Best Dismaying Poems
Yes, Let's Do it. Election Insanity.
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Yes! Let us have all felons vote!
Better yet, let's muddy the "Swamp"
Have known killers run for Congress.
Perhaps, even be our President.
Indeed, the Americans have gone looney.
Must be chugging down really cheap wine.
Or smoking tons of powerful Ganga.
Don't forget the OxyContin...Whooh!
Let's believe those who work are evil.
Pit them against those who will not.
A typical Communist famous card trick,
Played by Commie crooks.
Let's knock over every statue of those who
made America great,
And replace them with un-American ingrates.
Let's replace them with killer rappers,too
Or female singers on TV, who love to
flash their woo-hoos!
And a special garden so inspired,
Dedicated to disgusting race-batters, too?
And a special duo needs one, also
Stormy Daniels and Avenatti, a dude so
falso!
The newest one to Jussie Smolett,
all made in gold.
Hope that idea. Leaves you cold!
Why heck! We took God out of schools.
Then like refards,we complain ,they don't
know the Golden rule.
No, they don't..you removed a basic tool.
And to salute the flag? Oh, no, they won't!
Flags are to be stomped on and for the
Burning?
All this sets my stomach churning.
In recent years, our government wanted
Their spies in churches.
Yes your ministers are evil don't you know?
But into a mosque, the FBI may not go.
Christians are a dangerous breed!
Really? Yes, so say all the druggies high on
speed.
This is my brief peek as what's coming down
the pike.
I find it all dismaying and not at all right.
Panagiota Romios
4/23/2019
3:2m PST
Categories:
dismaying, america, patriotic, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Speak to me
Nimble word-master,
Construct the images
You wish me to possess.
Be fluent in your authority
To command my thoughts,
Motivate this mortal
With your perpetual souvenirs.
Present deliberate challenges,
Enticing and fascinating,
So I may be authored
By your wisdom.
Expose your riches
In stirring tones;
No matter the cost,
I will pay.
Such is your ability
To heighten my experience,
Dear poet,
Dismaying in tremendous form
And awful honesty,
Until I have become
Your slave,
Spent, replete, and supplied.
I would be forever grateful
If you’d only lend me
A breadth of your time,
Ripening my observations.
Speak to me
Sweet word-master,
And I’ll be the resolution
To your question.
Categories:
dismaying, on writing and words,
Form:
Free verse
Exploring the branches of the family tree can be rather dicey.
Some ancestry could be famous, humdrum or downright spicy!
A feller I know decided to take the risk and check around.
I'm not so sure that he was all that pleased with what he found!
Seems that in the distant past a member of his family strain,
Was a notorious pirate marauding the bounding Spanish Main!
Another was a nefarious cattle rustler ever on the vamoose.
Til a posse tracked him down, and stretched his neck with a noose!
One forebear, a scoundrel who specialized in robbing trains,
Was ensconced for life in a cozy cell, detained in heavy chains!
A rowdy ancestor caused a ruckus in a Cripple Creek saloon.
The local sheriff done him in one fateful afternoon!
His lineage included a "business lady", of whom he proudly spoke.
Til I revealed what a "soiled dove" was, dismaying the poor bloke!
His great-grandpa was caught dispensing jugs of potent 'shine.
Revenooers busted him, resulting in jail and a hefty fine!
His uncle was a goon in a notorious Chicago gangster mob.
He met his Maker heisting a bank they were trying to rob!
