Best Maligning Poems
“Imagine,” he said, “the magic of pretending,
whether one is in bed or on a mountaintop.
—quote by poet
The rush of wind,
and hush of chimes, between breaths.
Full sun carries
no tune; it tarries, stimulates
my too pale face.
To sail, to sigh; shells on the beach.
I bury my feet
in crush of waves, deceptive suds.
Flood of feelings;
momentum of time displacement.
Floating, glistening.
My eyes confused, maligning sight.
One thing is true:
the rush of wind, the hush of chimes;
and there is more -
the sun does not play lyre; or flute.
quick figurative brush stroke drawn out character sketch
(serendipitous verisimilitude)
i stand in awe
(with mouth agape) at elegiac, fantastic,
and graphic idyllic Kinkade magic
leaving breathlessness from craw
at such artistic talent oozing
spellbindingly, whatever
aforementioned noteworthy craftsman
doth paint or draw,
and chanced to comment
about sad affairs leaving flaw
in regard to questionable business ethics -
where press hee haw
contradicting, maligning, undermining, and jaw
boning sans said late talented mortal
engaging in sketchy traits of south paw
city when contrasted with a dog given gift -
ooh...such rah...rah...rah
when he first appeared on the scene,
where most viewers saw
utmost dynamic, fantastic, and harmonic convergence
displaying such prosaic, rhapsodic,
titanic art show events
hum...and perhaps not surprising
his illicit in dull gents presents stark contrast,
staring hypnotized as imagination invents
experiencing peaceful, restful
and tumblerful joie de vivre espying
honorable mentioned nonpareil oeuvre
that placidly rents
craving to disappear into bucolic landscape whence,
splashed upon canvass,
attempting to bat
presumed "FAKE" rumors aside as nonsense - fat
chance prevailed constituting:
deceitful, immoral, unfaithful sly kat
nocturnal antics, despite scathing attacks
(cut him down to size), niggardly praises spat
out for me, I maintain cult of personality (his)
setting Mac Book Pro wallpaper
with exemplary landscape, either authentic or copy cat.
Come in and rest awhile my friend,
I was hoping you would drop by.
I have long been expecting you,
isn't it weird how time can fly?
Just yesterday, I found myself
wondering when you would get here.
And I'm so sorry to hear folks
are maligning you out of fear.
Amongst all my tribulations,
you are unlike any other.
For you don't pretend to love me,
while you treat me like a brother.
You have been accused of murder,
which is both unfair and untrue.
But people need someone to blame,
forgetting all the good you do.
I'll be with you in a moment,
I'm exhaling my final breath.
And I thank you for your patience,
ok, I'm ready, let's go, Death.
Creation perfectly wrought
designed by God* for mankind
precious gift to tend
with responsible stewardship…
such was magnificent in the beginning
a paradise of wonders.
Paradise
indeed, yet corrupted
as inhabitants
keep on maligning
her elegance of grace-filled beauty ---
now … Mother Earth grievously languishes.
Mother Earth
oh, verily afflicted with men’s exploits
while technology soars
toward progress’ crest
leaving her virgin forests ravaged
against original stature: Nature at its best.
Nature
sighing in desperate disgust
at civilization’s arrogance
along mocking skeptical mirth
never stops to give stern warning
tolerating not abuse to planet, once verily functional.
Planet
offering life
brings earnest admonition
inflicting guilt…to heed, hopeful
we do so, lest in despair
wail for wasted creation.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
June 1, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS(JUN 8)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/8/2021.
Blames and allegations
Conceited self-admiration
Habitual fabrications
Never ending Justifications
Maligning reputations
Backbiting and deceptions
Derogatory manifestations
Avoiding responsibilities, remembering dispensations
Friendships and betrayals
Unjustified humiliations
Killing exasperations
………………………..
