Best Purgative Poems
HIV Positive
I am HIV positive that I know,
But I will exercise my civic right,
As my blood continues to flow,
For my views to be heard I will fight.
Known to have been wayward and careless,
That does not mean I cannot be benevolent,
Which had made me to be fearless,
This malady has made me to be malevolent.
I Love playing poker with my dames,
After basking in the euphoria of many liquors,
which has actually earn me my fame,
Soon,I will varnish like the gas vapor.
But,the doctor told me I`m negative,
My blood was mistakenly substituted for,
Ha!this news serve as a purgative.
Categories:
purgative, health, me, me,
Form:
Burlesque
She muddles an unusually warm December
dark drooling deep afternoon
Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids return from school,
recomposing herself against a grey back porch wall
Knees up,
peering out
listening for wonder
How her life is the same,
and different,
compared to her backyard river
flowing surely and widely
but silently south
while a raucous river of cars in front
shuttle up and down self-stated highway's over-fueled Advent
of relentless unholyday traffic
Punctuated
with rambunctious horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended "Hello"s,
"Just passing by...."
EarthJustice passing
water toward southerly Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back
across a dusky front yard Advent
of early evening's commercial family business,
industry,
institutions for competing corporate commodification
flowing toward stealthy syncopated impatience,
and then by-passing away.
By-passing,
messiah's mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and hair,
hoping her river loves co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motor air
surging through more urgent toxic time
investment to completely commercialize
UnBirthing Wonder's purgative sacred flow
into therapeutic nature.
Flow,
transubstantiating home and families
into consumer markets
floating down her river of mid-December's discontent
with waiting.
Discontent,
gloaming river fog
Spreading miraculously radiant
around one uninvited yellow street light
waiting for her family's magic blue bus
delivering this December night's
transforming rebirth.
Categories:
purgative, business, christmas, imagery, river,
Form:
Free verse
And anger
Is a friend
That the oppressed
Must seize;
A purgative drug
To cleanse and preserve
The knowledge
And indignation
With which they affront
Agglutinated
The excesses of apartheid!
Come! Behold the scars
That those who angered
Seized- arms outstretched
Their spears flaming!
And you who dither
De-ice your souls
With flames of anger;
And un-reason
Will succumb
To reason!
Hail vanguard
Of our freedom! Hail!
(Poem written for that dark era, happily, now past!)
Categories:
purgative, anger, political, drug,
Form:
Free verse
In my game of life
I play sometimes against,
and sometimes with,
Time as Other player
Playing against
seems to have bad odds of feeling like a winner,
while playing with time
feels like we both win,
at least some Time,
especially if we simultaneously stretch
our love for gaming
together
more than apart.
In my Evolution Game,
playing with and against Time as Other,
my rules emerge natural laws of healthy
and unwealthy
economic trends
and social order
and political balance
witnessed by elder spirit voices,
iconic memories of past plays
with diastatic/static
diastolic/purgative
evolving rules of vocational recreation with co-passion play.
Nutrient rules flowing through my veins
and out through rivers of arteries of positive/negative trees
deep fertile cuts and folds,
articulating primal neural streams with suboptimizing substreams,
swelling mainframe-economy with synaptic political revolutions
dispelling cooperative win-sufficiency contentment,
more sustainable midway rest from playing against
one
or more Other.
Now, in Time's anthro-game of evolving life
s/he plays sometimes against anger and fear memories,
and sometimes with love and peace future investment
with winwin outcome intent,
co-arising regeneratively healthy Anthro-Egos as EarthTribe players,
also running coincidental WinWin, WinLose, and LoseLose
comedic and strategic and tragicn
naturally emergent health functions and dis-easing pathology
with transitionally revolutionary co-incarnate bilateral form
as indigenous anthrocentric PlayNice frequencies
of EarthTribe Time.
In our love of healthy environment-winning games
we play sometimes against win/win
inside/outside communication stretching regenesis,
and sometimes with win/lose Othering
unnatural unloving death-wishes
The reverse of
strategic nutrient-nurture optimization players,
whenever and wherever we can hunt and haunt them up,
make them up as iconic gods and goddesses,
as necessary to harvest win-winnowing wealth
together
better than apart.
In this funny little evolution game,
it is wrong because impossible
to harvest winnings we have not seeded,
as individual ego players
and as a potentially EarthTribe
of team-life is for love players
and not lose/lose hate sayers.
