Best Intolerable Poems
I cannot tolerate the ones with haloed head
Who boast of their achievements, put on an act instead.
I cannot tolerate the perfect, always right
Who claim to love their neighbour omitting black or white.
I cannot tolerate the ones who share your pack
Pretending to be helpful then stab you in the back.
I cannot tolerate the friends who pick your brain
Intent on infiltration determined to make gain.
I cannot tolerate the types who wish you well
They swear to loyal virtue, but then they kiss and tell.
I cannot tolerate the false and double-faced
They are the parasitic, their tongue with poison laced.
I cannot tolerate the guys who look for fights
They cause much harm while pleading the law to back their rights.
I cannot tolerate the tempters with their faith
They are the instigators, the ones who love to hate.*
They cannot tolerate my face, but I’m alright
My aim is to expose them, oppose with all my might.
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* Here I am referring to those who commit crimes and injustices in
the name of religion.
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16th June 2014
Contest: Tolerance
Sponsor Freddie Vee
Completely consumed by the sound
of my screaming,
I keep hoping to wake up from this
nightmare I'm dreaming.
Crazy thoughts run through my mind,
visions of the possessions I never can
find.
I lie awake at night with tears in my
eyes,
trying to get over a life full of lies.
I find myself wanting to fix things that
aren't even broken,
and every word I speak has already
been spoken.
I don't understand how I got lost for
so long,
I was looking for the other side but I
guess it was gone.
I tried to eliminate the illusion that
you put in my brain,
but in the end I'm still the one dealing
with the pain.
My soul cries out from deep down
inside,
It's getting tired of denying these
thoughts of suicide.
I feel like my life doesn't make sense,
and it's caused by my own intolerable
ignorance.
The scorching sunbeams
Envelop this atmosphere
In no time, for sure,
As if Nature is about
To blow her bugle of war.
Is it a virtue
of legal, or just plain logical, process
to tolerate the morally intolerable?
Regardless of therapeutic opportunities to communicate dissent,
loud and clearly vocalized
articulate and explicit resistance.
Is it an immoral act
to participate in the Win/Lose market for climate pathology
if you could not know whether you are recast as oil-baron predator
or as a life-long perpetual child
praying for matriarchal cover?
Is it a corrosive vice
to tolerate the intolerable?
To settle for only Win/Lose options
in a ZeroSum stingy world.
Do I tolerate, even celebrate,
most everybody except those who are intolerant?
Why does feeding openness
to tolerating change
feel so risky?
Alarming past critical events
confronting disloyal oppositions
fade into memories of chronic dis-associations
against those also intolerant in diverse ways.
Am I a good person
if my most celebrated values advocating diversity,
and my more internal integrity of voices valued
and heard,
and cared for
feel like fragment fading shreds
of intolerable wonder and awe?
Why is your here and now intolerance,
my fearful-future intolerance,
against accepting invitations to mutually stretch tolerance?
Now invested in building apartheid-trusting walls
rather than win/win interdependent webs.
Why is my self-righteous intolerance
fair,
just?
Yet your fears and terrors,
impatience and suffering,
intolerable neglect
of win/win mindful opportunities
are not OK,
not healthy democratic enough,
too elitist,
too explicitly ignorant
of implicit win/win hope,
remain at least non-lose/lose communication,
verbal and non-verbal,
Still open to becoming more virtuously,
and legally,
tolerable.
Why is it that people drag out their tasks needlessly?
Taking hours to accomplish something that could be
done in minutes?
Gallavanting and having fun has become more important
than getting their chores done,
There is no sense of urgency in their service,
They'd rather have a good time at the expense
of their customers' bliss,
Is it immaturity or ignorance?
When customers are at their
wits' end it never spreads good publicity,
Perhaps those in public service just don't care
whether or not they enhance the effectiveness
of their businesses,
They'd rather get on by spending their hours
in giddiness.......
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the end of love-”
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ with visitors, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ childlessness is ending. Love
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ over,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ adopted: she ¦¦¦ a month ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ (perhaps) many ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
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¦¦¦¦¦¦ another Henry, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ to ¦¦¦ pal.
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ somewhere.
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ flicks & ¦¦¦ single flick
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