Best Shunned Poems
There's brutal weapons in our children's hands,
Oh how can we elders not take the blame;
For leading innocence down the road to hell,
And teaching them to dance too near the flame.
"For the common good of all mankind," we say
And smile when they believe the lie;
Then place eternal blinders on their
brainwashed heads,
And send them off for us too die.
Who will answer for their damaged souls,
after all their hope is dead and gone;
And who will give account to our creator above,
For making it all turn out so wrong.
I hang my head in utter shame of fellow man,
For the ugly species we always portray;
If we are made in the image of our God above
Oh how his head must turn away.
Carl Fraser
humming honeybees
collect nectar from flowers
shunning one of them
the blooms smile despite sun’s glare
the one shunned wilts in despair
May 31, 2021
For M. L. Kiser's Tanka Contest Poetry Contest
I did my time
I paid my dues
To come "home"
To be with you ...
I opened my heart
I was vulnerable to belong
I thought we were friends
But it didn't take long...
For you to step on my spirit
Painting pictures of lies
But you told me to go
Now I'm mad, I won't cry.
You shunned me away
I asked for forgiveness
And I'm saddened to say
But you won't kill my spirit!
Sometimes I think about it
How you stepped on my heart
Then told me to walk
But I can see through the dark.
How could people be so cruel
And twist every truth
There's video to show
There's evidence, there's proof!
I may not be welcomed
But I'll tell you this much
You can shun me today
But it won't kill this veteran's heart.
One day you'll see
This never had to be
You can throw me away
But I'll hold the key...not for you...
but for me.
The sound of silence is a lack of ping,
no text message, nor cell phone ring;
a quiet shock like some blowing snow,
that chilling slap with hurricane blow.
What suddenly brought this dark state,
stopped all communications of late?
I don’t know, but should I really care,
though initially there was real despair;
no, it’s better without that call,
it’s much easier with blackout pall.
Slender beams of
accusation enter
this darkened church
as I kneel,
Always sorrowful,
Always a slave,
Frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms
wrought in panes of
glass loom,
As dust dances in
the air,
Forming an image in
my mind,
Searing my naked
soul.
Realization dawning
on an angels face.
I raise my head,
Now kneeling before
this uncaring fate.
Some people see life's life
While living within a land, of
Fantastical tales....
Secured by their very own securities
Of harmony and comfort, and inward views
As all about them countless lives
They perish....
Amid wars, famines and disease!
Passing these flowers unto one another
And assembling their own
Mesmerized by the blind
Which covers their eyes
Causing these cankerous sores to grow
With peace signs of bright and lovely
Like hollowed kisses....
To one and all, and all
That they truly do not know?
Bequesting others to join their legacy
Or to be cast out, as an outsider is
Unto these, of perceptions lies....
The generation, of the foretold
Amid the prophecies, of ancient old!
While the jackals
Feast upon the flesh and bones
The countless tears of lives and souls
As if evil, never did reside
Within, their painted rainbow minds?
Join us upon our journey
Of these flowers within our hair
While skeletons choke upon the crumbs
Left dying, before their gates
Devoured, by the darkness' despair....
Come be a part of us, they sing
Aloud, within their chorus of pretties
Or forever, you shall be shunned?
By this generation of the once foretold
Within ancient visions, of the prophets of old
As they pass their cups of crimsons, now
Unto their very own, and their very own, demise!
For they could not see beyond the veil
Caught, within these winding webs
That spun themselves, deep
Within their own dying eyes
Where God and Christ....
The only bearers of true "Light"
Were long ago, and forever...."Crucified!"
And hell itself, became the science fiction
Of their fairytale....
The signs and the times, of
Peace and love, and, flowers and lies
While millions they perish
Before their muted minds; deceived
As they live within the comforts, of confined
Unto these not so self-imposed
And naive, prisons walls
The final generation, of the woes....
Wilting flowers, of the prophecies foretold
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Shunned!
Slender beams of
accusation enter
this darkened place
as I kneel,
always lost,
always forlorn,
frozen here,
waiting.
Angelic forms wrought
in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my
naked outstretched arms.
Realization dawning on my face.
I raise my head,
now kneeling before
this airy salvation.
objectively speaking
with respect objectivity
...an...
objectification of objectives
objectifies objectivity itself
...that...
philosophically speaking then
an objectification of objectivity is as
...object-able...
in mind as a philosophy of cause hidden deep below
perceptions of conscious effects and so is termed thee
...phenomena-logical...
stans sand
I shall not lend an eye
In your direction
Knowing that power
Is what you seek
I shall not speak a word
On former connection
Knowing that relevance
Is your pay
I shall not make a move
Toward reconciliation
Knowing that condescension
Is your game
I shall not offer up a prayer
Toward LOVE
Knowing that treason
Is your heart's intent
...hell bent...on my destruction
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-17-2023
On the outskirts looking in
So much emptiness I've seen
Cast aside and left behind
I have nothing left to hide
Looking for a special niche
Acceptance being my only wish
Being shunned stabs me from within
Isolation is my only friend
Always thrown towards the curb
Feel despondent and perturbed
I have never felt included
My desires are deluded
On the outside looking in
Have to find joy from within
'Cause outside there's no connection
I rely on my own reflection
On the outskirts looking in
Storm and stress and pain I've seen
I'll find comfort somewhere else
Will have to depend upon myself
He thought he’d be the toast of town,
Though most just see him as a clown,
Wasn’t invited to royal wedding ball,
Now not even to McCain’s funeral.
Heard enough
to know where this can lead.
Footfalls poised to step
in footprints etched by fate,
are caught in flight,
nudged to sidestep shunned.
A foot-plant re-direction
on a clean slate.
Making fresh footprints,
striven silently in the sand.
Does an eager hand feel a throbbing heartbeat truly divine
making a lover's promise under a swaying, balmy pine?
Why look at blinking stars that aren't amazingly crystalline?
Isn't your wish another dream sparkling with starshine?
Cross those hands and embody the fidelity of a Caroline,
mix reality with dreams and all failures to divide dwine;
think how sweet was the fleeting kiss of that young Roseline,
her body was seductive, but her mouth was a real landmine.
Brides seem happy when their mates play Frankenstein,
but their jealousy hushes the faint voice of a thirty-nine
old girl on the other line shouting obscenities at Evangeline;
most wives won't excuse their husbands with a witty punchline!
Affairs don't last when commitment is shunned after drinking a strong wine,
a drunken person can't make a distinction between a dog and a feline;
here comes Kataline with her rolling pin with the angry look of a Delphyne:
" You've sworn your fidelity to me, not to a tramp you've found on Loveline! "
That jukebox,
was in shock,
all it was playing,
was not going anywhere,
it was returning back,
people were doing all,
but hearing it,
box had it and was very angry,
it began rewinding and all,
people were still busy elsewhere,
the music played back,
people were hitting the sack,
juke box was now about to crack,
it covulsed and exploded,
now everybody heard,
got up and looked amazed.
Spoon-fed by
Manifestations of
Truth-like truths
Partial particles
We have stopped
The pursuit of search
Sense of
Subtle satisfaction
Has put a lid
Onto the otherwise
open pitchers of
Our minds
We follow now
The mere rhythm
Of the half-filled
Half-empty pitcher…
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Thoughts –
Picked like fallen plums
Have filled our heads
Thinking
And the process of
Logical reasoning
Has gone out of sight…
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We utilize
What someone else
Has discovered
Discovery and
Inventions
Have become
Mere dreams for us…
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Desires have
Dominated
True joy and
Fulfillment
Have flown from us
Search is shut
Search is shun
Stunt will be our growth
Till we start
Searching…
22 November 2022