Best Exacerbate Poems
(To be sung to the tune of “Alouette”)
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
When you muddle and confuse, then you simply cannot lose,
Complicate, obfuscate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Use a complicated word every time your voice is heard
Dazzle twits with your wits,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Seven letters and above are the words the game’s made of
Show your knowledge learned in college,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
If your meaning’s understood, then the words are just no good,
Make it sound tres profound,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
You will sound like such a whiz if your word selection is
Unintell - igible,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
Postulate, exacerbate, extricate, pontificate,
Inundate, aggravate,
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Obfuscation, we like obfuscation
Obfuscation, the game we like to play
I feel as if walking inside
an impressionistic painting, that too in 3D
as far as I can see, a world of dots and light
the same as what I’m made of.
I see summer in spring.
My eyes touch the sky and sky me.
I feel people staring at me
but why don’t they ask me about my Glaucoma.
My optic nerve, the cable, is damaged
And sends visual information to the brain
And can cause slight vision or even blindness
And am advised to take marijuana,
The most controversial choice
though there are alternative therapies.
I know smoking marijuana has been proven
to reduce intra ocular pressure
and prevents optic nerve damage
but takes a heavy toll
as one has to smoke multiple times a day
for the consistent results
adding to the global drama of medical marijuana.
I am trying it out but…….
Feeling the side effects of depression & exacerbate asthma.
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November 29, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
7th place win
Contest: Medical Marijuana by Debbie Guzzi
It need not rhyme, it need not flow
It need no essence of truth
Just proliferate, exaggerate
And be sure to convolute
With flexous and circuitous jargon, fruiton soon to find
Scholars will praise your erudition,and vilipend the simple of mind
It need not passion, it need not soul
It need not emotion convey
For imperious wordsmiths write verse to cajole
With nothing of substance to say
Just aberrate,divigate, affirm you wish not to profess
Just cloak, conceal, as you disseminate your page's emptiness
It need not sorrow, it need not elation
It not your mind reveal
Words are just wasted with no explanations
Nihility holds no appeal
Exacerbate, exasperate, as fading tales of yore
Leave you unremembered for your words are too obscure
This is something that cannot be denied:
If there is a torrential rain or a blizzard outside,
most people telephone for a pizza delivery.
Those conditions exacerbate the job’s drudgery.
Those are the times when most people make the call.
It seems like the phone keeps ringing off the wall.
Delivery drivers have to brave the conditions outside.
It’s enough to make them want to run off and hide.
That is what to expect from the general humanity.
Those selfish and thoughtless people show no mercy.
They also complain if there is a late delivery.
As Julius Caesar said to Brutus: “Et tu, Brute?”
This place is always a little lonely
At the weekends...no noise and life,
I like solitude,
But not in places
Where's there's recently been
A lot of people.
Reclusiveness protects you
From nostalgia,
And you can be as nostalgic
In relation to what happened
Half an hour ago
As half a century ago, in fact more so.
I went to the Xmas party.
I danced,
And generally lived it up.
I went to bed sad though.
Discos exacerbate
My sense of solitude.
My capacity for social warmth,
Excessive social dependence
And romantic zeal
Can be practically deranging;
It's no wonder I feel the need
To escape...
Escape from my own
Drastic social emotivity
And devastating capacity
For loneliness.
I feel trapped here,
There's no
Outlet for my talents.
In such a state as this
I could fall in love with anyone.
The night before last
I went to the ball,
Couples filing out,
I wanted to be half of every one,
But I didn't want to lose ***.
I'll get over how I feel now,
And very soon.
Gradually I'll freeze again,
Even assuming an extra layer of snow.
I have to get out of here.
