Best Misconduct Poems
Because this is my feeling and what i yell inside
I yell it with anger and i yell it with pride
You might not know what ones been through
But this is part of whats been true
What is there to do
I am a soldier at war with the core
Fighting for my insecurity, in my life's debility
In search for reality through my music ability
Yeah my life is somehow fake
Not even with so much at stake
For goodness sake I want to break
Because with great power comes great responsibility
In an apocalypse of ability, charisma and sensibility
Moments in life are what create a person what he is
In description falling in abyss
My life changed me completely
The point of views that i see in me
Generosity that unfolds through me
Now just pointers to these feelings
Differences that might seem like misunderstandings
Comes and goes that end up as great landings
Now lets just go back to my sentir
Forgive me not the one here to plead
Its my people that call out my story
Who call out the way I face my glory
Like the time i was crossing the border
I still get punished for my misconduct disorder
Now locked in a 5 by 11 cell
I now many don't know this
And many cant tell
But this is just a bit of whats impelling upon
To make it straight I am no criminal I am no con
Just made bad decisions in my life
Now believing in the right in the right of a second chance
I blew opportunities but lets enhance
Certain people just judge me by my stance
Don't judge me by what you glance
There is a lot more to me
Then there is the eye can see
I know no one is superior
No one is inferior
Meant to soar through the stars
not meant to be behind bars
I just know we deserve the same respect
Coming from his image so we simply just connect
I may not have achievements
But i have many goals
Categories:
misconduct, dedication, growth, identity, inspirational,
Form:
Epic
Steam Train Troubles
Percival the steward of the train
Ordered foie gras and oysters too
But left them on the station platform like a fool
Wealthy customers will find this rather tedious
Trips from Switzerland to Germany can be quite mundane
There is plenty of coal though to keep the engine going
Steaming over rail and snow
Not too many murders are expected this go round
Business is much slower this time of year
Train travel lost its luster over time and customers as well
It is quieter with poorer clientele around
A handful of rich still occupy first class
Hang out about the open bar up there
Mr. Smith forgot his ticket
His wife is having an affair with Percival
The conductor wants them both arrested
For their blatant misconduct most unpleasant
Guns come out inside a tunnel entrance
Train covered sights and sounds inside the cab in there
When it exited, Percival was dead
Natural causes were to blame
With a bullet in his brain
Hundred dollar bills were scooped up from the floor
By witnesses who saw nothing but the trees outside
Steam engine rolled along the tracks as usual
Taking truth and reason with it through the snow
Created on 1/14/15 for Shadow Hamilton - “Railway Journeys” Poetry Contest
Categories:
misconduct, adventure, business, conflict, dark,
Form:
Free verse
The curves of her body are not for your hands to slide,
For that she buries herself under the pardahs, for them curves to hide.
Those two freaking eye balls, follow her assets everywhere,
Buddy, you are not blessed with that pair, to just stop and stare!
Look at your mouth, drooling with lust,
Look at your eyes, aiming for her bust.
With that pair, milk she fed you with,
Little did she know, u will pay back throwing bottles of acid.
Nurturing since childhood, a constant fear
Being a girl is not easy, she swears!
Your harsh whistles, when enter her ears,
Your shameless intentions are crystal clear!
Her body does not invite you in anyway, even if she decides to expose,
For people like you, her doors of sexuality are always closed.
If this was your purpose to live, may god keep you unfertilized,
9 months of pain are not worth it, one day she will realize.
Your hands so eager, to pull her clothes down,
Murder her directly, than digging dungeons to bury her womanhood underground.
She never took birth to quench your desperation,
She is not a toy to play with, so filter your intentions.
She will walk past u naked, and dare u, not an eye should roll,
She will kick u off in that way, begging for manhood, will cry your soul.
