Best Sabotaging Poems
Too little
too late
God said to me
in this dream I had about fate
So I asked him
what did he expect,
A goody two shoes
a prophet
a saint
to be something I ain’t
Not at all he said
I want to be entertained
Eternity is boring
mostly people snoring
especially at night
and during the day on occasion
Look god! I walk around an
Amazon warehouse all day
pigeon-holing tat
picking this and that
How am I supposed to amuse you
Well I do enjoy you
breaking stuff on purpose
sabotaging the line
Bunking off for a smoke
going to the toilet
and drinking erm… doing coke
Ok hands up!
I admit
I’m a total chancer
and do stuff I shouldn’t
But it’s alright isn’t it
that Amazon place is full of s-hit
Yes it is a terrible kip
but more fun when you entertain
Like in your last job
listening to you lie
not taking the blame
asking me to help out
In your moment of doubt
All that stuff you stole
and barely got away with
on the whole
That was quite funny!
Oh the (paper and plastic) I gathered,
before selling it to the highest bidder
Throwing expensive stock out in the trash
The owner was a bastard
all things considered
a miserly swine
But nevermind
Thanks!
I did need a dig out that time
Hey! remember when I was aged about 7
and was told my pal went to heaven
Why did it happen
A year later walking to school with another kid
he was only 8
And that nut-job attacked us with a hammer
Put a hole in my friends head
The blood pumped in fountains of red
I thought he was dead
All the gore I’ve seen
witnessed a killing at 18
Trying to hold down an abattoir job in between
Yes! Life ain’t pretty by design
sometimes the stars just won’t align
Others times they go nova
and leave black holes behind
still you’ll never really understand
The powers in command
So how about this poem
Will it see me home
Does it amuse you
are we cool?
You’re still alive aren’t you!
By
David Kavanagh
Silhouetted Stagnant Shadows
Stagnant shadows of night sequestered slaves in sight
Faces fading in fright as the fear feeds the lethargic light
Silhouettes of love in plight demons dancing in delight
As darkness devours the white, images surreal will smite
Within negative reflections of my loves dire defections
Outlines of lost connections metaphors of misdirection’s
Dormant internal infections reliving raging resurrections
Silhouetted projections of my dismal depleting affections
Black portraits of palpable pain never to rejoice and regain
Darkened phantoms of grain scornfully sabotaging the sane
Deceivers of the defiant drain tragically tangled of the twain
Vanity in a voiceless vain the sentinels stand in their reign
A dark matter display particles of light have gone astray
Within a decomposing decay a silhouetting fractal buffet
In my capturing love delay, silent shadows bitterly betray
And now my dreams are far away within a black hole ballet.
Sept.08.2017
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It is the conversation
between the poet and the jester.
The poet- with solemn introspection;
the jester- with careless regard,
each captivating the other.
It is the ultimate irony
of this unlikely coupling,
entwining their words,
combining truth and mischief,
sabotaging established decorum.
Neither threatened nor contrite,
nor challenging the others' wisdom,
but with enthusiastic fornication
and eager indecency
they consecrate their mutual madness
Horrid hellion hunger that rips apart the soul
Sadly starving siblings where death takes its toll
Crippled children crying a mother lives in hell
While wicked ways of man making money for their sell
Vindictive violent victories, of man vs. man
Kabbalistic killing kids a death wish with a plan
Wrathful widespread Wars with blood over spilling
Betraying battling brothers kiss their cross before the killing
Repeated rancorous raping for only a woman knows
Destructive demeanour dancing the desecration of a rose
Sabotaging silent stealing virginity within the night
Demonic deception dwelling a battle we must fight
Let us pray now for all of this we can abolish
Breathe in strength and give the world its needed polish.
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Thus I sail the sacrificial scabrous seas and touch tormented tides
Battle-scarred in the breeze and washed ashore where evil hides
The Sun regrettably retreats where malice mortals digressively dare
Walking barren saliferous streets where I live on a penniless prayer
The citadels of submission crucially crumble where they saintly stand
In their unholy cognition you are a slave to their carnivorous command
Embedded in stone my tangential tears will endure beyond the grave
Bludgeoned to the brutal bone by the unlawful carnal knowledge knave
Lost in oblivion my blood runs calamitously cold by the river's edge
Beware the Ophidian with sabotaging scales leaving you on the ledge
Deceivers of the realm punitive penetrators connivers as they clutch
They manipulate and overwhelm with their torturous tender touch.
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Aug.01.2017
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1 original, poem on the theme of abuse, emotional, sexual or physical.
Any form is acceptable.
Sometimes I like myself more than I should
Other I wonder how I ever could
I believe I'm My worst enemy
Sabotaging myself so as not to be free
A variety of drugs, gallons of booze
On and on like I've nothing to lose
There’s a surprise in your eyes…
It reflects a million truths and lies
Here’s my heart before it dies…
I don’t need anyone to the core,
Denying them all once more
Dear God, why am I hopelessly in love?
