Best Disdaining Poems
Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea,
before these things exist no more,
from mountain top to shifting shore,
when, soon, bald eagles cease to soar
and build their aeries nevermore,
and fish forsake polluted streams
(where sulfur swims and typhoid teems
since no one really cares it seems)
to die inside our toxic dreams
while ice caps melt and winter steams,
and all the air surrounding reeks
as children choke, for no one speaks
of fracking wells or oily leaks
(Big Brother's silenced all critiques!),
and rancid rains acidify
so woods no longer multiply
(for God so wills, we can't deny,
which is, of course, our alibi).
And as the deepest ocean fills
with plastic bags, and garbage spills
upon the plains, across the hills
and turns to poison dust that kills
wild dingo dogs and daffodils
which sink in swamps’ forsaken swills,
the mocking bird makes light and trills
(midst waning wails of whippoorwills)
"Behold the surreal scene that chills
and greet the dread that death distills!
You've had your day with all the frills
that brought the flood and final ills
that can't be cured with bitter pills
nor yet undone with further thrills
of profit gained that grinds and fills
dead desert sands with dollar bills."
EPILOGUE
Though swaddled still in infancy,
we feel we’ve reached our primacy
(aloof, though preaching piously,
disdaining deeds of decency)
and have no need of augury.
But in the pit of prophecy
the crucial questions seem to be:
“Is doom Earth’s fate, our destiny
to twist in tides of agony
destroying nature’s progeny
with no return a certainty
assured by death’s finality?”
and
”Should we plant a willow tree
to someday weep for you and me?”
Categories:
disdaining, daffodils, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Change the story
These words kept ringing in my ears
Change the story
That's not what people want to hear
Every morning you saturate the airwaves
with insentient and agonizing words
disdaining my intelligence
and rekindling a treacherous fire
You have gone down that road before
stirring up fear and doubt
Impeding upon history
And trespassing on my dignity.
You have eroded all civility
spilling vengeance , derision and anger
Catering to their weaknesses
And making unrealistic promises.
Change your groundless theory and
work towards unity
stand up for what you believe in
and stop this useless masquerading
You have been hammering a tale
that is so hard to bear
The chronicle keeps duplicating itself
resonating deeply in despair
The music is playing loudly
Echoing mystics in the air
Change the precarious story
and face the fight with decency.
Categories:
disdaining, angel, bullying, community, encouraging,
Form:
Free verse
There passed amid the crowded fair a lady
All clad in stately gown of em'rald green
With golden trim and diamonds all a-sparkle
It was, I say in truth, a comely scene
Her hair was walnut brown and deftly braided
Her eyes the bluest June I e'er ha' seen
Her face was white as ever summer daisy
As she walked amid the fair in em'rald green
I wended to the lady through the milling
And sought if I might carry of her gage
She chained me with ther fiery diamond necklace
And sought a worthy foe upon the stage
Her eyes passed o'er the sport with sharp disdaining
Said she, These roughened fellows all are mean
I seek a fitted match against my diamonds
To win a crown of honour for the green
At length, she spied the master of the quarter
The stoutest wight of Herefordshire, I ween
And though I had no hope against this venture
I'd do it for the woman clad in green
His quarterstaff was sure and fairly whistled
His arms were strong, as well his eyes were keen
Yet still I kept my feet upon the platform
And prayed them still remain for fair Athene
This lusty fight went on for half the hour
A goodly crowd collected for the see'n'
Then stepped the pretty damsel to the staff-ring
And saith, You fairly won the lass in green
Categories:
disdaining, courage, green, people, woman,
Form:
Quatrain
Murky shadows slink around the darkened rainbow
like black eels embracing the dish hi-lighting mankind’s testes.
As today Man’s testicles still hold the world hostage
and reveal the slow moving continuum slithering toward the world’s fate.
Flames and chaos surround Man's prayers while searching for God.
Man stares at His face looking to find his own,
but knowing God is vindictive, Man’s core freezes
exposing the glass cage that surrounds his heart.
God's stare penetrates the glass cage to see Man’s deviousness,
“The chaos you have created in my world is not why I made you!”
God’s gaze is not consoling, “You have made me angry!”
He raises his voice and Heaven’s gates tremble.
"You have freewill, do the right thing!" God commands.
Sometimes, things happen for a reason, but sometimes, they surprise."
Acumen is displayed in the wisdom written in the nooks and crannies of Life
but learning is not men’s obsession; it is obtaining the Holy Grail of lucre.
These avaricious men, like lemmings, follow a personal path to oblivion,
being devoid of integrity, truth and vision, they wallow in fake glitter.
