Best Ills Poems
Ask Not Why You Reap Such Ills
Like a tight jar your fate rests sealed
Life strains under its heavy goals.
After death, truth's light is revealed
Lying lips are kissed by burning coals.
Loud roars cry out life is so unfair
Beg pay for merely knowing your name.
You play, wandering around with no care
Ignoring follies and your great shame.
You walk along a dark, forbidden path
With cold fingers jammed in your ears.
Cry about hard times and imagined wrath
Run from shadows and your greatest fears.
Blue dark day may wait for your descent.
You reap ill because you did not repent!
Robert J. Lindley
1986
CRASE MEN
They are hiding their crase
Democracy it is
But it's not demonstrated
Their crase in obscurity
Pretentious crase men
Dwelling in gigantic villa
Their violent color Agbada
Picking money from the flaws
The masses they prey on
Our needs they scatter for
The people they stranded for
Their hobby is to lobby
They buy us electional movies
They are unpredictable
Make us watch vulnerable movies by crase men
Here we are
Looking like the real crase men
They are dangerous
If you see a crase man
Run!
©Kporho Vwede Daniel
(A.k.a General Ali Official)
A creature lurks with a formidable eye
using bright color as a disguise
the sting of the fire breathing mastadon
seals the fate of a life gone wrong
Demonic pleasures to be obtained
through taboo-stricken means
and the real scheme being
there's such pleasure to be gained
Larger doses surrender you faster
numb and quell, but quickley to pass
spinning the charms of cursed masters
who seldom watch the hourglass
The excitement woos, enticing your will
now duped, you believe the feeling is real
black widows with venom bring darkness near
into the solemn night, no soft voices here
Intoxication weave's it's heavy glow
as you slither away with no one in tow
going...going...a long way to go,
trapped in time's disturbing woe
under the midnight mural
Karen anglesey 12/22/02
Can I be any different from the dragon,
Can I be more precious that the dinosaur,
Some say it warms me,
Some say it flavours adorn me,
Some say it savours my body senses,
Hey! i smoke,am distinct,
At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct,
A moving tombstone,
Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket,
A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on,
Your lungs,
So long,
Your creator prolongs,
Heal thy soul stop smoking,
Smoke in any form kills.
Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.
Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.
Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.
Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.
Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!
While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved;
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.
Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent,
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.
Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light;
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and insignificant...it's a virtue which diminishes their pride.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Athletes jog on Victory Field,
I join them to test my endurance,
but underneath the bleachers kids smoke weed;
are these the bright young men of our future,
who will be the backbone of our Nation?
Drivers converse on cell phone,
paying no attention on the road,
the traffic light suddenly turns red,
a crush occurs, many people are hurt;
a life will be lost for an unnecessary call.
Prices rise drastically,
but the salary remains the same,
folks struggle to buy food,
many go to bed hungry;
why is there such a disparity?
Faithful are deserting churches;
is faith dawning or pedophiles is the factor?
Pope Benedict XVI pleads vehemently;
why become priest, if one is pervert,
and be condemned by God, the Omnipotent?
Children are raised by a gay couple,
two males or females, trying to be
fathers and mothers without having morals,
why have they allowed this in our age...
when the bad influence will affect their brains?
Smoking cigarettes causes many diseases,
people die by the thousands in cramped hospital rooms,
don't they know or read the warnings before inhaling?
They think it's cool for them, not for the unsophisticated,
and without guilt they drag others to an excruciating death.
Wake up, society and clean up your act;
if abusing your body is made by choice,
what about giving up all these bad habits that are extremely harmful,
and spare yourself a lot of useless suffering, and what's the glory in dying?
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Pills for all ills
Here are my bottles filled with pills
Which doctors claim can cure all ills
Amoxicillin for ear, nose and throat
They've never worked for me
So they don't get my vote
Mirtazapine to keep me calm
Works better than a herbal balm
Ramipril for high blood pressure
Taken each morning in five milligram measure
Cod Liver Oil capsules to loosen up limbs
It's a thing of the past me going to gym's
Codeine for muscle pain taken each night
Restless Leg Syndrome, a terrible plight
Remembering to take them all is a constant battle
If I take anymore I will surely rattle
The companionable ills, short heavy breaths
with which I force the wind into my blood,
chill and whisper- that I am not 'complete',
that my youth has 'run dry', and yet this poison lets
me the world unfolding with unforeseeable possibilities:
the jut skulls of mountains, fields of ripening wheat,
ubiquity rising like a dove above the landscape
and thundering down along the troubled feet of the city,
I am at home with my lonely sorrow.
Oh God, forgiver of all ills,
To thee we lift one voice;
Through thee, our reason is instilled,
Our wills, granted free choice.
Upon the cross on Calvary,
Thy only Son forgave
The errors of humanity;
Our weakened souls, he saved.
Thy justice is all-merciful,
Rewarding self-control,
Then sparing tortures that befall
The sloth of weak, impassioned souls.
Thy heavens turn in symmetry,
To follow thy design,
The world obeys the Almighty,
For all power is thine.
Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
albeit beastie boy
figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,
countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she facilitated emotional airflow
i.e. Stephanie Dodds,
(sat straight as an arrow)
whereat this client purged, avow
hid lee, his psycho
logical reflux backflow
(Matthew Scott Harris) did crow
as said professionally trained
medicine woman actively listened,
(no doubt other male patients
similar to yours truly entertained
(alignment with see
thing hormonal concurrence,
where ego super vies iz
Id dee hot - hook line, and sinker
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
who sired, midwifed, and fathered
psychoanalytic theories)
sexual kindled fantasies,
viz being bedfellow
this soul, hood doth not bellow,
but keeps mum
(during my allotted time),
yet willingly shares
with utter strangers
intimate gal olive
hunt ting fantasy,
that doth beshadow
obviously no intent to breach
such prurient thoughts, bestow
foolscap upon mine noggin,
and most definitely blow
future appointments
with aesthetically pleasing
(tomb maa cryptic) bowwow
wing hot diggity
dog inner primate, perhaps,
and not surprisingly get brow
beaten, where dire
erect tor of facility
wilt hell me
"go take a hike to
penile solitary bungalow,"
where all manner of
libidinous desires wanna burrow
(where warren peace
can thrive hare and now),
on par with rabbit - burr reader,
which confinement would
not principally peter out
till dawning transgression vetted,
and avered final cockrow
trumpeted, norte - til last cornrow
reaped, hence unable
to thwart counterblow
permanently, doth nada
different she hate
lustful zeal from eye
dims sum – genital fateful dayglow,
thence high lee
grant ting deathblow
to testosterone laden satiety,
randy proclivity, and
concupiscent adoration from
combine nation of #endow
ments to ghost of - Grant
yule leases eyebrow
raising candy cane upon fallow
da weeder foreshadow
wing sowing field of poetically
wet dreams plying fecund,
feminine, and fertile ground
godaddy on his gangplow.
Past behavior predicts future insanity
Child lost in ills of society
Driven past attention disorders
Family lacks law & order
Her right arm, left to the dark
Deep down, heart torn apart
Longing for parental love
Daddy gotta make da money baby
Stand steady
Attention in the form of money
Mommy ain’t ready
To sacrifise time for young Katy
“Kids cannot teach kids how to live”
So dear parent
Before your child takes preference
To nude dances, alcohol ,
Drug abuse, cause u left her unattended,
Give thought to what is important,
“kids cannot teach kids how to live”
So please don’t let your child
Get lost in social ills.
These pills I now take,
in my advanced age.
Are the Ills I've committed,
when I laughed at the game.
If I knew back then,
what i know today.
I would be a billionaire,
But it doesn't work that way.
H.Elless
Total Rogue.
The gulf oil spill… drilled from the depth of ills
A battle between money and men, power and perils
A quest to depopulate the world by the New World Order
A sect storming every sphere of our seas with oil disorder
The continuous extraction of oil and fossil fuel
Has turned our plain paradise to a haughty hell
What greed has done, heaven needs to measure
For with tears and torment they trade our treasure
Oil spill puts creatures of colors on slippery slope
Where thorns and thistles thrives… we can’t cope
With the woes and wants that tilts our treasured terrains
In the wake of Katrina, Rita and Wilma: hot hurricanes
Fishing and farming, shipping and shrimping…slipping,
While the cruel cabals are camping, cutting and clapping
Destroying the heirs and health of our environment
To get wares and wealth, without care and contentment
Are we at the mercy of these elites… illuminati
Who foil the trials and toils of our laden literati?
But for blocking decisive data and discoveries
We might now be using free energy devices
We crave a complete clean up of the Gulf oil spill
The galactic gear may take us to that healthy hill,
Our faith and future lies in a patriotic energy policy
Let rid this wailing world of this curse and conspiracy
santa claws the
'good' from bad
then...
fills 'their' socks
each with needs
and...
dr. phil portrays
xmas every day
gifting...
new socks filled
with elves gifts
from...
his doctor lawyer
police and secret
friends...
gift you socks that
hold you upright when
...
hmmm....hello....to shorten this....dr. fills soap opera cleans the
negative-at-tea of inter-personal reflections...
stan sand
PARENTAL ILLS
Fresh fallacy fall flat
Betwixt blenched beaux
Oldies goldies, modern crime
Lacerated denims, newish culture
Conventional crews, forgotten taws
Dearie draws near, dressed chamber
Old tent, increasing wails
Baggy laps, incessant sounds
Daunted, flabbergasted grips
Pleasurable, gratifying tips
Floppy fathers left in tears
Flooey spinsters drown in cheers
Riotous gays, the curse of the pap
Garbled kins seek for help
The volcanic melt
Of the ancestor’s heart
The rhythmic palpitations
Of the reticent gents
Shrank shanks, belittled tragedies
Neglected nuggets, seed for malevolence
The ancient error of complacency
The ignorant digression of antiquity
The polluted cultivation of time past
Now drives our life apart
Children left in decadence
Immature breeds ignored for self-indulgence
Now we howl like a famished wolf
Who will hear and not mock our woof?
The corrupt past camaraderie
Of our medieval papas
Made our lassies today eerie
And our blessed lads treacherous
Our face now soaked up in sullenness
Grumpiness hungrily eat us up
Our heart fiercely harbored in turbulence
The sweet wine of malevolence fill our cup
Thirsty, we refused our threshed vine
Who will drink if not us? Who will?
We’re left drained with clumsy spine
Passive courage, dilacerated will
We prayed but who cares?
We supplicated but who cares?