Best Unsavoury Poems
Appreciation:
A big thank you Silent One for your splendid narration of this poem.
THE GANGSTER
Through foreboding, whispering, wintery air
A woken Heron shrilly shrieks somewhere
Reflective iridescent gem in a gloomy stream
The gangster with a poetic heart dares to dream
A living testimony to deviates and lost souls.
Where seedy worth defines unsavoury roles.
Perceiving her as a quintessence work of art
Fantasising a new start could transform his path
But his formidable foe of unbeatable might
Silently rejects him from her soulless sight
Scheming secrets spill, in the ruthless thrill,
While Angels weep for innocents who sleep
Nearer to his mark, prey to her game
Shame, oh shame! Like a moth to the flame.
Though only murder glows in her beauteous glance
The man gambles chance at a shot at romance
The bar reeks of treachery and strife
Trust is sporadic in a gangster’s life
Romantic interchange in hidden codes
Not charmed by romance, a single shot explodes
In this world of corrupt nights, where the energy dips
Between Jack Daniels sips, those sensuous red lips
The Reaper is the dealer; Destiny seals
Every gangster bends to the very last deal
An Art film
Art films often "bear the marks of a distinctive visual style" and the authorial approach of the director. An art cinema film often refuses to provide a "readily answered conclusion", instead putting to the cinema viewer the task of thinking about "how is the story being told?
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Categories:
unsavoury, art, conflict, love hurts,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey children! Listen, I miss your zeal.
The world inside your mobile is surreal.
Look up!
See, I have fixed stronger glasses on my windows,
Get hold of your cricket kit, come back on the street,
I miss watching your games.
I won’t mind, smash all my window panes.
Hackneyed messages,
Dollops of unalloyed twaddle
Tides of trifling emotions!
Baby! You are locked inside your mobile.
Look up!
See, the stadium looks so barren!
Without your mischiefs and fun,
Your irritating jibber- jabber and nonstop run.
I won’t mind, come on burst my eardrum.
Your friends, your pictures, games, tweets and stories
You live in a fantasy world, that’s absolutely unsavoury.
Step back into this beautiful life, create beautiful memories.
Look up!
Don’t waste your time and energy.
Live for a cause, get up and push back your lethargy.
Open the notebook of your life,
Fill it with love, fame and prosperity.
No matter what! You shall thrive.
Don’t be a slave to mobile,
Life isn’t a game!
Dear! You have to survive, mobiles exists just to give a little respite!
11/04/2019
Categories:
unsavoury, addiction, freedom,
Form:
Verse
Finger
of hungry child
finds unsavoury fare
in mysterious crevice of
nostril.
Categories:
unsavoury, childhood, dedication, funny, humorous,
Form:
Cinquain
I am not apologizing for my sexual orientation
For loving what I want and not what society has dictated to me
I am not apologizing for my white skin
If you think it is privilege then walk in my shoes
I am not apologizing for being highly susceptible for feeling a lot
It has made me what I am today
I am not apologizing for speaking the truth
If I see you are abusing someone, I will surly let you know
I am not apologizing for my believes in God
He carried me, when you didn’t want to
I am not apologizing for not wanting to see a woman breastfeeding
No, it is not disgusting, I was just raised better
I am not apologizing for talking about my sexual abuse
I can show another victim that there is light in the aftermath
I am not apologizing standing up against bullies
I’ve been there, they need to know they not alone
I am not apologizing for my foul language
At times it is the most expressive
I am not apologizing for having a *****
It was given to me by the All Mighty
I am not apologizing for believing that woman must be able to stand alone
Their worth is not measured by a man or how many babies they have
I am not apologizing for my unsavoury past
It has moulded me to the person I am
I am not apologizing for history
It had nothing to do with me and I also was dealt a **** hand
I am not apologizing for believing that there are many huge false prophets
From potatoes to doom you should not be living large on selling God
I am not apologizing for when the depression hits me
It’s a matter of when and not if
I am not apologizing that I don’t always agree with you
Your view will not always be the same as mine
I am not apologizing for loving you
You show me that you have a good heart
I am not apologizing for things I didn’t do
I am already struggling with the things I did
Categories:
unsavoury, abuse, anger, discrimination, history,
Form:
Personification
True story, my uncle was a famous safe cracker
Before becoming a soldier in World War I
Known to police in New York City for robbery
The army wanted his skills against the Huns
Employed him to defuse bombs the Germans threw
In the trenches around the front lines
And also to defuse all the mines around them
Till the end of the war was showing signs
Dying in the war he received a medal of honour
Posthumously for his heroic bravery
Made amends for his past so unsavoury
When I came along I was named after him
Quite a hero I always looked up to
Before the war, a criminal known to police
After death got the recognition he was due
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
unsavoury, hero,
Form:
Narrative
Bravery/Divinity/Savior/Martyr
Hobbes
Bravery, divinity, savior, martyr,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
Each tying together,
Bound by chains forged of iron.
