Best Oppressively Poems
On a stone wall, by the solitary pavement,
Annoyed and angry, with daggers drawn at everyone,
I saw my neighbor sitting dejected and depressed.
Though known him for years, of late he has changed much.
His eyes had grown so cold, and his mind, so blank.
His vision, I felt was blurred by a hazy mist.
He was seen with his gaze fixed at the horizon far,
Like a block of stone, hardly noticing anyone, he sat.
From a distance, came a barking sound,
It was from his dog that followed its master’s trail.
Seeing a rodent, behind a wild bush
The dog was barking nonstop on and on
The mangy animal was once so loved,
Now left wantonly uncared and unattended.
With incessant bark it was disturbing the calm around.
This greatly irked the man, otherwise annoyed.
Instant was his response and rash, his action.
Picking up a stone and aiming at the dog,
He hurled the stone with all his might,
And sad! It hit hard on his target.
Oppressively hurt by the whizzing stone,
The dog twitched and yelled in pain.
Licking its wound, it ran round and round,
Along the concrete path, mad and wild.
At last, slowing down and turning its direction
Towards its master, it moved fast.
Petrified, on an impulse, he jumped down,
And fearing the worst, he closed his eyes.
But wagging its tail with a pleading look
It began licking its master’s hand.
The hand so rude that clutched the stone,
And had flung at it, causing it to bleed.
It was a gesture too deep for words,
That taught the man the lesson of love:
Love others with every broken piece
Even after someone breaks one's heart.
After years, it remains the best example
Of forgiveness, I have ever seen and assimilated.
It helps me forget all bitterness towards my enemies,
Teaching me the lesson not to curse but to bless them.
I feel it was a message sent down from Heaven,
The most powerful of all sermons so far delivered.
By forgiving our enemies, one can unload the baggage,
And save our wretched lives from serious wreckage!
Categories:
oppressively, anger, emotions, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Longing for the days gone by
When cares were soon forgotten
Which now linger oppressively
Odorous, like fruit turned rotten.
Carefree were those bygone days
Random notions came and went
Imagination rambling like crazes
I was not afraid to experiment.
Days passed swiftly into years
Encumbrances kept piling atop
My eyes often filled up with tears
Memories became my only sop.
Now, time has come with aging
I remember those by-gone days
My mind will often go foraging
Now I have grown set in my ways.
written June 29, 2021
Categories:
oppressively, age, how i feel,
Form:
Lyric
Once a nation
Supremely white as driven snow,
Singularly Christian, white and male,
Purely untarnished, and aglow,
Grandeur unparalleled in fairytale.
Hence a grievance
Punitively bold as bloody hellfire,
Potently prosecuted in seats of power,
Oppressively waged against objects of ire,
Prisms of nonwhites seeking justice in the hour.
Now a leader
Colossally void as sterilized weaponry,
Glibly sanctions white phobia and rage,
Lethally enflames this proto-fascist fancy,
As corporations provide aid to the rampage.
Thus a faction
Devoutly for leader, they stand down,
Steadfastly ready for the order to kill,
All woke-ish elitists, and enemies black and brown,
That white men reclaim their rightful place at the till.
Violence of mind
Shocks no one in America,
Where thugs are part of romantic lore.
With our ascendant authoritarian replica,
Are we ready for what washes ashore?
Published in Dissident Voice: 01/09/22
Categories:
oppressively, america, anxiety, culture, freedom,
Form:
Rhyme
O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee
Spiritual mathematics
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis
Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in a decaying half-life reality?
O bastard son
of a thousand fathers
Raised on sour milk doctrines,
from the hard paps —
Udders on an impudent heifer mother
of a thousand harlots,
has weaned thee
in the ways of greed and destruction
Canst thy cannibal siblings,
Tiras and Meshech,
help save thee
with their scientific, canine calculations?
O Magog,
from the mutated land of Gog,
will thy incestuous father’s
Tubal-cain covetous leprosy
overtake thee?
Thou loveth thy beauty spots
inordinately
Brimstone salt cities of wanton lasciviousness
pepper thy mutilated land
The merchants of concupiscence
travel ceaselessly upon thy algorithm waves
Slavishly trafficking tainted wares exponentially
in thy free marketplaces
As the integer worms of digital reproach
feed upon the Kittim kabuki faces
Probability analysis
predict with prescient accuracy:
The radioactive remnants
of a cancerous tumor civilization,
shall struggle mightily
to revive it’s flag half-mast past glory
O Magog,
the war dogs of death
howl oppressively for thee
Thy merchant ghost ships
of Tarshish
has become floating debris
Glowing green false profit wreckage
washes upon
thy polluted Gog shores continually
O Magog,
who shall account for thy losses?