Do not mistake her silence for acceptance,
don’t mistake her inaction for her weakness.
you judge her by her clothes,and u were born naked in front of her,
you judge her by her curves, and she lost them all in giving birth to u
you judge her by her face, n look shame is what written on yours,
you judge her by her work, like u have anything better than t give your baseless judgements!!
One day her patience will end, n that will be your ‘judgement day’
That day for your misconduct, heavy price u will pay
because, once she is done, u will know her strength,
for justice and her self respect she ll go to any length.
So stop being a pervert, and learn to respect,
This time, let the humanity within you, stand erect.
Forcing your will on hers, is not the right way to show
Be a real man,
and through your values she will know!!!!
Categories:
misconduct, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
Queen Genevere was held captive in King's Arthur castle,
and locked up in the tallest tower, she sent for Lancelot;
he finally rescued her on a fast horse that loved to trot,
and while galloping into the shadows of the forest...didn't they tremble?
Did she fall in love with Lancelot...because he was the most handsome knight?
Was it his sweet language of learned love that conquered any queen's heart?
Before he would lose trust in his king, he had to go to the Holy Land
to push back the infidels and free it for the sake of the Christ who died on the cross;
probably King Arthur would have overlooked his shameless misconduct
for having had a sexual relationship with his wife when he was on his deer hunt;
wasn't King Arthur satisfying her urges when she longed for his hand?
Perhaps he was very old and could not perform, so she sought Lancelot's caress!
Genevere's jealousy caused Lancelot's ban from Court when she heard of the affair
with Elaine who deceived him and gave him a child to make the queen very angry;
foolish Lancelot lost honors bestowed upon him by King Arthur and feeling sorry
for himself, he chose wilderness: remembering he fought lions but not the Beast;
mad Queen Genevere became a grieved nun and Lancelot a scorned priest...
why didn't they remain faithful by not committing adultery on the other?
Categories:
misconduct, adventure, anger, art, birth,
Form:
Rhyme
Diseased incubator of mutated humanity
A festering cesspool of rotten ideals,
And ancient plots of religious restraint
Or the liberation from.
Acidic with greed and selfishness.
Base and seductive, the nature of societal allure
Indulgence, self-satisfaction and gross misconduct
Or just inaction is even worse.
At least those atrocious individuals have a spine.
They have picked a side.
Bought into all we are suppose to.
Grow up believing and hoping to become a productive member of.
The death machine they are rivets on a gear.
They may not be hero's or martyrs but they know their place.
You on the other hand remain complacently paralyzed in fear.
Can not recognize bondage for what it is , what it makes you.
A spineless disgrace. A causeless activist with no identity.
A blank slate, a featureless face.
Categories:
misconduct, analogy, future, imagery, judgement,
Form:
A bitter, highly addictive drug,
A narcotic, known to relieve pain that drag
Induces sleep or dullness in a medicinal doses,
Yet if consumed in excessive and uncontrolled doses,
May produce convulsions, coma or even death...
A man in perfect suit, a respectful company owner,
No one can imagine he deals with this act ever,
Yet narcotic is in his blood, put my friend into misconduct
She was narcotize by this dignified man's act,
Opted for her addiction, which stupefy her, put her in a shock!
She is deeply in love that she ruined a family who is intact,
She fought her best, believing his words as damn fact,
She ignored mocks, even her family is set to cast
She brought her credibility in shameful scenario,
Enduring people's judgement, had her painful future typecast!
Now, I see her in miserable life,
Alcoholic and drawn herself to narcotics
Just to fill her lover's addiction of sexual misbehavior
Beating her in every moment they do their deed
Tying her up, enduring the pain of cigarette burning her skin...
Damn man, damn opium!
Damn love, damn lust
Choices sometimes put anyone in disgrace
Opium lures ones mind, destroying ones life
How many are into this, making it as their escape?
Sometimes, we are blinded with so much love and lust
Doing everything for the person we believe will love us likewise
Withstanding the bitterness of pain and mistrust
Casting away own dignity in disgust!
Ahhh...when a woman loves a man...who am i to judge?