He proffered a prayer as he examined that tragic family tree:
"Lord! May a sturdy twig adorn this tree and let it begin with me!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
dismaying, familyfamily, tree, prayer, family,
Form:
Rhyme
I am Dedan
I tell tales
Tales of fight
Tales of freedom
Freedom to breathe
Freedom to think
Think to prosper
Think to liberate
Liberate Humanity
Liberate my land
Land is the mother
Land of my origin
Origin of human
Origin to be evolved
Evolved you are
Evolved from this land
Land you have ruled
Land you have exploited
Exploited peoples
Exploited to profit
Profit demands more
Profit demands all
All is not yours
All are human
Human feelings
Human face
Face the truth
Face to face
Face it nicely
Face divine eyes
Eyes don’t lie
Eyes will see
See the resemblance
See all equal
Equal we are
Equal are the rights
Rights to retrieve
Rights to render
Render love
Render amity
Amity can resolve
Amity got the power
Power to excel
Power to be kind
Kind to mankind
Kind to Dedan
Dedan did fight
Dedan fought for freedom
Freedom
Fight
27.04.16
Dedan Kimathi Waciuri (31 October 1920 – 18 February 1957) born Kimathi wa Waciuri, was a leader of the Mau Mau which led an armed military struggle known as the Mau Mau uprising against the British colonial government in Kenya in the 1950's. A highly controversial character, Kimathi's life has been subject to intense propaganda by both the British government who saw him as a terrorist, and Kenyan nationalists who view him as the heroic figurehead of the Mau Mau rebellion. Despite being viewed with disdain by the Jomo Kenyatta regime and subsequent governments, Kimathi and his fellow Mau Mau rebels are now officially recognised as heroes in the struggle for Kenyan independence by the incumbent government.This follows passage of a new Constitution in 2010 calling for recognition of national heroes, amid a dismaying trend in post-independent Kenya where benefits of the freedom struggle largely went to those who did little in its behalf while those who sacrificed the most went neglected or dishonoured. Dedan's role is perhaps the most memorable and heroic in the struggle to free Africans from the colonial yoke. His capture and execution in 1957 led to the eventual defeat of the uprising by the British colonial government. [Source Wikipaedia]
Categories:
dismaying, conflict, freedom, life, racism,
Form:
Blitz
Put away childish things
yet keep the childlike wonder.
Though dreams be rent asunder
our wishes still have wings.
Put away childish speech
but not the constant queries
that question rooted theories
which reason cannot reach.
Put away childish ken,
though artless ways of seeing
in any age of being
will find a poet’s pen.
Put away childish thought
yet not imagination
which sparks our inspiration
beyond what we are taught.
Put away childish things
but follow deepest desires.
Those secret innermost fires
burn brighter as hope sings.
Put away childish whim
yet not delight in playing,
then when the world’s dismaying,
our days won’t seem so grim.
Put away childish fears.
Nonetheless, through thick and thin
hang on to the child within,
the laughter and the tears,
all the livelong years…
Put away childish things.
While our dusty death is nigh,
the utter self shall not die,
and karmic kismet clings.
Put away childish things,
though then in mirror darkly
we face our image starkly,
plus suffer destined slings.
Put away childish pain
yet not sensations tender
for sunset’s golden splendor
or soothing thrum of rain,
therein the simple joys remain…
Nor questing spirit ever lose,
while on the pathway that we choose,
neither from love refrain
which makes a heaven of earth’s domain.
Still, throughout, with faith unshaken,
seek enlightenment to waken,
thus the bliss supreme to gain,
plus not to live and die in vain…
Put away childish things
but hold to yearning youthful
to grasp the learning truthful
which timeless wisdom brings.
Put away childish things,
and embrace the peerless state
of illumined grace innate
wherefrom great fortune springs!
~ Harley White
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The following well-known quotation provided the initial literary inspiration for the poem…
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face.”
1 Corinthians 13 ~ The New King James Version (NKJV) translation of the Bible
Further inspiration derived from the teachings and writings of Nichiren Daishonin, as well as Martin Bradley’s interpretative writings about them…
Categories:
dismaying, age, childhood, death, feelings,
Form:
Verse
Being a dreamer is never boring,
Its like a boat without its mooring,
You can pretend to be a fish,
Swim a bit, laugh, act so childish,
Or you can fly to the nearest tower,
Dig a hole and plant a flower.
When the moon is howling full,
Pensive ideas make their pull,
Grinding, grueling, gritty grains
Stenciled stuttering standing stains.
Eyes transfixed by things oblique,
Ennui is only of and for the weak.
In rapid jests of poemy words,
Vowels flutter like milky birds,
A leap of faith in corrupted phrases,
The rhythm amiss like crooked faces.
You take an apple but taste a pear,
You brush your teeth but get white hair,
It’s never boring like I said,
A pickled world can’t raise its dead.
(Which methinks is kind of like saying:
Signs and symptoms are always dismaying)
Play is a losers infinite no-end game,
You draw some circles straight and same,
Make from the hip and cross a heart,
Go figure out how, just promise to start.
Categories:
dismaying, childhood, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
Old Roxie is dead. She's gone to her bed
Near the drop-off where leaves are decaying.
Yet she rises again from that terrible fen
In a manner grotesque and dismaying.
The grave that we dug, although tidy and snug,
Was too shallow for her to be laying.
So the volatile gas that shot from her ass
(Excuse me for vulgarly saying)
Overexcited, spontaneously ignited
And created a monstrous spraying!
The guts and the hide were strewn far and wide,
Festooning the branches, displaying
Those rotting remains and even the brains
Of her corpse. The crows are buffeting!
