Best Disown Poems
Between an unjust war or peace, which would you choose?
Ukraine had no choice so we must ensure they don't lose
Russian thugs invaded Ukraine to reinstate the Iron Curtain
And this is only the very beginning and of that I am certain.
I know it's a big ask, the Ukrainian people asking for more
But do you really want Russian thugs banging on your door
With the west and NATO's help Ukraine are holding their own
Now is not the time for the west, to look away and disown.
NATO and the civilised world should never bow to tyranny
If we're not united against Putin he will look on with glee
Don't waver in your support of this brave and proud nation
Don't hand Putin a hollow victory for the Russian Federation.
Like most of the civilised world, Ukraine wants to live in peace
If Putin wins do ask yourself, who's next, Estonia or Greece?
We've supported the Ukrainian people from the very beginning
Only with our support have they got a good chance of winning.
It's been nearly two years now and Putin hasn't yet succeeded
Ukrainians are fighting for their lives, but more arms are needed
It is certainly not the time for our politicians to argue about cost
If they do, it will be on their heads that freedom's war was lost.
I look forward to the day when Putin is put on trial in The Hague
Who's been the cause of so many deaths, more than the plague
Don't vote for gutless politicians who want to look the other way
Only by us being totally united will we be able to make Putin pay.
Written on 28th December 2023.
long scarf of a night
clasping the bracelet of a moon,
what emptiness is this when i have you not near?
the distance of a thousand galaxies collecting stars
unbinds me,
when once i could tumble upon your
nape so bronze
as if there to fly
swept by every lingering breath
borrowing some endless moaning of time:
a stewing chorus of sacred yet raw vignettes
coming together then parting...
farewell, a few more steps closer
and i shall disown my soul and bones under
the cloud's dark awning
to silently memorize your fading eyes
entombed in the burial of an unbecoming night.
.............
Contest Form-E of Broken Wings
Originally written: 1/23/2014
Reposted: 1/24/2017
He is my inspiration.
Creator of Life, you are,
We extol your creative wonders.
We stand in awe at your wisdom,
We're compelled to pause and ponder.
Almighty God, you are,
Astonishing displays of your great power.
Your name for us is our shelter,
Our stronghold and our tower.
Sovereign Lord, you are,
Exercising dominion o'er all your creation.
We surrender to your ascendancy,
In unreserved dedication.
Ancient of Days, you are,
As revealed in your own word.
No one surpasses you in excellence,
Your blessings now conferred.
King of Righteousness, you are,
Your statutes and principles you give.
Wholeheartedly we shall obey your laws,
As long as we shall live.
King of Eternity, you are,
From indefinite past, to forever,
We disown ourselves in servitude,
Our resolute endeavor.
Majestic One, you are,
Incomparable in glory and holiness.
Your resplendent magnificence,
Only you possess.
Alpha and Omega, you are,
The beginning and the end.
Because of your great love, we choose,
To be your lifelong friends.
Praised be your holy name!
J ust and righteous is he.
E verlasting, to time indefinite.
H oly to the superlative degree.
O mniscient, all knowing, all wise.
V enerable, worthy of Worship.
A lmighty in power.
H ighly exalted.
John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2021
Original post 2015
For BATTER or worse!