Categories:
purgative, environment, games, health, nature,
Form:
Political Verse
Jesus comes take me home
I just can’t live alone
Rama comes take me home
The pain has reach my bone
God please take me home
Don’t want to hurt no more
Now that she’s gone
There’s nothing to live for
I am not religious
But I know right from wrong
And thought I try to be righteous
In hell is where I belong
Sell me a piece land
Need to get a burial place
Get me a wooden box
And bury me in disgrace
Want to leave this human race
No longer can show my face
My love vanish in to space
And my life become a waste
So she broke my heart
With out a hint of remorse
The happiness I found
Is the happiness I lost?
But I would never beg
Even a dog must have his pride
With alcohol and drugs
Will kill my self from the inside
Give me some cigarettes
Want to get cancer in my brain
Give me some alcohol
I want to drown my pain
Mama come bury your son
Forgive me what I have done
Father goodbye to you
I can’t come to heaven too
For I can not live
Without the love she give
This is my purgative
So don’t think I’m negative
To my brothers, this is the farewell
I have love you all, More than I ever tell
To all my family, this is the end
Thank you for the time that we spend
Good bye to all my friends
I know some of you really do care
But now I’m dead and gone
Your memories of me will disappear
Categories:
purgative, farewell, introspection, lonely, loss,
Form:
Light Verse
Miracles of GrandMother WinWin Tree
begin with her purgative peaceful birth.
For at this time,
so long before her cycling rings of time began,
we see her original seed
and this seed's less original composting environment,
and within this brief timeless moment,
before her WinWin becoming,
these each appear to decompose LoseLose into each other,
yet fertilely so,
beginning GrandMother Tree's long waging of peace-filling rings,
recycling time's historic four fractal-dialectic seasons
of regenerativity.
Once begun LoseLose zero-sum balancing,
GrandMother revolves through days and nights
emerging relentless WinWin creolizing root systems
of zero-sum regenerativity.
For each new ring another year of cooperative becoming.
Mostly cooperative,
and only minorly competitive,
or becoming decays to no longer being,
yet even this continuous transition
is not equivalent to springing back to prior springs.
She cannot go home again
because she carries her original home
within her still small skeletal seed regenerating within,
speaking of past purgations and migrations
yet all while extending further rooting down
ever richer deeper cooperative
health-seeking WinWin system sensors.
And so, at last,
GrandMother Tree begins to fade from Yangish life
toward Yin-emptying death.
Whether fast, through uprooting hurricane,
or slow, through slowing drying aging defense/offense loss of balance,
her woody organs disintegrate
creating creole compost perfect for her seeds
and, even more richly,
for seeds of her adult children,
now become intrinsic to
her densely rich WinWin forested environment.
Her forest floor
each spring
producing LoseLose metamorphic creolizations
of seeds and composts
remembering each WinWin peace-filling other
GrandMother Tree winds and voices reweaving nutrients of time
as regenerative ecopolitical space
still system rooting for waging peace,
ever more cooperative.
Waging LoseLose war
prefers competitive discontinous imbalance,
as waging WinWin peace requires root systems
of cooperative continuous balance.
Categories:
purgative, culture, death, life, peace,
Form:
Political Verse
I have no rational faith
that I can remember,
much less with full-will to comprehend,
spiritual Beings as progenitors
of natural becomings
No faith in "God" as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA
naturally fractal
round orchestrations
evolving regenerate systems
for economically enlightened co-invested relationships,
or politically co-empowering compassion.
No faith in exhaling purgative decomposition,
reductive pathological Evil and Death analysis of
mindbody experience
without prior appositional, dipolar
healthy wealth of information,
fractal strings of (0) soul dialectical polymorphs
confluently optimizing neuro-sensory
win/win co-reception
and responsive experience of healthy regenerative
"EarthGod" is good
enlightened inhalation,
empowering absorption,
resilient ego/eco-consciousness
Peak Beloved Climaxing
Win/Win crowning
cooperative communication,
reiterating primal relationships of mutual-solidarity
positive/negative co-gravitational
re-connecting co-messianic intent.
I have rational bicameral faith
that we can each and all fully comprehend
ego/eco co-binary bodhisattva partnering consciousness
as EgoBody Yang
Positive-Left Thought = NotNotNegative-Right Feeling
EcoMind Yintegrity
restorative binomial equity.
