Best Inurbane Poems
I, who always used to gravitate toward health and fitness,
would flatter myself that I was too healthy to ever get a bad disease.
Then it happened! A lump - most inurbane -
had decided to invade one of my breasts.
There was nothing perspicuous about that tumor.
My first whole month consisted of going from one test to another
just to determine if it was malignant.
In my new surreal world, everything seemed to alienate me from normalcy.
Surely, I thought, my body is simply being capricious.
I kept believing that the crazy tumor would be ruled benign.
Surely my worries and my biggest looming fear soon would dissipate.
Then I got the verdict – second stage cancer.
Told it was a less invasive type, I felt a little reassured.
But after surgery, another test revealed I was high risk for it returning.
My condition is far from transitory.
If it lived inside me still, it would attack with vengeance were it to grow.
I did the radiation I was told to do
but turned down the chemotherapy.
The tumor, after all, had been removed.
Through prayer, I believe God guided me
to sources that informed me of other precautions
better for me than chemotherapy.
I can make bad genetics my scapegoat,
along with the weirdness of estrogen, which drove it to my breast.
My body betrayed me, but millions are victims of this disease each year.
For now, I am surviving and doing it wonderfully.
I search for more preventative solutions
through such things as exercise and healthy eating.
Perhaps I mainly get by with support from friends and family
and most certainly, from simply LOVING life
that by God’s grace,
victorious I may remain!
Revised for Julie Rodeheaver's "I'm a Survivor" Contest
I never ever meant to ALIENATE Cruella my mother in law
But her CAPRICIOUS INURBANE manner was really pretty poor
Cruella was PERSPICUOUS in her opinion and she would never listen
I was just her SCAPEGOAT and many times my eyes would glisten
I’d try my best to FLATTER her, I’d comment on her new dress
But if I’m being MALIGNANT she often looked a blinking mess!
Our TRANSITORY seldom meetings were never that much fun
We would DISSIPATE quickly, and out of the door I would run
I would GRAVITATE to the garden to get a little bit of peace
In the end I decided that our rare visits would now have to cease!
FICTIONAL WRITE FOR 10 WORD CONTEST BY JOHN HAMILTON
09~04~16
Any form is acceptable. YOU MUST USE ALL OF THE FOLLOWING 10 WORDS
1. ALIENATE 2. CAPRICIOUS 3. DISSIPATE 4. GRAVITATE 5.FLATTER 6. INURBANE 7. MALIGNANT 8.PERSPICUOUS 9. TRANSITORY 10. SCAPEGOAT
A l i e n a t e me from the mother-in-law,
malignant by nature with many flaws-
“Oh don’t try to flatter me!
You’re inurbane, can’t you see!”
I surely failed getting luck of the draw!
His mother can sure be quite capricious,
and most of the time can be malicious-
“Please gravitate off the earth,
you d i s s i p a t e your own worth…
and your apple pie isn’t delicious!”
I liked her in a transitory way,
until she RUINED my own wedding day-
Tripped me walking down the aisle,
perspicuous! Saw her smile---- :)
as a scapegoat she blamed it on Aunt May!
Ten Word Challenge Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Date Written: September 5, 2016
Amidst the Garden of Gethsemane
to dissipate from the sorrow and pain
Looking up to the heavens in discourse
on bend knees in unspoken recourse
Archangel Chamuel from heaven appeared
giving Him strength and ease as challenge neared
A kiss upon the cheek to flatter Him
in friendship, but gravitate to breach whim
A suffering servant, scapegoat unfurled
meant to die for us, the sins of the world
Alienated ilk malignant growth
transitory moment for lifetime oath
His words are perspicuous, clear, towards
capricious, inurbane souls, not ignored
9/13/2016
Worth A Shot
I didn’t want to alienate the capricious alien who ate
my malignant scapegoat Harry who refused to gravitate
outside to chew my weeds although he did then dissipate
the transitory nature of my fluctuating weight
and though he was perspicuous and often tried to bate
me into argumentative discussions (which I hate)
he sometimes tried to flatter me while I would masticate
the breakfast sausage bought by my inurbane sister Kate.
And now that I’ve used all ten words I think I’ll just tempt fate
and stop, because it’s dinnertime, and this is NOT first-rate!
August 31, 2016
After blissful years together marital conflicts begun,
normal for any marriage but for our daughter no fun.
Our capricious decision, separation was the call,
to alienate my daughter from me, not the deal at all.
Why do you chastise me like a malignant growth,
your own minds inner conflict, you forget our oath.
Pretentious plans of caring for her, your scapegoat,
Your sad behavior and control, about this you gloat.
I will continue to dissipate all this in vain,
to gravitate away from this inflicted pain.
Do you realize how much damage?
you impose on our daughter with your rage.
She pretends not to acknowledge me, to flatter you,
your mothers past on you inflicted is the clue.
Your inurbane manner affects our daughter’s future state,
those many heart breaking days restricted by a physical gate.
Please read the many professionals perspicuous reports about our story,
She needs her daddy, although alienated this is all transitory………........
My daughter loves and needs me, and will get me, the END.
08/30/2016
Oh God! Alienate me from foes, dissipate me from vice,
Gravitate me to righteousness make me noble and wise.
