Best Unnecessarily Poems
There are those engaged in pedagogy
To facilitate the drip... drip... drip
Of poison to accost a child's ear.
Maneuvering with glee and juicy decadence...
Sequestering all they say and hear.
Filled with righteous indignation
And a blind sanctification to their cause.
They pervert both judge and jury...
Twisting truth with sainted claws.
Under a veil of woeful ignorance...
They molest and kink impeccant minds.
When pressed to divulge their scribblings...
They graciously decline.
'You've not the right!' They blindly scream.
'Your fear and doubt is blatantly absurd.
We are gentle shepherds of our flock...
But you'll just have to take our word.'
For far too long we've abdicated our
Responsibility to these purveyors of disruption.
As they've repackaged long failed ideologies...
Fattening our children for destruction.
Nothing good comes from darkness
Except mushrooms and a willingness to deceive.
And proselytizing children like some fungi...
Seems unnecessarily naive.
These predators, race-baiters and gangsters
Are akin to an unruly cockroach in the night.
They happily go about their sordid business
Till someone dares to shine a light.
If you refuse to rise and shine that light...
Then we be back where this began.
But there are still foxes in the chicken-coop...
There be wolves among the lambs.
The End
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*Pedagogy: -the principles and methods of instruction.
-the activities of teaching.
Categories:
unnecessarily, anger, child abuse, education,
Form:
Rhyme
When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he speaks, you know he is half-honest
even though he truly knows, but not near the best.
He always end up lost in the forest
this simple fact, he cannot digest.
The moment he shamefully fails the test
he begins to manifest
then becomes far from being modest
and everyone around him, he treats like unwanted guests.
Causing a general unrest
as he unnecessarily protest.
All over his countenance, ignorance crests
not accepting defeat, he holds high his egocentric chest.
Quick to make jest
but correction; he equates to incest
and disagreements, he always detest.
We all have the quest
to know and share the latest
so as to add value to ourselves and self-invest
which can be a cultivation to future harvest.
But knowing it all is impossible
and knowing half, believing to know all is ridiculous.
Admiting not to know it all is the fairest
but this is yet not comprehensible to him,
to whom; to know is like a conquest.
The wise keep quiet lest,
they cause him to become the tempest
and with every word, he neutralizes any palatable zest.
Oh poor child!
change or you'll suffer from everlasting molest
where no one wants to visit your nest
not because you are unblest
but cos of the truth of your infest
which now, is obviously clearest.
It is good to learn my child
and sharing is an attribute of Love.
But run away from half baked lines
or be humble enough to listen
while they become fully whole.
You were given two ears and one mouth
hence talk less and listen more
because an Ignoramus is always not far from becoming a fool!
Categories:
unnecessarily, funny,
Form:
Prose Poetry
"Felt"
some people
have magic
in their bones
it speaks
another language
silencing the
Kurdaitcha Man
seen pointing
unnecessarily
without conviction
time is ours
in this endless place
we circle rings
rippling our marks
deep within trees
depositing stories
they breathe
us in
we breathe
them out
gifting
their leaves
we fall softly
crumpling
under others’ feet
the stories
conveyed
and transferred
replenish and feed
the microcosm
to become
something
much larger
some people
have magic
in their bones
it speaks
another language
it is felt
not seen
falling softly inside
we become lighter
rising like myths
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Categories:
unnecessarily, magic, muse, poetry,
Form:
Narrative
It’s called a Blitz
It’s more like ****
**** on the feel of it
**** on those gone before
Before when readers were respected
Before some tortured verse unnecessarily
Unnecessarily complicated composition
Unnecessarily nurtures the arbitrary
Arbitrary in its construction
Arbitrary in direction
Direction Now there’s a laugh its
Direction is but aimless wandering
wandering here to sniff at lamppost
wandering there to check out other scents
Scents not sense the random aromas
Scents upon the wayward verse
Verse I scoff it’s more like adverse
Verse or obverse it is an insult
Insult to all who seek out poetry
Insult to the very masters
Masters little in way of imagery
Masters few if any devices
Devices which make a poem a poem
Devices poets helped develop
Develop then sweet assonance
Develop an onomatopoeic smash
Smash this form and all its sill repetitions
Smash and use for ammunition
Ammunition Yes wordy ordinance
Ammunition for the worthy form
Form a theme which is coherent
Form thoughts not lines blindly adherent
Adherent to aberrant mathematics
Adherent to last word second line
Line up line up for revolution
Line up against this monstrous construct
Construct of weary would-be wordsmith
Construct of an idle mind
Mind the child that is the poem
Mind your head on low-set bar
Bar this nonsense from your consciousness
Bar this form from any gathering
Gathering dust it should remain
Gathering no moss as it rolls its distance
Distance yourself from this word pretzel
Distance is its charming feature
Feature nothing which at our art chips
Feature not this confused bull
Bull…
Chips…
Categories:
unnecessarily, abuse, art, devotion, emo,
Form:
Blitz
Empty promises; that's all your words are.
