Best Ungracious Poems
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mold molecular mamsy-pamsy sillopsuedo master of
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sitting back and looking at the world as a place to be
not to be, hope to be, wish to be, be to be, in the
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all that is emo exit everpresent to keep the fecal faces free of
founding father status inquo man although time is time in place.
Mindfulness is a mute place ill unattended by sociocrap everlasting.
Treasure travel inviting innate needs netherly nodding to the primo positive
practitudes of acoustic ancillary annotated awareness, allowing all annuities
ancient archaic to willfully wind wind waveringly wish away intrinsic id-ideas.
It it is what u want it it to be, say, scroll, live, plural, self to self. Use it, lose it,
share it, beware it, con-cure it, it. Know it it's criminal capitol is wary for before
u know it it, life it before it its u, and will its it and
ego ale all eek out the precious profit of its itdom idiocracy illusionary in its
illogical inness so mad made as not to gravely gravitate ungracious griefs
upon your its it.
scary huh. Karma it, Big Daddy.
a praying mantis
on knees busy revering
me so bewildered
if this small mortal complies
why humans are ungracious
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot
I feel things others never get to feel,
I see the world for what others do not.
The cluttered world of sound described as fraught
I wouldn’t know. Mine’s quiet, honest, real
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot.
I won’t be ungracious, and I thank God
In the silence of my own mind’s appeal
I see the world for what others do not.
I convey what sound junkies long forgot,
like listen deep, and empathize for real
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot.
And my tone uncontrolled but I will not
Be ashamed. Nothing about me is unreal;
I see the world for what others do not.
And because my voice fails, my heart says a lot;
My hands shouting the endless grace I feel
With eyes that listen when my ears cannot
I see the world for what others do not.
HAIKU ON LOVE # 1
You leave me after we make love
Moonbeam falls
A poet shares my sorrow
HAIKU ON LOVE # 2
She coils him
Desolate
Autumn waits
HAIKU ON LOVE # 3
A love bruise
Wicked parrot
Season of rain
HAIKU ON LOVE# 4
His words were diamonds
Wizard of love phrases
He stole my garments
HAIKU ON LOVE # 5
She offered her warm breasts
To her lover in winter night
Icy wind roared
HAIKU ON LOVE # 6
Two leaves are tangled
The tree meditates
He does not know our raptures
HAIKU ON LOVE # 7
Words are lost
Glances weak
Glaciered infinity
HAIKU ON LOVE # 8
My neighbour’s wife
Pulls me
To a sobbing counter
HAIKU ON LOVE # 9
Sighs heavy, hidden moon
Moans, pleasures of the night
Cruel kisses bleed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 10
She fell on my chest
Stunned
By the dart of love
HAIKU ON LOVE # 11
Hold on some more and hold on
Until the fire is put out
And he would close his eyes
HAIKU ON LOVE # 12
I would wager
He would leave soon
With a trail of cinnabar
HAIKU ON LOVE # 13
He was a noodle
As her eyes were nearly shut
And bottom of the sea sloshed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 14
I had to hold her like a python
Brute yes I am, I couldn’t lose time
To be ambivalent
HAIKU ON LOVE # 15
His tired legs staggered
He fell again on her bosom
God is so ungracious
HAIKU ON LOVE # 16
Incredible cavern
Big black cat walks on curling passages
In search of snail trail
HAIKU ON LOVE # 17
Last night’s sleep
Washed out
My lover’s petting
HAIKU ON LOVE # 18
My husband’s ancient kiss
Fades away
Like charming baubles
HAIKU ON LOVE # 19
A young man hid behind his shadow
At the edge of the river
My bath aroma seeped through his skull
HAIKU ON LOVE # 20
My wife was parabolic
She could not make love
Before her voyage to comet
HAIKU ON LOVE # 21
I can go down her slit
If the river gets more time
To watch my owl
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TOXIC LOVE
Your venom spreads, contagious,
Words spoken, wild and outrageous,
Attitude ungracious and relentless,
The Dark side of your resilience
Sobriety,
an outsider’s plea,
Unseen in your bustling society,
I stand guard, my presence discreet,
Curious when your darkness will leave.
I tread the path of rollercoaster emotions.
A love potion in silent devotion,
Sacrificing all, heedless of the fall,
Chasing a fleeting notion’s call.
I forgive your disrespect,
Dismiss the hurt from your neglect,
Yet your rejection of me,
Lingers, suspect, like a shadow’s plea.
Your "Baby Mamma Drama,"
a symphony of strife,
Notes of toxicity, discordant life,
Emotional wombs echo trauma’s plea,
Where periods pause, and commas set us free.
Let me be your intoxication,
Love—the soul’s sweet motivation,
Darkness drips from your poisoned lips,
Etching heartbreak and love drops that drip.
I tell myself I won’t miss you
Yet deep within, I know I will
With Love and Respect
An ungracious sea
Of turbulent thoughts
A virtuous course
Of dismay
The forsaken ports,
The hindered refuge,
The callous advice
Of disgrace
In a perfect storm
Came a tranquil calm
As a ray of hope;
I can breathe
With brilliant display
The darkness is slain
You guided me back
Out to sea
With love and respect
I’ll never forget
Your kindness
© 2018 Jeffrey Spencer
Form:
Misplaced words and blogs,
Misplaced friendships and response,
No thoughts to others.
Are the Angel's feathers double dipped,
quills of gold but bloody tipped...
is wrath upon the many unknowing,
going,showing unhealthy stowing...
ungracious of the promised precious,
only looking for their next delicious...
Tough love,may be a reminder
fellows once,can be,fellows again
if only to feel,and then remember,
a part of the whole begins within'...
There is nothing worse than love except unloved.
