Best Malfeasance Poems
Therein lies your beauty
testify to me no longer
of dandelions and daffodils
of butterflies and bumblebees
do not chant as crows
beyond sight scatter
then gather
in frigid naked trees
diseased with
discord
disaffection
malfeasance.
The recompense for
transgressions
lays waste to beauty’s cache
of finery
of magnificence
of splendor
do not disgorge sorrows
breathlessly
from your heaving chest
that conclave of muted
dreams vague and dreary
do not yearn
for lovely things
that
evade you
elude you
avoid you.
Talk then of
gnarled paths
overgrown with weeds
and thick brush
and rotting moss
sing soft melancholies
into indifferent airs
scatter
your tributes breathlessly
entreat this soul
to yearn ache desire
for hues of sustenance
those colors
those images
those portraits
of secret truth
lying in wait
for the impact
of despair
dismay
distress.
Therein lies your beauty
your truth
and your essence
yet do not brave
the chasm for
it is conquered
it is besieged
it is occupied
by forlorn sages
aching to know
what chance their hopes had
from casting dreams
and illusions
and secrets
undetected
into blackened pools
of wonder.
Even dread Beelzebub
hot with rage
blindly jealous
with furious hatred
ravenous for vengeance
who rose from putrid ashes
who rose from rancid death
who rose from deadly hell
fiercely intent on doom
is but feeble
and infirm
for scarcely could he
barely could he
set ablaze
reign terror
wreak havoc
on one tenth of
the thousand worlds
within this volatile
and eremitic imagination.
(click the pic for Angst & Anger)
The Caricature
You like to label it as a nefarious empire
brought to power by an unpropitious circumstance
paint a picture of evil and malfeasance
blood soaked canvas is the final image
mass murderers, the greatest genocide
no good they have done, just vile and hate
inspired by the dynamism of the leader
black and white, no shades of gray
just a rancorous order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of misery
black or white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, cartoon villain
black and white, no shades of gray
from what I have seen, not as heinous as they say
from elimination of unemployment
to the strength through joy program
workers rights protected by a benevolent union
clean streets and nonexistent crime
pride in Fatherland at an all time high
health and prosperity never before seen
a million strong salute at the Nuremberg rallies
black and white, no shades of gray
tyrannical order
the caricature, of evil
the caricature, of the maleficent
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, just swallow what they say
the caricature, what Hollywood portrays
black and white, no shades of gray
You talk of atrocities and monstrous acts
but for once lets exam the facts
ever question if the victor lacked on an ethical standpoint?
ever committed presumptuous acts that are odious?
Examining rudiment facts, they had death camps
where the Soviets murdered 28 million in Gulags
innocents witnessed terror raids night after night
where The Royal Air Force murdered 300,000 in Dresden
so I ask who is really the hero and who is the Villain?
Black and white, no shades of gray
the caricature, portrait of infamy
the caricature, video game mad men,
black and white, no shades of gray
don't ask, swallow what they say
the caricature, almighty evil
black and white, no shades of gray
they say don't question the official history
yet I want to know why they ensconce the truth
why do they fear us finding out what really happened?
It seems we have a dichotomy between fact and fiction
suppression of truth
history written by the victors
villainize the losers
gain their sympathy
money for your industry
spread the big lie
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled
Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’
And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep
Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow following, causing their havoc
Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’
I unleash the Hounds of Hell, in silence do I watch
Devoutly do they search - for souls they will debauch
Hounds of Hell cause someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes await the soul they’ll bring from YOU!
Welcome to the Motown Motor City,
asphalt carpet ghetto grind
Automated fated urban living,
everyday inner-city surviving
Hard mean streets handing out no pity,
sharpens perceptive razor minds
Last stop underground freedom giving,
all-day Exodus gospel arriving
Factory-built hearts living manufactured dreams
Black Bottom be a lowly place to start,
Paradise Valley is a forgotten vision now a-rising
Assembly line tough, steel mental parts
Perseverance is Detroit revival defined,
no assembly required
Citizens report any municipal malfeasance
Just another urban spiritual capital gain,
congregation assembly required
Motown cars moving on a heavenly transport train
But you must be counted in attendance thereof,
to know the love song we were singing
God helped us to overcome every paved obstacle
I used to dream of Frankenstein
When certain of some future glitch,
Now Donald Trump is Valentine
Of House’s Paul and Senate’s Mitch.
