Best Slandered Poems
Remember
Israel of three thousand years
expulsed at times
enslaved by the Romans
gassed by Europe
persecuted by Saudi-Arabia
murdered by Iran and Iraq
shackled by Egypt
attacked by Jordan
robbed by Syria
sold out by the UK
bombed by the IRA
slandered with spit by Turkish terrorists
sent to the Siberian gulags in Russia
comrades they are not
evicted from many many lands
Battles house by house
street by street
once friendly neighbors
each calling the other traitor
a bloody war where no side
would retreat
by prophecy they won
Wrestling God
the twelve tribes returned
to the land of the Israelites
to their promised land
from sand they made gardens
from the desert they grew grapes
where terror reigns they
made an oasis
Anti Zionism still slithers
belly dancers selling their deceptions
naked harlots forever spew latent hate
evil men whisper, dead jew, dead jew
sadly, uneducated views saturate
seductively selling their false peace
like a woman's second hand virginity
They only hate, and dream of blood
if only, if only we had another flood
Noah would leave them all at shore
harlots, by any other name are simply
the devils horses
Israel was
Israel is
Israel shall forever be
the Middle East's democracy
and graciously
the custodian of all of us
a religious trinity
Gods chosen
their glorious capital
Jerusalem!
Categories:
slandered, allah, bible, god, gospel,
Form:
Free verse
In times where eyes are fixated at your sins,
judgment trolls in deceptive double standards.
When pointing fingers nobody really wins,
there's no joy in being defamed and slandered.
Swimming in an aquarium full of fins,
sharks will bite your flesh then leave you abandoned.
Scars will bleed with pain making you feel brittle,
hard hearts will laugh with insults that belittle.
Afraid of exposure honest souls retreat,
when their character's stereotyped by lies.
Frenemies hide behind a mask of deceit,
their envy is an embarrassing disguise.
Decline the pedestal they place on your feet
emancipate from enslavements that chastise.
Stay clear from those who act like a spirit thief,
growth from ignoring spite gives you self belief.
Categories:
slandered, judgement,
Form:
Ottava rima
Act One: the stage and scenery are set
I was told the play, I'd not soon forget
But if truth were to be told
More like the game, whack-a-mole
I needed a hammer, not a lorgnette
Thespians were vying for the limelight
Popping up everywhere, ready to fight
Sarcastic words ill spoken
The golden rule was broken
A princess rudely slandered by a knight
Act Two: the actors wrote their own stage play
A long soliloquy to have their say
The audience booed and hissed
"Put that one on the blacklist!
Kick that charlatan out," they did convey.
Someone had to quickly close the curtain
'fore the crowd decided they'd be hurtin'
the actor they were jeering
with sidelong looks of leering
meaning, "Fit for a role by Tim Burton!"
Act Three: Then Queenie tried to take control
Each part played, she admitted that she stole
Just another know it all
Boring with each scribbled scrawl
Showing up everywhere like whack-a-mole
Bad actors can't write plays worth a ripe fig
But criticize others to make a dig.
Negative comments given
Are they jealousy driven?
Wantin' to make the rules like a bigwig
The play, though not very well attended
is being recast with those commended
who are never rude and crude
and have a kind attitude
Instead of those whose words have offended
The next play is about a new dog breed
I heard it's called a boghound with a need
to chew on a bone until
its nibbling has caused ill will
and seats are all empty; audience freed.
Categories:
slandered, satire,
Form:
Limerick
Oh beautiful Gypsy,
I see you there, in amber campfire mist.
On the banks of a crystalline pool, a bronze skinned lovely moving with intoxicating rhythm to the strum of guitars.
Sable eyes, gleaming with wanderlust, transfixed on distant dreams. Raven hair sheens cobalt blue, in glow of a pale full moon.
The tethered babushka and brilliant layered skirt, your banners of freedom. Knee high boots clad dancing feet, in a feverish itch to perform on new stages. Your opulence, jingle jangling from dainty wrists and pierced lobes, echoes the hypnotic song of rattling tambourines.
A blissful celebration in your enchanted home of nebulous walls forged of the four winds.
Oh beautiful Gypsy;
Last of the true migrants, paying homage only to purity of your clan. The devout mystic, whose babes suckle the nectar of white magic.
Your larder bulges fat, having labored a deconstructed nine to five.
A harmonious oneness with nature, your forte, honed to perfection in compassionate artistic crafts. With gentleness, you bring calm obedience to the untamed steed. In thoughtful consideration, parleying the fate and fortune of the gadjo, eager to lay down their silver and gold for charms and spells.
You trade in good faith only to be slandered in whispers of vagabond and theif. Your colorful lifestyle, jaded to a monotone hue of envious green.
A hopeless romantic smothered in Judas kisses.
Oh beautiful Gypsy,
Even as you celebrate in this newly discovered place, it's freshness grows stale to your delicate senses.
A bohemian lineage begs you go before the next cock crows.
The insatiable hunger to feast your eyes on unfamiliar lands pangs your very essence.
It has proven to be far too great for you to abstain; for it is the morrow.
A radiant sunrise reveals an abandoned starry eyed reflection lingering on a lonesome pond.
The scent of pungent garlic, rich brew and sweet tobacco hovers, as a perfumed phantom, in the desolate air.
Tracks of your wagon wheels flow through emerald meadows like a lazy river, avoiding stagnation.
Conformity lies choking in the dust of your painted caravan.
A nomadic soul in dreamy persuit of the horizon that looms forever in the distance.
Till we never meet again,
Oh beautiful Gypsy
Categories:
slandered, beauty, celebration, leaving, longing,
Form:
Free verse
The protests are written from the busy pen
of the one whose thoughts are quite driven
yet she cries "foul" like a rumple feathered hen
when the thoughts of another are simply given
Her name-calling ploy is such a childish game
for each one of us has the right to our opinion
without castigation and a finger pointing blame
I'm not a vengeful person, nor a poet's minion
I don't seek attention as a clown or a witch
I've not slandered anyone with my remarks
My fastballs are always thrown as a legal pitch
I'm vaccinated so I don't fear mad dog barks
Social equality is as much mine as it is yours
I've the right to write or speak what I feel
without giving a wedgie to someone's drawers
I'm not vicious like you called me in your spiel
You want to dwell in sorrow for the human race
but I have hope for mankind and will not brood
Our differences will never allow for an embrace
but only one of us illustrates the right attitude
Categories:
slandered, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
As I walked through a meadow singing a song,
I heard a hissing voice say, "Hello. Come along."
It came from beneath a patch of thorny weeds,
whispered, "Are you one of those good seeds?"
I feared the snake would strike from coiled position,
but it seemed to be waiting for my admission.
There was a fiery light burning in its beady eyes,
as distant thunder rumbled in graying skies.
I dared not let the reptile know the fear I felt within
so, I answered the snake, with gold glistening skin.
"I don't think of myself as a righteous good seed.
but I do my best to perform many a helpful deed."
"What of you, snake? What is it that you like to do?
Tell me why many people are always afraid of you."
He flicked his tongue to catch the scent of me,
took some time before replying, then he did decree:
"Snakes like me have always been misunderstood."
Then he rose up higher and the cobra fanned his hood.
"We're called "Lords of Evil," but we're merely snakes.
Some of us are poisonous, but for goodness sakes,
many of us do good things on the land of Mother Earth.
Shouldn't that mean that we have a measure of worth?"
He uncoiled and slithered under an apple tree's shade.
I should've walked away, but couldn't, so I stayed.
My mind was overflowing with things I wanted to query.
He beckoned me to come nearer, but I remained wary.
"Do not fear me for I'll not sink my fangs in you, child.
I'm sick and tired of snakes being slandered and reviled.
We're thought of as devils and demons from Satan's lair,
beheaded and killed for no reason, and that's not fair."
I listened to its complaints and with him I had to agree.
Snakes always get a bad rap. Not all of them are beastly.
Suddenly, he stopped talking, and I thought he was asleep
until he opened one eye, asking if his secret I would keep.
"I won't tell anyone about the conversation we just had,
and promise to spread the word that not all snakes are bad."
Categories:
slandered, appreciation, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
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Slandered wavelengths
from an old worn out speaker
cracking with each unbalanced bass note
Finding my brain on overload
and a slower heart beat
out of tune
Static becomes the union,
tuning dial gone, volume at high
glowing in the corner of cobweb melodies
lingering on a distant shelf
now sinking lower in this
roadside armchair (Where are the earplugs when you need them)
An empty bottled fortress
protects the pain at my feet,
brown glass soldiers stand guard,
bottle cap mementos flip
like dancing beans on a folding table
at El Mercado
One more for the road
(like I need this)
along crooked dotted lines, weaving nonsense
two at a time, smirking
snickering like children hiding from a babysitter,
mimicking the way
Still the static, white noise,
drowns out the joy and the trees cry,
when birdsong of night haunts with a sound
interrupting the dance of the
beer bottle chorus line
and I tap a painful toe
Categories:
slandered, art,
Form:
Free verse
Love Your Neighbor As Yourself!
I knew of a Christian who
made an assumption.
Regarding his neighbor, he believed
a false presumption.
He slandered his neighbor… Yes he did!
He didn't “agree” with how this neighbor lived.
His neighbor was a Christian too.
But he didn't treat him as a
Christian should do.
In front of his family, he'd
“put his neighbor down.”
Unforgiveness in his heart, continued to abound.
As the days and weeks would pass on by,
Not once to his neighbor… Would he say “hi!”
Mean things would he speak of to his spouse.
Never once inviting him to his house.
Someday we'll also stand before
God's judgment throne
Everything will be judged…
Whether at work or at home.
How do you treat your neighbor? Are you ashamed?
What happens one day,
when God calls out your name?
How you treat others will
determine your destiny.
Where will your neighbor be spending his eternity?
The way you treat your neighbor
speaks of your life as well.
Will you love your neighbor to heaven...
or “condemn” him to hell?
By Jim Pemberton 07/25/15
Categories:
slandered, bible, forgiveness, god, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
Oil train sits in Lac Megantic
Town folk sleep not so frantic
Patrons socialize while they slept
Unannounced the train it crept
No such thing a train in idle
This one proved homicidal
Train engine fire silent alarm
Town unaware no fear of harm
First responders do arrive
Count all engines numbered five
Connected cars are seventy two
Full of crude what would you do
Disconnect these things on fire
Bigger problem no desire
Cut the risk to light the crude
This decision would be shrewd
Seventy two cars, assumed on brake
Town folk safe that slept on lake
Take in account train on slope
Some brakes off more danger the scope
Idle train crept no more
Picking up speed problem galore
This idle train left to chance
Never checked not even a glance
Explosion awakes town folk in slumber
Instantly town folk less fifty in number
People running saving some lives
Survivors to hear fifty bell chimes
Responsibility left to whom
This decision in the courtroom
On a slope a running car park
Driver responsible ticket don't bark
MMA you will be slandered
Go to hell with your train standard
You brought a man carrying sickle
In Quebec you control your vehicle
If you don't the charge is life
Stand in camera and take it in strife
Angry people you will see
Many more including me.
Left to idle a runaway
Change the law starting today
Always manned train must be
Someone in place we must see
Looking back cutting the cost
Was it worth all lives lost?
One more man not a big chore
Let these trains Idle no more
Categories:
slandered, anger, anniversary, best friend,
Form:
Rhyme
SOME GAVE ALL
Some gave eyes, arms and legs,
all predestined by their fate.
Some gave up dreams, their youth,
and women who wouldn’t wait.
Some lost it all, some held on tight,
And some gave in to hate.
And some gave up their very lives.
Yet, all gave some.
No heroes welcome home
met their weary eyes.
No ticker tape parades,
No paper floating from the skies.
No bands playing the anthem
To welcome back these guys.
Forgotten; their heroic deeds,
By media’s own device.
Forgotten were the POW/MIA
We forgot their sacrifice.
All forgotten heroes,
These Men who’d paid the price.
And some gave up their very lives.
Yet, all gave some.
You’re not welcome here,
You can’t come in this place.
Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?
You’re such a huge disgrace.
We’re not proud of your patriotism
How dare you show your face?
Shunned by Veteran of Foreign Wars,
Their loyalty suppressed.
Criticized by family and friends,
And slandered by the press,
Abandoned by their countrymen,
True, sadly, we confess.
They stuffed away their valiant deeds;
The things that they did best.
They stuffed away their medals and uniforms
In old forgotten chests.
They stuffed away their memories and dreams,
All hidden like the rest.
Rejected, some took their own lives.
Yet, all gave some.
Years pass, decades fly
How quickly time goes by.
Young men grow old, sometimes alone
As young dreams die.
The effects of the war wear on them
And many said goodbye.
An idea conceived,
A careful, thoughtful plan,
By youthful high school students
And mentors doing all they can.
Yet, this simple act of kindness
Brought pride back to the man.
And some gave up their very lives.
Yet, all gave some.
A new day dawns
A smile is on their face.
No longer humiliation and shame,
No longer their disgrace.
Your simple act of kindness
Has insured their rightful place.
And some gave up their very lives.
Yet, all gave some.
And somewhere in death’s battlefield;
Where heroic deeds are measured.
Where sacrifice, duty and honor
their values fully treasured.
Sleep goodly men! You gave it all!
Redeemed and surely pleasured.
Categories:
slandered, appreciation, dedication, military, patriotic,
Form:
Prose
What's for you shall never pass you.
And you better hold it tight and know its value.
Cause there ain't nothing like taking something for granted,
waking up the next day and wishing you had it.
Time is ticking always in a rush.
Surrounded by people who haven't earned your trust.
Mouths moving, but they ain't making noise.
Walking around with knives and guns, and I ain't talking toys.
Society still putting labels everywhere,
just giving another reason for people to stop and stare.
Oh! but you can't use gay, oh no you wouldn't dare.
Black boys getting called niggas everyday , but I forgot society don't care.
People getting slandered everyday for speaking the truth.
Didn't know it could hurt so bad, but now I have a clue.
People still reppin their green, red, even white and blue,
for the sake of themselves and the pride that they hold onto.
Im just traveling through this world and observing my view.
Not trying to conform to this world; no need to please any of you.
When I write these rhymes I'm spittin' nothing but the truth.
So don't shoot the messenger, I'm just trying to give you a birds eye view.
Categories:
slandered, analogy, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
There is no poet monster and no killer of dreams.
Some people have imaginary visions, or so it seems.
All the trolls and bullies are gone, except for one,
who continues spinning webs of lies, never done.
No poison snake slithers inside these poetry halls.
No toddler antics committed, but for one who bawls,
crying out about leaders on lists, not being humble.
Boo hoo and hiss, with a pen this one does grumble
With references to "him" and "his" it's plain to see,
the one being slandered stands when he has to pee.
Bitterness runs rampant through veins of cold blood
and malicious words pour forth in an angry flood.
It's a shame this good man has been falsely accused,
but his mind and spirit remain unscathed, not bruised.
His soul is not empty and many call him 'my brother.'
Acrid words don't hurt him when penned by another.
Mildness is a virtue he shows many, without a doubt.
He doesn't look down on others with a haughty snout.
So, Milt, I am proud to be among those you call 'friend,'
and pity the one who besmirches you, trying to offend.
Categories:
slandered, anger, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you see all the colors that shade us?
rivaling all sense and reason, laughing back hollow.
All smiles-- lieing first back. and truely cutting
across every shallow relevence ...riding silver ,slandered ,slanted...
Break
Sillence
Shouting
When? Without following with Why?
Words cross and fade, pass these lips timid
Why? Never.
Each and every thought lucid and untouchable
breaking on rocks, shores lusting foamfilled
moments breathed and retracted lifeless
........always
Spread the low intellect flat and even
to unlevel, descheveled constants, speaking
unheard conversations pasted falsely...
listing every disallusioned perception like bingo numbers openly.
We're truthful animals when subjected to questionable scenarios
as the painful plots make assholes of otherwise calmer cats.
This reality is necessary and bothersome.
Categories:
slandered,
Form:
some lessons that must be learned
makes me wish i could beg not
this pain that im going through
i idioticly brought
my thoughts at the time
share the gift of peace of mind
only later to find
that some people unfortunately
are just glutton for pain
the shame of being the one
who should of complained
and laughed at that past
of your greed stealing my
change and your envy
slandered my name
when just like i did then
and unlike you Never
changed i will make
sure to refrain from
helping the jealous
Greedy Entity
that has brought
me self blame
Categories:
slandered, betrayal,
Form:
Ballad
My gentle tongue,
Loosely professes my sorrow
Aches and pain fill my body daily
My warm soul,
Speaks words of love and loss of reality
For my love has gone astray and left me lonely
My crooked feet,
Walk the floors of insanity
And leaves footprints in vain
My scarred arms,
Curdle up with coldness
Shivering like a dope fiend
My friendly heart,
Talks to me daily
Offers guidance and strength
My bare ears,
Hear words, Words that are not spoken
Paranoia steps in
My youthful mind,
Wonders through and through
Disconnected from the world outside
My fruitful body,
Seeks pleasure, In the midst of another
To ignite that fire that burns within me
My glossy eyes,
See vengeance and anger
For those that accused and slandered me
My inner child,
Is speaking out,
Speaking out loudly for me
My sense of life,
Slowly deteriorates
Like a drunk that can't tell the time of day
My thought of love,
Increasingly escapes
For happiness is not meant to be, Least not for me
My lonely nose,
Smells death , Lurking in the dark
Carrying the scent of flesh and loss of life
My greatest fear,
Of change, Keeps me bound
Afraid to breathe , This breath of life
I feel like a zombie, Walking the floor
Of a lifeless earth, Knocking on enemy's door
Open up, Here I am...
Categories:
slandered, angst, confusion, depression, introspection,
Form:
Free verse