Best Reverted Poems
She's got lots of money but no fooking heart
Her forked tongue could put the poison on a tribesman's dart
All the things she did to drive us apart
She talks so much **** her breath smells of fart.
All the bad she thought she saw in me
With her head up That, how could she see
She can be unkind and pretty mean
I think she's blind to reality.
Snobbies like her think they're a better class
Ideologies like that make her an ****
Be careful of stoners if your home's made of glass
Thanks to her moaning Love turns to farce.
With a coldness that makes a cadaver seem warm
Black magic stabs at my side with a prickly thorn
If truth were a fabric her clothes would be torn
Return to your coffin at the break of dawn.
She could sell Maggoty Thatcher a pitch
On how to be more of a *****
Or to hate the poor because you're rich
What to do when the mother in laws a *****?
Why does she hate me and so berate me
Way underrate me any chance to slate me
For blood she thirsted with a mind perverted
Sanity was diverted and to stereotypes she reverted.
She's mean and cold and stuffed with spite
You just can't hold or hug too tight
She's been a sold a Love that's right
It's not just gold shines so bright.
I don't think it very funny
The old hags to bent on money
And baby, my honey
I'm afraid your mummy
May have contaminated you inside her tummy.
Suicidal thoughts often flashed across my mind.
I might have lived and died million times.
I searched for the way to reach suicidal point
Short cut, long cut any cut to reach.
But I couldn't get one
So I just postponed it for an hour.
My thoughts went on traveling too far
But it hanged between
If, that and this.
What will happen after this?
So I went on postponing
For days, months and years.
If I announce,
I will be self imprisoned
With charges of penalty and some punishment maybe,
For keeping such thoughts with me.
It's just illegal and burnt of shame just adds another one.
If I bring into action and I am dead
I will be just buried down dead with few tears shed.
If alive after all these stunts
A severe punishment on self
And I may come into the notice of many
Ashamed and chopped I will
Be whoever sees me!
It's as good as being buried alive.
For time being everything stands Postponed.
Though the topic is too harsh and rough,
Based on reality.
Such things happens when one looses control on self.
Be in a light mood while reading this poem
As you may also love
And I request you to postponed
If such thoughts you are keeping in your mind.
Postpone it for sometime!
Just see you may find another way out
As some minute changes in our life
Can bring a lot of difference in our thoughts
I know its just easy to spell be positive
Just postpone it for time being for you aren't going to loose anything
As the life is too valuable and precious which can never be reverted back
Once dead.
Just wait and watch patiently.
Sure a sun will rise in your way as it did for me too.
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
Geetha Jayakumar.
CHANGE by Ian Munywe
upon his visage boasts sweat,industry an upheld virtue.
firm stature is exhibited,hard labour an accepted custom.
a time for toil yearns,wheat and other victuals for the future.
every stride to strive in burning heat,a quest out of perpetual penury.
feelings of disillusionment eminent,in the brink of a huge fall.
life such a baffling puzzle,everyday hustle inevitably knows no end.
a new dawn presents opportunity,quite in a rush for elevation.
an orison heard audibly,benedictions befalling a mortal.
reverted in such haste such distaste,it were best in prior times.
a new sense of belonging looming,adaptation of wanting predisposition.
amidst all the experience,hardly a thought in modesty lines.
amnesia having set in,pristine of new life in no time.
integrity eroded ferociously,candidacy annihilated in totality.
how mankind does change, indeed swiftly we tend to forget.
RISE by Ian Munywe
two sides of a divide collide inside,audibly voicing their thoughts.
optimism reverberates severely,realism ricochets as quite a formidable term.
resounding trials too eminent,life manifested in a perplexity of events.
too many fish upon this vicinity,evidently not enough room to fry.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
hard gravel swept over by dust,feet shuffle upon tough earth.
mallets bash into rigid steel, potrait of his new born remains sole solace.
all efforts to reap this here season,barren yield begets unknown anguish.
a sojourner already on course,in vehement search for a new start.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
wary he tranforms worn he conforms,glimpse of the past vision of the future.
