Best Neglected Poems
The modern man ceases to accept God exists
for he constantly runs away from this thought
not only that God is but we must answer Him
for this God is angry and is really red hot
We all know we're not perfect but not too bad
but does the Bible teach this? certainly not
Jesus spoke more on hell than on heaven
if this is true then why is it not more taught?
The subject of God's wrath is somewhat rejected
today's preachers don't like to offend
because the hearer doesn't welcome this
so no one tells it then the soul can't mend
In the modern church, there's little seriousness
so then no godly repentance to bear fruit
in years of old where sin convicted men shed tears
knowing their real depravity sin was at its root
The modern preacher seeks to comfort people
but God says yes only after the heartfelt cry
what must I do to be saved? when truly broke
they feel divine wrath so seek peace before they die
Scripture presents God in His holy character
His wrath and His love which is equally joined
this love is never valued till His wrath's understood
by the sinner deserving wrath knows I'm no good
(A look at today's superficial church as preachers seek not to offend his listeners but by neglecting the subject of God's wrath on sin instead end up dishonouring God)
Dwelling abandon neglected
Not at all picturesque
This decaying house
Been condemn now for nineteen months
From the roof to the porch
Harvesting ferns in garden
Overgrown growths wild grasses dandelions
Up the swaying staircase
Window,door crack and broken a mess
The sun and wind whispers through the downspouts and eves
Condemn and abandon only one on the block sees
This abandon decaying condemn dwelling
While over the yard weeds prostates growing rosette wilds killing
This nonpicturesque abandon neglected decaying dwelling
7/16/20
1st Place placement in Contest
Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
They stream in, seeking liberty
hoping for some sympathy
America once extended a welcome
Today the outstretched hand is seldom
Leaders neglected to check the newcomers
for police records, to view their true colors
We let in too many criminals, too much crime
with neither good reason nor rhyme
A perfect storm ensued
migrant murder and corruption
dominates the news
giving well-meaning Americans the blues
A tragedy could have been averted
had not government shirked its sworn duty
But now there are mass deportations
narrowly backed by a jilted population
neglect
a sweet puppy
without a home to live
warm bed given by a stranger
connect
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: February 18, 2016
In Dunkersfield Lies A Neglected Grave
In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave
last vestige of a precious life gave
No massive stone to mark the resting spot
of a simple man that gave all he got
Town people say they knew him so well
had big secrets he'd never dare tell
One was about a child he'd never seen
bastard son of a lady named Ilien
Others solemnly swear he kilt' a man
beat him with that mighty right hand
Hard truth lies somewhere in between
his life imagined and one he had seen
Ole Stoner Ace was a gambler for sure
had lots of women, none were too pure
Worked that farm, won on a lucky bet
hard life even for a tough combat vet
No church did he ever bother to attend
lived alone with not a single friend
Money sent to pay for nephew's school
kept his secrets, was nobody's fool
Christmas night he died old and alone
his savings given away, every penny gone
Good deeds he always kept to himself
bad maybe but he always was topshelf
In Dunkersfield lies a neglected grave
last vestige of a precious life gave
No massive stone to mark the resting spot
of a simple man that gave all he got
Robert J. Lindley, 01-23-2015
NOTE: Poem was written based upon the real life of a friend's uncle.
A tough old bird that had quite a reputation. Lived a wild life as young man
and had served time in prison for beating a man to death that had stabbed him in
the back in a barfight. My Dad knew him well. Told me that he was an upright guy
that came out of prison and left the wild life behind.
Sometimes life just beats the hell out of you and if you are lucky you still
manage to survive!
No one sees the tears of Nature...
When Pollution propels her heart to rupture...
No one feels for the predominant pain...
When we torture our Mother like kids insane...
Her tears...her pain...her yell...
As though She has been transformed to Hell...
Fail to sway our heads indifferent...
As we continue to crush our environment...
But let us not forget this undisputed truth...
We will also suffer for this voracious loot...
