Best Disdains Poems
The long, green tail twitching on the kitchen floor
Fills me with disgust, so I throw it outside.
I'm aware that my obligate carnivore
Has a secret that she disdains to confide.
The cat grabbed the lizard while crouched in the shade.
She enjoyed a meal of reptilian feast,
Yet she kept the tail, brought in to be displayed.
My sweet, cuddly cat, my predatory beast.
Categories:
disdains, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
"Lucifer's Laments"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Dramatic Monologue)
Do You not see, Almighty God,
How Your order man defied?
So base, so vile, so gravely flawed,
Yet so consumed by pride!
He broke all sacred codes though warned,
He dared to pay no heed,
He mocked Your words, Your gifts he
scorned,
He breached what You decreed,
Beyond the holy saint's facade,
There hides a worthless cheat,
A savage beast, a thief, a fraud,
The master of deceit,
Too weak to tame his lust and greed,
To feel remorse, too vain,
Power, wealth his only creed,
And Your worship he disdains,
He quenched his thirst with blood he
spilled,
In countless wars he waged,
Centuries wore on. Millions killed,
Civilizations laid to waste,
But he prides this life of sin and crime,
As he leads himself astray!
His humanity lost in his race with time,
And by the error of his way,
Why then My Lord was I expelled?
Was mine a darker sin?
I am the angel that rebelled,
But is not man my evil twin?
To salve his conscience, me he blames,
When he himself is full of vice,
While in his heart surely he shames,
To have staged his own demise,
It is a myth his vice I feed,
He writes himself his fate,
Man: A far more disgusting breed,
Not merely my incarnate!
(Finalist - International Poetry Soup
Contest 2011)
Categories:
disdains, faith, forgiveness, introspection, peace,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
First and above all
He dreamt me up, had me in regards
Prior to conceived, befit me for salvation
Timely was parturient into realm that was, is and forever will be
Little nothing known I, wholly out-and-out shed He supreme priceless blood.
Could He resent dying on the woods?
Nail-pierced palms’ no hilarity
Doubtlessly fleshly heart as mine was His
Torment and anguish trepidation interweave
Extremity heartbeats.
Shudder to death in imagination of His death knowledge
Evoke mocking and disdains and beatings with cursing render repentance
How innocence turned guilty for wrongs
Cleansed as filthy garment purged in blood to whiteness
Had I gone onto altar for me, I’d fail acceptance as offering.
Lamb worthily solitary slain, sins exonerate
What shall I repay Lord demise on intersection?
His is silver, gold own I not, words of mouth thanking Him the Lord gave
What feasibly of value can I, for Jesus do, equate that He’s done on the cross?
Instead, “Thank you King Messiah, Lover of my soul.”
Who else is worthy to open the scroll breaking seven seals?
Who can go to God arbitrating iniquities?
Only Jesus Christ the Son of the Living God High above in holy heaven on glorious throne
Moreover He’s Love of my heart
None other is Life and Counsel.
He deserves honor and glory and majesty and worship from all
Described as Wonderful, Marvelous, Precious and Adorable
Nothing alike to Him; be it on lands, in depth of waters or yonder horizons
No one matches His standards, but His love endures human imperfections
He is the Almighty, Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnificent, and Omnipresent.
His name is Jesus-The One and the Only ONE, besides Him is no other than He
Blessed be the name of Jesus forever and ever.
Amen!
Categories:
disdains, christian,
Form:
Rhyme
Some have said Jan has dung for brains
How rude are those who place disdains
on her poems in the soup
Their words are full of poop
Jan sits upon her throne and reigns
From porcelain commode she rules
Toilet paper and pen, her tools
She takes a morning dump
from a crack in her rump
One day she found dark colored stools
Her doctor arranged for a scan
So, off to the UK, flew Jan
From her brain to her feet
First an enema... Fleet
That kept Jan sitting on the can
Days later, she read the results
With mirth and laughter, Jan exults
She'd eaten licorice
Rumors were gibberish
Fools, were those rumoring insults
Jan's brain scan proved that she's alright
If her poems offend the 'uptight'
She just couldn't care less
If it brings them distress
Because she doesn't give a s.h.i.t.e
Categories:
disdains, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Basketball stands for war or battle.
That's why I think about the players'
personalities, in my foxhole or squad.
Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan
especially can pass making him master
and commander. To defeat them as we did
is very satisfying. Ben's five year old son
is intelligent but distant. Disdains to answer
my question Why are you you?
But I'm not here
to catalogue the men's personalities.
I like them. But each of us has moved on
many times, when _______ suddenly died
the games went on with hardly a mention
and his name has since been forgotten.
But even this, absolute mortality
of not just our bodies but our names
and souls is not what I came
to talk about. Yesterday, between games,
I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes
the high school. He mounted an impassioned
defense of reading as the indispensable skill
when I suggested math, the scientific method
and history are essential too.