The black underbelly of the dark rainbow holds many truths
but man is slow to learn disdaining the moral lessons it teaches.
Life led Man to a truism: Surviving is paramount
But Death added another truism: Lives will be sacrificed
Truth is the string that holds the world together
but when deceit runs rampant truth can carry a nation a long way,
yet in the pursuit for power and control; lying reigns supreme.
To stay in power, the liars will twist the truth until it becomes suspect.
Confused people follow the din of the opulent life of the wealthy.
It is greed, selfishness and jingoism the wealthy foment that entices the dispossessed.
Deceitful carrots of untruths are dangled in front of gullible minds
desperate enough to believe they can have it all, too.
Working people continually struggle to find ways to be heard
to expose the elite’s perverse calloused nature of self-centeredness;
maybe the fighting spirit of working people’s efforts to survive is
just enough to impress God to make the world safe for another day...
Categories:
disdaining, america, integrity, men, political,
Form:
Free verse
The succulent trees with healthy branches
sways gentle in the murky atmosphere
The compulsion of nature could not hold out
It rumbled the sky with a desperate shout.
And the delightful afternoon emerged and
warms my heart with comforting vibes
granting me a tranquil place to hide.
The full moon spilled hot sun over my skin
After weeks of wetness and sadness
Without warning it salutes us with unpredictable madness.
For one moment it feels like summer and everyone
was out enjoying this fine weather.
Bewildered by this unexpected charm
It was fun to break this prolonged obscurity
and soaked myself in Spring's warmness.
Looking beyond the peculiar weather
On a day like this I found pleasure lying in the grass
and staring directly into the deceptive sun hoping to get some consolation
But instead I found myself on a strange journey denouncing Lucifer.
The voice of immorality kept shouting out
spitting venom and wavering doubt
The voice of evil keeps drowning me out
How much I want to break out.
I pushed desperately to get a word in
But the loathsome voice kept cutting in
The diabolic forces wrestled with me
For almost two hours I kept rebuking it.
But the more the voice keep crying out
Raging out of control, making false accusation
disdaining everybody, including the innocent ones.
A double tongue and a double voice kept
raging havoc by my side
I fought tirelessly to quite his turbulent spirit
But he kept chatting on with charm and viscous horns.
He would not admit to his narcissistic reaction
so I engaged him by the running stream
And wrestled with him on top of the bridge
We struggled for a while before he reconciled
I went up the slope in the thick bushes
And alas! he surrendered and admit to his reprehensible behavior
Without warning everything was instantly over.
Categories:
disdaining, beauty, bullying, celebration, change,
Form:
Free verse
I’ve heard people say dinosaurs are extinct
But I think there must be a resurgence!
It seems that our scientists all must have blinked,
Could it be just a bad egg emergence?
Imagine eggs dormant for thousands of years,
Now they’ve hatched with hell’s voice in their hoot-in,
This nightmare makes joke out of all of our fears,
For it seems they’re colluding with Putin.
Not often that slime mold can ever make friends,
Much more rarely with sentient creatures,
This scum uses dead and near dead for its ends,
Locked in dance with most all life's worst features!
Republican leaders are near perfect match,
War’s detritus their primary output!
For their reason for living is grabbing by snatch (1),
Evolutions connection to bigfoot?
It’s screwing and getting screwed Donald knows best,
And it could be it’s all that he’s good at,
Which explains why he thinks he must win to pass test
Beat him fair, get screwed twice, is his format.
If “excellence” is what unprejudiced seek,
The less fair minded seek just “advantage,”
Their disdaining of women means best sex is Greek,
Nation’s Law just a meddlesome baggage.
Supreme Court appointments must show prejudice,
Not a hint of a leaning toward fairness,
“Level playing field” “code” for unknown precipice,
And “Republican cheating” awareness.
It's hard to come up with one thing they stand for
Not wrapped up in Orwellian madness,
Theirs a nearsighted view only fools should adore,
And occasion for new Christian sadness.
Brian Johnston
February 16, 2017
Poet’s Notes:
(1) Of course, I am referring to “snatch” as a way of stealing from others
Categories:
disdaining, angst, betrayal, humor, political,
Form:
Quatrain
Vegans and Vegaterians
Half-baked lies and friendly flies , is what most poor people eat.
Lemon drops and candy and choclate kisses aer too sweet.
Eye eat MEAT.I like the burgers AND the dogs,
sandwiches of all kinds , but BEEF is best for me.
Chicken I have found elimanates from me,
I place it on the ground,when eye am early bound for the Bus Sun Tran.