Categories:
misconduct, abuse, addiction, anti bullying,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
The Founding Grandfather
By Elton Camp
Ask “What did Benjamin Franklin do?”
Find that most can recall only one or two.
“Poor Richard’s Almanac he did write,”
Or else, “He’s that guy who flew the kite.”
The facts of history are growing dim
If that’s all that’s remembered of him.
In the colonies, since books were so rare.
To organize the first library he did care.
Because fires were not easy to control,
The first city fire department did mold.
A fire might a family’s finances wipe out,
So he brought the first fire insurance about.
Fireplaces in homes allowed people to freeze.
“There must be a better way to heat than these.”
To that end, he successfully strove
And developed the Franklin stove.
Because his stove was for the public good,
He refused to take out a patent as he could.
When to age people had to concede,
His bifocal glasses met their need.
Declaration of Independence he helped compose
It was by a group of five and he was one of those.
Most of it came from Thomas Jefferson’s mind,
But Benjamin Franklin helped the words to refine.
Minister he was made to France.
The colonies cause to advance.
The king said, “I think Ben’s so funny
That I’ll gladly lend the needed money.
But it would be incomplete to fail to say
That the elderly statesman had feet of clay.
He was only a young man
When his misconduct began.
“This boy is my own son, no doubt,
But his mother I know little about.”
In his autobiography is advice
That certainly isn’t all that nice.
He told men what was the trick
When a mistress they did pick.
“Great Whoremaster” was his name
Even to those who admired his fame.
Of the Founders he was the oldest,
Though also one of the very boldest.
So Benjamin Franklin it wouldn’t bother
To call him the “Founding Grandfather.”
Categories:
misconduct, historypeople, fire, fire, people,
Form:
Rhyme
The ABC's of Politics (For Better or Words)
(SMILE! They aren’t misspelled.)
Aboulomania. Bahadur. Caducity. Dapatical. Ecmnesia. Fabulist. Gerrymander.
Highbinder. Ideopraxist. Jobbery. Kakistocracy. Lucripetous. Malversation. Nomocracy.
Obrogate. Papyrocracy. Quadrennium. Raconteur. Satisdation. Talliate.
Unconsentaneous. Vacillate. Wondermonger. Xenogenous. Yare. Zabernism.
That's Today's Politics Just for You!
Dictionary Reference: http://phrontistery.info/a.html
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The ABC’s of Politics (For Better and Words)
A-- aboulomania (pathological indecisiveness)
B-- bahadur (self-important official)
C-- caducity (being of a transitory or impermanent nature)
D-- dapatical (lavish; sumptuous; costly)
E--ecmnesia (loss of memory of the events of a specific period)
F-- fabulist (one who invents fables)
G – gerrymander (to divide electoral districts for one's own political gain)
H – highbinder (scheming or corrupt politician)
I-- ideopraxist (one who is impelled to carry out an idea)
J-- jobbery (the conduct of public business for private gain.)
K-- kakistocracy (government by the worst)
L-- lucripetous (eager for gain)
M--malversation (corruption in office; corrupt administration; misconduct)
N-- nomocracy (government based on legal system; rule of law)
O-- obrogate (to alter the law by passing a new law)
P-- papyrocracy (government by newspapers or literature)
Q— quadrennium (period of four years)
R-- raconteur teller of anecdotes
S-- satisdation provision of security
T-- talliate to impose a tax
U-- unconsentaneous not in agreement
V— vacillate fluctuate in opinion or resolution venal
W—wondermonger (one who promises miracles)
X—xenogenous (due to an outside cause)
Y-- yare (marked by quickness and agility; nimble; prepared; easily)
Z-- zabernism (misuse of military authority; bullying)
Did you like the joke? Please go to the Narrative Version, next.