Tired of facing this bat-less ball
My life tied up and beaten to a pole,
like the color black, the pain is endlessly
Facing life with no possibility
Facing life's judgment
The envy of all matters
A slave to my grave, with no redemption
Gathering the lies and insults
More powerful than a whip on my back
A trap with no way to disown and burn the tree
Falling far from - turnover tracks
Forgetting who I am,
feeling the flaws of my abnormality
Finding comfort in a noose
Suffocated by what seems to be dry air
Tired of living a life under self-brutality
Dying slow, darkness down a new path
Now I see, there's no escape
The more I see, the more I feel
Hell's got my running plate
My Beautiful beat but never forgotten soul
That's how my story unfolds
~ S ~
She is a dark skin girl
who sings in the church choir
He would see her passing every day
and she sets his heat on fire
He fell in love with her
But they never talk before
He would waits to see her
every day from his front door
He is an Indian boy
Works in his father company
He is an only child
from a very wealthy family
She is just a poor girl
Living down by the train line
She's a down to earth girl
always so polite and kind
One day he sees her walking home
so he went over to say hello
but then sees his father car
So he stop talking and leaves to go
But his father sees him
And at home started to yell and shout
He said "if you to talk to that girl again
You leave the house and get out
Why are you talking to her
To that poor girl who lives in the trace
If any body see you talking to her
you will bring me shame and disgrace
we're arranging marriage to a rich family
With a nice educated girl in san Fernando
We already made the arrangements
and this Sunday we have to go
Well he didn’t sleep all night
He love this poor girl so dearly
And if he don’t do something now
He knows how is his futures going to be
so he lie in bed all night awake
waiting for the break of dawn
then he packs his cloths in bag
and as the sub came up he was gone
Next morning he knocks on her door
her face lights up with a smile
He said if it’s ok with you
I really need to talk to you for awhile
I have always been in love with you
But was to shy to come out and say
but that you know "if you love me to
I will leave my father house today
His father disown his son that day
because their love was forbidden
But they married that that same week
and now have two beautiful children
Parents needs to understand
You can’t control your children mind
When they are grown and seek love
Their own happiness they will find
God created a world for us
With such beautiful nature
Life would be so boring?
If we all were the same color
We live in a world today
Every race thinks they are superior
But no matter what religion you are
There is only one Almighty savior
When one feels like an Outcast, one can over compensate
In ways that are extreme to try and change their fate.
This can make them do things others cannot relate to,
If they know not of such pain one suffers through.
When one is on the outside, always looking in,
Self worth and confidence, existence of is thin.
This aloneness bearing compels the affected heart
To seek ways to be accepted if only just in part.
Often unconventional are the ways selected
And so, often too are the ways by most rejected,
Which then leads to a deeper desperation
Of longing to belong to end the separation.
Extreme behaviours can be of good or bad intention,
But either way they are to seek and to draw attention
To the fact that inside of their instigating heart,
There is a place longing to belong, a very empty part.
Many folks are heartless, cruel, insensitive;
Shun, disown others who unlike them, live.
With those who are different in various ways,
Judgment's cast on through obvious displays.
If one hasn't ever been on the outside looking in,
They can't understand how one's feeling deep within
Who has lost their self confidence, esteem, even worth,
And will even question why, the reasons for their birth.
We live in a cruel world where more and more are mean,
Where more and more care not, it's such a selfish scene.
More find reasons to use differences to others, cast aside,
Than find reasons to in harmony live peacefully and reside.
Too many humans blame those who different from them live
To excuse their bad behaviour for kindness they don't give,
But this reflects on 'them' poorly; they're just too ignorant to see.
Those with malice who are so callous, the Outcast, they should be.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2016-11-13 06:58:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
It's good to keep in mind...
"Mature people are inspired;
Immature people covet what's desired."
~ Artsieladie Quote
Crying out to God for preservation
for He's the one to find refuge
confessing to God Himself you're my Lord
what a privilege to know He who is huge
Many sorrows afflict the ungodly
their names God will disown
for the Lord, I've chosen as my lot
in His presence, His glory is known
My lines have gone deep down
where life's pleasant once again
wisdom I've received from the Lord
in my heart to receive no matter when
The Lord is always ever before me
at my right hand so I can firmly stand
makes my heart glad so to truly rejoice
in Christ is security a whole new brand
Been made holy in God's presence
protecting me from the darkest pit
God guides me to walk His pathway
receiving His pleasures to forever sit
(Preserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge.
I say to the Lord, “You are my Lord;
I have no good apart from you.”
As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.
The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply;
their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out
or take their names on my lips.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
I have set the Lord always before me;
because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.
Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol,
or let your holy one see corruption.
You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.)