Here, in this polymorphic timespace
metasystemic mindbody sacred place,
we may rediscover treasured wealth without walls
of cytosine-biocentric QByte/8-bit reverse hierarchical
+/(-,-) 0-binary, double-bound temporal/spatial
bipartisan dipolar apposition
normative liberating/conservational
passion/pleasure fractals
reforming eco-political historic knotting
herstoric knitting
resonant octave empowering sound frequencies
of Earth's green/blue/white/grey network crown
enlight/darkening seasonal neuro-systemic harmonics.
DNA health wisdom
leading toward our dual
EarthTribe her/history,
divinely humane
compassionate destiny.
Categories:
purgative, adventure, birth, birthday, christmas,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
Nondual Listening
Co-Incident Id-Entity
Co-Arising Empathy
fertile EarthMother revolution
Pupils notice
left-deductive
reductive
conflating
labeling
commodifying
dividing
Left from Right dominance.
JustUs Rights
restoring Earth's evolutionary co-arising:
harmonically polyculturing Beloved Communion,
resonantly resilient longing
to belong co-equivalent with Left.
JustUs Permaculturing Mentor
mutually messianic co-redeemer
spiritual health as natural wealth intent
through resiliently wealthy
resonantly healthy
ego/ecotherapeutic praxis:
"Permaculture" as paradigm
designing organic zero-centric whole system therapeutic frame
for designing win/win development,
evolving seasoned revolutions within spacetime
Nondual co-incidental co-arising
Hosts inviting Polycultural Co-Passioning Parasites
Love consumers
and Life producers
DeComposers and ReGenerators,
mutually coherent co-operations
merging healthier polycultural nature environments
within and without conspiring landscapes
more polypathically healthy
than monoculturally unwealthy
Co-redemptive economics of naturally healthy
political wealth,
nondual bi-iconic in/ex-formation balance
zen system of co-arising dipolar discernment
co-manifesting Nondual Win/Win Destiny
EarthTribe dying and living
co-developing exhaling and inhaling
both summer's fullness and winter's purgative hibernation,
enlightenment's fullness and dual-dark embryonic emptiness
optimizing Left's deductive/inductive syntax
and Right's Win-Win eco-normic codex
Sustaining cooperative +Yang/(-,-)Yin equivalent balance
double-bound temporal flow as prime co-binary function
EarthTribe's
Permacultural Sacred Commons
recomposing root-systemic empowerment
at crowning zen-speed
of core-chi bicameral enlightenment.
Polycultural MetricSyntax
+/- C's dipolar appositional co-relationship
Physically Full/MetaPhysically Empty
Zen-Tao-Mahakalpa
NonDualistic CoBinary Prime
Crown/Root 0-Soul.
Categories:
purgative, earth, environment, light, nature,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
“ LIFE WITH IT’S QUINTESSENCE & PURGATION LIFE “
Life is Quintessencent
Friends are Purgative
Mentor as Citadel
Surroundings are Alamode
Goal is Antecedent
Results are Candoured
Future is Begget
Excellenceas an Compendium
Aberration as an Cajolery
Assonance of Happiness
Live life with Bravity
As life is Celestial
Wriiten by : -
Abhishek sasan
Categories:
purgative, lifelife, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Divorce is…
Cathartic, purification
Therapeutically purgative
Like colonic irrigation
Categories:
purgative, lost love
Form:
WORD FOR TODAY: POSITIVE
Happy New Year is a confession; it’s more than a NARRATIVE
It means you are willing to purge yourself of any NEGATIVE
It means that in any circumstance, you will only see POSITIVE
It means when friends disappoint; it wouldn’t seem PUNITIVE
It means you are now optimistic; without taking a PURGATIVE
In 2017, “follow peace with all men”; that’s the new DIRECTIVE
© Wole Popoola 2017
Categories:
purgative, analogy, appreciation, dedication, desire,
Form:
Lyric
Always try to make others happy
No matter my situation
I feel it’s the way for me
To really be a happy man
Don’t think it as being stupid
Just a life being well spent
But we all have our minds
to make our own judgment
If you are feeling sick
Will take you to the hospital
If you want to notified family
Will use my phone to call
If you are feeling hungry
Will give you something to eat
If you need to go in the store
Will drive you up the street
if you are homeless
Will put a roof over your head
If you got nothing to sleep on
Will buy you a new bed
Just To make you smile
I will do all of this
But don’t ever take
My kindness for weakness
If you are feeling tired
Will help carry your weight
And of your hands are hurting
Will stop and open the gate
If you just have a coffee
Will give a bagel with cheese
If you catch the cold
Will give a tissue if you sneeze
Will give you a foundation
So you don’t wonder aimless
Just don’t ever take
My kindness for weakness
Not because I’m generous
Don’t mean I expect from you
I expect nothing in return
For the things that I do
It’s my purgative to be considerate
It’s what I choose to do
No one ask me to share
Anything I have with you
Being kind is my choice
And I can stop anytime
I can be sweet as sugar
And sour as a lime
Just like to make others happy
I enjoy doing this
Just don’t ever take
My kindness for weakness
Categories:
purgative, introspection, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Some people lie for no reason
Some just tell lies for fun
Some lie because they’re selfish
And don’t care if they hurt any one
Some lie to be unfaithful
Some lie to get something on sale
And all they crooked politicians
Lie to cover up their trail
Face book violating our privacy
Lie and say it’s for our protection
And if you only complain to them
You lose your account or face suspension
Every one of us is liars
And I don’t care who you are
Doctors, priest, or teachers
Governments and movie star
Sometimes you will have to lie
When you don’t use commonsense
Like to get out of $250 ticket
So you won’t lose your license
Some liars is like alcohol addition
They are always recovering.
