Best Displeasing Poems
...He said: "I believe there is a God.
Something ingenious was most definitely
at play.
But, I've asked some other
reverends, pastors, and ministers,
where are Jesus' bones?
Not one convinced me, which repulsed
my eagerness to fellowship.
We have
dinosaur bones, giant and dwarf bones,
archeologists artifacts and a slew of other
things that prove that these historical events existed
or occurred.
I'm a total believer of proof!
(with a grin on his face)
Can you answer that"?
The other guy paused and prayed
before taking the quiz!
He says: "the miracle is prophecy since the Old Testament.
And the sacrifice of foul offering
became displeasing to the Creator's taste buds.
And, don't forget about Abraham who was willing
to sacrifice his own son when God asked him
to pledge his allegiance... an Initiatory joke
that the creator ante up one
with a pure scarifications and sacrificial lamb;
his own child!
You and I have bones from our parents
meshing. The sperm penetrated the egg.
Mary, a virgin,
impregnated by a message
that she would bear a child.
Without the meshing of two
those bones
left the same way that they arrived... Miraculously
with dominion over hell and a graveyard".
Hermes broke his Father (Zeus) and Mother’s (Maia) heart
when he intervened upon seeing a green eyed blonde woman
of Celtic origin, on her way to the afterlife, breaking all the rules,
displeasing Hades whom showered his own desires upon her,
before forcing Zeus to adhered to protocol.
These are Hermes own words as if he had lived in the 21st century
As I dream upon this broken wave, like my life turning so sad, I miss the one and only Holy Grail, the one I loved and I had, like the sunrise it was, my body next to hers, yes renewed every single day, my age to be at last not deemed so bad. I'll never be able to match with words the moments I cherished with her, only I remember those lips that sparkled in return, and her love given to one starved for oh so long.
a light from the north
the claw of hades doth chain
love the only key
Oh yes her drive is mine ... together we would rock and we would roll, she says never, we would grow to hate us, had that been our role. But I’m a fighter believe in what is right, and this my long legged blonde, and I, in flight from my father’s wrath, love each other so much, a match on earth and when I released my love inside, it felt oh so right.... I will die a mortal, and she my secret, no guilt have I, no religion to stuff me up. Now I have known a human goddess from the north, her eyes those of the midnight sky, something so special so unique. She'll never have to worry about life upon this earth, she made her mark in more ways than one, life to two, arr, yet no, and life to three the other is me
our time together
brief upon the sunlit earth
underworld awaits
© Harry J Horsman 2017
[Wrote this during Covid in a ‘Ring a ring a roses’ frame
of mind. Wasn’t sure what archaic rules were in place around
the world, so sat on it. Basically… in England, ‘other people’
were ‘death on legs’. This may or may not sound amusing
but it’s pretty much how it was… laugh ye not!]
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Keep your grandma distant for theres ‘nineteen’ around
If she dies don’t watch somebody put her in the ground
If it's short, feel lucky for you may get up and walk
If it's long the reaper’s raven may decide to squark
Air holes aren't at liberty when it goes here and there
Mister, it ain't normal to go breathing everywhere
Should you see me coming take a breath and amble on
And don’t you dare release it till I’m quite a long way gone
Cough cough - too much wheezing
Sniff sniff - most displeasing
Croak croak - time for bed, Sir
Till you’re dead or better
Grandma’s in the shadow of the steeple, yeah
Grandma’s with the other people resting, there
I wonder if they put her in clean underwear
I wonder if she wonders if we just don’t care
Grandma’s in the shadow of the steeple, yeah
I wonder if they took the time to do her hair
Maybe I could ask the ones who took her there
But they’re not taking visitor’s from anywhere
Cough cough - too much wheezing
Sniff sniff - most displeasing
Croak croak - time for bed, Sir
Till you’re dead or better
Grandma’s in the shadow of the steeple, yeah
Nearby, carers sporting masks and safety wear
Cannot stand too close; the law says, ‘Don’t you dare!’
She stands alone to watch them bury grandpa there.
Cough cough - too much wheezing
Sniff sniff - most displeasing
Croak croak - time for bed, Sir
Till you’re dead or better
Hidden though unsought
Ran from myself
Still got caught.
Mind, Body, Soul wrought.
Vengeance no longer mine
And yet I insist to ungently reside
Within the "desperate to love or to be" walls of my own heart.
Most continue to disrespect my house
Yes, I live in my heart
I refuse stubbornly to give in or give up
Forcing my belligerent mouth to remain shut.
Gritting my teeth praying to abstain running away.
The displeasing words that knock on the back of the smile; forced
With an impatient desire to allow angry words to spill out, onto the floor, into their eyes until they can't see out.
I will still love them all-despite my incessant desire for it to cease
If only "just barely" were enough.
It feels like that's all they're willing to gift me.