Bravery is a trait not commonly found,
And often we find,
To the brave we are bound.
But this bondage comes with a price...
Those who walk the divine path are few,
Though high in presence.
They often demand dominance of their people.
A dominance so unsavoury and unfitting for the divine.
A man called saviour it is often found,
Is a slave to his people.
Sold to slavery for the good of all,
As he accends to his richeous standing.
Last but not least the martyr gives her life,
Layed down for the one she calls master.
Be it noble cause or religous zeal,
The master claims her life in the end.
Bondage, Dominance, Slavery and Mastery,
Each word is powerful in its own right.
For in the end even the greatest men and women,
Are sucum to the chains of BDSM.
Categories:
unsavoury, faithslavery,
Form:
A New Brother
Dear brother,
I do not hate you! I do not know you to hate you.
I may hate that which you represent, which has brought us to this present
But the truth is: I do not know you.
In another world, another time, even in another life
…. and we be re-presented,
You could be my brother, my neighbour, even a stranger
….. now befriended.
Another time, another world.; Another reason another war,
You and me, side by side, fighting…the foe, …..killing.
Another brother, another friend; Another neighbour, another dead!
War is not my desire, my brother-in-arm
But to live, we may have to kill - not just harm.
…..It is just like eating!
War: The unsavoury beast … Victory: The savoury feast.
As you cannot have war without eating.
So you cannot have war without killing.
……It is just like eating!
Yes, War creates evil,
my brother ….
but is it not evil that first creates war?
…None other.
Somewhere in the midst of an ugly war lies a precious peace.
It is worth the bother, dear brother.
What good is glory without the ‘hell’
Is war not the same as ‘glory’ …without the ‘L’?
Vita incerta, mors certissima! ….Damnatio ad bestias! (i)
Fight by my side for that which is just, and let the foe know
…there’s a ‘double-you’ in ‘we’.
Join with me, in this thing we call the ‘Unsavoury Beast’
Whether you’re neighbour, brother or friend, remember
….without a ‘u’, there’s less of ‘us’.
All we seek is that ‘precious peace’ …after the Savoury Feast.
Seculo seculorum …. semper (ii)
I remain….
Your brother.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
(i) - latinLife is uncertain, death is a certainty ....(we are) thrown to the lions!
(ii) - latinForever and ever ....always.
Categories:
unsavoury, brother, evil, peace, war,
Form:
Free verse
Every step you take haunts me
I count them each morning you toss to avoid
the searing sun
I count them as if
each ray ends in trickles of our unsavoury sweat
I count them as days
that have sown my endless regrets
I count them for you
and I count them for the odious nature of
the emptiness in all of us
I count them too,
as they perish like flies...
denied the chance to further infect irony,
to inflict further harm,
by the end of everything
There are times days are shortest
in summer
I count them,
And the fear that I do not know
how to make life love you more
They seem as infinite
as the cliff that perilously retains
your distracted mind
It's easier to count the joys
between the moments of dread
Between the nightly screams of unwanted new life
I count the days till they are you
and someone counts their diminishing dreams
There are times
when night nestles beside me
and seeks its own redemption
I count them,
In fear darkness will soon yield,
when I have lost count...
