Best Excommunication Poems
This POTD is dedicated to Di11y Da11y
who spoke the truth and paid the price!
to the unheard poet
you weren’t driven away
you moved beyond them
Once upon perdition
The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos questioned reason,
hoping for a guilty plea
but the world was too far gone,
so began the killing spree
The Crier rang his leper bell:
“Our town’s a godless apparition”
Filling hearts with envy
of a once-dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in a pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
fallen gargoyles block civic square
Steeplejacks grow disoriented,
from looking up at disrepair
“That hole’s not deep enough,”
winked the jester to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
As the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive its willing slaves
With the apocalypse gathering pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward
a real madman in disguise
Said, “We need a scapegoat
—a martyr, an ultimate sacrifice”
He was crucified for being too clever;
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting fear of God in us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
At last when heaven reopened,
an eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overcast again,
sun went nova, boiling all life away…
By
David Kavanagh
Get ready cause here is the next pontification
In regards to my said, beloved’s infatuation
Hear me thee, here do be, the truth of the situation
Which once was the source of said aggravation
After having arrived at many carnal rotations
Yet to me this was more than just merely fornication
Unless it is just about you and your manipulation
Telling me that there was never a foundation
That it was all about the sexual sensation
Confusing are your words in there translation
They were your words of emotional declaration
Saying, that they are your truthful and honest proclamation
That we were was then had been your chosen words of articulation
Did they not bare as authentic in authentication?
Yet, I would never take advantage of your inebriation
You had already been thru enough of that brutalization
Though we both do know, we do have difficulty in communication
Though to me, it is just temporary blocks of frequency channelization
Amplified by the vodka laced with fruit juice for your gestation
This does be the biggest and truest reason for our causation
And the reason being for my excommunication?
If this does draw me as the fool in this poetic explanation
Then paint me as the man who holds much inner vexation
As we come here now to this thee summation
Because I still feel this be your true vibration
You are truly good enough and worthy enough for a higher lofty elevation
The apostate looked out his window,
and started to believe
As genuflecting pylons,
sent ramifications through the trees
Chaos looked at reason,
was it about to make a plea
I see Satan’s raising an army
or so the nihilists agreed
The Crier rang his Leper bell,
‘our town’s a Godless apparition’
Least he filled hearts with envy,
of a once dreaded condition
Now the King prayed for calm,
in another pagan act of contrition
After his son died at birth,
he had proscribed all religion
Atheists came from all around,
excommunication filled the air
Roots now faced horizontal,
trying to feed off despair
Anxious to leave town,
random leaves block civic square
And steeplejacks are disorientated,
from neglecting their repairs
That hole’s not deep enough,
winked the piper to the knave
He could never resist a shortcut,
even digging his own grave
But the madness continued,
hermits set fire each other’s caves
Shedding light on the void,
by burning alive it’s willing slaves
And as the apocalypse gathered pace,
populations slowly died
Some genius came forward,
a real madman in disguise
Said we need a scapegoat,
a dimwit, an ultimate sacrifice
He was crucified for being too clever,
they much preferred no advice
And whilst writing this story,
that apparently makes no sense
The Queen was in her chambers,
hanging herself from suspense
Children butcher themselves gaily,
having learned how to fence
As for putting the fear of God into us,
the wicked come crawling to repent
So finally when heaven reopened,
a total eclipse tried darken that day
Never to see man overshadowed again,
Sun went nova, vaporising all life away
By
David Kavanagh
King 'Enry of The 'Ouse of Tudor ruled merrie olde England, the mighty and the meek.
'E was quite obese in 'is elder years and threw 'is weight around - so to speak!
'E governed from 1509 'til 1549 when 'e expired and began 'is eternal bourne.
Though 'e slept around a lot, nary a male heir for 'is regal throne was born!
With virgin maidens and other guy's wives, 'twas a promiscuous life 'e led,
Though 'e eventually wooed a strange assortment of royal wives to 'is bed!
'E 'ad six of 'em, which would've left even the most virile of men in a daze!
'E soon tired of each and 'e dispensed with them in various and sundry ways!
Both Anne Boleyn and Catherine Howard were destined to lose their 'eads!
