Best Renege Poems
“And you call yourself a bloody cook”, this mongrel shearer said.
“I oughta ram this rubbish down yer’ throat, it’ll kill a bloke stone dead.”
He’s talking ‘bout the stew I burnt, which I hoped he couldn’t focus.
That he’d gulp it down with ‘red-eye’ wine, and he would fail to notice.
But no, my luck was out, he flew raging from his seat
“You’ve put a taste into my ‘gob’, now I need something sweet,
What’s in the fridge;” he yanked the door, took out a plate and bowl,
On one was chunky custard, and one a mouldy sausage roll.
“Look at this!” The shearer screamed, so all the mob could see.
First they eyed the sausage roll, and then looked back at their tea.
“Hang on” I said, “You ‘mangy’ lot, what you’re seeing here,
Is something I can’t be blamed for, they’re from the cook last year.”
“Git’ the boss!” I heard yelled out, and one went for the door.
I need this job and need it bad … to them I vowed and swore.
I’ll clean out the fridge and lift my act; then promised I would bake,
A treat for them on Wednesday ... my special chocolate cake.
My memory’s a little blank, for the ingredients I need,
I’ve got most in the cupboard, with no recipe to read,
Butters scarce but lard will do, and the milks a little sour.
None of them are ‘gunna’ notice, the weevils in the flour.
There’s salt and caster sugar, I need cocoa but there’s none,
There is a tin of milo though; its use by date is March of sixty-one,
That’s everything to make the cake; all I need’s an egg to bind,
Oh yes! There are two in the fridge; last years cook had left behind.
I got down the mixing bowl, and took some water from the tank,
Spooned out a couple of wrigglers … the dead ones to the bottom sank.
I’m not sure about the ounces or the tablespoons and such.
Cups of this with drops of that, but does that really matter much.
The only time I wasn’t sure, and felt maybe should I renege,
When I cracked the shell and found, a half grown chicken in the egg.
But they’re shearers here, big and strong, who’d never get to eat,
Let alone a chocolate cake, but one that’s made with meat.
The oven’s hot, the textures great, I greased the baking dish.
The cake was cooked and it smelt great … every shearers wish.
But a chicken’s foot stuck out the top; I cut out and ate that bit.
You know this chocolate cake of mine, tasted – more – like … ‘passionfruit’!
I will pay no more
I declare myself bankrupt
I cannot afford
the interest rates
All collateral is spent
so I must renege
So weary, so tired
of bearing these false burdens
Now I cut the cords
I cast off the load
and lay it before Thy feet
The debt is cancelled...
WHEN I WAS LITTLE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
When I was little everyone was old or tall
An innocence that spiraled into free fall
Most everything then was black or white
Most everything then was wrong or right
I trusted anything that was dosed to me
I thought all ideas were given motive free
Then as I aged the white inched into to gray
The black wasn’t as inky like on the first day
Only natures action are faithfully true
Veracity depends on “ what’s in it for you”
The truth can be skewed to suit any end
Omissions make deceit easy to comprehend
The truth isn’t as clear as best I can recall
Depends on the author, is it factual at all ?
The truth can be hazardous to ones health
It gets in the way of accumulating wealth
Scams and shams should be an olympic sport
Like sworn testimony in many a court
Those guarantees that never will expire
Save the certificates for starting a fire
I am cynical, doubtful about any narration
Fidelity is now a figment of my imagination
It’s especially sad when the government lies
No regard for the impact on peoples lives
Those that are trustful keep close to you
Force all others to prove they are true
It’s easy to be honest, but easier to renege
What the hell happened on the road to big
I heard her cackling, wicked with delight
Looked up to find her evil silhouette
Against the amber moon Halloween night
Seeing me below, she made a dire threat
“At midnight your teeth will fall from your head
Your thick, lustrous hair will drop to the floor
Your sight will be blocked by a veil of lead
And you won’t see your children anymore”
From my porch I ran in and slammed the door
Stowed candy away, no more trick or treat
Disappointing the kids I did abhor
But I had to lie down, get off my feet
Shivering in bed, I dreaded her curse
Felt her hazel eyes still staring at me
Waiting for the onset of things adverse
Her menacing presence chortled with glee
Clock struck twelve; I had to call it a night
So warily I removed my brown wig
I took out the dentures that felt so tight
Took off strong glasses, hoping she’d renege
*Written August 10, 2014
I spent too long in the sand,
the day has ran,
I am a dam,
the waters run cold,
and that is bad,
turn around and grab,
because the air of the wind isn't fun,
teeter totter with the band-
let um go laugh...
Take a polygraph: ask
'how sad are the sad?'
Then wake up to a face,
she is your great big taste,
she thinks the world renowned isn't insane,
it is just unclaimed,
overdue and over blamed.
Just like you on your way...
