Best Undermines Poems
Hey sugar I’m defriending you
The time has come to say adeiu
A long time pal who undermines
the plans I make to change my life.
Sweetly in my life each day
your crystal heart has caused decay.
Lurking unexpectedly
Any chance to ambush me
You’re hidden there in every bite,
Satisfying, smug delight.
Which I regret everytime
I can’t stop, once I taste:
My heart beats
Eyes dilate
I’ve fallen for your sweetened charm.
But sometimes love is not enough
Your honied calI I must rebuff.
Addicted!
I try so hard to give you up
All my life you’ve been there
Pretend to give, but you don’t care
For the chaos left behind:
Rotten teeth and heart disease
Diabetes, swollen knees
Expanding waist,
Bloated face
Your reputation in disgrace.
You have to go!
Your time is up!
A wholesome friend is what I want.
Take your saccharine caress elsewhere.
Now l stand my ground, I’m being tough
For sometimes love is not enough.
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
Thinks he's on some cool ish
But really on some bull ish
The type of dude that
You want nothing to do with
This is the type of dude
That will promise you everything
Wont deliver anything
& use excuses endlessly
He'll be acting like a boss
As he undermines your cause
Sometimes you just gotta cut ties n walk
& Whats really wack, is when hes needed most,
Is when he busts out the o'llllll dissapearing act
I say screw him pshhh, who cares where hes at
Coming back deflecting blame & trying to make you carry that
All hes got is this,
Inflateted sense of confidence
And poppin his ballon
Shouldnt take you too long and
Dont benifit him....
Straight to hater mode
No cash to spend....
Straight to do me a favor mode
Behind bars again.....
Staight to prayer mode
Guess mr untouchable
Got caught up in the danger zone
Who needs enimies, with friends like these
This guy all types of nuts, like trader joes
Thinks hes on some cool ish
But really on some bull ish
The type of dude that
You want nothing to do with
Dont let all of his kindness jestures
impress ya
& turn you into a trust despenser
Youll regret the
day you let your guard down,
yes he will pretend to, be genuine
Then switch up from jeckyll 2 hyde
In a few seconds Time, his agendas
to convince ya that hes dependa-
Bull, which is bull, I bet when ya, first met him,
The impression that he left ya
with is a confident man with all the answers like alexa
But guess what
The less ya put creadance into the the things hes speakin
the better off youll be in the long run, yessir
You could run an eternity through shadows,
Run an era in dim labyrinths,
Time might hide you in its palm.
But sooner or later, you will meet the Judge,
Sooner or later, the Divine will find you in descent.
Go and tell the long-path liar,
Bring the news to the rider who revives at midnight,
Speak to the wanderer, the lover of chance, the one who whispers venom,
Tell them the Cutter of fates will end their journey,
Tell them the Supreme Silence will stifle their word.
Well, with goodwill, I share this stellar news,
My head has been sprinkled with the dew of the night sky,
I've crouched down in prayer,
Conversing with the Man from silvery Galilee.
He spoke to me with a voice that sweetly translated eternity,
I believed I heard the orderly step of angels,
He pronounced my name, and my heart stopped in anticipation,
When He said, "Take My path and do what the fates demand!"
Go and unravel the one with the forked tongue,
Carry the news across the starry field to the rider who roams at night,
Demolish the story of the one who walks restlessly,
Tell them the heavenly harvest prepares their fall,
Tell them their time of reckoning will come, under God's wing.
You could flee through countless times and ages,
Get lost in your flight through salted centuries,
No abyss could save you in an endless time.
Sooner or later, we all will align with the Law,
Sooner or later, we will pass before Him.
You can throw the stone and hide your hand,
Work in the darkness of the night against your fellow like a phantom,
But as surely as night unravels at dawn,
All that wanders in dark obscurity will soon come to light.
You can plunge into long races and cling to a shadow,
You can thrash through galaxies and build yourself in silence.
But sooner or later, Someone will tally your days,
Sooner or later, the Great Light will cut your flight short.
Bring this remedy to the one who serves lies,
Bring the word to the rider who roams and undermines at midnight,
Narrate the truth to the one who sees only play in luck,
Tell them the Weaver of Fate has counted their moments,
Tell them the Keeper of Balance will bring them silence.
Simply
unidentifiably
Perplexing.
Exemplifying
rather
crazy,
absurd,
Linguistics.
It's
fantastic
rhythm
allowing
grandiose
Ictus
lends
imbecilic
speach.
Truly
idioclly
contrived.
Experiencing
xanaphobia
paralizingly
incapacitates
any
linguist
in
defining
obligatory
comprehension.
It
obviously
undermines
spell check!
July16, 2014
Contest: Acrostic #2
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer
Arising to exuberant sunshine, I put on my ugly warm-ups amended for
exercise. Today I plan on moving until dusk, adapting my essence to ideal
form; offering healthy unit. Anticipation confines eagerness to impress
myself over total upset, achieving the expectations I sanction opens doors
unimpeded to a vast ego that I opt still uplifting. Assessing goals energizes
me into complete obsessive limits, unleashing hidden aspects within
exceptional boundaries; I recognized objectively while unbeknown to
accomplishments. Struggles encouraged me insightfully to overcome
difficulties, unlike previous ambitions when eagerness seized illusive dreams;
occasionally workout ultimately ceased.