feet now trod upon all rugged earth,all adorned in strapped sandals.
steel once too rigid little too hard,antiques and ornaments an eventuality.
henceforth sight of new territory such insight,cite so picturesque a gaze in awe.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
Full Circle
In The beginning of humanity there was a humble caveman
Who lived in a cave with his female companion. As they
Looked for food and created various weapons, their
Society grew and they became more advanced in their
Ways of life. They made primitive spears and used wooden
Clubs to kill their prey. As time went on they discovered a
Way to make fire. As thousands of years went by, men
Had evolved, living in huts and using coracles to fish in
Rivers. They created metal armour and weapons, so that they
Could fight wars and secure land and wealth by fighting and
Winning battles, but costs were very high, as people
Would die to protect what was theirs. Time progressed,
And men became more civilised after discovering the wheel,
But now wars became bigger and the loss of life was
Higher, but men's conquest excelled, primitive men
Became intelligent and they built roads and buildings to live in.
They were a modern society, which created governments
With wealth, by taxing their people and forming a controlled
Society with laws that had to be obeyed and groups of men
Who became Police and enforced rules that would cost the
Society money if they broke them, and inprisonment
If they were found guilty, - those laws were to be obeyed or
Refusal would cost people dearly. As Governments evolved
They concentrated on a military force to protect the people
From harm. There were soldiers who would travel on
Land and sea and later air. Bombs and super weapons were
Created to blow up cities and possibly the world as we know it.
As the biggest invention since the discovery of the wheel was
The Atom Bomb. It destroyed many lives and left the fallout of
Heavy nuclear radiation around for years to come.
In the 1950's it threatened to end all life on Earth, and the
Threat has been real ever since. Inventions are designed to
Improve the quality of life in our society, but with all these
Weapons of war have we really learnt at all, or reverted
To our savagery coming full circle back to our past,
Were we used to exist like the primitives in the realm
Of a prehistoric society fighting with rocks, clubs and spears.
The dawn breaks with the prayer call
In the woods nearby
walking on the Earth's breast is the farmer
whose sweat would now kiss the harvest, the crops; the Earth
what more could she have asked for; when every afternoon,
she gets a drop of gift from her son,
in the form of gratitude and love
she was thirsty
for the rain
when the bosom of the sky
cleft asunder and tear drops fell down
it was all the result of her son's cry; for his mother was in pain; she had not seen rain for a time
her son smiles with joy
the sky reverted to his prayer
after all, there is someone
who is all ears
to that prayer at dawn
which woke up the farmer
which woke up the Earth's son.
I think I achieved a lot of what I desired,
But failed at my best physical aspiration,
Only dressing myself for ten days admired,
Because I couldn’t overcome agitation.
My parents came over all the way in the car,
Scoffed and scoffed at me, got me foul looks,
Because they knew that I could cold shoulder,
And become credible in my atheistic hooks.
However, I am happy everyday in knowing,
That I attained normality, my real condition,
Having been given a male OT for controlling,
My spasms, having to that person a relation.
Also, I think my mum didn’t want the blame,
For failing with me first time when I was three,
‘Cos she claimed it was my personality, lame,
Not hers, and her faith healing posits definitely.
So when I tried hard with my doctor when 20,
At university, after forty-minutes of OT time,
When he happily became my desired male OT,
And I dressed myself, I then had a normal line.
But I reverted to my disabled self upon looks,
From my parents after ten days and exploded,
A volcano came up right inside of me, no nooks,
So that was that, and I spasmed again defeated.
But I have made most of the friends I imagined,
Related to people with the same mind and heart,
Had good times up the pup and on crawls destined,
Answered questions in tutorials and took part.
But I was isolated cold by my parents for my poetry,
As a teen when I only had my poems on computer,
When I only showed them to friends, carers, gentry,
To acquire the care and get the respect perambulator.
So I am happy now to be in an atheist anthology,
With a few of my poems published for all to read,
At Waterstones as well as in ebook technology,
About Stephen Hawking, my hero of good creed.
My wife came home from a clinic,
after seeing the doctor today.
