Best Disrespects Poems
I set the stage for tropical romance;
among my rocks have sirens’ songs been sung.
Yet some who dare to traverse my expanse
into the briny depths of me are flung.
Inconstant as the sun that comes and goes,
I’m calm as windless day or still of night;
then furious as hurricanes that blow.
You cannot know my mind nor guess my might.
By ancients I was feared and deified,
and still two thirds of all the earth I rule!
Let humans learn the ebb of every tide,
but he who disrespects me is a fool.
The plight of humankind will be its worst
when I and land for sins of man are cursed.
It all started as fun like it usually does
Back when she was a great girl who'd always been beautifully loved
Way back before she'd been brutally touched
She goes out weekly and has a few drink like most teens
She doesn't let boys get close, only in their dreams
She goes to university to try and make her future career better
One day she gives in to peer pressure
She's scared when alone, but they don't feel Fear together
Her friends pressure her into popping pills
Now the world is not as real
She's feels high but low at the same time
Trying to think, but is struggling with her mind
She leaves the bar with a strange guy, who spoke kind words
There's no harm in a little flirt
Is what her friends say, but that night he gets her out of her skirt
Takes her home, but never calls back
Her whole confidence, begins to fall flat
Now she's doing lines of cocaine almost daily
Her and her friends haven't spoke lately
She's going off the rails, her friends should be keeping her on track
This is when her whole world starts to turn black
She used to say she'd only give a chance to a man who treats her
But her new man, disrespects and beats her
She knows her time is coming, she doesn't have long left
She keeps taking the wrong steps
Her dreams are broken and faith's lost
Her teeth are rotting and she's had a severe weight loss
We all know how enjoyable sex is
But she doesn't enjoy it, she's sleeping around for her next fix
As long as she gets the drugs she doesn't care about being respected
She's happy to continue destroying the beauty she was blessed with
There's places she doesn't want to visit on her next trip
She's not into small talk or sharing the facts
She's just doing what she can, for her next heroin bag
Her man beats her worse than before, because he finds out she has aids
No new beginning
No happy ending
No chance of winning
She's almost at the end of the chapter on her page
She's never been suicidal
But she's been caught in a vicious cycle
She grabs the knife and cuts until she bleeds
Tears in her eyes, right before her heart no longer beats
I wrote this based off the world we live in, so this girl doesn't exist
But there are plenty of true stories just like this
I wish this had a happy ending, because this girl was meant to set the world alight
But it's a sad story of how drugs ruined a girls life
I am here
In a different time and place
In which tears of joy of one
Unfolds the tears of discrimination of another
Such a cruel and beautiful place
This world can be
Such happiness and melancholy
It can cause
To trade the laughter of a hundreds
With the wretchedness of one
Is such an unpardonable sin
Where love is such a misguided emotion
And jokes just become an exotic offence
And people no longer go by the principle of respect
Where habits and manners become the past tense of an old lifetime
Where everyone says such things as
“No one loves you”
Where every low- life disrespects an ordinary
Where people who cry and weep
Are the people that speak of fact?
And people that are strong and rarely do they weep
Are the bad?
Nonsense after Nonsense
Sanity Losing Sanity
World decreasing in faith
Word becomes worthless
And I sit here
And I am to blamed
Of things that do not cause any shame
I am here, sitting and receiving offences
Of people who their duty is to love? To care?
Such an ironic place this world has become
Such a spell of loathing is cast upon us
And we, who fight are in this spell
To be condemned
Who am I really? Who does everyone think I am, and what do they think I’m really like? Do I even know? Stay tunnnnned.
I was a newborn in ‘49 in a home within a mile of Highway 49
There was no doctor; but a midwife arrived on time, nice and kind.
My weight was 10 lbs.; and I have reached 165 in 66 years of time.
I didn’t go astray; and I’ve done my best to walk the narrow line.
Old people said, “Be good so you don’t go where the sun don’t shine.
Anyway I respect everyone, and I serve notice on any who disrespects me.
O I have over time exceeded the speed limits, and ran a few stop signs.
