Best Malignity Poems
College students today are a professor's worst nightmare
They come to class late, with ripped jeans and purple hair
Without a word of apology for interrupting what's going on
They proceed to bury their heads in their infernal smartphones
Texting and tweeting and checking out Facebook
They don't give a soul in the room so much as a look
While if asked to participate in an activity or discussion
They grumble under their breath and commence a-cussin'
As far as breaks go, if they're given fifteen minutes
The classroom's still empty after thirty; no one'll be in it
They regard homework assignments as affronts to their dignity
A test or an exam --- Why, that's a cancerous malignity
These arrogant airheads of asininity
Shout down those not of their affinity
But come the end of every semester
They all expect "A's" for their sanguininity
December 16, 2018
Entry in "Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: John Lawless
Humanity is My Biggest LOVE
in 3 languages
Philosophy of Humanity
Humanity is a big Ability
Ability of Society
Ability of Bounty
Humanity is a Sensibility
Sensibility of Generosity
Sensibility of Charity
Humanity is Affinity
Affinity of Quality
Affinity of Reality
Humanity is a Liberality
Liberality of Party
Liberality of Spirtuality
Humanity is a Unity
Unity of Amity
Unity of Cordiality
Humanity is a Legality
Legality of Civility
Legality of Community
So
Salute to Humanity
No brutality
No inhumanity
No malignity
No illiberaty
No racism
No disrespect
Then
Only Humanity
Only HUMAN RIGHT
Thanks
Poem Structure: in My own way
for first timein English
By Mohammed Golshani niya
Poet of Humanity
Let we rejoice the
creamy event
tomorrow,
And to say Eid
Mubrak with no
sorrow,
Remember to greet,
tweet and read,
Your inbox full of
bakra Eid,
To shake our hands
with benignity,
To quash the hatreds
of malignity,
This Eid brings the
message of
brotherhood and
humanity,
With divine
blessings and
bestowment of
sodality,
Wish you mirth, wish
you Joys,
Happy Bakra Eid with
highs.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Patriotic Americans are disgusted with Trump news every morn,
all shaking their heads in disbelief at the prick who is a thorn.
With such an arrogant mien, his character is one of a pooh bah.
Always thinking he's above the law, as if he's king or maharaja.
Ridiculous is the new mantra that might be his campaign slogan.
It's just asinine and imbecilic. That's the opinion of Jenna Logan.
It sounds just like baby gibberish when he cries out, "MAGAGA!"
With Putin and Kim Jong Un as friends, who's next, the Hezbollah?
Melania read her script then returned to the annals of obscurity,
saying her hubby will lead America "by love, peace and security."
Lying words, she was commanded to read raised a few eyebrows.
I wonder what price she'd pay if to his agenda she'd not espouse.
It was reported that she swore and cursed using the "F" word
when asked about Christmas decorations, and was overheard
saying she didn't care at all about Christmas, and she was tired
of having to do things in the White House that were required.
One reporter said Trump's MAGAGA sounds like baby babble.
It'll become the new battle cry of his crowd, the motley rabble.
Their banner should be emblazoned with a snotty nosed child
throwing a tantrum, out of control and his anger running wild.
I know this post will not be met with agreement by some of you.
That's perfectly ok because you have the right to an opinion, too.
You can bash Joe Biden when on words and steps he may stumble
but as America's President, I fear Trump will once again fumble.
Can anyone be so blind not to see, by taking an honest reflection,
that he directed a mob to commit treason and an insurrection?
What hold does this immoral sleaze have over far too many?
With eyes open to reality, you'd see his dysfunctions are plenty.
I've never been a Democrat, nor a believer in the Republican ilk,
but I think Trump is a miscreant who'll keep taking all he can milk
from a country deserving to be held in high esteem and dignity.
But four more years of DJT will end in chaos from his malignity.
It’s an old story.
We were classmates, you and I,
And later became colleagues,
Working under the same roof.