(Adapted from an unfinished and unsent letter penned just before Christmas 1986.)
abominate, abhor, abuse, admonish, adumbrate, afflict, advance,
agitate, agonize, alcohol, announce, approach, awaken, bait, bark,
bawl, bedamn, bedevil, berate, betoken, bluster, bode, bother, break,
brew, browbeat, bully, caution, censure, chide, clutter, comminate,
complain, complicate, confuse, cow, crucify, DAD, damage, daughter,
deplore, detest, devil, disarray, disorder, disparage, distress, divine,
embroil, enforce, enmesh, ensnarl, entangle, entwine, exacerbate,
excruciate, execrate, expiate, family, feel, fist, flex, forebode,
forecast, forerun, foresee, foreshadow, foreshow, foretell, foretoken,
forewarn, frighten, fulminate, gnarl, gnash, grieve, growl, hammer,
hang, harass, harbinger, harmonize, harrow, heckle, herald, hound,
injure, intimidate, impend, imperil, imprecate, inflict, intuit, involve,
irk, jam, jeopardize, joy, knot, laughter, loom, love, maze, menace,
mistreat, molest, Mom, muck, muddle, mumble, murmur, mutter,
nag, normalize, omen, overhang, overshadow, perplex, persecute,
pester, plague, portend, preindicate, provoke, punish, push, presage,
pressurize, prognosticate, promise, prophesy, provoke, punish,
quarrel, quiz, rack, ravel, rebuke, reprimand, risk, scare, scold,
scourge, scowl, sense, shake, shame, signify, smite, snap, snarl, son,
soothsay, spook, strike, tangle, tease, terrorize, threaten, thunder,
torment, torture, trouble, upset, usurp, vaticinate, vex, vilify,
vociferate, walk, warn, worry, wound, wring, yell, yelp, zero, zip, zone.
Roaring round roads raucously
Orally overtly offending operators
Acrid antagonistic adjectives aired
Defiantly daring distracted drivers
Ranting raving railing
Aggravate annoy atrocious
Gregarious gone Goebbels
Exacerbate engage enrage
To the ground, plastics, papers and metals
To the mixture, scrap, damaged tires and dirty pieces of cloth
Amid natural ecosystems
From whose laxation natural escapes
The flammable methane gas
Triatomic is the altered range of oxygen by the action
Of electric shocks on the heights
Whose total damage, with inventing the steam engine
And the development of the industry, then started
The harbinger that future generations
Would live in fear of climatic cloister
Sometimes the abuse, it seems that conforms
When in the forests, indiscriminately to millions
Killing pathogens, exacerbate emphysema
Of the Blue planet, whose fury is magma itself
That spares nothing and all-consuming in vindictive eruptions
Why die so soon when there is so much to see?
so much to learn and someone to be
Why cry over words thrown out by an acerbic tongue,
why hang yourself up when there are so many discoveries to be done?
why exacerbate your wounds just because of some hungry hounds?
Why die in pain and let go of everything you have done in vain?
And why not die in peace than in pain
lie down and think again,
Why try the taste of poison?
When you can give the world a taste of your horizon,
Why sink in the deep dark grave of your tub
Life has just started and you are still a cub,
Why take pills and shut up your mouth
when there are so many melancholious tunes left to hum
and so many songs to be sung.
So why give up on yourself so fast?
when somewhere in there your quality is unsurpassed,
you take a step thinking that life is a bee hive,
But then one thing is for sure
your soul will regret this all it's life.
A Misanthrope
The shape I am
Whom you reflect upon me
And where we actually belong
In times of prejudice
In times of conflict
You exacerbate the lives we live
In demolition, you retrograde all
And in conclusion
You eradicate many.
You.
Eradicate.
Many.
Naively
You made me a Misanthrope
And everybody else
Where we hate
And distrust mankind
Of our own humanity
Sad, isn't it?
A walking cradle
A scaffold
Just support
Underpinnings are cushions of support.
We exacerbate to defeat negative thoughts.
We want success because this soothes our words.
Impaired from those that know how to hinder when moving forward, is a liaison to destroy.
A philosophical standard is not atypical.
This provides acumen and vision.
A walking cradle
Your framework
Empowered to join in a cause
A platform to stand on is that designed to level up.
Your thinking encounters more knowledge.
Edifice so large, that organization is a network.
Associate positive environment.
Correlate your roller deck.
Connect your mind to solidarity.
The structure is in order to induce the luring of optimistic tools.
To progress, becomes categorical.
Firm uncompromising unconditional
Absolute your milieu unlimitedly!