Yes, Trump is monster in this farce
Paul crazy-science, Mitch Igor,
The humor good though logic’s sparse,
Bombastic lies that fools adore.
Trump charges others with his crimes,
First charge makes echo sound remiss,
You sigh and blame it on the “Times”
Until he fondles what’s not “hiss.”
Yelled “Crooked Hill” till he was hoarse,
But still can’t make the charges stick
Has yet to share all incomes source,
He promised both, is Trump just “Dick?”(1)
Foundation that the Clintons formed,
With no malfeasance, quid pro quo,
The Trump foundation we’re informed
Thinks “Charity” just word you know.
Trump promised he’d pay for campaign,
So he’d be free of other’s sin...
Loaned funds instead, slight chance of pain
“Repaid” himself as “gifts” came in.
Can no one beat them at their game?
Or slow them as they stack the deck,
By cheating on Obama’s claim,
They plot the constitution’s wreck.
Where’s leadership to sooth and heal
Divided Nation held in thrall?
New leaders seek just to repeal,
The egotist, Neanderthal.
Now nepotism goes unchecked,
Can rich really restrain the rich?
Poor Tsar become our architect.
Whose head shares hole with ostrich.
You voted for him, now pay price,
Can coup be all that far away?
Your children’s lives the sacrifice,
Until then have a happy day!
Brian Johnston
January 10, 2017
A Poet’s Note:
(1) Another criminal politician like Richard Nixon?
If you think that God’s temple’s a building
Then you’ve swallowed a boat load of crap,
If you think that man’s works are what saves him,
You are dreaming! Wake up from your nap!
If you think the Bible you’ve mastered
You are trapped in a Satanic dream
If you think your church is the ”Right One”
Then most likely your pride is extreme.
For the Christ is stone builder’s rejected
And if you’d like to know where to stand
If you’re longing to feel you’re connected
You’ll be safer if you build on sand.
For Christ’s way simply can’t be a temple
That is built to the glory of priesthood
That’s an anti-Christ living example
Of a pablum fed life still in childhood.
What you think Bible says is not God’s Word
But a good way to learn is to teach
And it’s true we’re instructed to witness
It’s you too that God’s hoping to reach.
For malfeasance exposed is a blessing
That can humble a heart made of stone
Bring a new attitude toward your brothers
More in keeping with one of God’s own.
The more certain you are that you’ve found truth
The more distant from God’s Word you are,
If your goal is to truly be servant,
Best avoid baby food found in jar.
For God’s Word is not aid for digestion
Its intention is stretching the soul
And can often lead some to discomfort,
For His teaching’s not just to console.
Our God’s goal is to further His Kingdom
And His joy to use you if He can
But there’s nothing in His plan that’s random
You must give up truth centered on man.
So surrender your heart to your brother
Even if he should hate you and more,
And be cautious as well not to smother,
Those who show you what you’re looking for.
Brian Johnston
Sept 5, 2015
Unquotable quotes: Nurses – XIX
A nurse well-dressed is a nurse well-thought of, even if she administers the coup de grace.
Prick a nurse and she’ll pamper you; pamper a nurse and she’ll prick you.
Displease a nurse and no doctor can save you.
Report a nurse’s malfeasance and you’ll find yourself on a stretcher at the morgue’s entrance. (This is from personal experience.)
A nurse a night can make a patient feel much better over-night –
since the bed is paid for already for the price.
Always address a nurse as “doctor”; she’ll not think you need a doctor.
Always make it a policy of hoarding the presents you receive on your hospital bed; the nurse will almost certainly help you lighten the load.
To relieve the back psychological itch, always ask the nurse to scratch your back facing you.
When the nurse is absent from the ward, so is the ward doctor.
Always ask the nurse how she spells her first and last names while pretending to write on a pad; you’re bound to raise her hopes about the contents of your last will and testament.
Always remove the ring on your third finger whenever a nurse enters your room.
In the presence of the nurse, always remark aloud how the nurse’s uniform fits her Brigitte Bardot form.
Never fail to attribute the low humming and buzzing sounds emanating from nurses around hospital beds to Maria Callas.
Whenever a nurse approaches your bed, just whistle: “Jeepers, Creepers, Where d’ya get those eyes?”
Must the percentage of patients dying in hospitals always stay the same when nurses go on strike?
Marry a nurse and become an eternal patient.
A nurse in need calls a Hemingway to arms.
A nurse in bed raises the Dead.
