Best Disrepute Poems
He was known as Joltin John
With his baseball bat and his cap upon
He played the game with vigour and speed
Many a supporter said he was all that they need
Was born Guiseppe Paolo DiMaggio number eight child
Lived in America for his eighty four years 'til he died
Played as centre fielder during all his career
With the New York Yankees, who he held dear
Described by some as an uncaring brute
Responsible for Marilyn Monroe sliding into disrepute
With sedatives and such by dominating her so much
Controlling her career to stop her kissing men and such
He craved the limelight just for himself
Yet disliked Marilyn doing the same herself
Yet on the field he was no freak
Known for his 56 game hitting streak
Was MVP winner three times with determination
An all star in each of his thirteen seasons
You will find him in the baseball hall of fame
Look closely you will see his name
Was voted as sports living legend of all time
Was the baseball centennial year of nineteen sixty nine
His first wife was Dorothy Arnold an extra on the film
in which his minor role endured her to him
Married for just five years a son was born
Carries the name of Joseph John
In later years after the Arthur a Miller charade
DiMaggio rescued her from the tormented life she had
Would sit and read poetry on their latter years
Finding a Contentment that slated all fears
So this man had his bad points and good
Needed to reach his soul to be understood
Deep down inside he loved Marilyn for sure
This we will never find out, cos he is no more
He stands alone high in his baseball we surely know that
As a father and husband on his nose he fell flat
.
Remember when we see these idols it's all outer skin
We will never ever know what they are thinking within.
penned 20/4/2015
Categories:
disrepute, baseball,
Form:
Couplet
The fall of man is attributed to Eve
Who urged Adam to eat the forbidden fruit
Such is the story ancient biblical scriptures weave
Bringing about, as is said, on all of mankind disrepute
Reserving judgment on whether this tale is false or true
Blind belief that we have sinned shrouds us in guilt
Heart contracts every day swallowing this brew
No wonder then facing storms of life we wilt
Instead if we say man and woman are one
Polarities of God’s singularity that split in duality
Then concepts and beliefs entertained come undone
Allowing us to holistically view the absolute truth in totality
Eve is certainly not the villain she has been made out to be
Quite to the contrary, Adam was incomplete without her
Such is the interpretation, which our loving eyes see
We hope dear reader, that with us you concur
Categories:
disrepute, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
All your poems on this site are
automatically deleted in the event of;
1. Your death
2. You voting conservative
3. You just missing an ******
4. You holidaying in Clacton
5. You urinating on Buckingham Palace gates
6. You bringing the game of rugby into disrepute
I will never visit Clacton again.
Categories:
disrepute, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Slander blossoms without root
harvest of lies and fabrication.
Rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Scandal flourishes while enroute
to whispered, planted augmentation.
Slander blossoms without root.
Taking issue with points so moot
watering truth with orchestration,
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Fiendish minions supply the loot
while critics pick their confrontation -
slander blossoms without root.
Humor can serve to feed the brute,
fertilizing altercation;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
To dig and delve in disrepute
soon serves its own incrimination.
Slander blossoms without root;
rumor yields a blemished fruit.
Categories:
disrepute, 11th grade, depression,
Form:
Villanelle
The ignominy of buying and
selling
Is disgustingly despicable
The church of God
Has lost its taste
Its flavour diminished
The worldly purview
Is warming its way into the
church
Money is the order of the day
The taxonomy has to change
So as not to bring the name of
God
Into disrepute....
The drawing board we must
go
Checkmating ourselves...so
this excesses will not condemn
us
By not giving to ceasar what
belongs to ceasar
In Gods presence
You reverence Him in its
entirety
Not hiding under the backdrop
Of christian resource materials
being sold
Let's change and digress from
this sinful way
Before change changes us
Categories:
disrepute, angst
Form:
Didactic
FAILURE.
Isolated tentative in rosy tower
Sublime detached observer of success
Making its own life and time
Swallowing in one long yawn all the glories
Keen scented existence and sanctified its rewards
Cut off from the masters & futilifying the slaves
Giving a disdain look to posterity and its pards
Ignoring punctuality with a haughty look
But the huge mountains with discordant chords
Under the mantles they take refuge huddling
And you like a mother carry a pail for orphans
Poor and disrepute banished against the drift
The filth the pathos the ordinary drowsiness
The blind beggar the woman in rags
The furtive individual who lives kicking away
From the encroaching collectivity of the age
Greater than success sublimer than wealth
Tender as futile love wended as the god divine
Accepting person as a person without duly
In betterment or development of the suppressed
Piecing and embalming the wounded tendrils
The one who dropped out of the marathon or left
Afraid outraged by greedy convinces of haughty
And the hispid who tried to set a trap.
Look that blind beggar huddled under the bridge
His guttered life a heart longing for paradise
But in hell it seeks its forgetfulness
Of life’s bitter dregs deep and canine
Under shadows of blown husk and the pathos
Enduring the wants and unrewarded labours
Discredited and shredded on the runnel heaps
By those of pampered living & easy of shrouds
Hearts will come to you and extend your arm
To pick a mutilated corpse a rose or a thorn.
Categories:
disrepute, allegory, philosophy, poets,
Form:
Verse
He is screaming from his soapbox again.
His voice carries heavily through the air,
like a cloud of sulfur, soot, and disrepute.
He is old and he is fuming,
and he must do what old folks
do best, other than croak.