Categories:
misconduct, funny, political
Form:
ABC
This sonnet was written after reading a news article on the internet about the Swedish
Wrestler Ara Abrahamian's misconduct at the awards presentation after failing to win the
gold medal at the 2008 Beijing Olympics. He was awarded the bronze medal for his
performance. He took the bronze from around his neck during the medal ceremony, stepped
from the podium and dropped it in the middle of the wrestling mat and then walked off.
Fate is chance, destiny is choice. Swedish
Wrestler Ara Abrahamian chose
The latter. He should have been admonished
For his bitter behavior that arose
Shortly after medals presentations.
Character lacked more than his wrestling holds
claiming it was politicization.
The arrogance of him! "I wanted gold"
saying, "I don't care about this medal."
His disgrace was his choice, we all heard that
of course. More importantly, this numbskull
audaciously dropped his bronze on the mat
sealing both his fate and his destiny:
infamy, obscurity guaranteed.
* August 16, 2008, 12:09 PM the International Olympic Committee finally reprimanded
Abrahamian.They stripped him of his medal.
Categories:
misconduct,
Form:
Sonnet
Quick from the cloud,
hail the heaven is crying,
lay on it a blue white cloud,
the narrow thing that brings us joy from this desert frying,
a wonderful friend that liberates us from the smiling sun.
Neither those at the upper chamber can dare your wroth nor their son,
as they make fat the sweat of the poor and fail to increase their penny,
else they will loose their comfort to the flood our other friend.
Iwolole koja lafin Ooni laiki debitolesodi alaileni.
In dis-thought do my heart pants as to the reason for your weeping to touch our land.
Could it be the unloving act of men to another?
or a gross misconduct to your order?
No wonder the creator was sad for creating men.
Oh the second coming is at hand!
the my instinct reveals that this in season occur to cause fertility to our land.
A wonderful friend like yours is hard to be seen,
for you own the totality of all being.
I love you.
Categories:
misconduct, adventure, care, environment, eulogy,
Form:
Elegy
I have had it explained to me, by one far more knowledgeable than I,
Why you cannot and should not, argue with a snowman.
I have questioned, I have sought, but never once have I gained satisfaction
His carrot-nose and pebble eyes unseeing, slowly drooping and distorting,
As his face elongated and lengthened like my questions so piercing.
Perhaps I hurt his feelings, or maybe I had insulted him,
For after leaving him alone for a while, to consider my apparent misconduct,
I returned to find him gone, vanished into the warm air
That now hangs heavy with my confusion.
Air thick with the promise of spring,
That has departed, my footsteps and seeking unfound.
My shovel sometimes scrapes on the driveway, when it is time to move the snow
And I always seem to hear the faint words, ”Ask again, ask again,”
But I have learnt to contain myself, to answer my own inquiring mind.
For a snowman always runs away when questioned too much,
And his disappearance is as surprising as his silence.
( This poem was published in the late 90s in South Africa in an anthology about South African poets )
Categories:
misconduct, loss,
Form:
Free verse
Gross misconduct bullets falling like rain drops
Mosquitoes kissing marinated children
While in the hood homeless and thugs
Suck on those the things unruly plugs
Crack-cocaine, meth, mary-jane
Elusive while simultaneously being inclusive
Only check me N marching boys to men
Both dying over seas
Are we protecting democracy
So they be so illiterate literally can't pull the trigger
Might have put a fon to his heads go figure
Counterfeit dreams nightmares
So they fought for us they be home now
Lock them up seclude them drug them out checkmate it's a stand still Satan steals and kills
He even tries to bends our wills women mothers crying because their boys and men are out in the war they come back home they're being denied governments denying urban city countries wars going to get you got mine seasons change what it is what it ain't none of that mistreatment and where are the trains on the railroad tracks cell phone tires towers missing children the promises of ups All I see is down mental health rising And I'm on a checkerboard multi-colored squares summer black summer white that's the closest we touch Where is the heaven where God is my witness yet it seems like he dismissed us in Jesus what color is he black or white or is he red yellow Tanner Brown Is he mine Is he yours do we just belong to the burns And how do birds live or more how do they sore in the sky or how I wished and I could fly I know I never die because my true self is energy but I don't want to be consumed and compiled in the colds of raising fires I want to live in a new body and love embrace by the father above the Grossman's conduct of my flesh body deformation my character caught up and pride like Illuminati The only luminess that I want to shine in is the resistance being a child of God about living God I light shines from my heart outward I light I come across the evils of myself first I liked this game in this worldly plain and it's physical vein I light I am of prophetic energies I am like in my father and he might be in every step that I take I go right because if I were to go left it would be checkmate?