There's no consolation for miscalculation,
No comforting words for allaying
Our grief and chagrin for committing the sin
Of the mess for which now we are paying.
Categories:
dismaying, horror
Form:
Sonnet
Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving
as Right-hemispheric totalitarian bipolarity
living in a rabid stress-filled ecosystem
of dismaying relationships
with human nature over-populating systems;
right-winged family
and those other terrorist aliens.
Now imagine paranoid behavior's function
finds an entirely natural schizopathic response
to an abusive
marginalizing
institutionalizing monocultural reaction against madness
wildness
discontinuous liberation of ego-identity
explored within one eco-primal Othered.
We used to call less paranoid, more manic, bipolarity
Shamans and Prophets,
witches and androgenous medicine [wu wei]men,
wizards and saintly dry sages,
wise old crones,
messiahs and muses and wise womb/men,
mystics and hermaphroditic hermits,
awesome pot heads
and opium worshipers.
Now we call such mediums
schizophrenic and really nothing more empathic,
other than paranoid, of course.
We fail to remember that economically disempowering paranoia
is co-empathic intuition
worthy of rational political merit
if "they" really have decided you are merely insane,
without any cultural or commercial value.
Our purpose
and perhaps even our sacred promise
remain clouded in unknowing.
For hyper-curious co-arising dipolarity,
a constantly stressing threat
of perpetual solitary confinement,
deep listening
in silent echoing silos
of trauma's non-communication
Ominously silent noise
followed by angry
frightened monotheistic voices
screaming prophecies of AnthroSupremacist doom
Reciting slender mythic HerStory memories
of lost panentheistic potential.
Categories:
dismaying, abuse, happiness, health, memory,
Form:
Political Verse
England and Its Elegant Splendor
So as usual my mind started spinning;
Was I at ending or maybe beginning
Of my poems being so bountiful
But dismaying when people do reticule.
England is in all of its elegant splendor
And from ship us did decide to tender
Ashore to see just how many more
Adorable things worth waiting for.
There may always be much to gain
Ending up on becoming British Maine;
Land of love with incredible castles
Drink tea while wearing clothes with tassels.
When we communicated with Cruise Critic
All of them decided to declare an edict
By making Britain be much more appealing
Hope there is enough room for an exorbitant feeling.
From ship tender left after it they did launch
Towards shore where we will become a staunch
Supporter of England and its divine elegance;
Wait until you hear their weird eloquence.
With many well-put words we were reassured
No matter how, where or when it occurred
You still will be bothered by my blooper;
Instead of Terry, he got called Gary Cooper.
Jonathan Nefarious, Thesarious, Hilarious Horn
Pen Name which is open to opinion
www.poetrysoup.com
www.story-telling-around-the-world.com
P.S. How about a category called full of Vitality?
Which will make my poems become part of reality.
Categories:
dismaying, humorous, wisdom,
Form:
Couplet
I'm pushing this heavy cart
without any strenght left,
and through isles swarming with shoppers
I'm confused by the above signs;
I rush to the one I missed dismaying onlookers.
How can I be so forgetful...
shouldn't I have a list of all items
I use thoughout the week?
I admit that guys are different from gals
with their minds focus on household things!
Yes, we guys aren't as patient as they are,
looking for bargains is a thriftiness that bugs us;
and down those isles we go..not reading labels,
not comparing prices...just filling up our shopping cart
with food we don't really need! And who will be embarassed
when the cashier tells us annoyingly that the credit card
has been declined! Oh, good grief...we don't carry enough cash,
to avoid blushing in the publice eye while the the line gets longer!
My advice to you guys: before you venture out shopping, stash your wallet
with enough cash, or check the balance on your credit or debit card;
it's another way of being smart! And besides being admired, you may also find romance
while you are in line and a pretty girl smiles, trying to start an intelligent conversation...
leading to a date or even marriage! Do you get it? Look sharp, flash lots of money
and really get lucky! If you fellas do what I have suggested,
you'll have broads flocking to you and your buddies will envy you for your luck!
Categories:
dismaying, adventure, business, confusion, food,
Form:
Free verse
Leaves hang limply from thirsty tree branches
No breeze dares bestir them, foul is the air
The grass lies dying, a faded sere brown
No bird his song warbles, flies thickly abound
Tired pups on streets lie, their tongues hanging out
The sun cooks their fur, miserable drought
Empty the parks, no sounds of kids playing
Rancid garbage piles up, its stench dismaying...