Tolerated!?
I've given what I felt I was given to hold, multiplied by more.
Alone is so cold even with 10 winter coats on.
Fortuna Audaces Iuvat
Trying to remain strong-strong.
My whirling mind assaults the clock that won't stop
Possibly because I feel as I'm perceived. Intuitively.
Not just due to self-definition
Expected only to lie, a true story's falsity
Never believed causing my heart's soul to exude profusely.
It's how it's always been-their denial tastes like reprieve
They just tolerate me, my song on repeat?
"Why can't I feel like I belong?"
I want their truest heart minus their pity.
She was not blessed with comely grace,
spurned and shunned by cupids arrows
because of her displeasing face
and breasts like kneecaps on a sparrow.
Her scrawny frame one could infer
if dressed in red and eyed sideways
she’d mimic a thermometer;
no outward grace to be displayed.
Her real beauty was deep inside
hidden behind two large, brown eyes
where a beautiful soul resides
eternally and undisguised.
Beauty is a skin-deep grace
it’s just a temporary thing:
a short-term asset on a face
that fades away like this years spring.
Ever so sorry
My sincerest appologies
It must be my turn to apologise again
As my forlorn downtrodden mood
Is obviously stopping me from
putting you first
And displeasing you and causing
some mild discomfort from
feeling so much better
So better i as you revert to type
As otherwise god gorbid you may
terminate our so called friendship
If there is nothing in it for you
Henry the Eighth,
A tempestuous Tudor Prince,
Six marriages,
All doomed to toss in the sea of fate.
The fair Spanish princess was first,
Wedded to the King of England,
She died alone and rejected,
Shut out of the warmth of his heart.
The temptress cometh,
A dark English maiden,
Seductively beautiful,
Her hold cannot last,
The tide swelled against her,
No male heir for England,
A silver sword stole her life.
Beautiful, far and modest,
Another English maid,
Destined to be the third Queen of England,
Succeeded where others couldn't
A son was born,
A mother and Queen fell,
Her shadow lingers in the palace still.
Fourth in line a German princess,
A Flander’s Mare the King pronounced,
Displeasing to his eye,
A marriage crumbles,
She lives to see another day.
A mischievous sprite,
Captures the eye of a King,
A voracious flirt,
She lost her head,
A fateful lesson learned and,
Paid for with her life.
Last in line,
A sweet and gentle woman,
She nursed him to the end.
His last breath was drawn,
A life snuffed out.
She lives to see,
His children inherit
A turbulent throne.
First the precious Prince Edward,
Then Bloody Mary,
Last in line- the Virgin Queen- Elizabeth.
I ride the bus to work,
and sometimes I put on a very displeasing look:
I complain with sardonic humor,
" These city buses are never on time! "
The scruffy man beside me sweats and scratches his hair,
" It's so damn hot and lateness is a crime! "
And we both complain about
the bus schedule during rush hour,
" I blame the cops for taking away my Cadillac,
all they found in my car
was an empty bottle of Rum...
they smelled my breath,
and started to laugh;
I didn't drink any..it was my chum! "
A bunch of teens, chatting and cursing,
were listening to his conversation
and derided the reputed drunker
who lived in their neighborhood...and they went on
with their silliness, " You lost your clunker, because
you were drunk and stunk like a pig! "
" Listen, you good-for-nothings punks,
at your age I had respect for older people,
never said an unpleasant word to anyone! "
And venting his rage with frantic hands,
" If I were any younger, I'll zip your filthy mouths
with duck tape...dare me and you'll be so sorry! "
There was a brief silence, but animosity
for those kids was strong but he restrained his thoughts.
Nehemiah 8:10
"He said to them, go, eat the choice things and drink what is sweet, and send portions of food to those who have nothing prepared, for this day is holy to our lord, and do not feel sad, for the joy of god is your stronghold."
In troubled times I take great comfort in reading God's Words
They remind me that man is incapable of guiding his own steps
and will only find true joy by pleasing and honoring Him.
To offer my help to brothers and sisters who are in need
is an act of humble kindness, and follows Jesus' example.
He healed the sick, fed the poor through miracles,
giving those inflicted, hope and faith that someone cared.
Through him, God's power enabled them to believe in Him,
and ended their hardship in time of sorrow and despair.
I know that with God's help, all things will be made right.
I walk in fear of displeasing Him, and fear not mortal man.
I am not a cup bearer to a king, but His praises I proclaim.
With faith like Nehemiah, I will not bend if I'm opposed
My joy comes from pleasing my Father, and doing His will.
I rejoice in thanks for the many blessings He bestows
on lowly humans, such that I am, whose sins are many.
There is reason to hope with the sunrise of each new day,
I hear it when songbirds sing, and in the whispering wind.
I see the beauty of His creations, every where I look...
in mountain streams, and dreams of a promised paradise.