This needs proper clarifications
We need moral and ethical upgradation
Focus and proper determination
Instead of shortcuts and distractions
This world is one and we have beautiful relations
Empathising and developing patience
What we are is our creation
Education inspires aspiration
Life is a pledge, we are not on vacation
Race is not just about directions
4/3/2019
The garden was abloom
Life passed in glee
They were close friends
In a happy levity
He never felt that
She had started believing
The whole canvas of his poem
Was her exclusive possession
When he got the morphed photos
Involving him with a little girl
Who was his favourite student
All his peace went into a whirl
No such enemy he could find
As could do the ugly job
With a view to smear his character
And arouse a furious mob
According to cyber detectives
It was a morbid grudge
She was in imagined relationship
Robbed of power to judge
He stopped the investigators
From spilling the beans because
He did not want the blooms
To come to a permanent pause
But for her they were flowers of evil
She kept unleashing her maligning nature
Until the police warned her one day
Elaborating on her dark future
He still wanted to sit with her
Following the denouement
It came about never
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17 August, 2016
Denouement - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Ignorance by the people who were the solid pillars.
Trifling with the emotions of those who love.
Pretentious relations with an ax to grind.
Habitual fabrications involved in maligning reputation
Backbiting and betrayals leading to unjustified humiliations.
People say, stay away from bad people.
They are a bad experience; they pull you back!
Isn’t it true that they are the ones,
Who give us most precious lessons of life!
If we always live in heaven, how would we know what is hell!!
We know education and experience go hand in hand.
To gain experience, somewhere we surely need them!
Listening is far more important than speaking,
It gives us wisdom to analyse and direct our thoughts.
Thinking before an act because every action has a consequence,
Is an essential ingredient of one’s competence.
Ignorance gives us confidence to face the world and strength to manage it all.
Decoding hidden agendas are most essential to hone analytical skills and to take a call.
Emotional games give us good grip on our ever-melting hearts.
Such stupendous learnings make us stand strong and smart.
Yes! They are the best grease for human machine.
They make us cogent and scrupulous; they give us the sheen!
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
pot, one measly *****sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Turn a deaf ear to unnecessary whining
For what we take in can affect our mood
‘Tis better than engaging in maligning,
Never to respond with a comment rude.
Written May 27, 2022
We cannot calm the turbulence in the open sky.
We must bear with its disharmony as it passes us by ~Quote by poet
Tempestuous moods erupt within, a tumultuous severe agitation
Brings forth undulating vibrations, exploding with a pounding pulsation
Retributions unholy, big blue-sky echoes with conflicting resound
When the balefully coarse maligning words mercilessly expound
Somedays gliding my way high through a stream of consciousness
Taken back by the waves soaring low to a destiny that seems endless
My soul, wrenched and wretched, lets loose from my clutching mind
Over the ocean, tempest-tossed above knotty seas less than kind
Excuse if you will my slashing unabiding, dismissive demeanor
Never shall I find where tides gently flow, and grass that is greener
Clashing and clawing through dark gathering clouds are my fate
Exit you my friend from my world and my presence before it’s too late
If we are not,
is this always the opposite of
when we are?
If we are negative,
is this sometimes appositionally
in creative tension with
when we are becoming more positive?
If we are a noticed absence
is this sometimes appositional
to we are not yet fully perceived?
And is this more oppositional
when we are an unnoticed absence?
Defying hostile misperceptions
we need never become known
appreciated
positively regarded
Or a newly observed absence
merely appositional lack of connecting
integrity waiting curiously aware
we are not yet seen
known
regarded
appreciated
cherished
And yet,
or not
still surviving
where and when
we once together thrived
Or still reviving
why
now and then
Earth once healthy thrived
wealth of positively co-relating
co-empathic
co-regarding not retributively just me
as also animatedly spirited
more positively
restoring restorying eco-we
multiculturally natural outside
multigenerational history
of inside trauma
and outside therapy
If I am not
merely the opposite
of who we are becoming
together
more than appositionally apart
Reconnecting egos
oppositionally
defiantly unhealthy
unwealthy
indigenously unwise
anthro-supremacist upstarts
and elder tarts
cuz I can't say old -arts
Here and now
pestering parents
and teachers,
nurses
and preachers:
If we are not feeling
physically sick,
is this merely the EarthTribal opposite
of when Others are thinking
spiritually ill?