We had more or less the same specialization.
Married in the same year.
Our children went to the same school.
So far so good!
Now the plot thickens, so to speak!
Once, if you remember,
The boss comes to you for help,
Specifically for helping his sibling
By doing her assignments,
Given to her by a (prestigious) university
Where you and I studied
And where I am a Tutor now—
A concurrent position held by me.
If I were you, I would say:
“Sorry, it’s unethical.”
Or, would tactfully excuse myself—
Maybe by telling a white lie.
Instead, you tell him a blatant lie:
“I’m not hot on the subject, I’m afraid.”
And you go further
And out of the way to add:
“But so and so is. He can help you, I’m sure.”
The boss comes to me straight,
And beating about the bush, tells me:
“Now that so and so is not hot on the subject…blah blah.
Now it is a Catch-22,
Which you have contrived:
If I say yes, I would be exposed
And if I say no, I would be in trouble—with the boss;
There would be no more bonhomie
Between the boss and the boy.
How clever you are!
Furious, I choose to say no—bluntly
And let me face the music.
But now I know that
You are a round character after all,
And an Iago at that.
I appreciate your motiveless malignity.
I shrug my shoulders and mutter:
“Let it be!”
Composed and posted on August 3, 2017
"Pleased to meet you",a friendly line
I guess you'll be my neighbor for a "little" while
Would you like to come in and have a tasty cup of tea
There is something I should show you
Something you would not believe
Now strung on a rafter through my affinity
You were a fly caught in a web of
maletecence when you fell asleep
Revolting from the stench of my malignity
Your barbed wire ripened flesh is only the beginning
Through my ablation of your anatomy
The bewildered expression on your face
shows the pain I thrive to see
Hung upside down,you are gutted pigotry
No one will ever know that it was ever me
Blood bubbles through your ears and gushes out your mouth
Your gargled scream no one will hear
To my binge I am devout
Terror stricken eyes and horror haunted soul
Your blood has bleached the floor since I plotted your demise
Through your fog glazed eyes I see your life deprived
Reflections of my beligerent smile confirms your last good-bye
Your necrology sealed through a macabrish mind
Pleased to meet you,it sure was fine!!!
Byword
(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(II)
Malicious mischief shrouds in mesmerism,
Whilst her malignity molds she forgot unfold.
But the morbid medalled she, instead to merge,
Maintains calumnies, which not calmative in anyway.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(III)
A candid parley and caring suits…
Indeed better parallel match -no losers, all winners-
For cases in conformity and un-confound.
That’s peace, that’s reign, to just justice of the peace.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
14/3/1434 ___15/1/2014
©Abdulhafeez Oyewole.
THE PHOENIX
You tried to choreograph my life
Cajoled me to dance to your fancies rife
While in every step you tried best
To see me mutely obey at your behest
With my happiness buried, dreams shattered
But I have made it impossible to render me battered
For my soul is fortified by scars of plenty whip-lashes
You try to burn, like the phoenix I rise from the ashes
With propriety I know now to shield my dignity
And fight alone with grit, on life's stage every malignity!
I have gladly greeted another glorious day,
dazzling with bright sun-rays and new faith;
and as hope regains its strength with ease,
morning comforts me with a refreshing breeze!
These weapons of hatred I've thrown away,
feeling with a sudden vindication,to be
the victor over the tyrant whose pride isn't burning;
even forgiveness needs no imploring!
Ever rejoice,humble heart and fill me
with contentment;I am shunning hostility
as my fiercest,most belligerent enemy,
who had entrapped me with malignity!
Now, resentment vanishes,leaving no traces;
an exuberant smile reappears on this face:
conflicts so harsh have ended this debate...
there's no minimal animosity to alleviate!
Never forget,forgiving heart,that every sad event
I've been tried for,wasn't a want of vanity;
and will I ever feel unnoticed,lost
and powerless without humility?