Catherine of Aragon and Catherine Parr died of mysterious causes in their beds.
Jane Seymour and Anne of Cleves died from natural causes it is said as well.
'Twas rumored that 'Enry played golf as bells tolled each of their deathly knell!
'Enry got in a spat with the Pope of Rome which resulted in 'is excommunication.
This involved among other things 'is cavalier attitude in matters of domestication!
'E got in a towering snit and formed the Church of England as it is known today.
This 'ad all of not so merrie olde England in an uproar but 'Enry 'ad 'is way!
'Enry ruled with a fist of iron - serfs and gentry as well learned to toe the line!
'E died due to an old jousting wound and 'is fondness for food and wine!
'E was only fifty-five when in Windsor Castle 'e was laid out in repose.
'E was sent on 'is way with great pomp and ceremony as the olde saying goes!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 15 in Deborah Guzzi's "Sista's Bloody Sista's" Contest - October 2010
Dedicate to human rights Mr. Anna Hazare activist that fought for free corrupt Indian society.
this poem is a result of my disappointment.
Inhabitable lineal consanguinity, paraphernalia under the subordination.
A resourceful visible Bond, to colonize the characteristic of vocation.
To command inhabited Living, to obtain Ledger of human grace,
Aristocrat, Barbarian excommunication, excellence of allocation.
Mom says,’ Son’ go and sleep’ rising Sun brings bounded calculation’.
Intensive, restraint viscosity reliance, consciousness of annihilation,
A grain roaster, provocative nobler, a big bundle of convocation.
Bubbling well being blazed meandering futurist contrivance face,
A winnover shabby, recommital mumpish, a rational versification.
A readymade self imposed Leader fatal solubility calcumination.
Mum says,’ Son, ‘go and sleep, optimist opportunist evaluating eternity’.
Mom never says,’ son, ‘go and fight’ recarnation is a mean formality’.
The Demon’s Poet
Wander the Earth
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Immortality his burden
Abandoned and alone.
The Demon’s embrace
Excommunication
His fatal kiss
Tortured to the bone.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
April 21, 2017 (Double Dactyl)
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XIX
IF you pull a long plucky face
Even when I-Ee-You let you have your way
Placed no impediment for the divorce
Let you keep key to backstop exit doorway
You yet keep pulling that long stubborn face
Yes you want out when I want you to stay
House in utter disorder your comeuppance
Mary Queen of Scots no tough Liz will obey
If you keep pulling that long war-weary face
What must I do or say your fears to allay
The fault lies squarely on Henry the VIII's mace
Even Papal Borgias did male heirs coolly lay
Yet you keep pulling that long staunch face
Again and again for you Excommunication I delay
You want both : eat cake while pulling a long face
Even Luther would think twice such customs waylay
So if you must pull a long navel face
Build yourself a Wall right round : call it Isles of May
Expel your Blacks and Asians born with jus soli grace
Turn Old Vic plays into Tower Terror bloody display
© T. Wignesan - Paris, January 17, 2019
Today I watched the children play
in a field across the street
They jumped around chasing butterflies
so innocently sweet
I remember chasing butterflies
on backyard Summer days
fluttering scenes of hopes and dreams
and how it felt to play
But who would teach a child to dream
while winding up a clock
poised to show their time is up
with such alarming shock
Only then to tell them
they were never worthy of
everything they've ever dreamed
and what they learned to love
Imagine the confusion
surely racing through their minds
An excommunication of
the innocent, maligned
thrust into their foreign lands
with little to survive
living through their nightmares
of the dreams they've been denied
D.A.C.A. Americas "Dreamers"
The world awaits our fated stray
will compassion win the day?
Or will we once again display
American values have lost their way?
-Jeannie Minor
© Francis Maugo
Try not to trust my words;
they're lies that I manufacture to
project an ideal life and
persuade you I'm OK.
Try not to believe my words
For I was once enslaved into
Drinking and drugs.
Furthermore, the isolation
I received from my fellow
Teaching staffs, the excommunication
Stigmatization was the order of the day.
Try not to believe the grin you see;
it's a veneer to hide
burning agony, intense disgrace,
sheer despair.
Its the scars i got from the depression
I suffered.