In this malignant world with savage and inurbane minds,
Life has become hostile and peace is hard to find.
Please forgive me, for I may sound capricious sometimes,
I don't know how to flatter or praise You, in my poems.
Give me courage, I am lost like a scapegoat in wilderness,
Transitory is life, bestow me light take away the darkness.
In my perspicuous plea, all I want is sorrows to end,
Show me the right path that leads to you, for me to blend.
1st Place Only - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Sept 15, 2016.
Ten Word Challenge - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Received First Place.
Contest judged on: Sept 17, 2016.
10 WORDS to be used:
1. ALIENATE 2. CAPRICIOUS 3. DISSIPATE 4. GRAVITATE 5.FLATTER 6. INURBANE 7. MALIGNANT 8.PERSPICUOUS 9. TRANSITORY 10. SCAPEGOAT
She is capricious which is why others alienate her
A malignent tumor perspicious to all who
that know her . Her friendships are usually transitory and often dissipate quickly due to
her inurbane demeanour which also causes her
to gravitate towards less than reputable characters. Fooled by their charm they would flatter her and time after time she would be
their scapegoat
I'm an only child and introvert
Im capricious and I'm easily hurt
It's easy for me to dissipate
I alienate and I isolate
I gravitate to the inurbane
They seem to be only ones sane
Although their transitory and indignant
And sometimes downright malignant
As a child I was used as a scapegoat
But I was perspicuous enough to take note
If you call me crafty, you flatter me
You can call me nasty, it doesn't matter to me
August 31, 2016
If there's one thing that is bound to alienate
school chums who to you like to gravitate
it's sudden outbursts of malignant gas
though transitory, take a while to pass.
Capricious friends now call you inurbane
the mood has gone much flatter on the bus,
I tell them all it will soon dissipate,
open a window, stop making a fuss.
Perspicuous is my blame, I make them see
the scapegoat is the boy sat next to me.
31st August 2016
For contest 'Ten word challenge', sponsor John Hamilton
Words included- Alienate, Gravitate, Malignant,Transitory, Capricious,
Inurbane, Flatter, Dissipate, Perspicuous, Scapegoat.
Though perspicuous from your tongue, your inurbane words flatter no one.
With their capricious nature you can't see how they alienate your heart from your mind,
yet your transitory thoughts still gravitate toward malignant ideas
which dissipate in rapid secession with each scapegoat that you find.
08/31/16
Yes, I was inurbane but not from family poor.
Of innumerable malignant deeds you were the doer!
You, urban man, on your knees you came with aim to flatter.
I was no girl capricious though stood in line the next suitor!
All charms you applied to have me towards you gravitate.
In no time you grabbed all my wealth like water to dissipate!
Perspicuous you were in making me, in face of others, the scapegoat.
Many to alienate me; your mocking mistresses, family members who gloat!
But you stupid and ungracious, you may not know this journey with you is transitory.
“Every dog has its day.” I’ve found my true love and soon he will end my sob story!
12/09/16 - 10 lines
Ten words Challenge by John Hamilton
1. ALIENATE 2. CAPRICIOUS 3. DISSIPATE 4. GRAVITATE 5.FLATTER 6. INURBANE 7. MALIGNANT 8.PERSPICUOUS 9. TRANSITORY 10. SCAPEGOAT
Not more than 20 lines.
Judged 17/09/16 - Placed 7
Into wilderness
Into wilderness I wished to get lost
Chose I to alienate myself at any cost
Capricious weather I found far better
Than in your hands harsh treatment I suffer
Inurbane words; your abuse, your curse
Cruel cyclones and tornadoes seem less perverse
I mistook your flatter and fake words for trust
But your malignant actions revealed distrust
Scapegoat you made me for all your malice
Venom of guile and hate dissipate from your life’s chalice
My transitory life craved for love eternal
But you etched episodes of pain in my life’s journal
I choose not to be a silent bud but a flower perspicuous
To gravitate sublime sunshine dismantling maze conspicuous
date: 17th september 2016
Such a pain it is to know not what feels—
Once this ruined heart knew how to gravitate.
But beauty’s malignant: it plots and it steals,
So damned unconcerned to alienate.
Don’t flatter yourself, don’t be inurbane!
Don’t pretend there’s a scapegoat to slaughter.
If my love was a sin, my presence a stain,
Then my own soul must cause me to totter.
Must I learn to adapt and live as you do—
To dissipate all but selfish design?
Should I feign to forget that life is untrue,
When transitory loves pierce me like a tine?
So capricious, the ones who know how to play.
Perspicuous, yet they have nothing to say.
7 September 2016
Written for “Ten Word Challenge” Poetry Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
When I was younger, I was impulsive and unpredictable,
capricious and fanciful and whimsical;
and HE was charming- would flatter me with compliments,
giving praise, attention, he was a real sweet talker.
I fell for him, each day sinking down lower and lower,
I would gravitate to him- alienate friends;
but soon the cajoling turned to inurbane, malignant words,
my love for him was transitory, soon to dissipate.
He became rude and vulgar, perspicuous and transparent,
this obsessive love- unhealthy and painful;
I felt like a fool, a doormat, a scapegoat, a weak victim,
now my heart is careful and not easily charmed.
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August 31, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Impulsive Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-860-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Ten Word Challenge
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place