Joy, to me is a view of moonlight and a star filled sky.
In solemn prayer I offer Him my life as a willing slave.
I feel the warmth of His hand on my shoulder when I pray
I have no wall to repair, nor temple to honor in His name,
but with a faithful heart, I respond to His love and mercy
for when God finds joy in me, He is my suit of armor.
September 15, 2020
Joy of the Lord Poetry
Sponsor~Regina McIntosh
They found it/him, hidden, feeling
Sympathy and fascination.
Clothing and makeup appealing --
Save for a grotesque castration.
There were growths all about its skin.
They found it/him, hidden, feeling
Revulsion with a steadfast chin --
To be raised as male, concealing.
School days carried much revealing;
But, not enough to shock or faint.
They found it/him, hidden, feeling
A constricted clothing complaint.
Growing spent of this life to be,
On top of all things displeasing,
He pondered becoming a she!
They found it/him, hidden, feeling....
Tonight I cried my heart away
Accepting all the things I can not change
Still left with heartache n pain
Amongst n uneased brain
Time is ticking
The clock never stops
As the hours go by
I lay while my heart dies
Lost in self pity
Trying to dig out of a hole
I never realized was not filled with cement
A foundation with a sink hole
The task seems uneasy
The work displeasing equally a struggle
Pulling up my pants tightening my buckle
I've always been the Man as a woMan
For once I've felt defeat
As I realize the muscle
Is not divided equally
I never let him help
I never let him see me struggle
For now in distress my jester no longer juggles
Blessed
I’m God-loved, grace-nourished, Bible-upheld, faith-propelled
A forgiven sinner, beloved sister, volunteer teacher, cheerful care-giver
I like to share the Gospel, disciple students, write poems for Christ...
Offended am I with self-conceit, discontentment, and hypocrisy
I fear displeasing my King, wasting time, being a stumbling block
I pray to see Israel, spiritual fruits, and ministry accomplishments...
A sojourner am I in the country known as “Pearl of the Orient Seas”
Servant*!
*Matthew 24:46 Blessed is that servant, whom his lord when he cometh shall find so doing.
January 28, 2019
4th place, "Writing Challenge 2, Bio Form, January 2019" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 2/4/2019.
Song:
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That Was Then, This is Now
Copyright Corinne Curcio February 8, 2009
I once dined in fine restaurants
Saw all the Broadway plays
Lavished gifts on loved ones
Those were halcyon days
Now I eat Mac and Cheese
By the light of the TV
Oh to do the things I please
But that’s no longer my reality
That was then
This is now
I’ll have to make
The best of it somehow
I was young - stylish
Beguiling and thin
Men and women flocked around
For the mere touch of my skin
But friends have gone away
And strangers pass me by
It pains me to know I’ve become
So displeasing to the eye
That was then
This is now
I’ll have to make
The best of it somehow
You can say I wallow in self-pity
And while that may be so
The big picture isn’t pretty
And it looks as though
It might get worse
These cruel cards I’ve been dealt
I no longer care to play
Should I cut my losses and fold
Then simply walk away?
I'm raised by God-fearing parents with loving nurture
along caring gesture midst their tribal culture
endowing me a blessed* stature…
Dearly loved by the Almighty and my family
my personality is grace-nourished with secured redemption blissfully
while Scriptures-upheld and faith-propelled steadfastly…
A forgiven sinner am I, privileged to be a volunteer Bible teacher
beloved sister of three siblings: now are two fathers, and a mother
cheerful care-giver, and a devoted life-builder…
My spirit rejoices in sharing the Gospel of the Saviour Christ
discipling students for character that is virtue-spiced
writing articles and poems, divinely-priced...
Offended am I with my own self-conceit’s engagement
murmuring due to discontentment
as well as hypocrisy-entanglement…
I fear displeasing my King Who deserves my best
wasting time through unwise multi-tasking zest
and becoming a stumbling block in the guise of being honest…
My heart prays to visit Israel in due time
reap spiritual fruits midst harvest chime
feast in ministry rewards of diligence-prime…
Currently, a sojourner am I in the country
of heroic pride according to history's victory
also known as “Pearl of the Orient Seas” around nature’s glory
A beloved** child of God I am, grateful to Him.
*"Blessed" is the meaning of my name.
**Romans 1:7 ... Beloved of God, called to be saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father, and the Lord Jesus Christ.
Bio in rhyme form
July 10, 2021; edited on August 8, 2021
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND your pick" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 8/8/2021.
Where gossip hits a sudden death
when it enters a wise person's ears
Your words are displeasing to me
choice has two characters
one that hates the other's love
I can taste the bitterness of your soul attacking
forcing your opinion as having direct value
over something you know absolutely nothing
The targeting of the innocent
is the acts of a bully cornered