Psalm 16 (ESV)
Mottled bodies inside and out
Needled veins black and about
Eyes dark through unsleepened nights
Lying in door ways that's about right.
Bottles and tins surround my life
Once i was married, no longer have wife
Kids disown me as i lie there spent
Confused they are where the family has went.
The above is not me, if you don't mind me saying
Its a vision of life, for the ones who start playing
Who take that fork they meet on the road
Again the doorways no family abode.
Many a home in this modern world
Hit by life's Tornado's in never ending twirls
Some see the light at the end of the tunnel
Some down the drain, in a spiralling funnel.
Society seems to breed the above
Are they really the clever, who absorb that first shove
To be an Addict as you walk down that road
Be ever so brave, ignore that goad.
Live strong, live free
An Addicts life is what you don't want to be
Sometimes, don't think of you, think of others
Or they remember you under an earthly cover.
No matter our relationships and their details,
we all share a commonality that prevails.
It is a truth I have tried and failed to disown.
No matter love depths grown securely known -
at times we are alone, all alone – alone.
Wake the same morn, share the same night,
know full lives lived within each other’s sight
in the same house with one glowing night light,
and still, there is no way this truth loses bone -
at times we are alone, all alone – alone.
Once and more, life will steer our hearts to tears
and no matter the love that surrounds us,
there are times none appears to calm our fuss.
Each shatter is deeper when no love is shown -
at times we are alone, all alone – alone.
Days come to all when sadness lacks a shoulder lent.
Issues can find us that a love’s coldness may augment.
In life, all will ponder time as relationship-torment.
All couples eventually ache from harmony blown –
at times we are alone, all alone – alone.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
Rumi
Weeds persecute the gardens of my mind,
bad seeds are instigators for the unkind,
so, I plant vibrant petals for tomorrow,
did you know blossoms can feel sorrow?
I support them to bloom in delicate silence,
but strange paranoia is a relic of violence.
It hurts when withheld wounds are exposed,
life is better when I keep my eyes closed.
Should I apologise for my sullen demeanor,
so they can misjudge and become meaner?
I've become a misunderstood metaphor,
in a world of words not understood before.
I'm not an angelic devil nor a sinful saint,
but sense of shame is like polluted paint.
I'm tired from deadly brain sucking vampires,
draining my reservoir of peaceful empires.
Will it ever dawn upon the ignorant,
if I could turn back time it would be different.
In childhood we painted our faces on stars,
some looked for Venus, but I preferred Mars.
How we followed a colourful spectrum's shadow,
wondering if rain flows along the rainbow.
But in time imagination loses it's power,
we expire like dead seeds and forget to flower.
Is the pantomime of pain I've endured not plenty?
Can guilt bleed me dry, until all my sins empty?
Set me free from confines of jilted desire,
release me from burning in regret's bonfire.
Madness of my muse will never disown me.
In this hell I smile, as I still have my poetry.
FRIENDSHIPS
Friends are the family
You choose for yourself
They're not built on money
Or to improve your health
They add so much to us
It's hard to relay
But disown a good friend
There's a high price to pay
A friend in your heart
Is worth two in the mind
A good friend, a true friend
Is real hard to find
Once you have found one
Do not let them go
With good friends beside you
You'll defeat any foe
A true lasting friendship
Built over the years
They've sat and laughed with you
And dried lots of tears
Birth, marriage and death
They've witnessed it all
You've tripped and you've stumbled
They won't let you fall
They'll guide you and help you
Sort out bloodied knees
With a smile and a soft word
Troubles halved with great ease
They'll coax and cajole you
To stand up for yourself
Their friendship's a free gift
You've no need for wealth
A return of this favour
Is all that they ask
No time and no money spent
The easiest of tasks
A two lane arrangement
To “Give as you receive”
If you don't return it
Expect them to leave
You'll upset their feelings
You could make them cry
Now sad and dejected
You wave them goodbye
So listen to me now
And listen up well
A friendships no possession
You're unable to sell
You can't count out friendship
It's deep in your heart
If asked to explain
You'll know where to start
It is spiritual, it's loving
It's “never say die”
It's a handshake or a warm hug
A glint in the eye
It's a total emotion
It stands out alone
It's a humorous message
Or a chat on the phone
It's often unspoken
No words to explain
You just think of the person
To smile once again
A loving mutual bond
Between two good friends
No matter the distance
The miles it transcends
So look out for your good friends
Keep them in your heart
Distance or time parted
Can't keep you apart
So love and cherish them
Your love you will send
From this day forever
Til your life's at it's end.