He must yell at the lost souls
of the newest generation
of degenerates and sinners
who will all surely burn in hell,
who will die writhing in agony,
and none of whom give even half a ****.
He may not even know the source of his
vitriol, but goddamn it, its there,
and he is going to spew it everywhere.
These are not opinions. There will be no discussion.
Our own soapboxes will remain unused.
Our politics all silent and subdued.
We do not want to make a scene.
Categories:
disrepute, america, christian, crazy, religion,
Form:
Verse
Why did Donald Trump emerge,
As a presidential frontrunner?
Why did people call a businessman,
To be a political gun, a stunner?
Politics is in disrepute today,
Requiring tight legal regulation,
Because advantage has been taken,
Financially, by the means of representation.
UK politics has shown deficiency,
Recently it has blown the steed,
With the expenses scandal,
From the politicians greed.
Can we really be represented,
Understood by criminals of fraud?
When the citizen needs loved,
Not dictated to by a god.
Socialism can be respected,
In its redistribution of wealth,
There should be fewer millionaires,
To better other people’s health.
Cognate with power’s regulators,
Validate their existence,
Petition for police inquiries,
To demand rigid penitence.
Categories:
disrepute, america, character, leadership, money,
Form:
Rhyme
"Standing Up To Not Fall Down"
Principles, Integrity, Honor and Faith,
are characteristics to strive for and attain.
Without these one is merely a shell
and no depth does that someone contain!
Holding to a Principle is noble in itself,
keeping one's head above water to not drown!
This worthy gesture is needed at all times to keep
"Standing Up To Not Fall Down!"
At what cost does one get Integrity?
Is it not one of life's great attributes?
If that is compromised or lost in any way,
so goes one's reputation in disrepute!
We give our word of Honor to one and all,
which can bring infamy or renown!
It is the rock of foundation to assist in
"Standing Up To Not Fall Down!"
Having Faith in lieu of evidence
of everything that is unseen,
is like the Rock of Gibraltar
that always is
absolutely solid and so serene!
Having all of these qualities so deep within
is quite similar to wearing a crown!
It will keep one's head up and help to maintain
"Standing Up To Not Fall Down!"
WTA-IV 3/17/2016
Categories:
disrepute, faith, introspection, life, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
128270 is all that I am
Merely a number no longer a man
A decade of hope and honor and pride
This machine has no compassion inside
Our leaders, stockholder and managers entranced
Lay havoc on each of us worker bee ants
The poison the spill on the piles of our dust
Is often confused for a new business must
In hives and holes scattered and abound
Lay us worker bee ants trying to make our day rounds
The drill and the chore is all which in store
And in the end nothing perhaps a bit more
The leaches they suck on our blood like their due
To engorge on the life-force of us non-precious few
And us worker bee ants start the dawn of the day
And in darkness return whence where we stay
The bastards have lunches in high flying jets
Vacations and ranches and blank corporate checks
Smiling on all they view and think own
Everything for a buck no matter who’s thrown
We the disrepute the embarrassing child
Churn in a belly of pure acid bile
Rot and decay our lot in out time
Treated as nothing but discardable slime
And as Gary our heart and our soul and our light
Dissolves into unconsciousness blight
The leaders look to the terror sans see
Ignoring all that is that which we flee
Categories:
disrepute, confusion, on work and
Form:
My Last Sonnet
Friends of yesteryears, so long ago
Faded spirits often dance in disrepute,
Sadly, the best of people that I know,-
Tossed away honor in favor of the loot!
Friends of yesteryears, now a dream
Lingering ghosts racing deep in my head,
Truly, walking dead or so it did seem,-
Rambling where even angels fear to tread!
My friends of yesteryears, know so well
Courage I clung to from my great fears,
Shame, the elixir of my darkest hell-
Adding bitter salts to my dreaded tears!
Ghosts of moments, set in hardened stone.
Ghosts of moments, I must die all alone!
Robert J. Lindley , 05-08-2015
Note: This is my last sonnet.. Written on
the relationship I had with some very bad friends,
over 40 years ago. All four of them have passed on
now and trust me that is a blessing for this world.
Categories:
disrepute, allegory, angst, history, journey,
Form:
Sonnet
Thy Queen beeth Noble indeed
Far better it to Unsheath thy Sword
In Defense of such Grace
Than to cause your Nobility
To fall in Disrepute
To one whose Promises
Are like Leaves in the Wind
Categories:
disrepute, dedication, love, romance,
Form:
cancel culture groups
bringing into disrepute
lynching ~ doctor seuss
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
disrepute, allusion, culture, humanity,
Form:
Senryu
So many faces in the mirror
So many strangers in view
Long forgotten projects
Traveling in foreign lands.
Half forgotten affairs of heart
Women who will never know
Some subtlety to comprehend
Immensity of futile tenderness
Sufficed by accumulated years.
High afternoons of boredom
Shadowy depressions in dreams
Elucidation of some high art
Negligence of a life in disrepute.
Pale stricken dead leaves
Broken shards of deaden smiles
Crumbling litters when salvaged
In the gaudy annals of the futile.
Categories:
disrepute, introspection
Form:
Free verse
How many comments
To praise many writes
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This quite incredible site
How many comments
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As their credence falls
Brave decisions Make differences
To eradicate the references
That bring this site into disrepute
As one by one, the Poets shoot
Our words we share for them to read
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In various forms and many words
To be polite and not absurd
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Categories:
disrepute, friendship, happiness, inspirational, passion,
Form:
Rhyme