The Chicken finds no place in me.
It does not slide away; but drops from me almost perfectly,
in the form of one hard cylinder.
My brother always tells me , Chicken would be the main course
iff he could have chicken every day.
He is still a villager.
I was never guilty of being part of my own family,
whatever I had always belonged to me myself and eye,
and now yew tew.
Eye have to feed all four of me.
It takes a lot of meat,and sometimes a little bread instead,
to feed the whole of me.
Eye am dead.
That death is certain eye no longer fear.
My own destruction will just aid me in my journey to the Heaven.
Simple minds aer best,and ladies finery aer best,
carrotts and celery and spinach is best,
and corn and beans is the best substitute for the meat.
Daniel in the Lions Den,was eating PUCE , a vegetable.
He was a Vegan disdaining the King`s venison.
He could not and would not face corruption.
Astounded by the Revelation , the Book Of Daniel tells
of nations , torn asunder by the sword,
plundered by the soldiers eating meat.
Not the Vegans or the Vegaterians.
Non-pulsed is what I am when I am eating meat.
Daniel of the Bible is a Vegan to all the Vegaterians.
They have no meat , and no corruption.
Categories:
disdaining, friendship, funny, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
You, unforgettable lass
Wined and dined by champion stuff
Chose me singlehandedly
Disdaining emblem, lance and ruff
I turned out to be minstrel though
Luckless wayward troubadour
Flitting past from post to post
Stringing harps and often poor
Lamented bald and ribald all,
‘That epitome of womankind
Should languish in the arms of such
Fool, who’s always left behind’
Stunned, however, I remain
When each morning brings to me
Still today at sixty plus
Like morning dew your loving glee
Categories:
disdaining, lovemorning,
Form:
Romanticism
Christ said:
“I leave you with another commandment.
Love others as I have loved you.”
“Let the little children come to me,
For the Kingdom of God is made up of these.”
Humanity has missed and will miss them dearly,
How many saviors in one million strong,
Slaughtered for convenience yearly,
By a proud and licentious throng.
We have come to believe the verbal engineering talk.
Mr. Webster says it all really quite simple and plain.
To mangle and kill with malice aforethought .
That’s murder, "abortion" the engineered name.
How many prophets, Ghandis, Kings and dreams,
Destroyed in these political, selfish schemes,
Disdaining and disallowing our salvation to carry on,
They come through us, not from us as said by Gibran.
Easy to blame the many voted in,
But how in Hades did they get there?
“Voted”, the keyword to economy’s spin.
The dollar god, ...do babies care?
Yes we can prose about love and compassion,
But my friends, love is in the mind and will.
Feeling good warm fuzzies are all the fashion,
Yet, what part of love can vote to kill?
Do this “because you deserve it” the ads say,
“because you’re worth it”. We have our nerve!
Lord, if we don’t change.. come doomsday,
Humanity will get "what we deserve."
!
Categories:
disdaining, faith, life, lovelove,
Form:
Rhyme
oh home on the range—
nothing has changed
disdaining
and disagreeing
yet sharing
the same bowl
pilate’s children dip
fingers in common water
each washing
the other’s hands
with bloody towels
of innocence
indifference
is the american way
come let us play
cowboys and indians
no less a claimed massacre—
last stand on somebody else’s land
not a mumbling word is heard
‘bout treatment of the ebony heard
at home on the range
seems nothing has changed
same beat…killing
same street…god willing
this is the land of the free
and the home of the brave
doesn’t include you and me—
children of the slave
race remains the country’s major issue
hued skin is still treated like used waste tissue
to making america great again
is returning to business as usual
let the chameleon poor heal their own pain
power for the masses is always met with refusal
let not bomb-barded hearts succumb to trouble
liberty succeeds nothing without struggle
Categories:
disdaining, allegory, analogy, black african
Form:
Free verse
Portrait: It Is She Who Triumphed- Part II
Arabic Poem By: Saad Al-Hajji*
Translated into English By:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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(Continued from Paqrt I)
Beauty was pronounced expressively through her splendid silence
And slowly, she climbed the darkness walls
Up to the heart of the sky
Proclaiming the power of her light
With a glistening silvery face;
I feared the attack of a fierce predator upon her,
But the crowd of black phantoms went into deep silence.
!With closed eyes pretending to sleep or hide
Gloating over their misfortune, I gazed at them,
And exclaimed:
“As if you don’t see her!
