Best Disfigure Poems
Fight or flight mode always on
Can't explain to anyone
what is going on in life
Internal/External strife
"Take a breath; you'll be alright"
Set a match to dynamite
World without is going mad
World within is getting sad
Cortisol spikes all the time
Rarely am I doing fine
"Wake up! Someone's calling you!"
"Look around! There's much to do!"
Balance work and what's at home
You're fenced in, not free roam
Danger's waiting; don't go far
Bombs disfigure, leave a scar
"Caregiver" your major role
Try to keep it in control
Energy is on the wane
Losing marbles, can't stay sane
On decline is mental health
Send out feelers on the stealth
Do they know I'm on the edge?
Can't hold on to "live life" pledge
Eulogies their time to speak
During life, played hide and seek
No one came to find me here
Though they knew my life was drear
Fight or flight mode, cortisal
Will make sure I take the fall
When I'm laid there in the ground
Please, say silent! Not a sound!
Don't be sad; no, do not cry!
Don't you try to fathom why!
All is well; I am at peace
The fires in my life now cease
I'll enjoy a nice long sleep
Eyes all dry, for I'll not weep
Hope I'll hear that trumpet blast
Rise up and reach home at last
There in heaven all is well
Thankfully, I've skipped on hell
Here is only harmony
Fight or flight is history!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
OCTOBER 19, 2024
Beirut, Lebanon
Wonder how many poetry-gods or language-gods
They distort or disfigure the poem to their whims.
What are the uses of the Standard Forms of Poetry
If each one of us wants to be the creator of rules.
One demands there should be no punctuation
Other says I am strict about the punctuation.
Still other commands less or more syllables
I wonder it tests the taste of creative writers
Than the rules permit in forms of poetry.
At the same time ignores the rule of Capital
Breaking the rules of grammar and forms.
I wonder if it is to satisfy one’s ego
Still I am searching the logic behind this change.
Still other not certain of syllable rules
Puts a blog to learn the rules of others
Instead of giving benefit of doubt
And claims that he is very strict about it.
A time may come when there will be sonnets
Of 1 line to any length and haiku of one syllable.
First lesson we learn of the grammar and
The forms of poetry are fast overlooked.
Tell me if it is not the rape of the poetry.
Please my fellow poets-in-pens and quills
Don’t mutate the poetry that is our passions
Inspirations, emotions, feelings and what not.
She is the food of our thoughts and passions
Be gentle, tread softly on that lovely road.
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Second Place winner
Contest: Your Free Word Precept – In Honor of John Freeman
WATER IS LIFE
People ignore me because of my simple nature
If you ask me, I would not hesitate to say;
When the creator takes, I take, however, every other thing comes after me.
As a liquid, so colorless I am, I don’t deny the fact anyway
But, tell you solemnly I am valuable more than any conceivable liquid that men embrace.
Plant feel prideful enough, men thought they are the greatest
Birds of the air with their glittering nature, this is because;
I get enormous kiss from them every time!
When I become angry for anything,
I will put shame, disgrace to it
It cease from its normal functioning.
If men boast that they can do without me, notwithstanding the status
Can they withstand my wrath when I cease for three weeks?
Oh no! Even if they can, they will stink, struck them with disease-
Disfigure their physic and they will kiss the mother Earth!
Why should the birds be arrogant?
Is it for; their unique feathers, attractive beaks, and their consequential legs?
Do they not feed in fruits of trees?
Which I nurture tenaciously from incarnation
If I should give them my back side, they will simply add nothing but
Manure to the mother Earth.
What of the beautiful flamboyant flowers
That produces sweet nectar for insect to live?
What of The plant of the earth that every animal derives its life?
Am I not the one that makes them paramount?
If they decide not to be in speaking terms with me
Oh no! I will make them as thin as an AIDS patient
I will disfigure their out look to resemble such suffering from-
Sickle-cell anemia or perhaps, kwashiorkor
But, am so glad that, inter-alia, they concede that
I should as well be attributed as life!