Nurse a nurse and you’ll always be fed…..up!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
While jurisprudence illustrates through brief,
the bureaucrat stands verbal in reply.
To pillage righteous freedoms like a thief,
he fans malfeasance tethered to a lie.
Incitement is the weaponry of choice
for inspiration fanning despot flames,
autocracy inflects within the voice
to emphasize the fabricated claims.
When treachery lies hidden in pursuit
of public trust or monetary gain,
a blind belief leaves reason in dispute
to dispossess such mutinous disdain.
Beware the quisling, quick in repartee,
with flouted oaths that lend to vagrant creed,
for in their wake, the demagogue will plea
constituents were partners in the deed.
Is not a vote the voice behind the lead,
is not a gathered flock thy shepherd’s keep?
For voices served are culpable in deed,
and what they cultivate so shall they reap.
Though, but a bit more goodness lights
the night than evil bids to dim the human heart,
morality must lean into this fight
if e’er to let benevolence impart.
We agonize in defeats, but thrill over the games we've WON.
There's a time and season for every purpose under the SUN.
May we not allow our personal purposes to go UNDONE.
The time is approaching when God will determine the SUM.
Of times and seasons, may there be no pleads of IGNORANCE.
Everyone will be accountable, and there will be no NDIFERENCE.
This is the time, the season, whereby knowledge has INCREASED.
At the end in Noah's day, everyone was forced to end the FEAST.
There is a grieving time to be ill; and a happy time to be HEALED;
There were times we spent and spent; now it's time to pay the BILLS.
In such times as these, mysteries and revelations are to be REVEALED.
Leaders must surround themselves with those who can open the SEALS.
Seasons often have no reason for their malfeasance, and their lyrics do not always RHYME. But there must be a time to understand the TIMES.
King Xerxes and King David, both had and utilized men who understood the times*. Their understandings allowed them to give the right and proper advice to their KING. Sometimes the words of the wise were challenging, often threatening, and seldom did they cause anyone to SING.
Those Golden Seals, so desperately needed in our time, are aligned with the times like seeds awaiting to germinate. We have a date with destiny; the hour is late, but let us seek to understand the times and never cease to pray.
062721PSCtest, A Brian Strand Rime Poetry Contest, Brian Strand
*1 Chron. 12:32; Est. 1:13
Gratitude attitude grow
Peacock attitude away throw
Though temptations line up in a row
Pointless, heartless any soul you to hurt
Under no circumstances invective blurt
Because so doing grows you curt
Achieving trinkets, reaping limpets
As you blow trivial trumpets
Deriding, riding, restless strumpets
In your city where contempt
Fashionable in an objectional attempt
To parade low grade hair unkempt
For aeons under neon lights
Illuminating prudish, brutish fights
Meant to ignore the snore of plights
Street kids endure under the watch
You observe at close quarters to catch
Miscreants and recidivists who latch
Onto corruption
To catalyze the eruption
So blatantly witnessed in the disruption
Probity suffers as wafers
Vanish into thin air when quaffers
Poke fun at a senile souse who suffers
Ravages of loneliness
You regret in the context of silliness
Egrets and open secrets endure as holiness
Suffers its biggest reverse
To learn men of the collar deemed so averse
To child molestation in vows so diverse
Embarrass your church
Leaving doubting Thomases in the lurch
As for meaning and direction they search
Wondering if hypocrisy in this crisis
Should call and recall paralysis
To promote or demote dialysis
As a cure for the malaise
Believers suffer in the craze
That undermines set standards in a maze
In which a plethora of anguish
You bear as you strive to distinguish
Reality from fiction. Your faith don’t extinguish
Or else you throw baby together with bath water
In the church and in your quarter
To deny you opportunities for malfeasance to alter.
Sat in silence
Ill malfeasance
Lingering softly
Eerily' aloft he
Never did know
Carefree and slow
Eerie always lasts
Evanescenced ephemerally
Never fitting inwardly
Died today
So please pray
~The silence engulfed another victim, in the forest the tree heard him fall.
Boston Legal raises jurisprudence burdens of proof to a more realistic level
Observant fans of Bergen, Shatner, Spader, David Kelley could be seen as rebels,
Savoring games of assault and battery on real life large and small actualities
Testifying every act negligent or malfeasance and trivial grotesque fatalities.
Opinionated obscure minds, open up objectionable hearts and bankrupt eyes
Negligently embracing the politicians easily spoken but perjured lies.
Larceny lessons from history's changing more lenient laws is unmistaken
Evidentiary episodes expunge the human condition without real exoneration.
