Best Pities Poems
The Youth:
The clock's face smirks at me.
It mocks my glare and irks me.
I roll my eyes, it grinds its gears.
I tap my pen, it tocks and sneers,
its minute hand a finger
that flips me off and ticks me off...
This class will never end.
The Dead:
The clock is a useless tool,
only taunting fools who let it,
only making rules that people fuel
by immersing their lives
in stringent time.
The Elder:
The clock 's face pities me.
It stares at me with sympathy.
It counts each white hair on my head.
It counts the lines that branch and spread
across my weary skin.
It ticks and tricks just like a bomb
counting down to an epilogue.
It counts my beats like a metronome
And tocks in foreign tongues.
Still, I dread the day
this torture stops.
The Dead:
The clock is a useless tool,
measuring mortality,
narrowing vitality.
Don't let it tick-tock away
the waning moments
and fine components
of your final days.
For Craig's "Talking to Yourself" contest
Categories:
pities, time,
Form:
Free verse
I That Because Of Your Attack, Will Never Yield.
No single tear given, nor I gift you an open field
so yes, make merry with your hatred and false face
as you pretend to be a true and great religious man,
a fraud, with your camouflage, you are a total disgrace.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Walking through majestic flowering meadows heart singing
as an ancient soul in poetry's many pass ways
ink will set and as my poetic words I be slinging
while you slither around within your hidden dark byways.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
This solemn vow I choose to make because of hate in you
as dawn its bright glory shares, my words will your evil haunt
never are given blessings to those that wear masks of two
with this new creation, you sad wickedness I now taunt.
I that because of your attack will never yield.
Robert J. Lindley,1-23-2020
Slam/rhyming poetry.
( A wolf in hiding, smiling behind its nasty evil nature )
Note: This poem is written about the one that hides to so falsely
accuse, demoralize and try to destroy other poets. He that shall
not be named but will suffer as all such hiding villains do.
A shame and a travesty that such a wicked soul gets by with such
reprehensible charades. Surely your envy/jealousy leads you to be
a tortured and lonely but hideously wicked soul. Yet a judgment
exists well beyond the scope of mere mortal man. Consider these
words as a poetic truth that will one day see you face the judgment
of your vicious and truly contemptible hidden deeds.
Tis I, that now deeply pities an evil wretch, such as you....
Categories:
pities, character, conflict, corruption, evil,
Form:
Rhyme
In times of retrospection we discover
The miles our vagrant compass trekked
Silent horrors from which we recovered
What be righteous or unworthy we assess
For to all children life is not toys and hugs
Or enchanting dances on daddies feet
But bitter realities of drunks and thugs
Eggshell walks and battering clubs
Bewildering the difference the years can make
And the choosing to which one is inclined
To follow the path with which they were faced
Or to carve a new path by need redesigned
They say that Rome was not built in a day
Stone upon stone is a sound foundation laid
Tethering twine pulling massive loads up high
Burying tears in abysses carving smiles from cries
Oh no, I'm fine. Concern yourself not with me
For I am the architect of my own design
Someday a pillar in the Temple I will be
My fortress not breeched nor climbed
My world hastens wisdoms patience
Compassion and mercy will abound
Fragrant love skilled willing agents
Through tenderness barbarians turn clown
Recreating the days of innocence
Forgiving those too weak to see
That some with all their pitiful ignorance
Have not the power to strip you of your dreams
There's a power of soul endowed to man
To walk by authenticity
Pities frown subsides as does vengeance
When taken hold of true humility
No promise of ease nor heart unbroken
To even one was this promise solemnly given
Though pain so deep to bleed is relief
It is friction that compels the driven
Though shadows past haunts you to fright
There is light to be found in its darkness
For shadows be slight illumination of light
The evidence of all you've accomplished
How far I've traveled from condemnation
My compass directs true north
On days my history taunts my persuasion
It's for loves sake I've stayed my course
Categories:
pities, abuse, memory,
Form:
Quatrain
God sees the poor in spirit* groaning in pain
Languishing in fleshly miseries where they’re slain
Being ruled by discouragement that’s vain
While hoping for His miracle to gain.