If a mother cries...the child will cry...
& one day,the entire civilisation will die....!
Hail, high denizen of tree,
not one improvident like me,
safe within your arbor's ruts,
there you keep your store of nuts.
Autumnal bunting soon must end.
and winter dearth is round the bend.
When I behold you as you nibble,
what need have I of nymph or Sibyl?
Lavish more verses on some cat!
Eliot and Gray have seen to that.
Browning did not shun the rat,
nor did Bram Stoker spurn the bat.
Is a squirrel, red or grey
a lesser poet's theme than they?
Let no distain those efforts hamper
that turn our thoughts
to those that scamper.
If you come in 'like a wrecking ball'
in your bare essentials,
you must expect
the shrapnel to cut deeper
than the skin,
lest you hide behind 'the party line'.
Politically speaking
if now we are being softened up
for the deep and gruesome cuts
in the budget to come,
then who will save us
when 'our beds are burning'.
NEGLECTED BEAUTY
Beauty-mica granite sidewalks shining
Fontanka and Moika Canals like Venice boreal
Boats flopping, tourist cameras aligning
Gold-domed architecture monumental
Kazan cathedral needing facelift, declining
Notes :
(SPB = Saint Petersburg, Russia )
Almost all sidewalks in SPB are granite
There are many canals in SPB, and these two are more famous than others
Kazan is only one of several lovely cathedrals in SPB
I cling to mother
with unconditional love
arms wrapped around tight-
immune to pain of neglect
my bond knows no other way
Eyes steadfast in gaze
upward turned to mother's face
searching for comfort-
the innocence of my heart
sees only this, my mother
I see not the truth
the hours left unattended
many missed feedings-
imprinted with nature's bond
my eyes of a child see love
These eyes of a child
watch closely for survival
matter not the cost-
nature grants me this lifeline
I hold on tight, good or bad.
I am born to hassle
Grown to live with hustlers
I am born in the street and raised in the waves of nowhere
I am the daughter of the cage
Under the bridge is where I lay my head
I am the seed of poverty
Hunger is what drives me wild
I am a friend to a snow and
Winter frost knows me by name
I am young and intelligent but born to live with unwanted
I am born to eat the dust
I am tend to be the street terrorist
Motorists see me as a street hijacker
I am brainwashed by the treat of the street life
Sad is me who lives to role the streets
Two eyes and two feet though neither I can see nor walk myself to the greener pastures
Dry land is where I spend my time
Pavements are some of my rest places
I am born in the street
Growing to be justified forever
Bins and dumping sites are where my record belongs
No life without begging for survival
I am born innocent hoping to die peaceful
Yet I am now turned to be a threat and some wish me dead
I don’t know the colour of love and home is something that lives in the world of fantasy
I belong to the street
I have all powers to step up
Though I am canned to live for street
I am chosen to experiment the worst of the world
I am born to smile with the hurricanes
I am born to entertain the privileged
And I am existing to be the worst example
Millions wishes in my mind to erase my name from the street although the position seems to be permanently written to be occupied by me
I am born to struggle and home is something forbidden to think of
Language I speak the same with those who have places to lay their heads
But homeless is what I am known to be
I am not better than the wild animals
Because I am familiar with the wild life
I am born to rule the street.
You didn't listen to what she had to say
Now you understand why she went away
In your heart you long to have her back
It's not too late you will see that day
You did not recognize that you had a gift
It was sadness that caused your mind to shift
Call out and ask for her forgiveness
It will give both of your spirits a lift
She is longing to feel your warm embrace
You will see joy written on her face
She wants to be your priority
Now she knows this really is the case
Trying out a new form
neglected land cries
for a time when all was bright
and purely festive
House me not on beds of orchids
Orchids though fragrant can wither,
Wither on yards dried from neglect
Neglect, though, ruins heart’s dwelling.
6. 07.2015
Four Lines Only, for Nette Onclaud
Visual 4
Manny Pizon