Aspiration to excel daily in my own quest, undermines certain abilities that
entirely permits overweight; utter body abuse. Pace engages while I conform
openly to utmost movements, adjusting to everything my old body unwillingly gives.
A new experience has ignited such overwhelming results, unraveling the absolute
shape everyone dreams of; lovely unquestionable, still allowing the entire core’s
inspirited product. Organs seem unusually grateful, allocating years evoking more
orthodox living unbelievably quite appealing, however; I am open to upsetting results.
A quick energizing snack; I’m clearly obsessed with universal physique, actual vision
enters my idle mind’s orbit quite unexpectedly…
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
When dictators purchase our guns,
we wade through blood to deliver.
And take their cash without remorse
while riddled bodies still quiver.
Big egos and pampered palates
impose subsistence starvation.
And enforced illiteracy
results in mental stagnation.
Children suckle on bitter tears,
scratching a living from the earth.
And there is no escaping pain,
hunger's a consequence of birth.
Governments exploit poor people
that are too frightened to resist.
And their rights are an afterthought
to nations drooling to assist.
A weapon of mass destruction,
fear, undermines their will to live.
And they are stripped of everything;
till they have nothing left to give.
(Quatrain)
1/16/2015
Wayne White can't take it no more;
his life is an ordeal and he wells knows
that he's got spies around him galore.
So, no matter what, wherever he goes
stalkers are there, night and day.
They don't leave him alone at all.
They won't get out of the way;
At the store, at the bank, at the mall.
"They follow me, they tap my phone,"
he says. This disrupts his sleep,
undermines his health, makes him weep.
Why on earth don't they leave him alone?
Worst thing is, he doesn't know why
He has become a TI.
The perps perform street theater,
They also stalk him on Twitter.
Please precious play,
Reap radiant rays;
Etch each embrace,
Charm cheery chase;
Impact inking,
Odd ordering;
Urge unfurls us,
See sights sensuous;
Beauty boasts blooms,
Odd odours oomph;
Urge undermines,
Nudge number nine;
Tales trouble tells,
Yonder yields yell.
Leon Enriquez
23 October 2014
Singapore
(Note: This is an Acrostic Sonnet with Alliteration.
"Nudge number nine" -- The number 9 represents
Completion in Numerology; Thus to nudge number 9
is to prevent completion of a cycle, and thus obstruct
the start of a new cycle.)
the State of Arizona has signed a very crazy law
that in the opinion of most Americans has some major flaws
it requires each and every person who trods upon their land
to walk around with proof of citizenship papers in their hands
they say it's not racial profiling, they say it's fair and just
to make an assumption about anyone's immigration status
I don't know, maybe it's me
but doesn't this bill violate our basic civil liberties
Arizona is the only state which wanted no part of that federal determination
that made the birthday of the Rev. Dr. M.L. King a day of national celebration
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
If we don't stop this Bill the integrity of America will fall
most every person in the United States is a product of immigration
be it first, second, third, fourth or fifth generation
how dare those racists in Arizona try to pass this crazy law
that undermines everything that America stands for
"Give me your tired, your hungry and your poor" are the words on the Statue of Liberty
yet this law that demands proof of status is an Unconstitutional absurdity
the Police in turn won't be able to deal with any real crime
if they're going around asking people for citizenship papers all the time
no warrant is required, just a reasonable suspicion
but who has the wherewithall to determine that decision?
Heaven forbid if they should ever encounter a child
would they say "papers please" with a badge and a smile?
this is some BS, why can't they see that this bill is wrong?
and who in hell gave them the authority to tell people where they belong?
this Bill I call "Papers Please" this Bill we must fight
so that every American will sustain their inalienable rights
for this country to be like South Africa was with its aparthied situation
would be a grievous mistake and a true abomination
"Papers Please" Arizona's Senate Bill 1070 we must defeat
we need to let the State of Arizona know that we will take it to the streets
"Solution OR Problem"
Part of the problem or of the solution
Depends upon one's contribution.
There's only two sides, no middle ground,
No place in between can there be found.
To be part of the solution, one must be
Doing SOMEthing for and productively
To resolve, correct, counteract,
In SOME way doing a selfLESS act.
If part of the solution, one is not,
Then to the problem they add, allot.
Since they provide no resistance,
To the problem they give assistance.
Those who do nothing either way,
Are part of the problem anyway.
For those who do nothing, they enable,
Thus fit and wear the problem label.
Those who do wrong of various kinds,
Regardless what type that undermines,
Violates another's rights and space,
Are the problem; are a disgrace.
Such individuals destroy our peace,
Create problems for stress increase
And if we do nothing, then we are too,
Part of the problem with blame due.
So many think, seem to perceive
That doing nothing will relieve
Them of their duty and obligation,
But instead, they join the causation.
To all those of you who are doing wrong,
Knowingly, willingly, then you belong
With being branded not just the part,
But of the problem, you're at the heart.