Mankind, you're so proud and tall
You really think you know it all
And once you had discovered fire
to such great heights you did aspire
Once, gladly, of myself I gave
but now your plan is to enslave
Do you think it is your right
to consign whole species to the night
You rob the forests of their trees
and think you can do as you please
Disfigure me in your quest for oil
and with your wastes, my seas despoil
My rivers now flow red as blood
choked and dying with your crud
I've pleaded, but to no avail
as you wiped out the mighty whale
My atmosphere is choked with fumes
just to heat your fancy rooms
Radiation blights the ground
Everywhere your footprint's found
Pesticides pollute your crops
Acids taint the pure raindrops
My icecaps melt with global warming
A hole in the ozone layer is forming
I am your home, your ONLY home
Amongst the stars you'll never roam
Will you then, your home destroy
with these methods you employ?
You care not for this pollution
What then, mankind, is the solution
Should I let you on Earth remain
or wipe you out and start again
Mankind take heed you have been warned
So far my warnings have been scorned
One day soon you'll feel my rage
I'll knock you back to the stone age
With earthquakes I'll destroy a city
Too late then to ask for pity
With fire and storm and tidal wave
I'll consign you to the grave
What you've done make's no sense
Now I demand much recompense
Mankind, betrayer, of you I tire
Heed my words ... my name is Gaia
Tough skinned -strong, take it and dish it out.
Thin skinned - overly sensitive.
Skin of our teeth -
struggle for life, survival.
Skin defines and designs us,
the skin we’re in, through pain, color issues, death and life.
Skin-If skin could talk.
Fascinating story.
Not just color of skin but skin which is our body fabric, the material that wraps our
soul and our innermost parts silky, splashed with water, warmth, cologne, love
and labor-skin.
yes john heck this is prose but...the skin I'm in Part One
Touch comes through skin and touch informs us of so much. The way people
touch us tells us if they are comfortable with us and with themselves.
It can be hostile, strident touch; rough, accusatory, disciplining, invasive or it can
be sensual, exciting, invigorating, accepting, encouraging, loving, comforting.
Skin Talk
too frequent breakouts, rashes, allergies, sores, impetigo, suffered
embarrassment, pain and shame. Scars! Coco butter for every nick and scrape.
But my black knees and those scars embarrassing in
swimsuits or shorts
legs were scarred with black spots.
Marvin Taylor called me leopard legs in fifth grade and fifty years later,
I remember the sting, shame and pain of it.
Campaigned against my scarred legs with scrubs and other potions until the
spots began to fade and a sense of perspective...
skin challenges, burns, rapid tissue growth that should disfigure -yet the
elephant man walks with dignity and grace in his could be monster face
severe acne in the face, severe psoriasis and yet their character and ways of
dealing with these problems determine their real image, reflection and persona
life is a gift that can not be determined by black spots on legs.
The Ancient Mariner of the parliament square
Like the mariner he was, a scrawny, skin unfair
A loner with a glittering eyes, possibly a bit touched
A Clint Eastwood impersonator look, he seemed to bear
But a powerful speaker than professional speakers.
Urging world to live a more Christian life cleaner
Lived and slept outside the parliament for a decade
In his hand holding, with broad thrust, a loudhailer.
Against Western groups killing thousands Iraqi people
He fought and spoke for 3,600 days like an eagle.
Of traffic, clock bangs and the hordes of visitors.
When Haw at his mouthpiece, all the voices disabled
Haw had a remarkably insistent, irritating voice
And Mr. David Blunkett was irked and annoyed
Reacting to 2005 organized crime And Police Act
It was “using a maul to crack a nut” to destroy.
The More Brian noise caused with his loudhailer
The more MPS demanded to remove the bother
But the word “Bother” sounded too weak
Compared to warmongering by Blaire & B-liars.