I care for you, do you even care for me?
I've given so much of myself;
mind, body, and soul, and it seems that
you could care less.
You're all I think about night and day
and you hardly think of me.
I wait for your call or a text.
Sometimes I become so hopeful
that you'll show up at my door,
and yet, it's just another lonely night
that I spend to myself.
Pain and agony bypass my heart
and it cuts deep into my soul,
and you wonder why and think,
"just let it go".
I wonder if there is someone else,
and wonder what they have that I don't.
I try, try, try, and try too many times,
curing the ground that you walk on,
then apologizing unnecessarily.
Why should I apologize?
You've put me on an emotional roller
coaster ride; happiness, sadness, and
anger rush through me like a tidal wave.
Happy when I see you, sad when I cannot,
and angry when you don't even care to try.
I care more about you than I do myself.
My feelings go ignored because I love.
I love someone who doesn't love me back.
Categories:
unnecessarily, absence, anger, care, cry,
Form:
Free verse
A Garden rejoices when it envisions colourful exquisite blooms everywhere filling the empty spaces.
Lush green grasses are the attire it adorns and flowers become the embellishers.
Even a sad heart would feel enlightened & placid by visiting flowery garden.
In my heavenly serene garden.. once I sat and admired myriad flowers widely seducing the butterflies and bees through its aromatic succulent nectar and pollens..
They were all enjoying their appetizing feast.
At the same time..
I also noticed a pink hibiscus bud curled like a baby not wanting to bloom,preferring to remain a virgin..!!
I keenly observed as the butterflies were trying to kiss the petals and black bees constantly humming tunes to arouse it.
The mother hibiscus did not bother
Instead kept preparing herself to wither as her time was over.
The tiny bud wrapped the petals tight, covered her face and thoroughly weeped cogitating about losing her mom shortly and simultaneously scared by her predators who were competing around to conquer her heart.
Witnessing the struggle there climbs a saviour ant with his warrior team to save her from the trouble.He reaches to stimulate the tip & guarantee her that she will be safe and consoled her to stop worrying unnecessarily.
In few minutes competitors flew away and the bud was free from fear.
Visitor ants said "cheers" and left .
Mother flower bid good "bye" and shrivelled..
As the little one slowly unwrapped her petals to look at her world ..
A tear drop, up from the sky fell upon finally to deflower her.
She being fragile, now bloomed to be the most attractive flower in the garden.
I stood up went closer ,smiled at the blossom captured a picture and conveyed my first good "Hi."
28-7-2020
Second place in the contest.
Note:Petal, buds, blossoms, bees, birds, butterflies!
Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Silent One.
Categories:
unnecessarily, beautiful, fear, flower, fun,
Form:
Free verse
They say nothing beats makeup sex,
But I tend to disagree;
I-love-you-with-all-my-heart sex
Is much more pleasant for me.
When we fight, before we compromise,
We hurt each other unnecessarily;
I’d rather we converse with mutual respect,
And caress each other quite passionately.
I know that until death do we part
We cannot never disagree;
While you contemplate that triple negative,
I’ll hold you lovingly.
So let the others argue and fight
Then make up sexually,
While you and I continue to survive
With our love making tension free.
Categories:
unnecessarily, life, love
Form:
Rhyme
Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered from a falling heart but by casual lips;
attraction, pressures the borders of the mind through its swell
but yet restricted by the protective bunkers of pretense.
When the time for absence to ease the saga comes,
anticipation drafts out a time table
for expectation to put every event on alarm
in both souls which cling to the thoughts of the next reunion.
Ego strips to perform a show on affectionate longing;
he becomes the gold standard to her new lifestyle
while she becomes the detergent to which his actions are washed.