This wonderful, untouchable,
Dazzling beauty manifests herself over the horizon
She is rising above your dark and gloomy trees,
Disdaining the charred twigs of your houses,
Looking at me through the holy book of her heavens
Wth a smiling countenance,
Rising steadily and rapidly,
Extending her neck from darkness to life
And from lifelessness to birth;
She is silent with poise,
Uttering music,
Aflame in longing,
Passionate like lovers,
Overtly captivating,
Extravagantly generous
And inundating.
How amazing are your tragic pleasures, Oh life!
Woe to those who fancy you,
And woe to those who don’t!
Oh! How often you invited me to come to you,
From behind the walls
of water haze of early morns
When morning birds begin their songs
But here I am now
Receiving a cascade of light
From a moon, as well surprised;
That’s all in spite of the horizon,
With black, heavily-armed
Phantoms!
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Translated by:
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
July 31, 2012-08-02
* Saad Al-Hajji is a poet from Iraq
Original text in Arabic: http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=163695
Categories:
disdaining,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Sunshine at dawn blasts sunbeam holes in clouds.
A celestial searchlight celebration,
with silent cheers unheard by sleeping crowds
who slept through their snooze alarm dictation.
When sun's up high in sky it's warm and bright
all paramount, pervading, endearing.
People scurry about in new day's light.
Ignoring the sun as source, disdaining.
Noon is so hot, it's time to cover up.
On goes the slip, slop, slap, perhaps a hat.
People duck, hide, in shadows envelop.
Sun becomes a lethal glare to combat.
Sundown, is the only time when sunshine
gets worshipped - toned down, dimmed to red, in shrine.
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6 March 2018
Categories:
disdaining, sun, sunshine,
Form:
Sonnet
Gardens,
like dreams
and other multiculturing complexities,
process
and sometimes progress into becoming ripe,
then unbecoming dormancy,
advent of and for regardening
redreaming seeds
preparing to further process
Perennial primal roots deepening into
new spring's progressive attachment
network of polycultural dream garden nutrition,
aesthetic nurture,
ethical nature,
animating spirit of Earth's co-arising power life.
Eden's original rising
and subsequent falling Garden
surrounds our GreenTribal Tree
of Ego/Eco-centering Life and WinterDeath.
The Creator's forbidden foreshadow Tree
of Good and Evil
is a secondary,
yet divinely co-inspired, Tree
on our LeftBrain monocultural way
toward reducing Life to Good
and seducing Death through Evil--
Dreaming up and down
Win to Lose evolutionary models
and capitalism's mono-atheistic further investments
in secularizing-commodifying Life
while spiritualizing accommodating Death;
praising win-win peace
while raising lose-lose Falls
re-enacting retributive divine greed,
detached disdaining injustice,
childish, perhaps adolescent at best, pettiness.
Evil, like Death,
is no more original
than the Great Fall and Eternal Winter,
whether we see and hear,
taste and touch
as divine Gardeners
or merely regenesis EarthTribal dreamers
of generic Spring uprisings
and Summer sensory climaxes
for Eden's Tree of cooperatively original EcoLife,
and secondarily hibernating shadows of Ego-Death
Waiting
like an original Falling spring
for our ecofeminist deep green learning RightBrain
Rising Up
like a new spring garden,
like a dreaming root-systemic Tree
of GoodLife win-win cooperative processes
and EvilDeath lose-lose competitive climate pathology
of and for further revolutionary
divinely inspired creations,
re-creations,
evolutions and devolutions
in Eden Gardens,
regenerative and degenerative dreams
co-arising good and evil fruit
absorbed by ecofeminists
and devoured by patriarchs
Together
equally interdependent
in good life
through evil death
EarthTribal loyalty,
interdependent global patriotism,
universal solidarity,
compassion,
love,
energy,
Original humane/divine co-arising attachment
and secondary wealth detachment
and tertiary green health reinvestment
in full garden cooperative enchantments.
Categories:
disdaining, community, creation, dream, earth,
Form:
Political Verse
Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.
Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.
Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.
Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.
Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.
For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.
Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.
Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.
Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.
Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.
Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.
Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.
Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.
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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half
Categories:
disdaining, silly,
Form:
Monoku
How were you at six years old,
Pigtailed, jumping down the stairs,
Or further, at a sombre seven
Disdaining play at hounds and hares
How at ten you sang to sleep
Toddler siblings two and three,
Ran home having won a prize
For racing at the school soiree
How at nine you sang to guests
And, applauded, blushed rose red
How, still at eight you feared the dark,
Took your Chinese doll to bed
I saw a photo, at seven or eight
Silent, sweet, pretty and fair
A small and loving kindly face,
Long white frock and lovely hair
Categories:
disdaining, love
Form:
Verse