Cultivate your own means.
Flourish breed
A walking cradle
A new school
Promulgated!
What bound my soul is as hard as bromite
i might not be so intricate with words
i leave sixth sense condescending
my metaphors absolutely power driven
you'd be using Greek mythology if you tying to describe me
like a deadly earthquake i erupt your souls from poverty, exacerbate your minds so you can think properly
while other Emcees dig with mics that are temporal i rock with heavily monumental rhymes and mics that are deadlier!
looking for what bounds my soul is like looking for what bounds Ethiopia and Biafra
Hip Hop is my game
what! Hip Hop is my name!
i write for every black child, black magicians, black slavery and black myth
it was i who spoke about gentrification
i spoke about killings in Africa and poor girl education
Hip Hop educates every black quixotic child
saying to them; be idealistic and practical
the power that i speak of is truly magical
dangerous, nebulous magnetic resonance
what bounds my soul is rocking shows with steady mics
steady rhymes and steady vibes
This is Hip Hop
and it shall not be televised
Blinded by vanity
a king has no hope, only a pugilistic mind.
He speaks his urbane opinions carelessly
berating all others; he leaves their broken hearts behind.
Since he himself has no hope, he crushes the hopes of those he thinks of pusillanimously.
Such a waste, their hopes will never be refined.
This king, contrary to many other kings, was not thought of as volatile.
Not a soul, would I expect to be surprised,
In fact, they expected no other fact; they said he deserved credit through death upon exile.
Atop their graves, written on the tombstone, are words that penetrate so deep into you that you can hear their thoughts, which were not so much compromised.
All the while, the king is enclosed in his vanity.
Forevermore with a crown atop his grave
Along with the few remnants of his dignity
In addition to the veridical words
“A king, not so much, but a mortal man whose vanity couldn't save.”
I assure you, vanity is the bane
of this tragedy, so avoid it at all costs, for it will not diminish but will instead only exacerbate the pain.
How... Floe N'ice Tubby In The Throes...
(breaking free of writer's block)
Asper this instance,
when a dearth of ideas
like a charred bait oven
finds me looking Bach
at drawing board and/or the clock
as if inspiration
can be found teasing out
whimsical child like spontaneity
recalling hickory dickory dock
rather than exacerbate
mental paralysis, akin
to an invisible vice grip,
which tension eventually
far worse than bill
lee esse ness, which former
grips with irony my chin,
I try release sing restraint and chill,
ready to whip out power drill
not surprised finding sawdust,
viz of course after numbing skull
sticking head in deep freeze
or mounting temple
on dry ice, without
receiving nary a cavil
lack of creative noggin fill
intense concentration
invariably heats up "thinker"
as if being scalded
on a barbecue grill
(which fixed attention),
never ever engenders
positive flow of ideas,
but absolutely ideal
for reducing a mole hill
from a mountain
nonetheless within ma mind,
before long prolonged
cessation to brain
storm induces ill
humor succumbing into
torturous mental state
(fall of the cider
house rules usher),
non poe whet
tick dark age,
whar ah felt jill
ted loom min hated
with panic ready to kill...
mice elf (Stuart Little),
cuz dem lil
cerebral cogs and wheels
malfunction for more'n a mill
yen times prompting
to scout graveyards
for fresh corpse, and
if results rendered nill
jet over to Doctor Frankenstein,
even if aye gotta
hightail to Trans sill
vein ya, unless....
perhaps ye kind reader twill
donate yar viable gray matter tummy
(right after ya die) denny ya will
almost be im mort till!
What if the whole street blithely celebrates
What if the neighbours quaintly decorate
What if the well wishers advocate
" Oh ho! Life has to move on, Forget!"
It's we, agonizing over the happy days gone
Pondering on the deeds you gleefully did in
the festive seasons, the dress you donned
Our bountiful Pongal pot you spotlessly adorned
Don't you fathom it's immensely tough for us
To celebrate any festival with same zest?
On our exaltation graph, after your demise, no crests
Bracing smiling mask, they see tearful face lest
So, Appa, what if the whole street celebrates!
Can't you see our minds still exacerbate!