Also between games
Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald.
I was moved by the care he took to satisfy
his curiosity, concerned the subject might be
difficult. He's a political science teacher so
I took the opportunity to ask What ails
the republic? Of course I answered myself
wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq
and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing
I thought, treating the subject with a light touch
heretofore lacking.
But none of this is what I came to say.
A new guy, very big and strong, a
bulldozer under the boards with a good
outside shot if needed got into a dispute
with the other Bob who likes to tell people
what to do sometimes, about an offensive
foul Bob called which we almost never do.
The new guy said If you can't take it don't
play under the boards which is what I say
when I'm pissed and don't give a ****.
Bob said You've been pushing and shoving me
all day. I said He doesn't want to be
pushed and shoved which got a wry
smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.
Categories:
disdains, basketball, body, games, history,
Form:
Verse
How true that words reveal the heart content,
For from the lips a person does impart
His thoughts, his being, his hidden intent,
All these come from the things stored in the heart.
He so declared that he denies there's God,
Disdains all others who have found true faith.
Presents the many woes in life he had,
That he "prays" to a Being he negates.
Such contradiction gives us evidence,
Of one whose soul is lost, gripped in Darkness.
No light in there, just the Spirit's absence-
And that explains the claws of Emptiness.
The blind can't discourse on what he can't see.
His vain words would sound like those from a fool.
So vague are his views, understandably
His fate in the end will be.... just dreadful.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.24.16
"It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God." (Hebrews 10:31)
Categories:
disdains, heart, light, lost, truth,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
gnomic world
disdains truth's offer
so suffers
Categories:
disdains, visionary, world,
Form:
Senryu
Good evening, hello sir and how do you do,
Our special today here is dish number two.
Spam I am on a plate with a side of burgoo.
Would you like that? I'll bring it to you if you do.
That spam I am
That spam I am
I do not like that spam I am.
Would you like green eggs and ham?
Green eggs and ham? How very droll,
A cliché dish not fit for a troll.
Bring food that's exciting, bring something that's bold,
A dish that will make my poor taste buds explode.
Your chef's the great black and white cat I am told.
A man of discernment sir, that's what you are.
And here is a dish that has come from afar.
An exotic dish from the jungle of Nool,
A dish that will make all your tasting buds drool.
A fine bird nest stew made as big as a pool,
Garnished on top with a Whovian jewel.
Bird nest stew sir, that won't do sir,
I ate that in Solla Sollew sir.
Oh Solla Sollew on the banks of Wah-hoo,
Now there is a town that can make a good stew.
Create a creation for me that's brand new!
You want an original dish by our cat?
Perhaps a fruit salad of yams and loquat
with trufulla fruit and the juice of a yat
Served hot in Bartholomew Cubbins first hat.
What do you think? Do you think you'd like that?
I am a critic of food not of hats,
And I don't approve of the squeezing of yats.
If that is the best that your cat can create,
I tell you right now that he can't be called great.
You say you're a critic, why that's something new,
Who doesn't enjoy our fruit salad or stew,
Who will not eat spam and disdains our burgoo,
I think I'll consult with thing 1 and thing 2.
Please hurry dumbwaiter you're wasting my time.
I need to eat food that is sweet and sublime.
A meal of such goodness I'd call it a crime,
And bring to an end this ridiculous rhyme.
Here sir, have an orange.
Categories:
disdains, food, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
If the sin of pride is my condign curse;
then I own it, and I can do no worse.
If the world disdains me, not saying why;
then I can stand it, though I want to die.
Outcast for good, alone for evermore,
as souls recoil, ne'er to enter my door.
Because of pride, I'm kept from the Lord's light;
lost, I curse Heaven with all of my might!
(Too bad if some don't recognize my genius;
but know, great souls believe in their greatness.
So spite this world if I'm damned any longer,
for the burden of brilliance makes me stronger!)
Categories:
disdains, forgiveness, god, hurt, loneliness,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Morning comes. Wake up. Wake up
to the sound of bright, dry rain
falling. Hearts cannot stop.
Your memories always develop
In photographs I keep.-- can't keep sane.
Morning comes. Wake up! wake up!
I miss you... Your smell, the way your makeup
Stains my pillow every time. (Irrevocable pain
Falling, yet hearts cannot stop.)
Your mother hates me; "What a trollop
you've become! My poor daughter." She disdains.
Morning comes, wake up? Wake up?
The sun rains like a tear drop
Upon a face that contains
A falling heart that cannot stop.
Every morning, the tragedy continues to gallop
within the walls of my Vein, they still remain.
Morning comes. Wake up! Then wake up...
But fell hearts just cannot stop.