I’m so sorry…
Hillary, but it is nothing personal,
And in saying this I am also merciful,
But with a bounty on your head,
Your campaign is dead,
And for that, I am truly thankful.
You see…
I am happy to see women held high,
But for you, that just does not apply.
You don’t seem naive,
So my biggest pet peeve,
Is why you stood by your husband.
To me…
When someone accepts such an indignity,
It leads me to believe they have malignity.
I’m not one to judge,
But if you're capable of such,
Then I think we're better off without you.
It’s not you…
It’s your attachment to Bill,
Just doesn’t seem right for Capitol Hill.
It makes you seem suspect,
And since we're on the subject,
Can we mention Travelgate?
I mean…
Were you pulling strings behind the curtains?
Of course, nothing we know for certain.
Except beneath that smile,
We sense something is vile,
Why don’t you just give it a break?
It’s sad…
Because it’s hard to tell who’s really cheating
When most of your ideas are very misleading,
Conspiracies of so much deceit,
It has all ended in your defeat,
And will continue again and again.
So please,
Hillary, won’t you please listen,
Our country, it grows in division,
Humiliation you'll save yourself from,
Because corruptions not welcome
In a country that we are trying to change.
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May, 2, 2019
A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (It is NOT positive) Contest
Sponser: Michael Wegman
It takes a spine spun of steel
To forgive a hateful infliction.
Many are wont to let it fester
Mining malignity of malediction.
For them `tis a wound to wear
With self-righteous indignation.
They herald the hurt as if a gift
And announce it in celebration.
The soul though is not deceived,
It chides for scarcity of charity.
Holding a grudge for what is grieved
Presupposes mindless temerity.
Counsel to forgive eludes them,
Divine admonition they shame.
Seasons past before they grasp
They self-inflicted their pain.
The deadly seven
Although engulfed in sea's stormy stride,
even the killer tides failed to eat false pride,
Living entirely in self, want and greed,
creating divide in name of colour, caste and creed,
Kindness, sincerity and love that were must,
through entire life we were wrapped up in lust,
No help came as ship dwindled for an anchor,
Despair floated as we sank in our own anger,
As if born to live forever, nurtured gluttony,
Ate up resources and nature's harmony,
Sparked the green eyed monster in malignity,
Friends surpassing, blazing embers of envy,
Not working hard as the worthy, lying in sloth,
Losing effervescence and expecting froth,
Only if a man could shun the deadly seven,
will open the golden gates to serene heaven.
Written Jan 30th, 2016
For contest by John lawless
Contest judged- Feb 25th, 2016
Awarded N/A
Now entered for "Second chance 2" poetry contest by Eve
Ages of passivity
My soul in captivity
I have endured longevity
and created a malignity
Now lives my iniquity
Causing a calamity
I am damned to an eternity
of spiteful animosity
Will I ever be free
or will I be left empty
Only in time I will see!!!
Oh, the times I have regretted leaving you
Thinking about what I would do differently,
Wracking my brain for a better solution
To the problems that caused your bitterness
Eventually leading to my giving up on you.
Came the time when I could no longer abide
Your volatile and temperamental malignity
Which made my life insufferably unbearable,
So, I left behind the good times, and I fled
For my sanity, hoping to make a better life
Unfettered with nastiness and spitefulness,
Keeping in mind “beauty is only skin deep,”
How it takes two to make a relationship work.
Written August 16, 2022
I.
Palmwine is white,
Palmwine is filled with might,
Its colour signifies purity,
Its bubbles mystifies dignity,
A gourd of palmwine,
A board of calm dice,
Absurd or enigma what are the right words top use.
II.
Palmwine is sweet,
Natural wine filled with yeast,
Its taste signifies non salinity,
Its smell an inviting malignity,
but,
A head full of wine,
A bed full of mines,
Afloat even under the scorching heat of the desert sun,
A head full of wine,
I cannot discern his next tendency,
still,
Palmwine is nature's milk that follows your discipline.