and storms count for me
Categories:
unsavoury, children, youth,
Form:
Free verse
I woke at midnight, the digital clock like an electric rooster
It doesn’t tick but I hear the seconds pass with emphasized thud, thud, thud,
The kingdom of white, sterile, eunuchs wound by clockwork
Into the storm upon the horizon, placed within a bone china teacup
Drifting but safe from all unsavoury lesser gods or lesser men
Nothing remotely stimulating or challenging beside the saline drip
Thinking aloud but when the words fall out, almost just a mutter, a gust of air
It’s a world of obsessive compulsives, a wave of disinfectant, when sat beside
Your bland medical notes and records, the Holy Grail for overenthusiastic doctors
One mistake and you’re like a smeared fly, wings concertinaed into liquid
Your bones broken and oozing as some demigod’s thumb smears you out of history
But it’s still a calming whitewash, bleaching away or just coating the self-neglect
The machines, just how I’d imagine a clone’s manmade womb, an overcoat of wires
Regardless of appearance, it’s a calm tsunami which hits me like a war hammer
It’s a calming wave of silence and stumbled words when sat beside your bedside
Categories:
unsavoury, health, lifewords,
Form:
Free verse
1MDB Walking Free
Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To spearhead his primary rallying call to make America great again...
Looks to be a potential pooling of people linked to 1MDB unsavoury fame...
No less than 3 of his latest appointees are tarred with the 1MDB brush of shame...
The latter being of course undeniably the world's largest Ponzi Scheme....
Spearheaded by a well derided kleptomaniac who is mysteriously referred to as MO1...
MO1 is a Malaysian Official leader, who conspired with crooks, and siphoned off billions ....
In an financial scandal to involves investigation that requires no less than 8 nations..
Despite their dubious links to 1MDB shame through the company they once served ...
A most reputable, respected and established financial entity called Goldman Sachs...
Gary Cohn, Steve Bannon and Steven Mnuchin are 3 top notched economic advisers.....
Recently appointed into the incoming Trump administration as key treasury officers.....
Rivalling the considerable financial clout wielded by the office of the Treasury Secretary..
Will incoming Attorney General Jeff Sessions drop the lawsuits by the U.S. Justice Department....
Will he be advised to finally set aside the high profile case of pursuing financial justice...
To seize assets that were the result of US$3.5 billion that was misappropriated from 1MDB...
If that happens, people, remember this Bolehland of infinite possibilities...
If it happens, “Mr. Dirty” MO1 could suddenly become “Mr. Clean” Mahatma Gandhi.....
Hohoho...
With Santa Claus coming for Xmas dinner, what gifts are there for long suffering Malaysians...
More infinite possibilities from corruptible individuals, from here to the highly esteemed US Judicial Office?...
This saga of 1MDB being the source of various slush funds that netted billions for MO1...
Will justice be seen done in the long run or will money and power brokers prevail as one...
And we see history bear witness that even in the highest office in the Land of the Free...
Alternative possibilities can happen and somehow charm the corrupted into walking free?....
Categories:
unsavoury, america, betrayal, community,
Form:
Free verse
Bureaucrat's wonderland, admin sensational!
Dealing with legions of forms immigrational
Fill 'em out, print 'em out, copy each copy
Certify, verify, check it's not sloppy
Ensure that your mug-shots' dimensions abide
By strict regulations, for proof bona fide
Designed to deter and deny the defrauder
Tho' he is from England, not South of the border
Questions for terrorists, questions for spies
Questions for arms dealers (unsavoury guys):
“Do you like bombs and explosive devices?
Do you sell drugs at unbeatable prices?
Are you a Communist, socialist ****?
Do you intend hiding crack up your butt?
Your shotgun's permitted (so long as you've brought her
For wasting wild bison and Indian slaughter)
Hoping to join the best nation on earth?