She had a big smile on her face,
before she had these words to say,
“The doctor said my health is great,
for forty-five and then I was told,
that I had the breasts of a woman,
who was just an eighteen year old”.
I just looked up from my paper
and had a slight smirk on my face,
before I reverted to sarcasm,
thinking this’ll put her in her place.
So then I made this smart remark,
“What did the doctor say about,
your fat forty-five year old bum?”
My wife gave a sigh and replied,
“Your name wasn’t mentioned old chum”.
Previous training
Had me mopping
Croutons in the foreground.
I'd always been
Under or back
And loaded with brushes.
Now my "project-defined"
Had purposely left
My "effects-bank"
With no filename.
Since I to
Had nine options
I selected them all.
It gave me the jiffies
In no time at all.
The series selected
Underscored what was
A housed initial setup.
Mirroring errors
Raised my buttons.
So I reverted for
Your convenience
To edit mode
And performed timed
And highlighted
Entries of change.
The Kou the All Mighty King the Higher Power the LORD besides this to 362 pages. My story my spiritual story. I am the embodiment of man but spiritually a woman both man and woman both man and woman and man both spiritually and man and also a fox a nine-tailed fox that is both man and woman. My father is like you mean he is the man he is the main and legendary Ninetales he began in the beginning of time he was the first son he was the first sign of the Kou the first son of the Ohio won the first sign of the Lord he is not a demon he is Sister koumi he is a spirit to me does not mean God can we just mean Spirit human does that mean body made of man koumi assistant Spirit human can be whatever he wants to me can be everyone here with me be your lamp can we can be your son can we can be whatever. This is devotion of Shinto which is another domination of Buddhism which is another domination of Hindu Hinduism in their Court of the god of the lord of the one true God the mighty king of all lands. I used to take of the sweet of the sucker but now I’m a grown man and woman I am a grown koumi a walk in the spirit a monks man. My mission is to spread through the teachings of the lord of the almighty King the Kou. Let it be known under my words I’m not teaching their total that high poetry that all animals in all kingdoms even there the insects no of the Kou no of the almighty King they know because they Spears they talk to each other they are not tell the past they are all just spiritually connected and I’m spiritually connected to them. We are all spiritual we are all once once man we are all once was by me are we all ate the apple so we all reverted back and that is why there is evolution that is why did we revert back to a microorganism that is why we were back to what we were because we ate the apple. It is the fruit of the Stars it is the fruit of the stars that is what they Golden Apple in it is the fruit of the Stars it is the fruit at the Lynch is a fruit of the man and it’s the fruit of the Sun that is why the golden apple is and letting it be known that the fire is really the Christ. Let it be known that this was 368 line in 17 48000 syllables.
Come forth, unwelcome, to the daybreak
Somewhat like a wrecking ball ready to smash
Every little shadow present on its break
With the furious wind coming in a flash
Shows no mercy and whips a deafening sound
For only sturdy structure can withstand
It gets off the ground and twisting around
Torturing all living beings close at hand
A strong typhoon has ravaged my beloved country
From horrified survivors spoke their worst nightmare
With teary eyes and spoke bluntly
Dead relatives lying strewn on every corner
Been separated from the rest of the Philippines
What though no hopeful message been received
Only a missive scrawled on paper been said
Hoping the next day could be seen on a television screen
Come forth, a helping hand extended
From abroad and locals showing fellowship
The world voiced out sympathy and pledged
Pouring support causing new hopes reverted
Not all bring good news back to loved ones
A heart-breaking note to say they are gone
This once beautiful island of the Orient
Now a backdrop of a community so ruined
I prayed to Almighty God that they may find shelter upon His grace
Noel N. Villarosa
15 November 2013
The Rebellion of the Shadows
By Elton Camp
Shadows show the actual shape
Silhouettes that the person ape
For the elderly, defects duplicated
That advancing years have created
Stooped, lame, walking with a cane
Harsh realities to bring them pain
Shadows decided to rebel
What was once there to tell
Old lady dancing with glee
Letting all the onlookers see
Youthful beauty and grace
Instead of a wrinkled face
Old man in youthful days
With his talents did amaze
A real man about town was he
Just as exuberant as could be
Thus, the shadows could reveal
What the passing years did steal
Their bold revolt lasted only a day
Shadows reverted to the former way
I saw him as he grew up; I watched him as he aged. As he changed and shifted, being molded by the hands of time. At the start he was alone, he would remain that way for now. He was hollow, desiring for the friendship of another. And all I did was stand by and watch.