Categories:
disdains, lost love, love, nostalgia
Form:
Villanelle
Unbearable beauty in brown
Was Lily the toast of the town.
She had such a fine air
With her brown auburn hair
As she danced in brown velvet gown.
The swains were swooning for her.
A few fisticuffs did occur.
But Lil had her brown eye
Upon one certain guy
And danced on, ignoring the stir.
Handsome to her as George Clooney,
Taller by far than Mick Rooney,
Perfection to her eyes.....
She sighed so many sighs,
Her partner thought she was swoony.
He asked if she wanted to sit.
She answered, "Oh yes, just a bit."
Directing him to chair
With her favored one near,
She sent him some water to get.
Unbearable beauty in brown
Was no longer there, sitting down.
She was oozing with charm
Clinging to Handsome's arm.
Deserted he stood like a clown.
The water he threw in her face.
Now she is the one in disgrace.
When with water pelted
Her cheap brown gown melted
She's disrobed to panties of lace.
The handsome one truly disdains,
The sight of her varicose veins.
He leaves without warning.
It's four in the morning.
No trace of her beauty remains.
There's a moral to this small tale
That young men should heed without fail.
If the beauty you see
Is not all it should be
Then it's wise like Handsome, to bail.
Categories:
disdains, betrayal,
Form:
Light Verse
Her face is not the sparkling mien of an angel
And her hair is not as hard as a horse’s mane,
Her gait is easy to predict and it’s nothing close
To the cat-walked strides that beauty models feign.
Her shy smile will send chills down your spine
But it cannot rival the practiced grins of a socialite,
She does not intend it but her cooing will drive
The most deadened stoic into a bout of sensual appetite.
She’s not any reincarnated ancient goddess
And she’s never thought so highly of herself,
Humility her weakness and coyness her strength;
Suzie disdains the quick girlish tempers of an elf.
With other pretty girls she does not herself compare.
Pageant judges can never fully unearth her limitless splendor
That puts hibiscuses and chrysanthemums to easy shame,
And makes all roses look uglier, and every peony feel less tender.
Suzie’s brimming beauty no fabled nymph can ever attain,
Though her humble aim is to remain hearty and ever plain.
Categories:
disdains, love,
Form:
Verse
Two Poems
Avariciously she wanted to be a poetess
Cryptic colloquial eloquent words possessed
Often elusive eschewed from the theme
Limericks and rhymes avoiding etymology means
She an emissary of exonerated poetry banned
Refused extrication to facilitate an easy read
Hoped the fallowed grounds would lead the thieves
Foolhardily challenged the spies of poetry
Used furtive and feasible ingenious loquacious words
For the myopic poet seeing past opaque platitudes
A potentate poetess unconstrained by rules
Made a prudent decision of quiescent raconteur
The timorous young woman without any means
Observed scant observations of her apparent world
A sense of rectitude despite the rancid rooms
Holding profoundly laud regarding the state of penury
Perhaps, she myopic to any morose situations
A genius idiosyncrasy to others observations
Reading her books extraneous to any interpretations
Choosing eruditions to edify accusing disdains
Definitively making her way, condoning opinions
The cantankerous say.
Escaping reality with ambivalent
Articulate assents by way of academic astute ebullience
Categories:
disdains, humorous, poems,
Form:
That young girl
Is Fair skin
And tall waist
Is howling shaking
On the terrace after the rain
Smoking fiercely
Her glamorous body is trembling and
Beautiful eyes are filled with hatred and confusion
Being narcosis
In the hazy smoke
Getting lost
In the lonely sorrow
She
Is coldly watching passers
Disdains revealing suffers
A rebellious drama
On the way to nowhere
Vigorously being staged
The main character of the drama
Is sucking the poison to murder her own
In the coldness of the rain
Trying to jump out from the misery
But deeply immersing in the abyss of ignorance
By Yunyan GU
03 Jan. 2016
Categories:
disdains, abuse, addiction, anxiety,
Form:
Narrative
A thing possessed by power desires exert
turns into an object inanimate and inert.
A life untainted and vibrant if captured
by the bloodstained clutch of lust tart
rolls like fallen beads, the string ruptured.
The senses drenched in acidic insolence
don’t repent for a moment the presence
in dismal heart the perennial obsession
of fostering desires in their grey essence,
decimating the spirit of their possession.
A body accessed by instincts of desire vile
existence is no longer animated, it’s futile.
The sunken piteous mind breaks asunder
at threshold of disgrace where disdains pile.
Where has sanity gone, times don’t ponder.
The conception called life adored and prized
a precious treasure to be preserved with pride.
When it wrecks to crumble in an object ravaged
the heart spawns hatred stowing love aside
and doesn’t find a place for the soul shamed.
September 22, 2017
Categories:
disdains, abuse, angst, desire, life,
Form:
Rhyme