When they get caught they cry
Saying sorry, but they still do it again
But if you don’t want to be lie to
Ask no question in the first place
Cause don’t matter what they tell you
You know they lying to your face
When liars do speak the truth
No one will ever believe them
Even if they swear they’re honest
And they really have a problem
Remember the boy who cries wolf
To get every one out their home
That’s how liars without consciences
Will always find their self being alone
Some knows how to strengthen a lie
By mixing a little truth in there
Showing you they only have $ 2 dollars
Saying man can you buy me a beer?
Sometimes you have no choice
So telling a little white lie is ok
Like when you owing the light bill
And need a little more time to pay
As long as you’re not hurting no one
Then is your own purgative
But if your lies are spreading rumors
Then that will be very derogative
Categories:
purgative, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Sometimes the kneecap is sitting in
An unbalanced way
This can cause the kneecap to slip out of the joint or
Put more pressure on the thighbone
When Jericho was with me on the peak
Of Mount Tai he fell to his knees
Causing bursa inflammation
A common type of knee injury of football players
He initially didn't weep, but
I encouraged it
Medical benefits of crying have been known
As far back as the Classical era
Like a purgative, draining off
Releasing stress and emotional pain
I told him on that mountain summit
To think about poetry and he thanked me
It was Winnie the Pooh that set him off
Categories:
purgative, humor, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
What is life with out hope?
What will we do without it?
Hope is what keeps us going
with the courage to never quit
We reach out and hold on to
Any hope that we can find
To bring temporary comfort
To our over crowded mind
It’s natural for us to lose hope
And walk around with a despair face
But then logic is if we never found hope
How can we lose it in the first place?
But still we keep holding on
Looking ahead for the greener pasture
And the moral strength of our past
We will pave the road to our future
Hope comes in all forms and reasons
Many hope for different things
Some hope to see or walk again
And some to fly with broken wings
Some hope for wealth and power
Some just hope it rain from above
Some hope for health and food
And I just hope to be with the girl I love
When we see someone with despair
It’s like looking in a mirror
Its either we been there before
Or it’s waiting for us round the corner
Some are born with golden spoons
There forks never got stuck in the roads
And the never had to hope
Because they carry no heavy loads
Not all carries kindness in their hearts
And that is their purgative
But without kindness and compassion
Then you have nothing to offer or to give
And although not all will admit
But every one hopes for the best
And some succeed without even hoping
And some just face a lifetime of test
Parents wish the best for their children
And pray to keep them safe from harm
But sometimes things just happens
And the sea can no longer be calm
And it’s only who in the kitchen
Can really feel the heat
And hope gives us courage to fight
Until our victory is complete
And sometime we will reach our limits
Pushing, pretending, getting frustrated
Tired of falling down and getting up
But still all we can do is hope and wait
And no matter how bad our situation
There is always some one worst than us
Just look around and you will them
On the streets, stores and city bus
And if they reach out a hand to us
Then we must pull them of the slope
And For that moment to them
We become a shining light of hope
Categories:
purgative, hope, inspiration, inspirational, life,
Form:
Light Verse