Try not to get tricked by my chuckling;
it is just a reverberation
of empty internal parts, longing
for faculties to return.
Try not to get persuaded by my lucidity and request;
borne in endeavor to
control the disarray
furthermore conciliate the situation unfolding inside.
Try not to be dazed by
The flawlessness I radiate,
The boldness I counterfeit,
The honesty I fake,
The certainty I wear
For I'm broken into pieces
Where lives aliveness,
healthy wholeness,
organically fluid integrity?
Despite trauma
unwanted present irreparable loss
separation
divorce
apartheid
excommunication
impeachment
shunning
incrimination
shaming
bully victimization
suffered also in our past,
personal
and/or vicarious
Now all right feeling
sometimes noticing chronic stress
in a systemic light/dark skinned racist
and homophobic bisexual-erotic
exotic past still felt present
deadening business as loser usual
In competitive CapitalHeaded values
for LeftBrain dominant privilege
monoculturing
monotheistic
monopolistic
purely white bright light
monochromatic
monological
non-ecological
verbal written down HIStory
Not much about woke-up
EarthMother wombed aliveness
with
and for
and of
and from polycultural EarthCreation
fully wholesum
widely pre-cognitive
and deep intuitive integrity,
Potential for win/win nature-spirited compassion,
love for felt trusted Truth,
passion for harmonic uniting Beauty
Inside as outside
inhaled
as neighboring green-leaved
and alively needled trees
exhale empowering,
nurturing,
nutritional enlightenment,
Co-operative Way
co-empathic Truth
and democratically Green
co-passionate wellbeing Life
Read analogically
top left toward bottom right
AND metaphorically
Bottom right felt Life on through
waving Ways
toward wellbeing truthfully cooperative.
The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair
Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.
So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive
"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers
Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication
Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses
Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating
EarthTribe
indigenously sacred regenerations.
She waited
And dimmed
Burning
The setting sun’s a heavy weight
She wallowed
Rotting
Horizon far behind
A heart’s a lover’s lovelorn urn
She endured
Brazen
Tear shaped
Hornets stitched her broken skin
She remembered
Searing
Slow dancing fireflies
Embers sparkling in his eyes
She reached
Frail hands
Chilled stone and bone
Heed hot candle’s shapeless wax
She acquitted
Marauder
Clinical tolerance
High functioning excommunication
She walked
Discerning
A deep cold abyss
To search within and be swallowed
She walked
And waited
And remembered
Ceremonial departure
Faith, a mythical bird of your imagination
Sent by an imaginary friend to defend you
who will only help if you have heaped on adoration
I'm not sharing inside information just a realisation, faith isn't your friend !
did faith cure cancer or stop amputations its very over rated
did it save your relations from cremation and stop the emotional devastation
nope !, faith isn't your friend, It promises to deliver you from damnation ,salvation
yet dare to question and excommunication without no questions
so in summation have nothing to do with faith related observations.
because faith isn't your friend
comp entry 04052016
Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime
was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle
Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind
Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time
Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind
Low attendance due to hassle
Snuffing your fading ember would be too kind
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
What could become relationships
between Matriotic
Whole EarthViews
and unheavenly patriotic
nationalistic worldviews?
Violence
oppression
intolerance
suppression
disrespect
repression
negative first
is last shunned impression,
Lack of compassionate communication,
narratives of excommunication,
unstoried devolution
and restorying revolution experience
Of deep listening
born co-empathically again
before responding
to ego identified
leftbrain labeled
evoked rightbrain universal
non-languaged intuitive feelings
Of needing more
deeper
wider
higher integrity,
co-empathic health
checking for more curiously cooperative wealth
Exchanging values and disvalued positions
for healthy and rewealthed resilient
GoldenRule win/win principles
of global peace work
and con-celebrative
curious
courageous play
Discovering,
recovering EarthHealth Wealth
Without unilateral
elitist
devolutionary
dissociative
anthro-supremacist apartheid
Walls,
Revolutionary Wealth Without
ego-social v eco-hostile
humane cultural v divine climates historical
inclusive political v extractive capital economical
matriarchally spiritual v patrilinear natural
civil creolization v violently colonizing
competitive divestment
bipolarizing Walls.