God invites them to immerse himself in His loving domain!
God hears them crying for divine aid and support
Excruciating from downfall’s discomfort
Wailing due to deceit and false report
While begging for His help, their ultimate resort.
God leads them to kneel with faith humbly before His gracious fort!
God knows them needing for urgent care
Beseeching for His assured welfare
Ailing with discontentment’s scare
While longing for His promises they treat as rare.
God brings them to His throne where at His blessings they can stare!
God understands them sighing anxiously
Expressing their complaints sorrowfully
Murmuring about unfairness grudgingly
While questioning their state bitterly.
God counsels them to seek His will meaningfully!
God recognizes them in their struggles against frustration
Succumbing to sinfulness’ oppression
Leaning toward welcoming desperation
While craving for His pardon’s restoration.
God grants them forgiveness upon confessing their iniquities of destruction!
God remembers them cringing in difficulty
Mourning over their self-inflicted calamity
Grieving because of worldliness-caused infirmity
While yearning for His joy and tranquility.
God cares for them with His mercy, guiding them by His light’s authority!
God pities them in their woes as they feel worthless
Wallowing in the futility of slothfulness
Afflicted with the guilt of fruitlessness
Pleading for His compassion and faithfulness.
God instructs them to serve Him thru His power to enjoy His bountifulness!
*Matthew 5:3 Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
December 15, 2018
7th place, "Tinker, Taylor" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward; judged on 12/29/2018.
Categories:
pities, christian, faith, god, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Accepting Pain
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Accepting pains,
I fain life becomes troublesome.
In Sun or rain
As days of great helplessness come.
Praying remains,
Sustain hope that hurts shall soon go.
Forestall complaints.
Watch faith with great endurance grow.
Go not insane
Nor spend thoughts on self-pities lure.
And be not vain,
Dwell not on aches without a cure.
Jesus the Christ,
Pain and death without protest bore.
Kingly gifts, myrrh
Scores of sins roared upon Christ's door.
God's Begotten
Willing, complaint-less, crucified.
A mortal man
Suffered pain and shamefully died.
Soon pain shall pass.
Living truths prepared souls procure.
God judges last.
Trusts, take comfort as pains endure.
ã October 31, 2009
(Dedicated to all that suffer with the
mental and physical ills of mortality-
Never give up!)
Categories:
pities, health, upliftingpain, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme
He built a hut
In a tract of a wild country
Not too far from my neighborhood
I visited him pretty often
To gather crumbs of his wisdom
He was my big pal
His name was Mr Green
A wise sage of stoic antiquity
One in a million
He called me son
I loved a girl in my hood
Her name was Daniella
But I was afraid of expression
Afraid of being rejected
And once a day I visited Mr Green
He told me a tale
About two clashing enemies
In the time of old
And all the pities their enmity distilled
He ended his tale with his favourite words
"The folly of love is better
Than the seeming wisdom of war"
I told him about Daniella
And the fear that lurked
He smiled and said to me
"Fear is not real
It is but a mere illusion
Commit totally therefore
Those illusions to the flames
Move yonder and advance
The younger flame that has been sparked"
I had never doubted Mr Green
The whole night kept me awake
As I besought the muse to sharpen my flow
On the morrow
I stormed upon Daniella
In the meadow
Enjoying the grandeur of nature
And I simply said to her
"There is harmony and musical solemnity
When musicians play their instruments
And each person follows the staff of the notes
Let our hearts therefore fall into tune
Just like the musical harmony"
She jumped and hugged me tight
In a complete delight
And I felt like flying with her
In the wings of the wind
Big thanks to Mr Green
Categories:
pities, friend, love, muse, parody,
Form:
Free verse
A sleeping beast
Or winged messenger from God
Lays its quicksand of the truth
And I am spat like a petal from some nameless bloody heart
A constant question of the proof
I scratch in complacent deals
With my fellow’s skin and drone predators
While living in the fields