Stop saying that you might be gay,
just f*** f*** away-
do a couple drugs and open your eye's for today,
you might just say hey-
I can be there,
I can prey,
I can be cannibal,
I can punch away-
so what if I can't win a fight,
so what if I only have so much time,
suck this big fine...Pig...
I pay your wage,
and I renege,
even when there aren't good cards to play,
I say that's sick,
jump into it-
let people know when to sit-
suck this, big man-been there done this!
Suck fist!
I'm young and have yet to be dissed!
...be in remiss,
do a job that's stupid as s***!
If time is a diss-
if you start now and start to hate ...
Time isn't a kiss-
if you let things go and still think that you're swift,
time can be a big miss-
unless you show heart and shuttle people out of the mist.
You promised on our wedding day
To take me for your wife,
That from that day forward
You'd stay beside me all my life.
Yet when better days were over
And money got a little tight,
You started being horrible
Causing us to fight.
You promised you would care for me
In sickness and in health,
And yet as soon as I got ill
You left me by myself.
You promised to love and cherish me
Till death do us part,
Yet you never meant a word
You've broken my heart.
Promises, promises,
You're dishonourable through and through,
A renege, a traitor
And yet I still love you.
Dealers sell drugs not far from your door,
patiently waiting there in the dark.
And with cash in hand, you leave once more,
to troll back alleys: daunting and stark.
A storm-soaked sky spits pieces of grey,
hammering the ground with hail and rain.
And as you stumble along the way,
fear triggers jolts of remembered pain.
Junked up specters, these prophets of doom,
pimp their products with swagger and style.
And stake out recesses in the gloom,
where lies get exchanged: for denial.
Ignoring your pledges to abstain,
you renege on your vow to stay clean.
And stick a needle into your vein,
slipping right back to where you have been.
Just another monster to defeat,
Death bides its time, while watching you crawl.
And the consequences of deceit,
are: that no one will care when you fall.
Dear god, she prays, an unfamiliar sensation,
The words tripping clumsily off her tongue:
Dear God, I know I don’t talk to you as often as I should
And I know I sin like it’s going out of style,
But please,
Please, with icing sugar and bourbon on top,
Please don’t take this gift away –
Please don’t renege on this cushy deal,
This transcendental understanding that lies
Between your lofty lap and my roman nose;
Please don’t take my lover away…
This divine effigy of manliness and destructive beauty,
Please let him stay with me, as mine,
At least for a few years more;
Don’t smite him with your bolts from the blue,
Or slip him a tender dose of death in the witching hour;
Please don’t infect me with some outrageous affliction,
To drive him from my side
And please, oh please, don’t corrupt the fragile love that blooms,
Tenuous and oh so sacred, inside the walls of his generous heart
For it is this love that nourishes,
That sustains and rebuilds and redeems this, my condemned soul
He is all that stands between me and the gallows of hell
Without him I should be lost, cut adrift on a high tide
Of my own masochistic machinations
And, weeping, wailing, I would slowly drown,
My lungs filling with the residue of my broken heart
And the filth of nineteen years of dogged sadomasochism
Until, with a last lachrymose sigh, I would slip beneath the waters
Never to see him again, my fallen angel, my ashen deity,
My testament to true love…
Never to kiss his heaven-sent lips…or stroke his feather-down hair
Or spend another blissful night,
Tucked safe inside his arms…
TOO LONG LORD
Too long Lord,
Too long to repair your estate;
For how long shall you wait
Watching your morning sweat going
Down the drain? Your inertia worries me.
When the seas run over their beaches,
Why Lord ? Why are you so indifferent ?
The damage of Tsunami, typhoon this,
Typhoon that; why are you not moved Lord ?
Too long to repair your cottage;
The global warming is threatening here:
The polar bears are becoming vagabonds,
Aquatics disappearing like morning dew,
Man’s house now man’s hell ;
Lord, is your stool now forbidden ?
What is the profanity in Lord’s house
That warrants this abandonment ?
Are the angels reporting adequately?
Dinosaur is no more here,the households
Of lion and elephant are now minute, the tigers,
Pandas, Zebras, Giraffes , even Sharks will
Soon be living in books; what Lord ?
What happens to your procreation machine ?
I say your inertia worries me,
Would you renege Lord ? There is time and season
For everything you said , but when weather
Changes on its immortal axis; what becomes of
Time and season !!!
When will you restore the missing plants ?
Take the census of the botanic and realise
How desolate your garden has become.
Too long Lord, too long to repair your estate;
Adam and Eve have returned to Eden,
Haste up Lord lest you lose your estate to negligence.
Can I have your attention please;
Just a moment of your time.
In life we have no guarantees;
We must live with our begrime.
No do overs where it matters most;
No chance to sit idly by.
To sulk within our morose;
Or play into the conquer and divide.