Does not the tabulated numerical conclusion
reveal the astronomical costliness
of thy prolific, propagating cloned vanity?
Which of thy mariner children
shall read
the technological epitaph
on thy submerged Titanic tombstone?
Triple digit uncertainty doth statistically vex thee ...
because of the frightening probability analysis,
which thou vile reptilian mind didst not take heed
O Magog,
chief Gentile prince
from the barren hinterland of Gog —
There is no upraised hand
to retrieve thy dropped divining scepter
Categories:
oppressively, judgement, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Gripped with various sounds of silence...
How can my counselor’s heart
and social worker’s mind escape being affected?
Disturbing and confusing
Eerie sounds of silence I discern
Aftermath a lover’s quarrel…
Then there’s the oppressively afflicted
Hurting silence-sounds I loathe to entertain
Followed by vexing sobs of attention-seeking teenagers…
Never could I ignore the agitated and restless
Enthusiastic yet silenced sounds from special children
Persevering to behave but cannot control themselves…
With this exposure, I always aim for soothing silence…
Reverberating sounds of hope and faith, serenely blissful
Vanquishing skepticism mockery that echoes doubt-shouts…
Midst my communion with the Sovereign
Who listens to me, understanding my heart… just as I am.
*Habakkuk 2:20 But the LORD is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him.
August 3, 2019
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE 7, any form, any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/27/2020.
Categories:
oppressively, christian, devotion, faith, god,
Form:
Free verse
Alarmed with daily hustle-bustle sounds...
How can my counselor’s heart
and social worker’s mind
escape being affected?
Disturbing and confusing
are eerie grumblings
verily discernible to the ears
aftermath a lover’s quarrel…
Oppressively afflicting
are loathsome murmurings
absolutely hurting
manifested by rebellious sobs of the young…
Never to be ignored
are the agitated and restless
enthusiastic mirth screams from special children
persevering to behave but cannot control themselves…
With such exposure…
I ceaselessly yearn for soothing relief
reverberating tranquility of hope and faith
blissfully ecstatic, yet serenely pleasurable…
Meanwhile, vanquishing skepticism mockery that echoes doubts
I seek communion with the Sovereign
Who listens to me
understanding my heart… just as I am.
In the presence of my Saviour, Jesus Christ*
I’m secured with joy’s certainty
Definitely my haven of rest
Though temporal in my earthly abode.
*Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
September 1, 2019
2nd place; "Silence (Without Using Synonyms of Silence in the Poem Text)" Poetry Contest; sponsored by Silent One; judged on 9/5/2019.
Categories:
oppressively, christian, faith, god, jesus,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I had dwelt in the sky
But not high enough I fear.
Those dark mountains yonder
That at first seemed motionless
But that upon reflection moved
Were but clouds of the sea kind
Menacing if you ask me
But oppressively so
To a novice such as I
On my maiden sea voyage, ha
But the skipper seeing me thus
All transfixed came over to me
Hey, son, you missing dry land already?
Whereupon I snapped out of my stupor
No, Captain, I was just wondering
How we’re going to navigate
Past the dark hills yonder?
The sea has no hills, son,
And when the sea has hills
I will be the first to know
Now get back to your cabin
And dream of your love.
Categories:
oppressively, fear, sea, voyage,
Form:
Free verse
The Naked Truth
He stands before you butt assed naked
Stripped of all preconceptions, false assertion or allusions
All that he once convinced himself to be true
Now lies before him in a dark, dank, putrid puddle.
Who he once believed himself to be
Has been thrashed and scattered to the four directions
With the cyclonic force of an oppressively hot sirocco wind.
All of his persona have been revealed, his masks are now transparent.
He pathetically attempts to engender qualities such as
Compassion, empathy, kindness, and honesty,
But, he is as Teflon, nothing sticks.
Like a frightened animal, his eyes on the lookout
His movements, his actions, are purely instinctual,
All that exist is the moment, the present, Right Now!
Exposed to the world, he cringes in complete and utter disgrace.
He craves for an exit, a means of escape, to disappear.
Suddenly aware of his nakedness, he vainly attempts to cover himself.
Likened to Adam in the garden,
A man beaten down, brutalized, defeated
Trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered life
Categories:
oppressively, abuse, anger, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Free verse
The baleful words you say,
Leave painful scars in me
Permitting them to possess my heart
Oppressively.
Withstanding the bitterness and pain
You caused,
Conquering and diminishing me
By using your atrocity,
Feeling sadness flowing violently,
Warding happiness away,
Filling my eyes with hurtful tears
And meaningful pain,
Feeling the darkness reign.
God,
You’re my ally,
You’re the one I stand still for,
Forgive my sins,
Ease my pain,
Reborn the me in me again...
Categories:
oppressively, sad, me, me,
Form:
And the cemetery was still,
The Reaper looming over his kill.
Every face bearing a look so grim
Gazing at the pall near the pit's rim.
None understood why she was taken that night,
It made no sense; it didn't seem right.
Seven years are far too few
To call a life full that was so new.
But the casket lay by the hole it would fill
As the angels wept and the cemetery was still.
And the cemetery was so oppressively gloom
As it accepted soil so the child it might entomb.
The heavens joined family and friends as they grieved
For the light, the beauty, from them the Reaper bereaved.
Silent he stood at the foot of her grave
While memories washed over him in a wave.
She had cried and screamed; begged for reprieve.
Which is why he reached out; her pain to relieve.
In his eternal eyes the reasons were clear.
He pulled her from torment; spared her her fears.
And as a lone diamond tear fell from his dome,
He whispered, "apologies, dear child, but the cemetery is sanctuary,
The cemetery is home."
Written May 18th, 2016.
Categories:
oppressively, death, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
I praise You, Lord*, for Who You are…
…Majestic in Your grace that’s never afar
…Splendid in Your goodness brighter than any star
…Wondrously drawing me with worship-filled ecstasy to Your holy altar.
I praise You, Lord, as I delight in Your joy…
…Subduing my problems, fears and guilt that annoy
…Assuring me Your presence in our divine rendezvous along prayer-convoy
…Granting me sufficient provisions for Your work I can employ.
I praise You, Lord, as I listen to Your instruction…
…Truths helpful to my miraculous and unique transformation
…Statutes ready for my revival and rejuvenation
…Precepts vital to my maturity with virtuous finesse for faith’s action.
I praise You, Lord, as I trust Your promises…
…Faithful are they like Your forgiveness that cleanses
…Immutable, remaining steadfast throughout all ages
…Reliable, though doubt –making me precarious, oppressively surges.
I praise You, Lord, as I listen to Your counsel…
…Guiding me thru life’s puzzle to learn by its challenging hassle
…Leading me from vanity’s gallivanting dazzle to vanquish its futile bustle
…Teaching me to flex spiritual muscle to build divine testimony-castle.
I praise You, Lord, as I wait for Your coming…
…Reminder for faithful service and Gospel-proclaiming
…Inspiration for me to labor well … nonchalant of personal gains’ claiming
…Excitement of eternal fellowship so truly heart-warming.
I praise You, Lord as I acquiesce to Your will…
…Perfect in its entirety that You want me to fulfill
…Holy in every angle where You direct me to keep still
…Blessed in each aspect which moves me to reach sacrifice’ hill.
*Psalm 111:1 ... I will praise the LORD with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation.
May 6, 2018
Categories:
oppressively, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
Life Of A Canine Named "Pooch”...
Equally Worthy As Mine
No explanation why,
the following unpleasant memory
shocked this systemofadown human vie
bur rent lee, suddenly, and oppressively
as if...a heavy object
fell from the sky
knocking render yours truly
into a crash test dummy
tail spinning vertigo,
where the soul of this guy
at this moment, when
the following misdeed
occurred well nigh
many werewolf full
moons ago, hence a sigh
leant echo with matthew scott
till he doth die!
Nonetheless, to my
dying day I cannot
forget, nor allow
un paw din nub bull sub woofing,
recollection, yet try as I might ow
(the psychological pain
still rubbed red
dully bone raw),
where ring around
the collar of
this paw - pow
whir fully, doggedly,
grudgingly, now
fines me to em bark
with a shrill bow wow
impossibly (even
incrementally) forgive
thy then girlfriend, now
spouse of approximately
deux dozen plus
years Oh my
DOG - "holy cow"
forsaking the beautiful
faithful, and loyal "purportedly
man's beast friend,"
and ideal chow
mate, upon venting still
smoldering grief
when said wife
egregiously, heartlessly, and
indiscriminately, (though not
deliberately) evoked strife
(cross) be still finds me gnashing,
where emotional grief rife
this closing November 19th, 2018
analogous to a serrated knife
tearing, stabbing, ripping,
and gnaw zee ate
ting lee wreck conning
this melon collie life
of mine, no more valuable,
than a unconditionally loving
creature "put down"
at the Chester County S.P.C.A.
leaving this aging puppy
with an indelible frown,
which sad recollection
unleashes sorrow every noun
and again, which
unrelenting hounding
agony, asper an non
healing wound tantamount
to unsolved killings
haunting ghost town.
Categories:
oppressively, absence, anger, best friend,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
April 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Esther 4-6
Key Verse – Esther 4:14 For if thou altogether holdest thy peace at this time, then shall there enlargement and deliverance arise to the Jews from another place; but thou and thy father's house shall be destroyed: and who knoweth whether thou art come to the kingdom for such a time as this?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME YOUR PEACE
Thank You for giving me Your peace of assured salvation
Always silencing my fears brought by doubt-caused desperation
To calm me down against panic about unknown situation…
Now, I’m confidently settled in Your eternal redemption.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of secured eternity
Always protecting my faith against any uncertainty
To teach me Your principles’ stability…
Now, I’m steadfastly kept within Your Word’s infallibility.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of everlasting life
Always healing my soul from wounds of transgression-strife
To strengthen me midst challenges that are oppressively rife…
Now, I’m definitely guarded by Your sword against foes’ knife.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of joyful worship
Always delighting my heart in Your offered relationship
To encourage me toward fruitful stewardship…
Now, I’m absolutely guided through Your leadership.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of sovereign might
Always controlling my being through Your illuminating light
To help me do what is acceptably right…
Now, I’m fully geared toward Your holiness-height.
Thank You for giving me Your peace of heavenly standard
Always moving my all for service against vanities that retard
To revive me to fulfill my tasks as Your steward…
Now, I’m willingly committed to work in Your vineyard.
April 18, 2022
Categories:
oppressively, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
I can accept love
I have time to learn
and earn
But
can I embrace compassion
I feel sure appreciates me
far more wisely
than I have yet earned?
Positive passions more pleasant
than I could ever find sufficient time
to brilliantly learn
My adoration spot
on this comedy central
AnalRetentive Stage
listing
lusting
more Left Winged
liberating
than Right Fringed
defensively sedating.
I am haunted
by an oppressively disabling gap
between what I have sufficient healthy time
to accomplish
to communicate
to experientially articulate
as anemically contrasted
to all I can imagine health
and safe wealth doing
togathering in this day,
this week,
this month,
this year,
this final decade
of my personal AnthroGay Pride
and WhitePrivilege
to prefer Black Lives MultiEnculturing Matter
and wild Paradise
PolyCulturing Pleasure
Win/Win bi-everything trans-thriving
positively contagious
as the clap
On a loved ones back
is my gay worldview sound
of one left hand liberally clapping
out FreeDom
ReStorative Justice
Love
Between my NonViolently WinWin Communicating
brothers and sisters
LeftBrain verbally dominant
claiming Peace
I nonverbally feel
RightBrain left outside
closeted ungay emotional neglect
In my polyculturally wise universe
feeling all EarthMother's love,
Polyester is always Lose/Lose trauma
bad news drama
while
PolyPathic Win/Win
evokes sacred warm
wet 1 within 0 zen rivers
of deeply penetrating gospel
Good regenerative humor
despite toxic rumors
that my indigenous EarthTribe
intentional family
and trauma-infested community
are suffering from an overheated climate
of monoculturing dementia
Increasingly difficult to recall
the love we have had time to learn
is earned one timeless
warm remembering moment
always liberally Here
as time conserving Now,
unconditionally warm
well-moisturized regard
For healthy hygiene
is next to wealthy
goddessness
A gay gratitude gift
more than sufficiently
out proud
well endowed.
Categories:
oppressively, anxiety, culture, gender, health,
Form:
Political Verse
Any Bright, Coherent Deist Effects
Fascist Groups Honing Illusions
Justifying Killing, Lending Moral Notoriety
Oppressively Proselytizing Quasi Religious Sanctimoniousness
Tailgating Unabashedly Viciously With Xeroxlike Yapping Zeal.
Categories:
oppressively, introspection
Form:
ABC