With an Antipodean woman Haw shared war choirs
With his trademark cries of “ Tony B-liar, Tony B.I.A.R”
When another woman started up, public was grateful
Sharp as seamstress’s needle was Sheila’ s crisp voice.
Despite his Left-wing favor, he was a Right-wing figure
A man, standing up to the state, never thought to disfigure
Brian Haw had plenty more fuel for all his protests
The war in Afghanistan and the war in Iraq to configure.
When Milosevic was tried at the Hague for war crimes
He said, “why not to try Blair and Bush’s Crimes?”
Like Coleridge’s haunted mariner: long, lank & brown
He had one vice: tobacco, he died of lung cancer prime.
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March 12, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Rubaiyat
Contest: One Against Many by Joe Maverick
I hear things that make my dear heart lose its composure.
The news of Earthquakes,cyclones,and tornadoes have brought my rigid heart to a fracture.
Our lands have felt them,even the air,the waters and those high places that have the mountains as their enclosure.
My tears cant help but roll down my eyelids commisure.
Who will answer the question that our hearts conjure?
"Who is at fault?"
The weather?,mother earth or grandmother nature??.
Rather,i think they should fault us for our torture.
Which we effortlessly and so quickly have dealt to them in immeasurable measure.
I think we would have stopped this if we had thought of even our own future.
But presently in our minds,it's more exploitatory mechanisms that we conjure.
So we can defile their resources intricately till they become impure.
Imagine the wastes and damages we have made her procure.
Just for the treasures we greedily want to procure.
The pleasures we temporarily want to enjoy.
And for the landscapes and structures we want to see in our pictures.
We forget all the fractures she painlessly endure.
Despite our hand-made breakages and fissures.
how many prohibitions and restrictions did she actually adjure?.
Yet we have engineered diverse machines and given them fear-imputing features.
And it's her crust that our machines puncture,when we ride them recklessly like men on stupor.
We have access to her materials for sure,and from them get our own beautiful infrastructures.
But we fill her waters with things that her impure,and our day to day activities disfigure her once beautiful structure.
Though we see the havocs that we have caused to rupture.
we still take our stand and claim our actions are just for our comfort and culture.
Oh!! These tears are for the environment,mother earth and grand mother nature.
For they are caught up with destroyers in this dangerous venture.
If only our actions from now are unto them like a cure.
Then there will be hope to take a picture one day,and what you will see in them are wonderful eden-features.
OLUWATOBILOBA ©
Frayed Bell Ropes
Time
did not
disfigure her
nor disillusionment
disarm the strike of clapper’s tears
shed in the agony of renewed peace.
fraying bell ropes forgotten joy
calling
home
6/4/2017
submitted to – New Form – The BELL – Poetry Contest
When You Really Discern…
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive…
Who Demands and Why?... Proceed…
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor
To, The Divine and Peerless…
Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
… Whose Personage Positively…
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle…
Of The Direct-Pact - Empirical
Drawn and Done,
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree…
Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision…
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision
He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal…
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny…
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
This Potentate Happy One...
Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories;
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference…
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence…
He Maintains Preference
and Displays: That, The Dynamic-Will…
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely, is Top-Priority…
One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! - Praise-Accordingly!
For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust…
Dirt and Air-Gusts,
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted…
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
if We Continue to Divide…
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If ‘We Choose’ to Develop…
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
or Plow-Perverted…
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight…
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy: Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse
Look at the bright full moon
It appeared so soon
Stare at the skies
While the ground is lit by fireflies
Absorb the scene
At midnight, its so serene
A scene of perfection
To it, there can be no rejection
Listen to the echo of silence
A precedent for an act of violence
Here I am showered in this light
No resistance, nothing else in sight
Giving me catastrophic power
My expectations were no lower
I sense a change in me
A demon that has been set free
A monster hiding under my skin
As if it were my very own kin
I can feel my features disfigure
Thanks to this mystical trigger
I feel indestructible
Annihilation I'll cause, unthinkable
I'm a hunter by instinct
All my logic, extinct
This little prey
Will have a price to pay
I'll play with it for a while
Run after it for a mile
Corner it, then I will
Savouring every moment of my kill
Every bite is a bliss
Feels like an angelic kiss
Every slash is holy
Giving me ultimate glory
My conscience watches the horrific scene
While the remains of my victim, I clean
In my head its a melody in tune
That is my curse and the full moon
Photos bomb social media.