It all begins in the darkest part of our empty souls.
When we realize we won't or can't possibly reach our goal.
We gnash out bloodied teeth, crying to a crimson sky,
Lashing out..... "Why, why, why?"
So we bring out our heavy clubs and our iron chains.
And just like Nazis kill people with our words and ignorant
quills and propagandized brains.
There's not a scintilla of humor whatsover involved in this.
Just knives, cruel words and even our baseball bats and fists.
Keep reading and listening to hateful words and soon they
are your own.
The grass you walk on turns to broken glass, your hateful
words become shards that you cannot disown.
Making fun of others or belittling them to mere nothings?
Is one Hall of Fame to save ourselves from and find positive
moorings and dockings.
To take the gift of poetry and turn it into a hapless mockery?
Is surely is no show of goodness, humanity, nor is it poetic gallantry.
~*~*~*~
Exodus23:1 "You shall not circulate a false report.
Do not put your hand with the wicked to be an
unrighteousness witness.
No matter who originates the accusation, we should
not repeat and spread it."
Lots of people in the Bible have been innocently accused
and since.
*It goes on daily on the Internet and so called news sources*
~*~*~*~
February 2, 2020
7am PST
Raging Red nailed by reason to controlled anger
Shaded disappointment lies deceit corroding grey
White like the bathroom cleaner You swallowed
The smell of empty boundaries transgressed
Rusty razorblades oozing blood and manipulation
Distasteful taste of rotting matter mottled flesh
Colouring outside a medley of confused emotions
A striking demonstrative match incinerating
Abusing trust respect compassion care and shooting
Salvos like a paint ball onto pained grave canvas
Surely a polychromatic cry for helping with the
‘What’ the ‘Self’ the self-destructive saturation
But mind you this is a chance now one opportunity
To link from dot to dot your bleeding droplets
Yours to own disown your brush to break or stroke
31st 2018
DACOITY
Disarm dirty bastards
Disown disparity
Disempower Wall Street
Disavow the dictate
Demi God of money
Dollars are the diners
Disparaging the poor
29th August Pleiades D
Syllables checked 6 6 6 6 6 6 6 = 42
What would you do if forced to lie,
if you had to fight the urge to curl up and die,
If to fall asleep untouched was the dream never got,
And the secrets and shame made you start losing the plot.
What would you say to a child of three,
Forced to touch something she's not meant to see,
Whose too young to escape him, to run and hide,
And too young to explain that he hurts her insides.
Would you move worlds to save her, regardless of cost,
Or shun and disown her coz she's messed up and lost,
Would you delude yourself into thinking she'd lied,
Coz to protect those she loved she chose to hide.
What would you say to her if only you'd known,
Would reach out and tell her she wasn't alone,
If faced with that problem what would you say,
Im sorry'? 'i love you'? 'i'll make him pay'?
Or would you be angry at her for the secret she bared,
Though she only stayed silent coz she was ed up and scared,
Would you judge her unworthy, unwanted, unclean?
Would you have it in you to be that callous and mean.
What would you say to one so full of shame,
Who fell asleep thinking that she was to blame,
That she deserved the pain from the bad things he did,
Would you tear him apart for hurting your kid.
What would you do to make her well,
To stop her decent into addiction and hell,
To help her to heal and start making things right,
To stop her from crying and cutting tonight.
What would you do if it was you instead,
And all this bull is locked up in your head,
No one to talk to, no way to be free,
What would you do, if you were me?