Time once again takes a shift from itself,
internal body signals responding to a meeting, soon to occur.
Face to face, the physical acquaintance is once more blessed
but the corresponding fever has now began to snore,
weakening the whiskers of attraction to stay down.
Executive in the outside, voracious in the inside
with longing spirits towards each other
but confined by dramatized strictness.
Static and fixed concentration but away from her from the guy
with concrete rigidity lasting for long-long minutes.
Expert carefulness and planned accuracy in body movements from the lady
with continuous episodes of deep exhales
coming out of tension’s internal burning sticks.
Avoiding each other’s gazes with admiration’s lips tightly sealed
epitomizing an atmosphere of two minds in one likeness,
yet standing as agents of discomfort to each other.
Heat has unnecessarily been added to a delicacy so spicy
and nothing can blow it out unless someone says something.
Categories:
unnecessarily, emotions, fantasy, feelings, first
Form:
Dramatic Verse
This lush green and putrefying smell is in what I rejoice.
Some humidity is enough for me to glide to and fro,
on dead leaves, under rotting branches...among preys and predators;
no limit of land and no society to dictate my behavior.
The earth of God, I revere for the livelihood it provides to me.
I know not why you brought partition in our unique home,
to rule ruthlessly upon me and other jungle lives.
I’m a danger to you with my venom but you are more dangerous
to me with a filthy mind, developed to victimize my race.
You track me even in this deep jungle, no longer your land.
Your toxin is far more toxic; you kill your own unnecessarily!
I work hard to find my survival and protect my family but
you exploit me to extortion, to enhance your own life;
in zoos, in labs, my skin in bags and wallets, my corpse
in museums and paradoxically revere me for fantasies and boons!
I defend my home as you do but segregation and discrimination
is your very nature, foolish man; you are thus doomed to ceaseless misery.
One dances to your rod, one wags its tail while another carries your burden;
you befriend them all deviously to discard them after use.
I pray one day you come back to where you belonged,
in the lush green, to know your worth and recognize God is only one;
certainly not as you describe!
7/02/17
Categories:
unnecessarily, abuse, animal, betrayal, environment,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
by : Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.
But today is another day,
New stuff to think, do and say.
Today I will brave the world all alone,
And enjoy my freedom full blown.
I will live life with zest,
Try neverto do things second best.
I will live to be sensitive,
Towards others be more receptive.
I will live to be forgiving,
Be more tolerant and caring.
I will speak to all who walk my path,
Make peace with all and unnecessarily not unleash quaint wrath.
I will correct all my wrongs,
And tell this to all by making them my songs.
I will proudly write notes about the new me,
And publish and upload them for all to see.
I will work to be creative,
And learn to open my mind’s eye and not be obstructive.
I will always proudly wear my own neoteric attitude,
To succeed, master the skill of gratitude.
The day before yesterday was laced with dismay in every possible way,
Yesterday was better but has into the backdrop faded away.
And today is the right day,
To commence these fresh new things that I write and say
theme: a fresh new start
date:9th march 2012,
Categories:
unnecessarily, hope, inspirational, introspection, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
Whew! Here Goes One,
Parked At My Rectum,
Its Warm, Its Deadly,
I Can Feel My Face Sweat- Silently,
Oh What A Task,
No Excuses, As I Must-
Sensitively Reckoning The Force It Amass
With This Feeling Of Crystal Glass,
‘Its A Shame
Having No Younger Soul To Blame,
Oh Self Negligence,
Such Is A Public Offense,
I Wish Nostrils Had Alarm Drills,
To Warn Them Of This Air Borne Thrills,
Defenseless As I Sit Here Transparent,
I Wonder, Why Am I So Apparent?
Though, They Heard The Wind Whistle,
Twas Ominous, Sounds Of My Concealed Pestle,
Beating Polluted Air In My Pants,
Echoes And Bubbly Chants,
There Goes One Invisible,
Should I Go, Or Should I Try The Impossible,
Deny My Crime Inevitably,
Maybe, No One Knows- So Why Speak Unnecessarily?
Categories:
unnecessarily, courage, funny, hilarious, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
When would the vegetables in my farmland grow?