4/6/23
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Categories:
misconduct, analogy, anxiety, character, emotions,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Edwin Hubbel wrote in 1925 "....the principal of the uniformity of nature thus
seems to rule undisturbed in this region of space......"
But , I take exception to that statement , because of mankinds un-natural
tendencies to disregard the natural order which in kind ( or un-kind ! ) nature
play's along rudely to our cruel misconduct , since it took millions of years to
establish a non-toxic atmosphere ( to land mammals ) that we have taken for
granted and have inconvenietly disrupted in a manner of just hundrends of years .
Just the double negative effect alone should be a warning to how we
should approach our future , these being , excess carbon emissions and
deforestation . The positive and negative relationship is two-fold here in a short
explanation , our tree's absorb carbon and emit oxygen , less trees , more
carbon , and we accelerate a negative process . If you take for example , our own
biological systems as humans , we need oxygen to breathe to live , the positive ,
but the negative is that oxygen attributes to decomposition , which could
accelerate the ageing process of the body , which is why proper nutrition is
important , especially foods rich or drinks rich in anti-oxidants .
In short , I believe it becomes very important to be aware of the natural
order of our relationship to our overall system without our exploitive behaviors
which only encourage a consumerism attitude .
Categories:
misconduct, education, nature, science, nature,
Form:
Narrative
He was untamed by human nature,
wild as a lion and fierce as a wolf.
Not carrying any instinct other than
intense cruelty,
he kept his brutality for safekeeping.
Like an undomesticated cat he roamed
the streets at night searching for what
seemed to be his prey.
Like a chameleon during the day he
seemed like a soul searching for
redemption,
but that was always his weak style.
He thought strength was found in
words spoken out of disrespect.
Antagonized women for pleasure
hoping he would find one to take
home without mercy.
Seeking something out of life
other than affection he made
connections with the only ones
in mankind that were savage and
fearless.
Violence was the only way he
knew how to interact with others
and the rage in his essence seemed
so sadistic he didn’t love even
if he could.
His youth was a sad one to say
the least.
Never was taught the difference
between righteousness and
wrong transgressions.
So he grew to be a man filled
with a temperament of disregard
for the safety of those around him.
One night feeling invincible he
strolled once again with too much
pride.
Encountered a woman from his past
that he treated with misconduct.
He was never found again.
Feral Contest
August 6, 2018
Categories:
misconduct, anger, people, power,
Form:
Free verse
Betrayal, and Lust walked hand in hand.
Together they wrote their names in the sand.
Entwined as one in this forsaken game.
Pleasurable misconduct without guilt or shame.
Preying on the vulnerable, the lonely and weak.
Luring their victims with charm and mystique.
Toxic violations brainwashed by fear.
A path of destruction has landed them here.
Milking them dry of their voices to speak.
Draining the innocence of the souls to keep.
Now puppets on a string and under control.
Doing the devil's work devouring the soul.
Selfish endeavors of what they will gain.
Lavish lifestyles of money and fame.
Dancing in the moonlit witching hour.
Chanting the spells to enhance their power.
The pentagram swings to the beat of a drum.
Blood is spilled and the sacrifice is done.
Gazing at each other with satisfaction in their eyes.
Hungry for another soul to condemn and stigmatize.
Categories:
misconduct, abuse, betrayal, dark, death,
Form:
Rhyme