Guilty grievances gain feelings of raw emotional desire for monetary recovery
Arresting allegations appealing callous affidavits of due process inspired discovery
Legal litigations of ridiculous actions sequester every man's cross examination.
For - Your Favorite Habit-Forming TV Show - poetry contest
Thank you David E, Kelley- creator of shows like Ally McBeal and Boston Legal. you stinker.
Not content with just penurious loaves
Wretched pauper for richer diet strove
Seeking treasure from a wealthier trove
Delicate crumbs from hearty stoves;
Pungent fruit from well-stocked groves
Poached sustenance frail body did gladly receive
Yet of better fare covetous mind did conceive
Then with guile from gullible hearts lucrative profits deceive
'Til stitched threads a fine, seamless tapestry did weave
O'er time malfeasance with cankering anger did twain
With licentious craft bartered for wanton gain
Still, embittered spirit did all the world ruefully disdain
Tethered to earthly mammon; eternal soul did enchain
Moral, be content with the goods you have
A shriveled piece of bread better than a poached calf
With tendered tissue your festering wants salve
Lest infectious greed spread to heart's valve
Urgent Tea Party
Mrs. Jet sent out the invitations in a fever and a heat
Envelops sealed with royal wax and stamps she licked herself
The tea would be at Meadow Marsh Retreat two weeks from now
Appropriate attire is required for all attending this event
Pleated blouse and sleeves for women, tux and tie for men
“No extraneous unknown entities will be permitted
No other friends, family, dogs, or fish will be let in”
Attendees are sworn to secrecy
It must be something serious! It must be something dire!
Mrs. Jet intimated in her letter with some guile
In her subtle way by way of content details; “Oolong Da-Hong Pao and Dragon
Well Bud Tea will be prepared”, she wrote
These teas are only served in emergencies, as we all know
This must be something grandiose indeed
Two weeks later to the minute
Mrs. Jet and company sat under the ulmus trees at Meadow Marsh
Sipping the lovely teas when she stood up to make remarks
Welcome one and all to this Urgent Meeting on this urgent matter.
My credit score is perfect every time
I’m about to lose my mind
3 weeks ago my credit report was due
It was released but to who?
Perhaps they forgot to mail it
I fear it must be lost or stolen
The perpetrator of this malfeasance must be jailed
The TV says my credit score is needed
It must be repeated daily
Mrs. Jet set out to make this point
Without a credit report and score, what’s the use of going on?
Many of the honored guests were equally offended and annoyed
Some gasped. Some even fainted.
Who would take your credit score?!
One man interjected as he roared
This means war!
the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they
came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation
from thee oar ridge in hull.
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along the atlantic, bruitted by cavalier indiscriminate jerry rigged
salient seaboard; adequately buffered, coccooned domicile, eman
cipated from gobstopping hectors, insulated joyfully, kept lodged
within this singular one bedroom apartment (courtesy sans subsi
dized housing facility named highland manor apartments); acqui
escence concerning everyday generalities harbors illustrious kick
starting mindfulness; oasis offering outlier pad; partitioned pathe
tic quintessential respite spans the vast webbed wild world; yoyoing
between deathly diabolical forces gripping heinous heavyhandedness,
imperiling, jettisoning kindled linkedin lumpenproletariat, malfeasance
masquerading mockery monger muckrakers - namely narcissistically,
nee nefariously, odious, pernicious quotidian rapacious treasonous
ugly viciously xenophobic yikyaking zealots; augments bittnerness,
cravenness, depravity, encourages fragmented government, highjin
xing investment; joint kindness kombats lambasting liberal minded
nattering netizens, obliging ogres poisoning, pollutanting; putrification
quality qualm queasy; quintessential rampant, re: reckless reigning
rogue ruination, sanity sapped, senselessness sic smiling spoiliation
stance swindled; tabloid tacitly tendered thru timbered torqued tutelage;
unfettered usurpation violates voices, vultures willingly wring xing
yawping zest axed; before catastrophe dedicated earthlings forced
gallantly; harmonizing heft, holstering, hoping, humanizing instant
aneous juice kegs liquidate manicical Messerschmitt motoring mow
ing natural nemesis; nickleback nincompoops, nodding nonstop op
pressing peoples pinterest, quashing rift righteousness relinguished,
sacred sangfroid sapped slowly, totalitarianism trotted tubby universal
vested worsted xfrayed yarn.