Best Disregarded Poems
He was growing old and senile and his hair began to fall,
And he perched on a stool to tell accounts of the past,
Of how he’d fought for his country and of his manifold valiant deeds,
Speaking of patriotic comrades who’d long returned to dust.
His neighbors sometimes thought that his stories were a joke
But elders who had understanding of the past
Knew his honesty and the truthfulness with which he spoke;
But we don’t hear his tales today for the old Musyoka passed way.
Not many mourned him, perhaps only his children and wife,
For he led an ordinary uneventful lifestyle;
He had a part-time job and a family, calmly heading his way;
The world did not know when death took his nationalistic smile.
When thievish politicians die of eating too much
Their sinful corpses honorably lie in state
While spoon-fed sycophants give crammed eulogies,
But a freedom soldier quietly succumbs to his unfortunate fate.
It seems the greatest contribution to the wellbeing of our republic
Is to lie to the people and severally break your unfeasible promises,
But the patriotic soldier who lays down his life for the country,
Goes unnoticed to his grave without the minutest of praises.
The earnings of a politician are more than their service,
But a patriotic soldier gives up his life to protect his countrymen,
Yet his pension is small and old age and disease the only rewards,
And an ordinary death awaits him at three score and ten.
It is easy to forget old Musyokas for they live no more,
Even disregard that such heroes ever went to the battlefield,
But I hear heart-rending cries from forgotten graves yonder,
Where old Musyokas and their devoted mates restlessly lie.
They cry, “sons and daughters, we died like common folks,
Yet we are the reason why you enjoy the peace you have,
We lost our arms and legs and most of us died cheap as a fox;
Will you deny us a simple and costless thing such as honor?”
I loathe hearing the fallen old Musyoka and mates haunt me so
But I’m not the commander-in-chief of the land,
Nor am I some legislator in the August House,
I can’t honor a fly, but old Musyoka won’t understand.
Had I never known the heat of sensual fire
From a woman consumed with sexual need
Whose object of desire in the darkest hours
For pleasure and gratification - was me
I would never quite realize how empty and cold
Are your reasons for a passionless life
That kindness, compassion and trust - alone
Are insufficient qualities for a wife
Fear of having to reciprocate
Unwanted proclivities in exchange
Could never extinguish the primal lust
Of a woman’s pheromones enraged
There were wanton impatient lovers
Who’ve met me at the door
Overwhelmed with awaiting my presence
Made love to me right there on the floor
Their motives were often deep inner need
But just as often the simple desire to please
A woman’s innate need for lovin’
Could never be stifled or contained
Nature’s demand for intimate mating
Would overrule any reason to abstain
But you leave me caressing my pillow
Clueless and careless that sex has refrained
Days on end with no kissin’ or huggin’
Endless months without releasing the strain
Only a damaged psyche
In deep emotional pain
Or inherited cold-blood
Coursing through chilly veins…
Could explain.
Claims of excessive carnal demands
While seldom if never met
Are the excuse for withholding affection
But don’t explain the willful neglect
To give and share lovin’
Til the end of our days
With the spouse you had beget
Whatever sexuality issues
Is not alone your lover’s blame
You mislead yourself most of all
To believe our deceased romance
Attaches no fault to your name
Once-in-a-life-love sacrificed
After all, the greatest shame.
Iger
When we were with each other,
Her fond looks I disregarded;
Her true feelings I neglected.
What a stupid I was then!
There’s no use crying over spilt milk…
Bite Size Contest no.62 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date: 02-05-2023
You disciplined me
For taking what I desire
You taught me to be TRUTH
Cause no one tolerates a liar
You must serve
All those who have a need
You must deliver and go
Cause you carry seed
You pour out and in
But never expect a return
To be a winning warrior
Is what you are here to learn
I'm no victim
I'm grown, I've always known
To be who I AM
It is required to be alone
...in LOVE
When He comes to claim
The very work of His hands
Will there be one human
Who will dare to understand
The price for being accepted
Is to be rejected for difference
Though integrity and passion
Are always running interference
...the scars remain
No point in running
A finger over damaged skin
The debt is forgiven
Where every possibility has been
Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-22-2023
Predetermined prostitution
Selling out to make it big
Gendered, soulless horrification
Getting greedy to feed the pig
Horrifying landscape changes
Maintenance of status quo
Antagonistic soul estranges
Burning embers afterglow
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Set my soul for resurrection
Save me from these dire straits
Bounded by a predilection
Tumultuation this creates
Take me now into the darkness
Hold me down until I scream
Fascination with the harkness
Close my eyes until I dream
Disregarded foolish notions
Swept along by blood and greed
Fanciful and dark devotions
Haunt me now until I'm freed
Take me now from this indulgence
Take me to the doors of death
Feed me to the sweet effulgence
As I take my final breath
Months have passed by since I last saw you,
I cannot still forget the worrying eyes that you had on that night,
leaving me thought, that we weren't okay but,
I still disregarded it because you seemed to be okay,
I wanted to apologize for setting aside the real problem that we had
and wish I could turn back the time to correct my approach and make things right for us, but this time I will make sure that your personal space will be prioritized.