Plotting, may not be planning
designing, may not be re-creating
maligning, feels unaligned
threatening, couldn't be encouraging
aggressing, feels spectacularly unkind
regressing, not impressive
dissociating, cause for not reassociating
divesting, feels like lack of co-investment
excommunicating, simply not communicating
colonizing, sounds like a malignant tumor rumor
punishing, seldom is rewarded with compassion
traumatizing, encourages self-stigmatizing
marginalizing, chronic traumatizing
terrorizing, critical drama events
Wandering uneased
wondering if we are anthro-healthy
inside,
is this ever the diseased opposite of
when we are feeling EarthTribe eased
outside?
When I encounter
GoldenRule shadows
of opportunity
to reduce sinister internal and external health risks,
like my bipolar daughter
yelling "IDIOT!" at me
while feeling up the watermelons
at StopNShop
TilYouDrop
Embracing red-faced shadows
feeling a Fool for tolerating such defiantly public abuse,
acclimating to her maligning
would-be terrorist
knife-searching ways
of RightBrain projecting
while transferring oppositional LeftBrain
deep learning competitions
My GoldenRule Shadow
could not easily restore peace
or any sense of equitable,
even barely Win/Lose tolerable,
justice.
GoldenRule therapeutic opportunities
risk considerable co-investment
in deep learning time
for transfer into transporting roleplay
inviting vulnerable transparency
however non-violently inconvenient
while trying to chop and shop off my well-prepared lists,
Shadows suggesting a silent breath for ego-eco re-acclimation
to reconstruct mutual opportunity space
only half inhabited by sinister shadowed
LoseLose risk--
Bully judge others
before they eat you--
Now emerging wealthy WinLose transference
merging with GoldenRule
Shadow WinWin opportunity
for LeftEgo/RightEco co-acclimation:
Play nice,
or this IDIOT
will cook you,
then eat you,
with salt and pepper,
and some spicy catsup.
Yang transferring health power
of GoldenRule breath coming in-
jesting stark terror,
While yin projecting resonant tone
and co-empathic rhythm flows
more nonviolently inviting out
GoldenRuled opportunity again
to prepare our Idiotic dinner
together.
Who so maligns a noble man,
None but his own self tends to stain,
The ash thrown over head,
On one’s own head gets spread,
O indulge in no smear campaign.
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Translation |28.01.2025| wisdom,
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. This verse warns us against maligning others. Doing so reflects on one’s own credibility. If you take a fistful of ash and throw it in air, it would fall on your own head. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Nindaam yah kurute saadhoh,
tathaa svam dooshayati asau |
Khe bhootim yah tyajet uchhaih,
moordhnih tasya eva sah patet ||
If I Could Change the World
If I could,
I’d wave a magic wand and change the world,
Imprison Satan for a thousand years.
I’d mend the evil hurts maligning man.
Give smiles and work together hand in hand.
All would serve one another…no demands.
And live upon the earth without life’s fears.
Then, walk with God and listen to His years.
But, alas,
There is no magic wand for me to wave.
And Satan has grown strong for many days.
His evil schemes connive and sneak inside.
Until God’s righteous ways aren’t recognized.
For now, I’ll seek God’s goodness every day.
And try to help all fellows on life’s way.
Then, pray at night, “God, help me do Thy will.”
Until Eternity,
I’ll listen, to the holy words I read.
Use caution with my words; and do good deeds.
When asked, I’ll help another if I can.
And share a goodly smile throughout the lands.
No matter if the help is big or small.
I’ll pray to God and give each task my all.
And end the day with peace for serving God.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 21, 2010
Poetic form: Rhyme
"You are standing at the crossroads,
So consider your path, your inroads."
"Your ancient ways are obsolete.
These old paths no longer compete."
"Then which path leads to blessing?
You could ask Me, or keep on guessing.
But you'd rather scheme than follow,
And moral blindness leaves you fallow,
Saying, "Everything will be all right!"
When everything is not all right!
"Our evolving wisdom achieves.
"Our evolving morality relieves."
"Your evolving wisdom deceives.
"Your evolving morality grieves."
"Why if I do not follow Your path,
Am I threatened with Your wrath?"
"You cultivate lies in your heart,
And believe it makes you stalwart.
But hardened beyond refining,
Your rebellion becomes maligning.
You continue down this path
Until all that's left is wrath."
"So do not all paths lead to You?
And if not, what is the real issue?"
"Know Me and know this to be true:
I alone control all the paths-
But only My path cures you."