Best Scourge Poems
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chlorophyll cancer
constricting aquatic breathe
suffocating life
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A scourge
Of mankind.
Hate
A person
Before we talk and walk
That is no way Right.
It is every way Wrong.
want a special
kind
Of prejudice.
wish to pre-judge
Everyone
beautiful
Lovely
gorgeous
Redeemed
Forgiven
And
love them
feel them
like them
Before speak to them
Or hear them speak.
Before know them personally
who they are.
from where
what color
what cast
what creed
My special own
Prejudice.
The meanest man in town,
That everybody feared.
Shot anybody down,
When anybody neared.
The scourge of the West,
And the ultimate sinner.
The Devil gets the best,
From Dirty Dick Skinner.
Had a scar on his cheek,
With a patch on his eye.
He'd prey on the meek,
And make women cry.
His bad whiskey breath,
Made everyone sick.
The Master of Death,
Was Ole Dirty Dick.
No Sheriff lived long,
With Dirty Dick around.
The choir sang a song,
Then put him in the ground.
The whole town racked,
With no law and order.
Most decent folk packed,
And headed for the border.
Then on a frigid winter day,
In the middle of December,
Rode a man on a Grey,
And a look you'd remember.
He had cold deadly eyes,
With his nose out of place.
Caught Dick by surprise,
And shot him in the face.
But before he could die,
Without any haste.
Let two bullets fly,
Aimed below the waste.
Then he took a big drink,
And tipped his black hat.
Gave us all a sly wink,
And that was just that.
When he rode out of town,
Everybody could tell,
Heaven sent him down,
To send Dick to Hell.
He was buried real quick,
And his tombstone read...
Here Lies Dirty Dick,
He's Better Off Dead!
My shoulders are alive with dandruff
Been blessed with it since I was a pup
Why me I shout
This frustration I spout
Maybe shove dandruff shampoo up my butt
© Jack Ellison 2015
Tired of the sufferation
Real menace of earths apparition
Dont judge me with my appearance
We are the great ones
No time to mingle with pagans
No religion
I believe in no legion
Tread the right road even if in poverty
Try hold on in this world of calamity
Even though we work so hard
And still get no pay
Maintain Godly way
Try kill the pain
They think i am not intelligent
But am here to show you what is evident
They better know am no a weak end
And when I touch the road; God defend
Be real and dont pretend
Love is a thing
That makes people cling
War is not a nice thing
War is a country of will
There is no sympathy
If you cant give up your everything
You have already lost...
Any fool can know
The point is to understand
Not to stand under...
#peace
as you stand still, i move within and throughout you, slipping into the spaces you have yet to discover about yourself.
i cling to the hollowed spaces, sinking my teeth into the soft, immature lining of your personality, and i fill those secret parts of you with a debilitating venom.
you still have yet to realize my presence as you give and gather and build a reality for yourself, as i am burrowing deep inside of your very core.
my intent is to destroy you from the inside-out; to devour your bowels and completely absorb you into myself.
and you make it so easy.
you deny my existence, no matter how many experts describe me for you.
you mock my abilities with your actions and feed me with your thoughts and secret motives.
i grow inside of you, making you sick.
i am soul-cancer.
and the only way to battle me is through humility,
but you're refusing treatment,
guaranteeing i will be your undoing.
God,these companies are a scourge!
Please stop ringing me
is all I urge.
Ringing me every day,
why don't you
just go away.
I don't want to take
your call,
I might not
answer it at all.
So please don't ring me anymore,
like I've told you,
loads before.
If you ring me
one more time,
I'll have no choice
but to block my line.
Then maybe I can get some sleep,
free from that annoying
constant beep.
How the hell
do you sleep at night?
Hounding people
just isn't right.
Stubborn, submerged
Stubborn ~ emerged
I sit on a chair facing a round table
Bones weak, muscle aches- unable
I lay my hands on my lap
Thoughts of prayer, I grab
Seeking help from start to end
Though my mind can't trend
I could feel my angel has led
At this time, what my soul has craved
Accusing faces I don't seem to know
Pointing fingers and eyes glow
In anger, cheeks are blown away
With rush of blood-flushed and gray
Silently-a second- my eyes are closed
For strength at this hour I can't lose
Your hand-Lord-must hold me up
To draw me up from nearing collapse
They say words, I don't understand
Pressing faults, neither I do nor I withstand
Accusers ears bolted, no time to hear
Voices high - full of lies and err
Every phrase they blare is not fair
What they believe, they hold it clear
At this hour, I'm seeking what is right
I want to correct and put everything to light
My desire, I intend to let them hear my side
Clear my name and tell them what myself-abide
But their intent is to push me against the wall
So to show they are upright, and I am left to lament
my befall..
Oh Lord, I must step out awhile from this disgrace
To know how lovely is your stead and grace
I want to walk with you where green vales I see
To where my scourge body lies and could be
And hear the thunder of storm, feel the rain
And wash up me clean, away from this bane
In your world ,Oh Lord, the flowers have bloomed
But my eyes are tired and always in gloom
How can I appreciate, your lovely and perfect creation
If I am on this state, full woe and depression
Full of anger, full of disdain- I have contained
You, I can rely, to come and release me from chain
What else shall I long, this life may be bright
As bright as the morning sunrise, I see light
From the night so dark and soaked with tears
My restless limbs and thoughts reign all fears
I come by to a musing and lonely stream
And it sings a melodious praise, to reclaim my
vanishing dream..
It started when he coughed.
Then we made jokes and laughed,
Hoping the curse we are is vindicated.
But the malady on lungs it feasted.
In its toxic smolder we chocked.
Rich and poor our doors we locked
In desperate timid fear
Of its heinous air scare
Disguising as fever it tripped
Through air as lungs it ripped
Taking many more caged
Victims, as its attempts surged
Menacing the old aged and kill
Both feeble and strong in thrill
Of an unleashed pandemic
With the thirst of an atomic.
Just breathe in and out
God will win, there is no doubt.
Heroin, China white, or just smack, took him
into lost dreams and an altering of gritty reality
Chasing the dragon, didn’t seem enough
to balm a wounded psyche
Losing to lust demons
An iconic face of his late father
A boy destined to see an assassination
Shot at the hands,
of Sirhan Sirhan
Grief stricken is the neon nod, duji
the catalyst that would take his brother
Another reckless misfortune of
the scourge of addiction
Up until a river's cleansing
Washed away are the sins
Recovery that teaches humility
Opening his heart toward God
Liberating his birthright charm
and political pedigree to full shiny view
Somewhere down the crazy river
calm waters bring back a boy
we the people once new
Pandemic raging around our world
Covid-19, Delta and Omicron
Deny it not too many interred
Don't drop the ball we will fight on.
True we have rights but remember this
We're fighting unseen merciless foe
Forget about freedoms that's not remiss
Sickness, death, and long-Covid woe.
Yes indeed lies have been spun
Hospitals full the enemy's won
Vaccinate now get it done!
Masks are cool fake news shun.
(COVID-19)
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21/12/2021
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My shoulders are alive with dandruff
Been blessed with it since I was a pup
Why me I shout
This frustration I spout
Maybe shove dandruff shampoo up my butt
Life in a Jar
I’d like to find a special jar
To put aside some life,
A jar that keeps both face and form,
And stints the scourge of change.
I’d put therein, a rusted leaf,
Or summer’s one perhaps,
To always have the seasons at
The twisting of a wrist.
I’d put therein, my true love’s kiss,
To always know its taste.
And next to that a snapshot of
The world within her eyes.
I’d also save, encased therein,
First cries out to the world;
Of lives conceived through gifted love,
And feeling newly born.
I’d store away the vistas of
Grand aspects, earthly borne,
And let them burn through fired glass
From every lay of land.
Then I would not be far from life,
From where I cannot see.
No, I prefer to keep it fresh
For morning’s light, through glass.
It’s change that writes the script of life
And fleshes out the page.
While time is just a numbered pause
Without a story told.
March 12, 2022
The glass ball slips from my grasp
Broken shards scrape the surface
I let the ground taste my tears
The droplets leave behind unmarked graves