My folks attended a Church in the neighborhood known as True Vine.
I’m not perfect, but I’ve never been accused of being a liar or hypocrite.
People called me “a good boy” when I was a kid growing up.
But there was always something inside the me that they could never see.
They never knew the deprived, the denied, and the underprivileged me.
My grandma was my best friend who taught me love; and man she was tough.
My next best friend came along when daddy gave me Jack, my first little pup.
He was the best, boldest, fastest, and loved to ride in daddy’s pickup truck.
By grace I’ve done good like we all should, and never committed a crime.
I don’t smoke, drink, or dope; but I’m a sinner saved by God’s grace alone.
I believe in forgiveness and not “an eye for an eye”; but please don’t ignore me.
04012016 PS Contest, Who Are You?, by Catie Lindsey
Son, to be a man,
You need to listen to men.
You will get experience straight from the horse's mouth about manhood.
Have more dignity and rationality with women,
It will make you a commendable son and husband.
And you need to respect your elders,
It will win you acclaim, my boy!
Have a gargantuan appetite for knowledge,
That will differentiate you from grown boys.
Son, our society loves to think of people as egocentric,
But always put your family first,
For you're respected for what you put right for your family.
Let your home be a candle sconce for the community,
For true happiness lies in the happiness of the community.
I know other men's wives appear more alluring,
But son, there must be no room for adultery,
That disrespects her husband and their relationship.
Give attention to your wife, it's only the faces that are different;
Son, all normal men can be fathers,
But not all can be dads.
So be a dad to your children, let them look up to you.
A little boy was born to his mother’s delight
The most precious face ever placed in her sight
Instantly smitten when she saw his baby blues
His contagious laughter and a smile she couldn’t refuse.
As time went on her baby boy was growing into a man
It was like yesterday she was holding his tiny little hand
Everybody who knew him thought he was the bee’s knees
Popular and well loved his mama so proud and well pleased
As he grew he crafted his skill to a true art form of manipulation
Like a chameleon he would change to benefit in any situation
Lying became as natural to him as the first words he ever spoke
Not sure if he could speak the truth for he would surely choke
His mom holds on to the hope and prayers she says to her father
While her son disrespects her over and over not wanting to bother
He is so wrapped up in himself not noticing his true friends have left
He has thrown away his pride, dignity and respect, all because he chose meth.
A little boy was born to his mother’s delight……….
Self annuity, that one fray
that disrespects its disarray,
what wrong I learned from, must relay
to self's apportion, not obey!
The slavery of respect's allay
that merits pride, admits convey
to stifling, while my greatest aye
is understanding doubt's dismay!
The mass of reverence, scant to faith,
admit my fault, except, convent,
experienced lessons make my day,
that vacuum of consent, risks pay!
What not to do ~ again, OK!
He loves being incorrect,
politically and otherwise
He revels in how bad he disrespects
anybody who don’t agree with him
His supporters staunchly defend
all of his boorish behavior
His critics call those supporters,
his crutch enablers,
who don’t have a leg to stand on
If you don’t believe me:
give the Tweet Man your phone
Watch the foul characters he spew;
misogynist alphabets demeaning
women with gutter vitriol
Dignified manners he don’t like ‘em at all,
calls them soft and weak
So Obama lite, so meek
That ain’t the way he Wolfman speak ...
So incorrect is how he love to be
Don’t feel he ever needs to apologize,
stretching a little disinformation into a big lie
Said he woulda won the popular vote,
if the voter rolls hadn’t been compromised —
Three million border illegals snuck in line,
that’s the reason why
Political incorrectness is his spot of tea;
boasted that the England and German female rulers
were dumb as can be
And of course, he’s the smartest man in the universe,
just ask him yourself
Aside from the obvious bent truths,
he has a skewed self-image view
Being so incorrect got him the crown he will crow,
with profanity laced utterances coming out of his throat
A bad seed loudmouth wearing bully pants —
ain’t no doubt about it, decency never had a chance
He’s so vile, so morally suspect ...
spitting bifurcated words so incorrect
The sadness of it all: history will record
how bad he flunked the leadership test
Too many incorrect answers, I presume
A lifetime of love,
Our joyous expectation
Until Death knocked at our door.