Others have harvested theirs but mine is yet
To germinate after many month of impatient wait
Take the children away and share them among my brethren
I have no money to train them but I can impregnate women
As many times as they want it am a man
Here I would sit and would not journey to the mountains
My life is too precious to me to suffer in vain when others would work
And then I eat without laboring among them in the farm
Where are they going this early morning?
My legs have developed the mind of their own
I can’t risk taken that bold step of faith
My life would be better soon as I live
It is well with my soul at home.
Come fear and dwell in my abode
Come weakness and entangle my legs
I can’t take risk unnecessarily to the mountains
The governments are bad to the core
The economy is not favourable to me
How would I move forward when I am not like them?
They are better than me in every thing they do
The rich men had stolen all the money
Poor I am without bread to eat
Commoners are voiceless and I can’t express my self
I would remain here until I die in penury
Perhaps my potential shall be useful in the graveyard
What should I think of while I am poor?
I didn’t go to school, I won’t make it
My children shall build the houses in my compound
I am too old to work
Can I make it without a platform?
The governments are the rogues in the country
Why was I born without money and wealth?
Twenty four hours is too small for me to work
The lizards in my house are for decoration
I would sleep all day hustling don’t pay
Soon I would rule the country and steal their funds
Make the bed for me I want to sleep
Posterity would not count on me
Why should I work day and night when
They all sit at home and steal money with pen?
I won’t work but I shall be rich
Advice are meant for the fools
Categories:
unnecessarily, art,
Form:
Narrative
SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE 20/02/13
Nowadays , life is so unpalatable and stoic.
So unnecessarily busy and eventfully hectic.
Young folks thus gather in a shadowy discotheque, to kill,
The retreating winter shedding its last chill.
The chirps of the departing migratory,
With massacred green in a concrete urban factory,
Welcomes the spring breeze, and the cuckoo melody tune,
That too so rare,
For a short term vacation, in a vanity fair.
Some emotional fools and roaming vagabond,
Can feel the spring air and reminiscences their fond,
And cry for the past and the long lost love bonds.
Beside them no one dares to mingle,
Their soul with the colour of butterfly twinkle.
No one cares to see the young green boughs,
Dancing in a frolic of crispy air that jingle.
All is there, in the air, except love my dear,
‘Cause love is now confined,
In another little world so secure.
Where there’s no hasty rushing,
No meaningless blushing,
No hassled waiting, no worrying restriction.
Love is just a ready-made parcel,
At a press of a small button.
Love messages, e mails , tweets, face books ,web cyberspace and profile update,
Takes all the bothering responsibility, does all the necessary tete-a-tete.
No need for time taking arguments,
No need for extra commitments.
Sometimes, meetings could be arranged, but
Oh! Never in public park or in a hopeless garden.
It could be in a shopping mall or a cool coffee den.
The gorgeous and the grotty,
All gather at a V-day party.
Those who are privileged,
Share their love with diamonds and wine.
But for others, not a single grape,
Is sour in a vine.
Everything is taken for granted,
Just simple and fine.
‘Cause love can also be shared,
Simply free of cost on line.
Categories:
unnecessarily, computer-internet, humorous, love, people,
Form:
Light Verse
We make comment on strangers
to become unnecessarily suspicious
Until our hearts is filled with hatred
We are relentlessly obnoxious
Why oh why do we judge
God forgive us for having a grudge
If only we could see whats in their hearts
our hearts would melt with singing their praises
Categories:
unnecessarily, discrimination, fear, feelings, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
The mind is what you make it
The mind is a blank book at the time of birth
We are the authors we write what we will
the mind
the mind is like clay
shaped by every
encounter question
doubt and desire
the mind
the mind
We create the allusion We make
the addiction We spark the nervous break down
and unnecessarily bite our nails in reaction to events
We the authors of our mind We create the false and
truth in our mind My truth is not your truth and your
truth isn't mine
the mind
the mind
What you may see in a tree I may not
see our trees endure the seasons differently We see
the emanations of our mind the image may be ugly or sublime
Time is an allusion make your conclusion From day or night
from naked or dressed we draw conclusions of our own
Most minds over look the simple and accentuate
self made complexities
Thus the next step is complicated
Your mysteries is not my mysteries we both have different history's
Our minds are projectors it casts images on everything we see
I see all amalgamated.
What do you see?
Categories:
unnecessarily, life, may, truth,
Form:
Free verse