Best Shamed Poems
We have been broken up over a year
And I know the way we split was horrible
We both did fair share of hurting each other
But after a year here we are again together.
When one of your girl friends ask if you
We are dating you simply say no with no problem
So Are you shamed to say that we are dating
Or is it you are just shamed of dating and being seen with me.
I have loved you from day one
And I know we have had plenty of down's then ups
But no Relationship is perfect
It takes time and work
It takes two have a relationship
Now I am asking you
Do you want to be in this relationship with me or not
Because I am ready for a relationship
I am not trying to waste your or my time
So Just please tell me
Instead of just avoiding the question.
Why? can't we just work it out
white flesh turns crimson
image of G-d, now murdered
you wish you were dead
Our mayor and city council know what to do
The county supervisors and talk show hosts too
Budget measure HHH we Angelinos passed
Costing billions, homelessness would end at last
There were 57,000 unhoused in L.A. last year
Now it’s 68,000, growing with elections near
The garment district downtown and all of skid row
Are squalid tent camps where filth and despair flow
From the Valley, to Hollywood, out to the beach
Huddled in parks, under bridges, hills out of reach
Some scream and curse, drugged or drunken
Others silent and still, bodies broken, spirits sunken
They’re bad for business, they spread disease!
Will our elected officials do something? Please!
Neglected, abused, mentally ill
There’s really no urgent civic will
Some may receive disability pay
Enough for liquid comfort, but a room? No way
A lifelong Angelino, I feel enraged and defeated
For I see my town by how our worst off are treated
5/31/22
The new Girl at Work (The Coward Speaks)
Should I feel a shamed?
I want to kiss the new girl at work
but I don't know her name.
Her understated beauty
is the first page of a book
I can't put down.
Man... just learning her name
will be my favorite sound.
She's the one I want, and need.
The treasure of her femininity
is the center of my greed.
But I am unknown to her.
I have yet to say hello.
At work I’m always
a good-natured fellow.
So, why am I afraid of
telling her who I am?
On the outside,
I feel like a youngster
trying to be a man.
On the inside,
I 'm like Tarzan of the jungle
beating on my chest.
And she's an attractive female
I need to impress.
I've been alone to long,
my soul calling for a mate.
But the coward in me
won't ask her out on a date.
So, I feel a shame
I 'm to cowardly to even
ask for her name.
“When you’re blamed and shamed for something you didn’t do,
remember the one who looks out for you, He knows the truth”
Long ago when I was in junior school
I was made to look a ludicrous fool
A note was passed around, from desk to desk
Guess who got the blame when it came to rest.
It was me of course, teacher called me out
I got the blame for handing the note out
The culprit never owned up, he or she
And no one at all came forward for me.
The note said that so and so loved someone
The names on the note from mind have long gone
Deep down I knew that teacher disliked me
It was how she spoke to me nastily.
Too shy to say what I needed to say
On that horrid embarrassing school day
Not one classmate spoke up in my defence
The instigator had no penitence.
That teacher picked on me for any thing
She didn't care how much her brusque words could sting
So I was tarnished with the blame and shame
If only I had that time back again.
Teachers are sure to be fully aware
Some pupils are in need of tender care
Living their lives already traumatised
Needing love and not to be stigmatised.
She saunters in unbidden
Burning hot as hell fire
Her water as pure as the driven snow
Her scent like a warm summer breeze
Men love her with a passion
Women loath her with a vengeance
Children whisper about her in dark corners
For she is deemed forbidden fruit
She is the shamed woman
A crown she wears unapologetically
Dare you not utter her name they say
Lest you fall prey to her charms
Slowly she rises to her feet
As she smiles to herself
Not in anger, but in endearment
Because only she knows
These people that shame her
She bore life to their multitudes
They are her children -
And she, their mother
How could you allow your self to take my freedom of being a teen and loving life to
now a
mother of twins and hating myself.How could you take your husbands side over mine and
say its my fault it all happened.Why would you tell me you love me and then beat
me ,shame me and allow your self to say those words sorry it wont happen again.Who in
their right mind can honestly stand and say they understand what im going through and they
know what its like to walk in my shoes when they never been there before. Running hoping
sometimes that maybe my life would just come to a complete end then maybe the world
which i have known all my life as an evil place will seen so much better when im not there to
experience it.Feeling like whats the point of praying when once im off my knees and out of
the closet once again im living in hell all over again.
It's not my fault
I'm not to blame
You have no proof
I will show no shame
I am a father of four
And you accuse me of this
I'm internally destroyed
To get your wish
Figures and statistics
For crimes you can't solve
Let's pick on the innocent
Your conscience resolved
To hell with my future
As you walk away
Another bent system
And I am your play
They are the JADED
Angrily fled the shame did
Those came BLAMED the FLAME?
SPREAD IT AROUND
Without Jesus in my life
I have nothing left at all
My Creator and Redeemer
Upon Him I will call
He knows my every moment
He knows me inside out
He understands and cares
He knows what I'm about
No secrets can I hide
From my Lord and King
And so in joy or sorrow
I must tell Him everything
At times I have shamed Him
I've grieved His loving heart
Yet, He won't give up on me
Gives me brand new start
How can I thus deny
Such a love as His
So I'll repent in ashes
And share the love He gives
For I know His love
Is for those who've found
Their life will be too empty
Unless it's spread around
Copyright, Kathryn Search
she had wept and wept
down sun crept than slept and slept
and become adept
as we all had feared
were horrible with a beard
always seemed so weird
for love we did long
even though Russia seemed so strong
they were really wrong
fields were found flowing
much grain they had been growing
with market growing
by us she was blamed
our minds by her had been maimed
than we shamed and shamed
SHAMED BY THE SHORE
As a child I felt patently pure
Jesus cleansed my unrighteous soul
As an adult I’ve now become unsure
Because life and love have taken their toll
Admiration is colored red
Joy is colored blue
At least that’s what someone said
And I say love is colored you
One evening you and I sat near a Tiki torch
I had a foreboding feeling that made me awesomely sad
You remained too quiet as we sat on your porch
Now that night will always remind me of what we once had
And so upon that porch was a torch and a pair
A pair that would soon be nevermore
You disagreed when I deemed that unfair
But your retort was “loving you is too much of a chore”
Your woeful words were ones I was made to endure
Because I had done so many things that were illegal
You became a gull free to soar by the shore
While you left me a bloody and flightless eagle
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
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What is it with the fans and the guy known as
" Big Meanie" Maze? Some may be used to calling
him "The Craze" of Fresno: there were he defeated
Five reigning champions in one night! An off the grid
Superstar who once wrestled(defending against two
top notch contenders:.when his partner defaulted
and refuse to make the date, he was lefted to defend by
himself). "They made a mountain out of a mole hill: my
Partner was a jerk: the promotion wanted me to find a new
partner , I said screws you and took the job and retained!"
"I aint need no stinking partner!For the rest of my title
defenses my manager stood on the apron while I did the work!"
One night I bought a Big maple syrup barrel in the ring
with pillows tied around it: the jerk ref asked where was my partner,
I say's you son of a bytch: can't
you see the barrel of fun I just came in ith"
The barrel had a uprise.at the end of the match, my new partner
crawled from under the ring
and got under the barrel and when I went for the tag, he jumped out!
The place went wild.
We began using the "Big Barrel of Fun" gimmick bring
a barrel ringside and dumping ah fella
in it getting the countout win.
Until them Big nastys came in to the terrotry.
Smuck and Numbskull ruined our reign.
They were nomanated as tagteam of the year six years in a row and won.
I gave up on tagging: then I became Champion of Champion
contender and Champion!
Report Filed by
Toyo Siku
From The Big City Journel
Column Six
the Panflute Report
Rassling Publications Inc
and Mid-day Media LLC
The new thang is this article come up on scene: the panflute signals
the start of the segment! This Guy is a jerk!
Who gaze upon a woman shamed?
Her clothes torn off, as she’s unnamed.
Her flaming hair pulled into pain.
Cattle calling, cheering insane.
The taunts and tortures of the beast.
He’s in heat - her flesh, he feasts.
Who will save her?
The whisperer
will lead her home,
flames gently comb,
as he wipes tears,
removes all fears.
He adorns her in clothes of white.
Crystal clear, gives her back her sight.
Unique to her, a lovely name.
Her hair matches the Spirit’s flame.
The beast will eternally drown
in leaping, thrashing fire - downtown.
All who played his game, likewise sink,
and in their own foul stench, they stink,
deeper and deeper into chains.
Forever and ever, God reigns.
Who will save them?
What is outcome?
Play Satan’s game?
Blind, deaf, dumb, lame,
is what you chose,
and ashen clothes.
A life invaded by power of base desire
metamorphoses into an object inert.
A being pristine and vibrant abused
by the brute clutch of carnal instinct
strays like strewn pearls from string snapped.
The sane sense corroded by acid impulse
doesn’t repent for a moment lacerating
the vulnerable unworldly psyche unwary,
fostering fervent dreams of belonging,
decimated by savage affront unforeseen.
For a body caught in cesspool of vile lust
the garden of existence turns wasteland,
where blown by harsh winds of disgrace
plaintive mind crumpled to dust ponders,
where has sanity gone in brutal times.
The flower called life blooms with promise
of gifting precious treasure of beauty adored.
When it’s ravaged to ruins as an object dispensable
love in shattered heart becomes debris of hatred,
searching for a niche to hide the shamed soul.
August 27, 2019
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