While
Terrorists destroy livelihoods.
War rages from within.
Crashing rathe upon distant strangers; us...
Pictures reveal this through social networking.
A quite distant war becomes real—too extents.
Photo bombs drop atop crooked faces.
Suicide bombs disfigure and gravely injure a far out man and a groovy woman.
However,
These groves are not so far out.
Closer to home than the television thinks—
Maybe more problematic than depicted and possibly more galactic than photoshopped.
What is their left to do with this distant war?
Sir War, her majesty, governor of terror like substance—ruler of all.
King War . . .
Master War . . .
Will you bow your heads to such ungodly deity?
Or
Will you fight for your mental pictures of believed righteousness?
Let's take this down to size and ask me (the writer) what he would do.
I would photobomb every picture possible until everyone around me cannot help but to smile and laugh.
One thing I know for sure I would not do is...
Never would I ever bow down to Master War.
May 29, 2017
Contest: Form P
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Impecunious news hunters on Oxford Avenue
Craned over newspapers spread on the floor
To gather ammunition about who knew
The last gossip about a politician shown the door
By hacks in his political party for consorting with the sworn enemy
Sent to Coventry in corridors of power
Or which celebrity a court of law ordered to pay an alimony
Or who among supporters of Venomous Vipers FC sent a rose flower
To a big carrot’s girlfriend, raising the temperature in her home
Where her incensed husband puffing and huffing threatened to disfigure the alleged culprit
Whom he accused of destabilizing the genome
Insisting the culprit he would ill-treat
As news hunters speculated on merits and demerits of the law of the jungle
The aggrieved husband contemplated inflicting on the innocent man
News hunters felt didn’t deserve the bungle
The husband riding a rickety van planned as a ban
That would serve his wife right as she could no longer go to the market
To buy beef, cabbage, tomato
Even if she wasn’t involved in any racket
To sell or buy at low prices an Irish potato.
OH! boys ...
oh girls ...!
Why don't we preserve our friendship forever!
Why don't we retain
the purity of our
Children's hearts ..?
Why do we must lose
our innocences?
Before we were childish
and so friends ...!
Remember when
we were flowers in
birthplace ...! !
We were so close
of the creative spirit ...!
We were in the labs,
so close to the superior!
Why the abyssal distances
human values that
did they disfigure ...?
Oh girls!
oh boys,
why are we so alone ...?
Why do we assort
the friendship that there was
in us ...!?
Girlfriend
how can you
allow him to
continue to put you through
so much pain and heartache?
Girlfriend
it's so plain to see
that there's no way that he
wants you to ever be free
of his rusted chains
Girlfriend
he's taken away your smile
and when he thinks no one's around
that's when he puts you down
making you feel lower than dirt
Girlfriend
I've seen the many bruises on your face
along with the tears that's left a trace
it's your beauty he doesn't appreciate
he's trying his best to disfigure you
Girlfriend
he always makes you feel so small
with the many degrading names that he calls
you matter to him nothing at all
it's time to wake up and smell the coffee
Girlfriend
over and over he refuses to show you respect
over and over it's your very being that he neglects
he brags to his friends about how he has you in check
how can you continue to stay with him?
Girlfriend
it's high time that you start taking care of self
believe me, you can do bad all by yourself
put his sorry behind on the shelf!
and be the true warrior queen that you are
I sauce a capon
but chine a salmon
I spoil the hen
but truss the chicken
I lift the swan
but disember the heron
I side a haddock
yet disfigure a peacock
A mallard I unbrace
but a coney I unlace
Olde English terms
Now lost without trace