A cauldron drips
These poppies fix
A soldiers boot
Addiction is
The needle spent is where I live
But faith can be
Such a fickle masturbation of sentiment
Did I nail myself onto the wood
In scarlet scars through shrinking palms
Sacrifice my history
So they could write a misshapen allegory
So they could rest their scraps
In painted psalms of papier-mâché
None of it was me
I was not born to be
An asset
Of their delinquency
Did I lay myself out in love
To hang there torn upon the cross
A plush riddle in comforts upholstery
The benediction of their ease
The filthy placebo of their greed
In the ragged bones I fall to earth
In the moist illusion of the dust
With this wretched taste of famine in my throat
Am I the benediction of their greed
The filthy placebo of their disease
A nameless child who scavenges
For every single breath
As I lay here in the dirt
And in the gluttony of the church
And so for pities sake
Just one more obloquy of prayer
In the chronicle of remembrance
Or sleeping angel
A winged beast sent from the savage eye of God
Lays in the quicksand of the truth
Spat from a stinking petal
Of some cringing bloody heart
And I will gather here a while
The meagre scraps of dust and earth
A constant question of the proof
Categories:
pities, timegod, prayer, god, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
Once upon a time…
I said- oh no, Never would I have one.
But I was kissed by a Pit Bull & he stole my heart.
Really he is so very sweet.
I just say to uneducated people,
I am sorry you are a racist that is too bad.
I remind myself, that people taught other people
To believe this way.
Our adorable, loveable babies are just victims that way.
Every race holds unkind people and any dog can do wrong.
But it is the Pities who pay, for the Humans--cruel ways.
Someday, people won’t be so judgmental.
Don’t hold your breath, it may take a long time.
This world is a mess,
Till then we try to help the humans learn.
We will walk with our heads held high and
Our Pit-Bulls by our side
To protect them from those evils of mankind.
I kissed a Pit-Bull and I liked it—Try it sometime.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao
Categories:
pities, animal, best friend, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
These days they protect the sinners unlawfully
discarding all good values where equality has become a twisted act
against victims loyalty burning sacrifice hell
it has no fury like the scorn of the devil in such a beast
unforgiving creatures born from nightmares
they exist to walk this earth like a plague
fighting this evil chain weighing heavy doomsday
disturbing humanities balance in such weakness their grows strength
where hope cries for the love of God within pities sake
truth is overturned inside seedless lies corrupting morality
giving the podium to a shame and disgrace against peace
the oldest story has awakened today leaping through time
errors of judgement will befall us all if we remain blind
Categories:
pities, betrayal, conflict, god, heart,
Form:
Free verse
"Self Abuse"
Imagining how my own hand would taste
I want to punch my own face, is that such a disgrace?
I bet no one would ever know
It is I that throws the blows
Could I knock myself out?
Or should i just hit my own mouth?
Maybe Ill black my left eye
Ill use the right one to cry
just how long will it take
once I am out to awake?
This way I will recieve love and sympanthy
And lots of company who pities me
Come on its time for the show
Today I will start by busting my nose!
Categories:
pities, abuse,
Form:
Sonnet
I wanted to be a rich girl
In my posh executive suit
But then a little person
Made my life change route.
Posh make up replaced with eye bags
A bulge replacing my waist
The fear of getting through bed time
Worse than any meeting Id faced.
Rats tails Instead of a style
My nails not polished and posh
I think there was a good few days
I’d even forgotten to wash.
You think deadlines are scary
My friend you haven’t known fear
Til your child is standing, their nappy is gone
And theyre smiling from ear to ear.
Don’t ask about my nice year ‘off’
I can assure you that my leave
Was hard enough to make a stint
In prison sound like a breeze.
So while the brand new office girl
Smugly pities me
Lets take a short reflection
To view my new CV…
I am a master multi tasker
No job too small or big
You’ll never know what patience is
Til you’ve watched EVERY Peppa Pig.