Let us be as the bundle of twigs;
And come together as relations.
May we never attempt to renege;
The promises to the next generations.
Get your minds right peoples;
Balance and harmonize.
Media makes you sheeples;
Regroup and optimize.
We may not change the past;
Nor should we forget it either.
The future is our's to cast;
Bite the bullet, not the teether.
Your wounded pride is no excuse;
Your anger serves you little.
Warrior up and be of use;
These times are far too critical.
Gather together and unite;
Make a solid commitment.
Your inner spirit.... Ignite!
We must choose to circumvent.
Hand in hand, heart to heart;
For the betterment of all humankind.
Let none distract or tear apart;
Or deflect our state of mind.
A Little Phone Call Malcolm and Donald
by Bob Moore
Hello Donald
That Afro-American President, lived there just before you
agreed to take these Middle Eastern fellers from Naru
they are a bloody handful, getting worser every day
when you gonna send a boat, and take them all away
A deals a deal out here in Oz, even if its dumb
hope you will not renege, we’re still your bestest chum
here in the Southern Hemisphere, and maybe in the world
we help to fight in all your wars, so don’t act like a girl
--
Hello Malcom
I heard about that stupid deal, you did before he left
a swap for some Columbians, you both must be bereft
not sure which of them is worse, but one thing that I know
there’ll be some heavy vetting, before you let them go
Out here we have our own problems, don’t know if you’ve heard
eight years of Pres, Obama, but now the people stirred
they want to make America, the way it used to be
no matter where you come from, settle in, and you’ll be free
So nobody can tell me, what is best for me to do
friendship, begging, threatening, its not all about you
I have a land of willing soles, and if they work with me
we will make America, great again, you’ll see.
Goodbye
I can’t hear you- you see, 'cause my glasses are crooked,
And I hear with my eyes so I never get "snookered".
So beware what you do, not so much what you say,
And if you "renege" then you must walk away.
"Cause cheaters are booted from this old card shark's game,
And if I'm outplayed, (God forbid) - I'm to blame.
Oops, I got bumped, (now, my glasses are straight),
I can hear you quite clearly now, you're looking great!
Keeping One's Word is a rare find today,
Since VERY few follow, do what they say.
Words are so easy to dispense and spew,
But require investment to follow them through.
When in confidence to someone you speak,
Can you really be sure, they will not leak
Anything said in private to another soul;
Can they really be trusted to be not a mole?
VERY few can be believed, trusted this much,
And in your absence, when you're out of touch,
They'll tell another what they swore they would not
And it's not because they simply forgot.
So many times I've heard the same ol' line,
"It's between you and I; don't worry, it's fine",
Only to discover eventually and learn,
What was said in private did come back, return.
How many will promise there's something they'll do,
But then forget what they said and don't follow through?
Then when you ask them about doing what they said,
They react with belligerence to fault you instead.
VERY few people actually will ever keep their word
And when they renege, they'll claim you've misheard.
If you then prove to them what in fact they said,
Don't expect apologies, just insults instead.
Keeping One's Word is indeed, a VERY rare trait
That only a character of excellence will cultivate.
One who does not can never be trusted completely,
If they place no value on behaving discreetly.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-10-21 19:57:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
*VIDEO of Justin Bieber's Talk of his Affliction on YouTube
Justin Bieber's Ramsay Hunt Syndrome
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Justin Bieber announced that he is taking a break from performing after being diagnosed with Ramsay Hunt syndrome (RHS), a rare shingles-related condition that has paralyzed one side of his face.
2022 June 14
I have opened my soul and my heart to you
My mind has ingested every part of you
I have allowed you to feast upon my body
I have enjoyed you like you were my hobby
My love for you is unfortunately one-sided
This thing we have has me feeling slighted
It hurts that my feelings are not returned
And your lack of emotion has me feeling burned
When you don’t return my calls, it makes me feel the fool
Sitting by an unringing phone, the torture is cruel
When you say you’ll do something then you renege
It breaks my heart like it is some sort of fragile twig
To put my faith in you and all of it be in vain
Makes me bitter and consumed with disdain
I don’t want to hate you because you are a good man
You’re just not good for me and you can no longer be in my plan
I’m tired of crying these tears of sorrow
Because I yearn to have a happier tomorrow
These pain-induced tears that you have continuously caused
Has made me think and put my life on pause
Why do I always do this to myself….self-reflection
Allow the unworthy to have my heart…constant rejection
I’m tired of crying behind someone who doesn’t even want me
Wasting my emotions on something that wasn’t meant to be
I’m bleeding inside from the pain of a broken heart
But now, it’s past the time for us to finally depart
Maybe one day, you’ll open up yourself to love me
Maybe one day, you’ll open your eyes to finally see
That the love I possessed for you was real and true
But by the time you realize this, it’ll be too late for you.