Show me your balls and certificate of birth
(Not just the awesomest, also the wealthiest
And if you have money, we're even the healthiest)”
Fingerprints, medicals, primary screening
Interviews, vaccines and queries (well-meaning)
“Tho' thousands of dollars you've paid for this pleasure
Now enter and exit our country at leisure”
Categories:
unsavoury, funny, parody, satire, drug,
Form:
Verse
Our life is as evanescent as the
trumpet flower of the morning glory.
The merest chapter in the history
of mankind’s ever compelling story.
Various serendipitous ramblings
ultimately contingent ‘on quarry;
retold to captive audience in tones
melodious as silver-tongued lory.
Redolent of an evening-scented stock,
with a crown of wispy hair as hoary,
we insist to recount all endeavours
in its minute shocking details: gory.
An experience that's unsavoury –
remnants that cross river Styx in dory.
Poetic form: XAXA Sonnet. See my article, Introducing Three New Sonnet Forms, here on PS for more details. Also, a 'Summary of Metres' is depicted.
Categories:
unsavoury, death, extended metaphor, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Some say it really is a beast,
This extract made from brewer’s yeast,
And yet, to me, it is a feast
to celebrate.
The name is French – it is ‘marmite’,
At any meal it is a treat,
What’s more it never can be beat,
so on I prate.
Sustaining troops through two world wars,
Or family snacks with you and yours,
It’s lunch or picnics out of doors
or after eight.
Its viscous texture, brown and thick
Can cause some people to feel sick –
For me it’s nectar, just a lick
will captivate.
On bread or toast with cheese or jam,
With chicken, beef or finest ham,
Or even with that dreadful spam –
to elevate !
No marmalade or jam on bread,
Nor clover honey, thickly spread
Can better that of which you’ve read,
which is “my mate”.
Categories:
unsavoury, food, funny, humorous,
Form:
Verse
Yesterday drove through an unsavoury part of town
Thought everyone on the street was a murderer of renown
Funny how we group
All in one big soup
A human frailty we possess, in discrimination we drown
Categories:
unsavoury, discrimination,
Form:
Limerick
We celebrate Guy Fawkes although he did not quite make the grade
I know and understand rebellion threatens thus he met his fate
Could have been worse he could have blown of his incendiary hand
Less body parts to torture in the name of country and King of the land
Guido as they called him fighting for the Spanish before his foiled plot
Was fully aware that he could be exterminated for an unsavoury complot
Can violence in the name of debatable justice be ever condoned
The masters of power today might agree when Syria is droned
Crusades in the name of some cause or other belie religion and creed
When money meets oil geopolitical persuasion derived from greed
Black powder in Guy’s case blew up in his fierce revolutionary face
Unlike Nelson an eye for a blind spot got him nothing but disgrace
Dark power gloved fists velvet resolutions and orange insurrections
Should of course release white peace doves from resolute minds’ disaffection
Nena’s 99 red balloons and Banksy’s street art reveal a powerful message
No doubt they beat anthrax in envelops and letter bombs sent by expressage
Yet Mandela in his armed struggle days was deemed a vile terrorist
Fought for the cause in despair but was labelled a mean criminal errorist
Suppose that leaves us with religion and Jesus crossed bleeding nailed
Whereas Guy stored explosives in Westminster’s undercroft with little avail
A white robed Ghandi marched for salt freedom justice peaceful opposition
Before him the Buddha sat quietly under a Bodhi tree for untroubled transition
Fawkes received victor’s punishment but is said to have fallen from the scaffold
Before being hanged broke his neck probably mocked the crowd that was baffled
Avoided the agony of the punitive rope before drawn and divided into four parts
Outsmarted the executioner retribution erratically broken in fits and starts
Few of us know the real story only shoot fireworks remember November the 5th
Blow money miss the pith dispense judgement in blessed ignorance forthwith
A lesson to be learnt from the historical legend some possible moral from treason
Is that words are superior to gun powder and it’s better to die for a right reason
Categories:
unsavoury, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme