Best Patronise Poems
Poetry of my inner museum penned by keys,
to express the prelude to my anxiety and agony.
A panic to release my frightened barbed mind,
no longer to live this awful innermost state.
Uttering my release of grim gruesome emotions,
and my inner light and dark of my moon,
My secret knowledge deeply hidden and annoying,
opening the tunnel clearing all that is opaque.
Now optimistic I strive to remain victorious,
my oval eye to scan for my minds inner pride.
My right to build my own minds monolith,
no longer patronise and wound me in my plight.
In control, again to be whole not scattered,
in my life that was less fortunate and vindictive.
Avoid dark, a path threatening to destroy my soul,
move to the bright light away from the vicious, and
towards a new beginning, finally living and happy.
Categories:
patronise, betrayal, confidence, relationship, slavery,
Form:
Free verse
I promise
I promise to love you deeper than the Atlantic Ocean
I promise to adore you higher than the Killimanjaro mountainous romise to care for you more fragile than a wine glass
I promise to keep you closer than my attitude
I promise that our love will be stronger than a wine of Johnny Walker
No matter the highway is too risky,the E_toll gates so many I promise to go nor travel the long distances for you
I may not promise you the Heavens nor the Earth for I don't have the power to
I might not buy expensive gifts for you to prove my love
I may not promise you my life for I need it to keep on loving you
I may not promise you the 100% of my love for if I Love you 100% and you also love me 100% it'll be 200% which is impossible, so I promise to love you 50% and expecting you to meet me halfway by loving me 50% so our love will be 100% stable
I don't mind repeating the words I love you each and every second,every minute every hour every day every month every year,every decade and every century
My love for you is real no need for a prophetess nor a prophet to prophecy it
I promise to be like a patron and patronise you in each and ever way
Believe me when I say I promise to keep my promises
Because I promise
Categories:
patronise, boyfriend, cute love, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
Opaque moon our beacon in the night's darkness
In the museum of time the nocturnal hours
are the most annoying.
We creep in the monolith shadows
hiding from the vicious and vindictive.
Frightened by the grim and gruesome
blown out of proportion by fear
and everything that's awful.
We look to the oval moon as a prelude
for delightful daylight.
We take pride and feel fortunate in finding
the dawn, blushing bright, victorious.
We patronize the amazing opening of day,
drawn to her light.
For Shadow's
Make a Poem *2
N/A’d
Darkness versus Light is the theme
Use all the words listed below
*Awful, *amazing, *annoying.
*grim, *gruesome, *delightful.
*frightened, *fortunate, *finding.
*monolith, *moon, *museum.
*oval, *opaque, *opening.
*patronise, *pride, *prelude.
*vicious, * vindictive, *victorious.
Categories:
patronise, dark, light, morning, night,
Form:
Free verse
Vindictive and vicious is the night
as grim and gruesome shadows shroud
the light, an opaque cloud darkens the moon
as frightened creatures scurry at awful and annoying howls
finding cover int the bushes, or behind a monolith
in a a museum of the unseen
the heavens are fortunate now
As a prelude to the morning comes
to patronise the morning
sun, amazing is the light of dawn
delightful in its clarity, opening up to a new day
The victorious sun shines bright
taking pride in the strength of its rays
As an oval cloud rides the wind
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7/14/16
Categories:
patronise, dark, light,
Form:
Free verse
My freedom, my interactivity,
I owe to you and your stickability,
Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me,
You have a voice in my vocality.
The cemeteries and the epitaphs,
Are the courage and valour graphs,
Defining the mechanism, the paths,
Of the affirming victory day laughs.
I do not patronise the direct benefit,
Of remembering our heroes, the fit,
Because they did conquer and out wit,
Communism, death the Nazi’s pit.
Near to me through my late RAF dad,
Through his terror and in the hell he’d had;
It was for us that they were deeply mad,
Intent on life by ending Nazism bad.
Thankful for this November time of year,
It's a time to appreciate those near,
To ISIS, to the enemies that we fear,
So that we can live and love clear.
Categories:
patronise, courage, freedom, political, religion,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
It comes in many shapes and forms
Some from abuse some from wars
Others include accidents or death
One thing is real they are all bereft
I'm talking about ptsd in remission
Anyone can suffer from this condition
It is always there in the mind
Helpless lonely feeling blind
To help these people you must be strong
Sometimes it's tiring and days are long
Be there for them when they call
To you it may appear so small
Give them a hug if there are down
If there tears are flowing don't just frown
Listen to them as their fears unfold
Pull up your chair as experiences are told
Once they've spoken do not mock
There mind is ticking like a cuckoo clock
If you do they may implode
Or worst still totally explode
What they need is a reason to live
You are the power and need to give
Don't condescend and say normal stuff
It will be ok is not enough
Find something they can grab hold
A purpose in life that can't be sold
A feeling of a accomplishment is a must
Alot to give and gain there trust
Once this hurdle has been broken
Many other things will be spoken
Listen intently and offer advice
Whatever you do don't patronise
If you struggle and can't complete
Liase with a charity who you can meet
They will help you save this friend
Ptsd is a killer and that needs to end
Categories:
patronise, inspiration, mental illness, military,
Form:
Free verse
THE STREET CHILD.
Nzongi N.Mwero.
Cell phone +254727254534.
Why me Am like a doll?
Why me not play a ball?
Why me not receive a call?
Why me if I become tall?
Why me if I become sick and fall?
Where is my mother?
What happened to my father?
Who is my brother?
Who is going to bother?
What wrong did I do to deserve treated like a dog,
What can I do but beg and steal,
Sometimes I cry otherwise I weep,
And sometimes I try to forget it all,
Please do not patronise me otherwise do not ignore me,
Just think me as another human being.
Am thinking to be great,
Am thinking to be nice,
Am thinking to aim higher,
Yes I want to be what my parents want me to be,
But how?
What should I do?
To go to school,
To play on the streets,
Or just sway to music in my mind.
Problems – Problems- Problems,
And I’m still young not even 10 years old,
But wait I have get the answer,
Let’s I try to shape my life for a better future – Yes –Yes-Yes.
Categories:
patronise, my child,
Form:
Free verse
- APPARITION-
Cloudy coffee in a silky morn .
A harvester was feeding in a field of corn.
My wishing was that I wasn't born
Apparition.
Her love has left my bed unmade.
Her heart has turned into a hand grenade.
Blinded justice with a flaming sword
Muted sentence doused the written word.
Apparition
Freedom found in a guilty plea.
I did the deed but it wasn't me.
Here we stand in a court of law
Words exchanged when she slammed the door
Apparition
Misty mountain is missing you
Blood pressure over two sixty two
Replay the scene as she walked away
Filling out forms - latest title - divorcèe.
Apparition.
Sold the van in lieu of suicide
Sold the house but kept my pride
Drive to town before she drove me mad
Envy others for what they had.
Apparition
Sarcastic scene I always criticised
Wheelchair cripple wouldnt compromise
Cremated love tries to patronise
I was never there had a love affair.
Apparition
Separation
Competition
Categories:
patronise, divorce,
Form:
Free verse
In the museum, you will find amazing history regarding
the relics of our past. Gruesome and grim in their telling,
a dark prelude to everything seen by the moon.
But hold it delightful that these days are behind. That the
awful atrocities of times gone by, are not a monolith towering
and looming over our future.
Know then, that we need not be frightened by the opening of
the book and the turning of the page. Take pride in the light
we shine on our darker moments, a reminding of who we should
never be, the vicious and vindictive tyrants of yesteryear.
Let history bare truth in its will to patronise us over prior mistakes.
We are fortunate to have the opaque plaques of reference to the
crimes of time, and what is lost to the wind.
May we never travel the same road twice. Finding ourselves victorious
only by being continuously retold in annoying fashion that this is where
we've come from. Looking on with oval, hope-filled eyes, believing we
now have the light to overcome the dark.
~Make a poem *2 Contest~ Hosted by: Shadow Hamilton
make a poem about light vs dark using the following words:
Awful, amazing, annoying.
grim, gruesome, delightful.
frightened, fortunate, finding.
monolith, moon, museum.
oval, opaque, opening.
patronise, pride, prelude.
vicious, vindictive, victorious.
Categories:
patronise, books, dark, education, history,
Form:
Free verse
Are You Skew-Whiff?
Are you feeling rather skew-whiff?
Awkwardly placed and standing?
upside-down
back to front
inside out
topsy - turvy
Are your senses damp and unresponsive,
Beckoning confusion and despair?
Does your heart pound even when there’s nothing exciting there?
Forlorn, sorrowful, despondent,
You patronise your grief,
Focus on your problem,
To attain some relief;
You keep flitting to your pleasures,
Lack, for contemplation, a quiet place,
Force your troubles into the backroom,
You’re not to dignify your face.
Tomorrow is for thinking,
Will exist to accommodate,
The glumness and the wretchedness,
That seems to obliqueness and gloom proliferate.
Rhoda Monihan
13th October 2015
For the contest Creative Layouts, sponsor Broken Wings
Categories:
patronise, confusion, crazy, grief, memory,
Form:
Concrete
“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild]
CP, autism, or whatever [you lure].
You’re just a player. [There’s] a level
playing field. I hope people will see
me and feel inspired to [start to bevel]
with sport and not give up.” Soundly.
Emyle made his debut in Rio 2016,
He coaches at football with West Ham,
He has Cerebral Palsy, is a mild clean,
Says that attitudes have changed, bam.
He says you should pursue dreams,
And not quench them or patronise -
Anybody with CP who sports screams,
“The world is your oyster!” So ionise.
He says that: “Put in the extra work
you need whether it be [in] training,
ball work, fitness or whatever [murk]
and make your dreams true,” aiming.
Categories:
patronise, football, strength, summer,
Form:
Quatrain
I’m living on the street, that does not make
Me yours to feed with food I do not eat
Though I may lay my hat before your feet
My history is not your tale to take.
I’m old, I’m poor, I’m ill, I haven’t got
A pot to piss in, or a welcome mat
You still don’t get to patronise, or pat
My head as if you think I’ve lost the plot.
I’m pregnant, I’m in prison, I’m alone
I’m lost, I’m frightened in a foreign land
I’m vulnerable, but not, you understand
Your *****. My mind and body are my own.
So touch me not, nor tell my tale for me
For I am not your public property.
© Gail Foster 17th May 2018
Categories:
patronise, humanity, integrity, poverty, pride,
Form:
Sonnet
Fundamentalist Christians row over piecemeal things,
Over whether baptism is required for heavenly sings,
Over whether baptism is needed for heaven’s welcome,
Over whether baptism is demanded by god to overcome.
I don’t know how many times I was asked about baptism,
Whether I wanted baptised, they didn’t accept my atheism,
I’d stated it to my parents but had a question in my mind,
About whether they’d told my so called friends who’d mind.
But I said no, and explained Christian atheism fair, square,
Didn’t mix my words nor hesitate to extrapolate with air,
But each one said to me I didn’t know my own mind simply,
Which left me very distressed, very much in a quandary.
They were playing the mentally ill card, when I was not,
They wanted to patronise me to chide and see what I’d got,
But I didn’t like it so withdrew from their sphere, company,
Which made me feel better, gave me dignity and harmony.
A stillness with life and a peace about my so uncertain future,
A habit of reading, even if I’d already read them in conjecture,
Since my parents restricted me to only five philosophy books,
In case for researchers and academics, thinkers, I had looks.
A fundamentalist household is not a peaceful one, stable,
But is distressed, fragmented and broken, that’s irrefutable,
You suffer displacement because your atheist leaves you,
To ruminate upon his interjection which is to see you through.
I think it’s better today, atheists in god families have voice,
They can be respected for devious acts of normality, choice,
They can refer to teachers for love, for secularist edification,
And have access to the medical profession for an adulation.
Categories:
patronise, abuse, faith, god, parents,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Suck off
Ted’s teaching grandma to suck eggs
“Don’t patronise me lad,” she begs
"It’s a job I can do
SO much better than you
Just scarper on your asses legs!"
Gran whispers words I won’t repeat
Ted’s blushes as red as a beet
She is so worldly wise
And it is no surprise
This jackass won’t usurp her seat!
Categories:
patronise, humorous, relationship,
Form:
Limerick
A circular blue distorted haze, the portal as it is known,
So tangible you could feel its powerful force,
Transporting the space craft to worlds unknown
Via spontaneous computers which navigate its course.
Travel of an exquisite exhilarating kind, the most advanced to date,
A phenomenon creating a fixation never previously observed.
Transportation to surely determine mankind’s fate
The revelation that hopefully our civilization will be preserved.
With the Earth in its dying hours, some humans patronise
Refusing profusely to accept our doomed fate,
Preferring ignorance above intrigue, a failure to recognise
That this portal is our only enterprising, freedom stargate.
28th January 2020
Eight Word Challenge 1 2020 Contest
Sponsor – John Hamilton
Categories:
patronise, science fiction,
Form:
Rhyme