It's unclear why I have been moved from desirable to undesirable.
An unaccountable situation not uncommon in the relationship world.
The issue that one has become uncommitted is undeniably
ungracious and unsuitable.
The fact that my possession of an individuals undivided attention
that has been replaced with uninterested and unclaimed
makes me uncertain of the existence of the love she claimed.
Am I to understand that she became uncomfortable and unconsolable?
I underestimated unbreakable. Undermining the unwilling unknowing that
the price would be the ultimate. Where was I unrelenting in my cruelty?
I find it unsearchable to see what went unchecked or what parts I left unrequited.
I'll just have to let her go so that she will be unburdened.
Better that than her being unfaithful.
They climbed
resuming the mongrel form,
The twelve.
A catcalling mob
burdened by sympathetic stimulants,
Procured from the neck.
Yippering yowls
break from a youth,
Torn from thick, incongruous lips.
As a pack
they leap onto the quivering metal,
Slender paws slapping on ice.
Ice all round;
leering...over bearing... ungracious ice
To aid their whimpering might.
3/10/15
Shut up, and grow up if you're a racist
I'll kick you with my Aasics
Then leave you inside the matrix
Because I'm so tired of seeing it on a daily basis
Especially after what happened to so many innocent natives
That were just trying to live and be creative
In a place that was more than spacious
Far too many were ungracious
Because they only cared about being famous
Within this vast space
The Earth spins at such a fast pace
But have faith
Even if you always wind up in last place
Being able to adapt makes
Better paths to take, or so the facts state
Even though some just care about their cash safe
And staying half baked
That's great
Because it makes them look even more like fat snakes
Like so many others from past dates
As the rest moving across the grass race
Over and beyond every one of the brass gates
Because of Columbus
I look at most of these holidays with reluctance
Since he murdered hundreds of thousands without justice
I will never celebrate the actions of someone cold blooded
He can eat a bullet from this musket
Before I make him really kick the bucket
I'd throw him from the top of the highest summit
And laugh while he was beginning to plummet
Yes, I was inurbane but not from family poor.
Of innumerable malignant deeds you were the doer!
You, urban man, on your knees you came with aim to flatter.
I was no girl capricious though stood in line the next suitor!
All charms you applied to have me towards you gravitate.
In no time you grabbed all my wealth like water to dissipate!
Perspicuous you were in making me, in face of others, the scapegoat.
Many to alienate me; your mocking mistresses, family members who gloat!
But you stupid and ungracious, you may not know this journey with you is transitory.
“Every dog has its day.” I’ve found my true love and soon he will end my sob story!
12/09/16 - 10 lines
Ten words Challenge by John Hamilton
1. ALIENATE 2. CAPRICIOUS 3. DISSIPATE 4. GRAVITATE 5.FLATTER 6. INURBANE 7. MALIGNANT 8.PERSPICUOUS 9. TRANSITORY 10. SCAPEGOAT
Not more than 20 lines.
Judged 17/09/16 - Placed 7
My Desire
“1I will confess and praise You [O God] with my whole heart; before the gods will I sing praises to You. 2I will worship toward Your holy temple and praise Your name for Your loving-kindness and for Your truth and faithfulness; for You have exalted above all else Your name and Your word and You have magnified Your word above all Your name!” Psa 138:1-2 AMP
My Desire is to reveal God’s love and power
And to exalt His word and name;
To bring glory to our risen Savior
Not to be in any hall of fame.
I desire to protect my Lord’s reputation,
And make known to all His lavish love;
To praise His name above all names,
And delight in His peace and joy from above.
My Desire is to uplift my Savior,
Who died so humble and obedient,
So He may save this one lost world,
So ungracious and willfully defiant.
May those who receive an abundance of grace
And heaven's gift of righteousness,
Reign in life through their Savior
And demonstrate His loving kindness.
My Desire is to reveal God’s promises
To those who feel weak,
That they might be strengthened,
Because His word they now seek.
May my readers find their Savior
And experience His mighty power;
May they reach out for His mercy
When the roaring lion attempts to devour.
My Desire is that we are all thankful
For the Father and the Son.
Thankful that both would deem us worthy
To sacrifice so much that our redemption be won.
Thankful for the Holy Spirit
And the numerous gifts of heaven;
Thankful for God’s tender mercies
And His abundant love so graciously given.
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Silence
Uncomfortable
Eerie in heaviness
Weighted in screams
Echos through the halls with
Grief
Overwhelming
Bitter with guilt
Chased by memories
Ladens every minute of
Life
Effervecent
Fragile in nature
Lived to the fullest
Snuffed in a blink by
Death
Ungracious
Fickle harvester of life
Feared by survivors
Brings eternity through
Faith
Everpresent
Balm to the spirit
Unshaken by tragedy
Gives peace to those left behind
(This is an older write that I wrote after a student was killed in an accident several years ago. Our school had another tragedy when a student collapsed from a brain aneurysm in class this week, and was taken off life support the next day_10/2. This still fits better than anything new I could have written.
Thank you Emily for leaving your Faith as a beacon for others.)
Parasites, these
unremembered memories
unbidden guests
made themselves at home
within my breast
And suckled in silence
‘til lifeblood waned
vitality drained
only traces remain
of who I was
Now I have become
an ungracious host
shadowy ghost
in a hollow shell
with nothing to feed
these guests’ great need
Odd sensation of wriggling
I feel them digging
their way out of my skin
as alarmed I view
their fight for survival
breaking through
Parasites, these
obtrusive memories
no longer silent
swollen full of violent
past imagery
painful to see
(NOTE: This is NOT a new write- I actually wrote this in 2015, but I thought it might give someone else an idea for the "Remembering What You Want To Forget" Poetry Contest)...