Affairs of the heart, they no longer flower
Humidity drains all their vitals' power
While the sun burns lovers' walks by the beach
The hazy sky's brutal---blood-sucking leech
The dog days of summer extinguish romance
Unbearable heat just won't give it a chance
Iambic Pentameter
Categories:
dismaying, loss, romance, summer, sun,
Form:
Sonnet
For much of my life I have been portraying
this seamless shell built just for displaying
to a world so intent on miming their play,
that reality’s bored, not wishing to stay,
and I don’t understand why it’s delaying
when all it can taste is a race dismaying.
Perhaps there is hope buried deep in dismay
waiting its chance to bloom and portray,
but with passing moments more it’s delayed
‘cos we are not fit to see it displayed,
and we do not stop and beg it to stay;
with sky tied eyes we drown in our play.
Like a junkie on crack with death we are playing,
waiting for the low, withdrawal, the dismaying
and nothing we do will keep us from staying
on this macadam of madness. This shadow portraying
depths of corruption, a negative display,
where tomorrow is something we wish to delay.
Now my cocoon is in shatters, apathy delayed
and all of my excuses have already been played.
I stand here soul baring, completely displayed
to the reproach of my maker, his total dismay
and no matter the remorse my prayers portray
his back is my answer as he refuses to stay,
so where do I rest, where shall I stay,
when heaven is a place trapped by delay,
and all that I was, in my memory portrayed
is celluloid guilt, constantly played.
A mirror of conscience, of echoed dismay
here on this stage of public display,
and now that my soul has been displayed
and the sentence of truth cannot be stayed.
It’s too late to wallow in self-pity's dismay.
To rebuild what was there can be no delay
and if I should falter, be tempted to play,
I know he is watching this persona portrayed.
An end to displaying what has been delaying,
the thought of me staying in the game we are playing.
To cease this dismay is what I wish to portray.
Categories:
dismaying, life, philosophy, social
Form:
Sestina
Natural Curiosity
Do you wonder about the me on my inside
As you gaze at the me on my outside,
A counterpoint to those around us?
What expectations do you hold, in keeping with my
Wrinkled brow and silvering hair that I turn
Out not to meet…or fulfill to every degree?
Do I surprise you, amuse you, even amaze you,
Or am I perplexing, dismaying, disappointing, an
Enigma to be observed, but never admitted into your life?
What affronts do I cause you when your youthful
World collides with mine and I do not seem
To keep my proper station or decorum of maturity?
Do you speculate on what my eyes see, as
I look back at you, sometimes with affection,
Sometimes despair, perplexity or amused delight?
What understanding and insight do you have of the
Me inside that sees as you see, forgetful of
Myself and all my foibles and marvellous imaginings?
Do you imagine how I might feel and what
I might think when I look back at you, myself
Wondering the same about you?
Mutatis mutandis, I think and speculate as above,
And wonder whether we do live in different
Worlds, or are we really just the same.
Categories:
dismaying, confusion, deep, how i
Form:
Verse
Bright flame to
Fading ember
Reservoir of
Creative joy
Now depleted
Brings the
Dim
Dismaying
Emptiness of
Effete creativity
Disheartens
Disenchants
The migrant
Soul of Striving
Artistry
Categories:
dismaying, angst, anxiety, creation, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
February 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Deuteronomy 1-5
Key Verse – Deuteronomy 1:21 Behold, the LORD thy God hath set the land before thee: go up and possess it, as the LORD God of thy fathers hath said unto thee; fear not, neither be discouraged.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR SETTING THE PROMISED LAND BEFORE ME
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against attacking sinfulness
With Your glowing holiness
To enable me to dwell in Your righteousness
Which takes my feet to the mount of sanctification-cleanliness.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against lurking deception
With Your guarding truth’s fortification
To establish me to grow in Your standards’ function
Which settles my mind at the plain of Bible-declaration.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against dismaying fear
With Your girding courage-gear
To uphold me to reside in Your kindness-cheer
Which carries my trust to the hill of steadfast faith-steer.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against smiting carnality
With Your governing authority
To lead me to follow toward spirituality
Which ushers my stewardship to the vale of service-opportunity.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against towering pride-posture
With Your gripping meekness-feature
To teach me to humble down in prayerful gesture
Which drives my heart from the wilderness of disobedience-venture.
Thank You for setting the promised land before me
---against distressing misery
With Your guiding victory of heavenly glory
To exhort me to continue in sharing the Gospel story
Which blesses my life in Your kingdom’s territory.
February 6, 2022
Categories:
dismaying, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme