Best Undermine Poems
LIGHT YEARS
Some advance before their time, they
Shine so bright they seem to blind.
Those who undermine can never see,
Unless they change their frequency
Dull minds, can never over-stand
The brilliance of a futuristic man.
Every generation has something to say,
Yet few will recognize your worth on earth;
Especially if you’re light years away.
But go ahead say it anyway, even if most are unable to agree.
When the world catches up, and is awed by your shine,
The future will read writings, from your wisdom divine.
Keep in mind “you are ahead of your time”
So, if the world to which you’ve been assigned,
Does not with your thoughts agree.
Have faith in the future’s passionate child...
Who’ll become your disciple; Posthumously!
Friendship is stronger than you think
A real friend will never give you headaches
No one is perfect, because we are all human beings
A false friend is like a cold steam
even on the summer's hot and sunny days
They are inevitable to meet, from time to time
Always pretending to be nice
An enemy can be more honest than a false friend
Never undermine my mood
Watch out ... knockout
09.06.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Street Cries
Son remember this gentle kiss can hide filthyness of feature events
As I converse to his innocence
Our time spent precious in a world reckless hectic dieses infected
Praying he receive the message knowing his faith is tested
Make sure your hearts protected this world leaves you breathless if you let it
Never forget it pops said it when you realize in due time we have street cries
Don't be suprised truth they undermine hide slide lies make sure your on point Jackson five
They penilize those crossing lines decide to open wide
Supply masses their plans of genocide that's why mysterious people die
Classified chemical envasion replacing brain stimulation Intensifies sensation stem cell occupations
Secret military stations nations at war destroying creation
This is what you facing lust chaseing digital information generation
Be aware of were trust you placing food you tasting
F.D.A gets away everyday putting unhealth on shelf increasing wealth
Make sure to obtain knowledge of self
Welcome to the new world hope this conversation helps peace
Dedicated to Evelyn Judy Buehler. I love the joy
and color she brings to her poetry!
Pink puddle of petals, precious
underneath the parasol tree.
Celebrant-pear in bridal white —
pairs walk down the chapel aisle.
The vigor of a garden dressed —
up and down the rows, I’m restless.
Blossoms of bittersweet passion —
red and tangerine attraction.
Sunspree of yellow jonquils —
tiptoeing tiny-tim-like through them.
No mortal map or shovel can undermine
the undiscovered pearly gate of Eden.
Roses blush with tinted cheeks —
a suitor pinches a couple dozen.
Black-eye in the center of a coneflower —
red-tinged-xanthous Susan rays of Summer.
Precious and few, our foray of the perfect,
the most extensive, the coolest environment.
Golden buttermilk rose, with its ruffled petals —
pleasant scent neighboring the paprika yarrow.
What worth Eden — its treasures of rainbow showers,
scents that are mind boggling, its puddles of petals?
3/22/2021
Worry often goes in hand with love.
When all the dark clouds accumulate above.
When all your fears form a throng.
And you have that feeling something is wrong.
It seems natural to think that way.
When your imagination goes astray.
If they are ill or just late home.
Your worst thoughts start to roam.
Its time to step back and remember what’s real.
Don’t exaggerate what you feel.
If something manifests and really is wrong.
You will be needed to be very strong.
Worry and panic can undermine sense.
And work the wrong way, at your expense.
Feeling you’re buried? No you’ve just been planted,
Don’t let your thoughts get too slanted.
Remember what I read, just the other day.
Who wrote it I regret, it did not say.
Worry doesn’t remove tomorrow’s trouble.
It takes away today’s peace, on the double.
So if you wear the cap of a worry wart,
Its high time, a new hat you bought.
Answer each call, with hope you had a windfall.
Don’t listen if they say the sky will fall.
The good things outweigh the bad.
No time to be sad, there’s good times to be had.
If things go wrong and you get a bad news letter.
Your choice, you get bitter, or you get better.
Its all entirely up to you.
But worrying will never do.
"Trauma In my Mother's House"
Some mornings came whispering in my mother's ears the torment of being a lady;
It explained to her how by the kitchen knife
she was meant to breathe only from a man’s pocket
She was told that her tears undermine society
& her body worth not even a cent from a man’s wallet,
Because she is the object that cannot fit even in an empty set
the door of my mother's head was opened by another strange voice,
informing her that cooking is the degree she has earned naturally
& that anything above it, is a sin beyond reality
Situation has made her to see this world as a cooking kitchen;
The aches from there is the comfort air she inhales without regretting
In my mother's house,
she is strong like the wind that comes before rainfall,
Because she's the eagle that can withstand any downfall
Her power is the milk that's capable of breastfeeding this lazy world
& babysit any depression that wants to overcome her,
Because her current life is the hell she is defeating very well.
Poet:
© Cheto
Programmed fools demonize our culture,
try to undermine, demoralize,
say that it’s all ‘white supremacist,’
it’s ‘patriarchal,’ ‘all built on lies.’
Overblow every mistake they find,
project onto us all of their sins,
parasites dependant on a host
that they’re busy killing from within.
Be they our teachers of professors,
or scum media lying out loud,
don’t listen when they preach self-hatred,
for there is much of which to be proud.
They like to blame us for slavery,
tell children it was unique to us,
when the Muslims enslaved twenty times
of what came to the Americas.
They don’t teach that for ten thousand years
it was commonplace to all mankind,
they do not want that much perspective
to ever enter into our minds.
They don’t mention that we helped kill it,
that the west paid in blood for that change,
or that no culture who came before
dared to take on this practice deranged.
They harp on this to guilt good people,
make them cower to the leftist crowd,
there is no need to feel self-hatred,
when there’s so much that should make you proud.
They like to proclaim that we’re ‘racist,’
it’s their favorite way to shut you up,
use your skin tint to assign virtues,
endlessly coming up with such stuff.
But the only racists out there are
the lefties who reduce us to groups,
the rest of us don’t care for this crap,
and are annoyed by people who do.
When we buried Jim Crow long ago,
held up equality under law,
we did all that a country can do,
one standard for all, despite our flaws.
Go ask China about Africans,
or the Muslim world of people dark,
and you’ll understand very quickly
that our attitudes are far apart.
We say that color doesn’t matter,
and that all who try must be allowed,
so when they preach racial self-hatred,
flip them off, you’ve a right to be proud...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
What is Time
But existence clocked
Hands and face
Always watched.
Dictates our sleep
Our working lives
Who dies
Who thrives.
The dial of life
Rules us all
Some bored
Some have a ball.
Minutes and hours tick away
Here today, gone yesterday
Time is a gift, we only borrow
Time will determine who is here tomorrow.
The fortunate, their time joyfully spent
The worst of us, will time repent
Either or can't undermine
The power of Father Time.
Never to undermine your own power.
Negative thoughts always upset feeling
Don't ever try to probe your past failure.
Vast capabilities for succeeding.
Needs positive attitude for working.
Decide steps to reach dream successfully
Remember to attain plan finally.
Don't expect any external frequent
help; for your success just work truthfully,
your sincere attempts will bring achievement.
Do not think me overly confident
Because I believe the obvious fact?
Do I come across as arrogant
Because I have thought processes you lack?
Do not yourself be as the ignorant are
Who buy into wild conspiracy theory
Or follow "leaders" who do not care,
Thinking only of themselves, so wearily
I find it sad you blather on unceasingly,
That you are convinced of dangerous lies
Which would undermine common decency
Destroy the values on which America relies.
Do you really think against all evidence
The 2020 election was riddled with fraud
Or are you searching for some confidence
In a thing greater than yourself to applaud.
Have you asked yourself recently how
You can make your country great again.
What is your motivation for acting so now
What can you hope in desperation to gain?
GOLD MEDAL WINNER
"Create a Theory" Poetry Contest
All Poetry - October 19, 2021
New technology
Gigahertz and gigabytes
In every pocket
Safety or madness
Design for kids in four years
Undermine childhood
02.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Haiku 5-7-5 /www.howmanysyllables.com
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Idealism gone. Work ethic deleted
No concept of service. Patriotism defeated
Continual bulls**t. Same mistakes repeated
Undermine the people. Honesty unseated
More concerned with his wallet than the poor
Believes he’s owed a king’s lifestyle and more
Allowing terrorists inside our shore
Never attempting to do what he is paid for
Taking from the people. Watching liberty crack
Smiling at the Camera while breaking the nation’s back.
NO MORE INCUMBANTS!!
TWO TERM LIMIT- ONE IN OFFICE AND ONE IN PRISON.
A Pet Peeve
By: Olivia Rodrigue
A smile that reeks desperation
A mascaraed eye batted intently
Your falsified figures and fancies
Undermine others of my generation
To think that a woman is only
Aesthetically valued and won
Is a peeve that’s been maddening many
But thought significant only by some
They bray at braless feminists
Thinking that these are the crazy few
Feminism means makeup-less monsters
That degrade men-as bitter shrews do
How can you laugh at oppression?
A word that history knows well
When minority rights and reactions
Have shaped how we act-what we sell
They painted the greats as extremists
They called activists nearly insane
But the genius among us would not bow
To the pressures that society named
Therefore I say bring on your follies
For the truth of the matter will be revealed
Though you peeve me with your ignorant statements
The injustice- once hidden -is unsealed