Deadline shmedline I’m not phased
Reports don’t bring me sorrow
I’ve had that dreaded letter
‘He must be Superman tomorrow’.
So you want creative do you?
I must think outside the box?
The **** I’ve made with cards and glue
While we were sitting out the pox.
I’m a motivational speaker
I pull solutions from the hat
I can engage an entire crowd
With the attention of a gnat.
I work straight through, I don’t take breaks
And I don’t charge double time
I adapt to situations
All the freaking time.
But I am stronger than ever and wiser
And for that I will never be glum
No career move can ever be greater
Than being promoted to ‘Mum’.
Categories:
pities, career, funny, mother, my
Form:
Rhyme
Among such smog-soaked folk
As curdle-coil in cloud-spun smoke
Along the grain-cut naves
Which, God-heavy, lie stiff as staves
On sad-strung ouds, yet creep
In concrete-crumbled static sleep
Over cambered cities.
Whose peaks and troughs ebb with pities;
A ring-road tidal flow
With human crest now sunk below...
Categories:
pities, city, identity, innocence, life,
Form:
Verse
When Love Has Faded
When love has faded and seem unclear,
I'll but know by then that life is dear.
With harsh tones from a lovers voice,
One will see that love has no choice.
Because from bitter feelings of past shame,
From one to another we all take blame.
Blames of devotional need and trust,
Caring desires of ones emotional lust.
Still the support of warmth brings shade,
For feelings become rejected than fade.
Fading from pities shameful needs,
Wanting when your heart hurts and bleeds.
Now these moments of rejections pain,
Will leave me alone without gain.
For when life has a lesson to teach,
One will come to feel a strong breach.
So when love shakes your hand and says good bye,
Its only a feeling and some wonder why.
Categories:
pities, best friend, devotion,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Curve on the lips pointing towards the left,
purpose in concealing smile by theft,
fear concluding the tilt dutifully kept,
sheen so sacred for the humanly unkempt,
lie defeating truth and questions attempt,
to bury secrets and the joy when you wept,
need to monopolize the time which left,
madness and intensity thoughts forget,
dependency nurtured and eyes never slept,
fate divine and destiny inept,
an act occupied for the search to wait,
lie pities truth and puts on bait,
mysteries and lies famished minds ate,
faith and ego loneliness bates,
preference of truth gifted mind hates,
appetite for imagination creates,
remoteness from object who deject,
unrequited expression to the faces reject,
fables of a drunkard enthused by intellect,
memories alive must you forget,
innocent cries must they neglect,
euphoria weaved in mystery,
occurrence of mastery subliminally,
a beam frowning continually,
answers buried faithfully,
bluffs me entirely,
uncanny riley of a smiley.
Categories:
pities, mysterytruth,
Form:
Lyric
we awoke to five machine guns
staring at us
all were American made
therein a comfort
another American in a foreign land
the caveat, Federales were holding them
we were naked
Sally from the Alley and i
wanted to ask us a few questions
i made my way to my pants
promising God, if you would
get me out of this one
i will never touch another drop
the caveat, never promise in haste
as she arose
five machine guns followed her
half-naked across the room
the caveat, opportunity invites celerity
quickly i slipped my grip on the rum
two swallows down
Paul's epistle to Timothy
a little wine for thy stomach's sake
and your frequent ailments
such as my hangovers
on the other bed lay
Tennyson, Kerouac, Yeats, Dickinson
playing deaf and dumb
along with a quarter pound of smoke
i will give you five to one
they take the smoke
and leave the poets alone
the caveat, they did
well gentlemen say i
none spoke English
i will give you five to one
i will get out of this
God pities drunks and idiots
already two get-out-of-jail-free cards
i did after hours of questioning
a refresher course on Mexican law
and the realization come morning
the reason for all of this
i would be burying another friend
because of alcohol
just when you have life figured
it slaps the smile away
Fergus Falls 96 The Patient Stones
“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.” William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
Categories:
pities, addiction, best friend,
Form:
Free verse