions
left on walls
breaking windows
staining chairs
so many treasures
and keepsakes shattered.
Amazing how everything
was always ready
for a new scene
how you managed to
replace the facts
change the clues
change impressions
replace the views.
But then
you were exceptional at
evaporating the mess
outside scrubbed tidy
(inside would always
be ugly spiteful vengeful)
you were so thorough
so vigorous
through your efforts
appearances were kept.
Not me
nothing clean here
filthy with horrors
dirty with dread
scummy with fear
on the inside
never knowing when
the other heel was going
to drop or when
peacekeepers would
appear skeptical again
arrangements were made.
In the end
you wrote a play
I was the unknowing lead
the irony the comedy
the blasphemy
great theatre
it didn’t win me awards
you got me put away
what a drama!
Your performance epic
your sad woman’s show!
No sweat
took on the bout
no man could win
no sweat
it was the principle of it
I wasn’t lying down but
the judge she didn’t see it
my way
funny that
k’od.
Oh, but now!
But now!
I have today
freedom never
tasted so good
sometimes I’m amazed
that I don’t
have more scars
but then again
your aim was never
that good
was it?
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Villanelle: Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Life is an arrow stuck in the flesh - ask not WHY nor WHEREFROM, made of WHAT nor HOW
just tend to the wound.
THE BUDDHA, the Enlightened ONE
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Yet the many dote on the media-made stars
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
The secret of success lies in bearing with bane
Every ego seeks to exact lost largesse wars
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Disdain’s the god-daughter of envy when inane
Everything serves to mask one’s failed hard-worked chores
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
Disdain feeds on high gnarled puritain racial gain
Such egos as stand not other ethnic higher scores
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Can the State be envious of Citizen Kane
Or just the giant voice on radio Star Wars
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
Would the Enlightened One deem today’s scene stark vain
Is the wound self-inflicted or caused by our stars
Envy or disdain which the slave-master of pain
Do States rest immune to the hell they wreak insane
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
I must confess unmitigated disdain
For those allowing jealousy a place,
An emotion from which I abstain
I must confess unmitigated disdain,
My brain simply will not sustain
This drain upon my cerebral space,
I must confess unmitigated disdain
For those allowing jealousy a place.
Written September 2, 2022
HAPPY CAMPER
Cultivation of thought with in the heart
That has been seeding in the soul
Journey of the bare mind state
Agitated, while the lifeline is Un whole.
Designing the stream of desires goal.
As time fly's for what is untold
Digging deepest heart of the intellect's gold.
Unwrapping mystery what has been fold.
Following the cycle, revival of the wounded existence.
Up in the hill taking your consciousness talking of its presence.
Persistence of scintillating essence.
Foundation of your livelihood under pressure and pain
Foolishness of awareness for the manhood
Maness and madness laconic repressor of the chain
Disdain oneness, openness of choice
Brain damaged, flawless lack to entertain
Humiliation abashed the self-concept
Simulation of nature without any intent.
Here and there Notion of right or wrong.
Congenial sound of the soul's freedom song.
Beating in muscle like twitch vibration.
Happy camper for the melody of revelation.
[9/17/2022 7:48 PM]
They are packaged neatly in this form for you
Just so you know I disdain it, this form you choose
Forever keeps me guessing at how I'll lose
Guess on says you, guess again says I, cause
Weakness betrays this poet, and it betrays the
Exhibitors of kindness. I see your weakness
Punctuated at the end of a sentence.
Slays a dragon and steals the treasure to repent,
That's what this warrior did, i'll never conform
To your form the way you'd like. Devil may
Come a nockin on yer door dear though if
Ya strike. Strike me down with your disdain
But I'll come back and I'll always complain.
I disdain your little form, and at last I punctuate this with a storm!
For is it not the antithesis of the way I feel?
This poem will refuse to relocate itself, but It will infuse itself in your memory' in the hopes that you will find it very, very, very grammatically incorrect;
You
feed
me from
infancy;
you taught me to walk
so why circumcise my heart mother
your love is like the serpents lie to eve- deceptive
behind these forbidden doors you delivered blow after blow as Cain did Abel
1/8/2019
Writing Challenge
Dear Heart