Dear God, why am I helpless like a dove?
I’m self-sabotaging myself once more
There’s a surprise in your eyes I adore
You need to truly know my inner core
I’m letting my wings of wonder soar
I’m going through the highs of life
Surprise in your eyes pour away the strife
I’m glowing like the sunlit moon
Pretty dear, you and I will be together soon
Lovely are your eloquent eyes that melt my core
Lovely is your brown eyes of elegance galore
Lovely are the surprises in your eyes in store
Denying them all once more
I don’t need anyone to the core
Here’s my heart before it dies…
Here’s my mind before it dries…
Denying it all the way once more
Dear God, why am I hopelessly in love?
Dear God, why am I helpless like a dove?
I’m self-sabotaging myself once more
There’s a surprise in your eyes I adore
You need to truly know my inner core
I’m letting my wings of wonder soar
I’m going through the highs of life
Surprise in your eyes pour away the strife
I’m glowing like the sunlit moon
Pretty dear, you and I will be together soon
Lovely are your eloquent eyes that melt my core
Lovely is your brown eyes of elegance galore
Lovely are the surprises in your eyes in store
Darling, I love you so…
I want your touch very much so
Darling, just let me go…
Because it hurts to see you though
Just know I miss you so, you know?
Dear God, why am I hopelessly and foolishly in love?
Dear God, why am I helpless, yet tranquil like a dove?
Scribe Under Fire
The wall had been there for an eternity
closing gaps of time and sacred places
field stones memories and gentle caress
Hans could not write any longer any
shorter it was too loud and far too quiet
the truth did not escape the lonely
fortress of sheltered dreams’ betrayal
He had lost a touch of his mind and a hand
already in previous senseless exchanges
luckily he was born tough and left handed
before right became wrong and left was a crime
When the trenches had become thicker
with blood bodies sticky bayonets guts
gore debatable glory and forlorn medals
Hans wrote from the depth of soul and despair
Hell bombs grenades shrapnel and agony
enacted a torrid cacophony of fire and noise
his nostrils became scorched while his ears
refused to hear and to listen any much longer
Scribbling poetry on the back of cigarette packets
his molten fountain pen fused with his mind
and he fought for his life his sanity and one
terminal act of kindness morale and advice
Hans could not release even one more shot from the
gun dangling from overburdened shoulders but
the sergeant shouted ‘attack you wretched coward
for King and for country for honour and sweet victory’
It had been a modern war and someone must have
known about shell shock or post traumatic disorder
but when they executed him with clean merciless shots
from a nameless firing squad because it was not for refusal
But for spreading fake news about the beauty of war for
sabotaging innocent minds of future generations for
soldiering with a mighty pen and not with a glittering
sword so he was shot at the wall for writing and not fighting
September 2018
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
It started when I was a child
I was a kid with a gift
That no one understood or recognized
Instead of loved I was picked on and ostracized
However I blocked it all out
But little by Little its all coming back
Like layers of an onion
That held me tightly wrapped
Bits and pieces of my memory
That were hidden away in code
Deep within my mind a door was closed
I?ve reached in to remember because my life is now in jeopardy
All the emotional and sexual abuse that I closed off to survive
Has been staring at me sabotaging my life
This life is not what I have dreamed and I am dying inside
And if I don?t face the truth of what was done to me
Then I will surely become the monster that I despise
And as the tears bellow up
I again take another breath
Like soot in a fireplace and a hair ball in a cat
I cough up the toxic memories
As images flash through my mind
With my face in the toilet I begin to cry
My body begins to stiffen as nausea rises to the top
I then begin to wail from deep in my chest
It?s a hideous cry that sends chills down my spine
As I grit my teeth and hang on for dear life
A thought runs through my mind why.. why.. why.. why.
I?m tired of the black outs
I?m tired of the fear
I?m tired of the loneliness that have held me prisoner here
I?m tired of the pain and suffering that has come in my parents name
I?m tired of all the trauma and I?m tired of all the drama
I?m tired of the neglect that?s been perpetrated on my soul
Keep your hands off of me, keep your beliefs away from me
From all the mental abuse and all the negative remarks
And you still don?t see how you?ve damaged my sensitive heart
I?m tired of hearing all the denial
I?m tired of hearing how there is nothing wrong with you
I?m tired of you blaming everyone else but you
I?m tired of hearing how you hate this and you hate that
I?ve tried for years to heal this wound
But it seems to have spread to my nephew too
I don?t know what else to do
I even ruined my only serious relationship to get revenge
In my mind I justified their crime
From all the bad advice and all the dysfunctional decisions
And I thought I was reversing everything
When I vowed never to get married and have kids
But that sabotaging act has done me more damage
Cain's Self Denial 2015
4 a m again alone,
In a room full of peers
A raging war is being fought,
Confined between your ears
Drafted into battle, with no enemy to engage
Yet volunteering unwillingly fueling dueling rage
Mystic river flows, with the blood of innocent
No longer even knowing, or caring how truth was bent
Angry at nobody, and everyone in between
Sabotaging yourself, and unraveling every seam.
Imaginary enemies
Whose roles change day to day
A game with no clear rules
Consciously unconsciousness, I know that I must pay
What promise can be spoken, to bring life into the void, uttered self denial, to speak within the ploy
And the enemy I can't see, nor begun to understand
Callously reflects my cards and always tips my hand
The price you pay for breaking souls, just keeps on feeling cheaper
You soothe your conscience with the ancient line that your not your brother's keeper
There's no bad and there's no good, you played the only hand you could
.
And the hollow eyes around you, pretend they couldn't see
You shake your head and try your best to pretend you don't believe
Yet you know too well the horror. . . Of what you've come to be
THE ENEMY WITHIN
She’s in there arguing with my affirmations.
She's sabotaging my dreams.
She kicks my best decisions in the derriere.
She confuses my left brain, my god brain,
And she encourages the repetitive behavior
That never worked in the past;
She overrules the changes made by my spirit mind.
She never allows the cognition, of sane
Behavior to take the reins. She reassures me that I am fine.
She has redirected my thoughts so that concentration,
And gumption never sees eye, to eye.
Then she exercises and builds up her strength,
As I do nothing.
She loves me and comforts me
Whenever I am lethargic, and she tells me
The best thing to do is nothing.
Whenever I manage to call in the troops of my adrenalin,
She conquers them with fear. She provides the lie that
My one voice is never going to be enough.
and tells me I will never be heard, and that
I will never be the mercenary of change so I relent.
I give in to the enemy within.
The only antidote I know is to tell my friends,
And they who stand with me can chant and pray...
And purge her from my system.
“Will you point the way”-
Will you please help me.?
Help me, to fight injustice,
Help me to restore integrity?
Help me to say no poverty.
Help me to defy authority.
Lend me a hand
As a poet and a friend,
Help to end the rule of this enemy
That dwells within.
I will be stronger if you do.
I am out of wit, only you can replace it.
If I run out of time – Only you can carry on;
If I run out of love, can you give me some?
I am out of ammunition,
And I cannot fight the world alone.
I cannot ask God before asking my kindred beings.
God will ask me why I passed up my fellow man,
To get to him.
My prayer is to be replenished.
What God has started; He will surely finish.
But he needs me to ask you for help as my friends,
To demolish this enemy that dwells within.
When I am stronger you can lean on me again,
Together, we 'll claim the victory,
Over this ill-advised enemy... That lives within me.
The Shoshone bargain their horses like apathetic bankers,
what we all have in common is constant starvation
and near death stumbles, several times this month our pack animals
have slipped and fallen on this treacherous route,
in the Bitterroot Passes there is virtually no game for food
and everyone is broken in some private way,
September snowfall is beginning to seize this rocky world
now the trail's knobs, broken timbers and deadfalls are even more sabotaging,
all we have are weapons, tradegoods and clothing, and a whole lotta wet cold,
we're outta food provisions, and the whiskey has been gone since Fort Mandan,
sometimes the men catch small fish in the creeks and grab hold of grouse,
Sacagawea sulks no more than any of us when frustration and pain bite
she's real tough, and sexy in strain
she has been scrounging edible roots for us,
thank goodness she wanted to come with us to the edge of the world,
begrudgingly we kill and cook a colt, the meat is good and vital
but in so doing costs us so much,
11 days since the Bitterroot risk, marching 160 miles through this mountain crucible,
and finally an open, low flat pasture where game and efficiency can be gained,
we are not going to die in this stone necropolis,
I feel a kinship to the Carthaginian General Hannibal
who succeeded 2, 000 years ago leading an army through the Roman Alps,
although we have no elephants, but we do have a young Republic on our backs,
J.A.B.
Eager
wacky
feisty
sabotaging
pachisi
sagenesses by,
cry DADA—
sanguinely,
cum
pacific
fables,
vain to hachured mean odiums'
mind.
Yawping,
let idiotisms
to habitual
palaver
Xyster!
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Where do we go from here, my friends?
People down on themselves, in pain
Hurting others all around them, for spite
Unaware of the damage they do.
People down on themselves, in pain
Cussing, cursing, fighting, blaming, shaming
Unaware of the damage they do
Bruising, breaking, sabotaging, destroying
Cussing, cursing, fighting, blaming, shaming
Hurting others all around them, for spite
Bruising, breaking, sabotaging, destroying
Where do we go from here, my friends?