We, entranced by love
Were guilty of forgetting
Death disrespects promises.
Written 4/9/12
men hate the truth
but god knows it all
wisdom is to descend
between good and evil
knowledge is to cultivate
from the ability and potentiality
so sow no violence
and reap no evil
for mistakes are the
cause of failure
the love of wealth
hatred and jealousy
disrespects the integrity
selfishness and greediness
are the anxieties of hell
and love and kindness
the fantasies of heaven
When Solar Flares
Give The Sun Citations when it disrespects the laws of nature
For not following ways of man at all cost and cause and case
No matter what your rules might indicate
A certain fate awaits
Space between all atoms is enormous
The reason we don’t walk through walls
Or fall through floors is not magic
Atoms don’t hold themselves alone, suspended in empty space
It is magnetic fields that react to those two forces
That keeps the universe in place
When sun’s highways of solar flares, stream in channels
Travel in their respective places, all is well and fine
When they follow normal traffic rules and stay in lanes
Suns don’t have our mind
They seem to stray in more than one direction
Magnetic streams collide, send corona blasts to Earth
When solar storms collapse for months or years our infrastructures
Say good bye to power grids and life as you once knew it
Prepare to rub two sticks together for heat and warmth
Get out bongo drums
Tap text messages to your friends
Respect is a must
not a given.
Any person that disrespects
another who is without fault,
Is a person with no self worth.
For they see their own flaws
in the others
accomplishments.
Sorrows secret of blackness
Hearts broken amidst shadows
Tears cascading crying now
All silence that disrespects
All anguish that hides within
Darkness displays deadly sin
Consuming false Nirvana.
...this verse can be read backward...
Blackness of secret sorrows
Shadows amidst broken hearts
Now crying cascading tears
Disrespects that silence all
Within hides, that anguish all
Sin, deadly displays darkness
Nirvana, false consuming.
Theme # 3...TASTE OF NIGHTFALL
May.16.2020
FINISH LINE IN SEVEN
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Imagine you’re alone and there’s nobody who cares
everyone disrespects and treats you unfair
you’re emotionally crushed
living a nightmare
slandered and helpless
no one anywhere
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
Bosses bullied now you’re sacked
losing all your friends at work
your friends still believe it’s all crap
can’t explain you going berserk
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
Unaware you loved working that job
unaware you were targeted by the boss
months you suffered while friends scoffed
still unaware of what you lost
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
I screamed out a cry for help
which nobody took serious
and there I was stuck in hell
ahead of me disastrous
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
In their refusal was disrespect
a “usual” annoyance
my cry a cry they expect
a useless nuisance
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
My friends this says a lot about me
and everything about you
realised eventually what did you do
made out that you were loyal and true
..... and I just went funny one day,
you’re the victim accused in this poem
bad things about you that I say
a lack of love is all I’m knowing
my whole life this way
Now imagine you’re accused
of making up stories too
tales for attention overused
so nobody comes through
That story you tell of me has surprises
I nicked your bike but I was in Cyprus
saying I’m the one a storyteller
I’m the image in your mirror
Now accuse me of stories too
cry and moan while someone comes through
deal with it like I could never do
then make out you’re the better man too.
To the reader imagining
now imagine you're not imagining
and this is your life
7/2/20
A quintessential graven image
A bunkum to this present age
Destructive and repulsive
Crisps grips with hands sieve
Pismal dismal for this mar,this mar.
Dictative,will never mind your scars
Disgraces all graces with one face.
Defaces characters in different jiff phases.
Addiction is perdition
It disrespects all traditions
Advances by graduation
With granular measurement
It weighs more than a person's sacrament
Adapts easily to evil
Works with covenly devil
Good addiction, am afraid is now rare
Leaving the opposite with posing flair
Addiction is evil
It disallows decisive decision
Brings preclusive deception
Takes you back with no solid description
Disallowing you with grips of concocted confusion
To blend with it's impending conclusions