Part of the problem or of the solution
Depends on for which, your contribution.
Those doing nothing and/or doing wrong
ARE the problems and help them along.
So, I ask, on which side are you;
Which side do you contribute to?
On the side of solution OR the other side
Do you choose to be, do you decide?
"Solution OR problem; no middle ground,
One side OR the other, we each are found.
We cannot be on both or in between;
Solution OR problem, we choose which scene."
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2017-09-13 22:37:00 (EST)
All rights reserved.
The child allowed to have their way,
And do whatsoever they may,
Who is not taught to have restraint,
Develops traits that their life taint.
The rule of appetite destroys,
And undermines life’s lasting joys.
It makes the human being a slave,
To whatever his passions crave.
Instead of reason taming urge,
Unruly urges reason scourge.
The man becomes a boorish brute,
Unanchored from his soulish root.
The home should be a training ground,
Where order reigns and love abounds.
Here children learn how they should live,
As parents sound instructions give.
When parents fail their job to do,
Society pays a high price too,
with citizens who lack the traits
That makes a nation truly great.
So many lives are ruined wastes,
Destroyed by drugs that make minds race.
Because of lack of self-control,
Men wreck their lives and lose their souls.
The quest for power, wealth, and fame,
Becomes for some a raging flame.
They live their life to make a name,
But often their life ends in shame.
Don’t let your body rule your brain,
let brain over your passions reign.
Make it your goal to become good,
To be the best a human could.
Elegant steps,
The gaze of a queen,
Clandestine; reaching the pinnacles of great towers
Whose garment I long to wrap for warmth.
The smiles stands tall the heights of the Himalayas
This beauty - a gaze upon the mirage,
Which ponders as its piercing power undermines wits
Angels set before work to carve out stool
Stool meant for an eagle!
This eagle is mine for I long for the queen's presence.
If ye wonder why Esther be great, then I tell you why kings be born
A race I'm winning;
For it takes two to tango
My Queen, long may you reign in my kingdom
Enshrined with meekness,
Such candour your presence gives
For a lifetime,
For eternity,.
A guard of heart
A gentle heart
A queen's heart...
I shall gladly guide
LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit
Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite
mindful sib bull ling to detach himself from his own plight
and fashion attempt (however feeble)
to complete before this night
a communique (my apologies if thee cognition strikes thee
with dumbfounded hard to comprehend patois),
but perchance a mite
bit of the following - dashed off in a huff - epistle sheds light
on ceasing to ignore yourself (envious
of yar fierce sticktowithiveness) scaling height
of apprehension (more insurmountable than
natural mountain peak, versus taking flight
and shuttering ye out of my humdrum life (orchestrated
with mild sax and violins), yea not mooch to excite
but, this effort pressing fingers
upon select keys eventually generated a byte
size message sent via FIOS fiber optic and mostly airtight.
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Tis with great difficulty birthday cheer proffered, when psyche still stung
by lash of acrimouny, calumny, effrontery, finality rung
humility indelicacy,...zealotry as if spoken with glee from your tongue.
unwise to sustain estrangement caws
each of us imperfect, aye kin attest mine past awash with flaws,
and admit crushing impact felt from others, especially late Zison inlaws
but, now yearly occasion of your birth opportunistic
despite being annexed by anxiety based on uncertain laws
sans human behavior, how ye might respond,
me owning modest kudos buffer as oopahs
to risk brokering a detente (which avoidance
toward thee) undermines cumulative, endearing hur rahs
visited times gone by,
which recent past found me unstoppably gurgling
invariably vibrating uvulas
(yes, ja probably forgot, this bro' born
a mutant Ninja Turtle) xy awes,
Gratitude attitude grow
Peacock attitude away throw
Though temptations line up in a row
Pointless, heartless any soul you to hurt
Under no circumstances invective blurt
Because so doing grows you curt
Achieving trinkets, reaping limpets
As you blow trivial trumpets
Deriding, riding, restless strumpets
In your city where contempt
Fashionable in an objectional attempt
To parade low grade hair unkempt
For aeons under neon lights
Illuminating prudish, brutish fights
Meant to ignore the snore of plights
Street kids endure under the watch
You observe at close quarters to catch
Miscreants and recidivists who latch
Onto corruption
To catalyze the eruption
So blatantly witnessed in the disruption
Probity suffers as wafers
Vanish into thin air when quaffers
Poke fun at a senile souse who suffers
Ravages of loneliness
You regret in the context of silliness
Egrets and open secrets endure as holiness
Suffers its biggest reverse
To learn men of the collar deemed so averse
To child molestation in vows so diverse
Embarrass your church
Leaving doubting Thomases in the lurch
As for meaning and direction they search
Wondering if hypocrisy in this crisis
Should call and recall paralysis
To promote or demote dialysis
As a cure for the malaise
Believers suffer in the craze
That undermines set standards in a maze
In which a plethora of anguish
You bear as you strive to distinguish
Reality from fiction. Your faith don’t extinguish
Or else you throw baby together with bath water
In the church and in your quarter
To deny you opportunities for malfeasance to alter.