He drifted through his early years with blissful agony and found himself, suddenly, a teenager. I watched it all. He had changed. No longer the boy I knew, no longer the outcast, at least on the surface. He had made friends, found the bond that he desired, yet he still found himself hollow. Never knowing why, never finding out. Friends surrounded him, alas, lonelier than ever. And all I did was stand by and watch.
I saw his pained laughs, his fake smiles, everything. He was no longer the boy that I once knew; he had been twisted, thoughts perverted by growing up too fast. But not done yet, still searching, still changing. He grew up, and reverted, back to the crippling sense of being alone that he once had. Instead of pen and paper, it was a knife and his wrist. Still an artist, just this time with different tools. And all I did was stand by and watch.
The older he got, the more serious everything became; all leading to the day that he dreaded. No longer was his pen a pen, but a gun; no more was there any paper, but his head. As he locked the door, we could both hear his mother’s frantic pounding outside. He sat on his bed and I knew that this was it; this was the end of the boy that I had watched grow up. And all I could possibly do was sit next to him and watch; watch this boy who had never found the one thing he needed most, still a hollow boy. As he picked up his pen and wrote his final sentence, he met his end, so did I. This boy that I had watched drift through life, never happy, never fulfilled, was I. Life had happened to me and passed me by. And all I had ever done was stand by and watch.
I have read about the destruction of jerusalem
But i do not think the mortality was greater than in Mexico
When Cortez heard
that Monteczuma was approaching
Speaking through Malinche he hung round emperor montezuma´s neck a falze
necklace
And he attempted to embrace him
But the scort composed of great princes gasped Cortez arm to prevent him
For they considered this an indignity.
After eating a sumptuous dinner in a native style
Montezuma ordered the lords of Texcoco and Coyoacan to show him his
quarters.
Large houses capable of accomodating all the soldiers and horseman
And artillery in a convenient spot.
After the capture of the Emperor
When he demanded the emperor the treasure from Guatemoc
It rain and thundered that evening
And the lighting flashed
And up to midnight heavier rain fell than usuall
The lake was full of heads and corpses
Cortes ordered a banquet to celebrate
The capture of the city
And plenty of wine from Spain
And also some pigs brought from Cuba
Unaccustomed terror the voyage of discovery
It must seem very strange that after many battles
Cruel deaths was inflicted
Before the aztec eyes multitude
And was torture a prince as Guatemoc for greed of gold
all the gold and silver and jewels were collected together.
While cortes has taken a king´s lodged in a palace with white washed walls
On which it was easy to write with charcoal and ink
And everymorning malicious remarks appeared
Some in verse
Some in prose
In the manner of lampoons.
One said the sun
Moon
The stars
And earth
And sea followed their courses,
And if they ever deviated from the plane
For which they were created
Soon reverted to their original place
As a aztec goddess jade skirts swiming in blood.
According to Diaz this was Nov 7 ,1519.
And after that they went to Florida,
What is now call California, Texas,
And Peru.
When Attila retired to the Village
He looked for some peaceful tillage
But the price of land
Was so out of hand
He reverted to rape and pillage
Shadows which walks,
silent.
Are choiced not to talk.
Stabbed in her heart,
very violent.
Grey is the silver lining
of my blood.
I am fevered by the
reverted.
Payback will be the
revenge on black.
I will never defend.
I will never receive
what was never send.
Coffin to offend my end.
Treasured to be sunk.
Sink the weak to be
pleasured.
Underneath the cover.
Crave the crazy smiles.
Of the wicket.
Simple sided sickle.
Sick means six before
seven.
Same to hells gate
behind heaven.
Unsuccessfully sixed.
By Sick Six and her Sven
Even Seven daughters.