Best Vilification Poems
Shuttling beyond the lay
Of the land that may
End at the water,
Splash and fish, tide and otter.
War birds knocking stars from Heaven,
Wolf packs moving, six or seven
Or eight, the modern metabolic rate,
Society redeems the weight of hate.
Reversions to no merry mean,
We wash to make the world unclean,
We wash to upraise our station,
We wash to conclude causation.
Taking my place within the past,
An epic form of gratification,
I won't outlast, the die is cast,
So let's get on with vilification.
Bright sunny days, untrammeled ways or
Other poets' words so light,
Yet I shift and stray, I make the play for
The coming armies of the night.
Boys do boys BREAKS toys. Knick knack paddy wack. Give. A dog. A bone.
Some say the things that boys do are wrong and even more wrong still.
Pushing a go cart up a steep steep hill. Wrestling down steps and falling.
Breaking bones. Being home alone. Fire crackers one two three STOP spitting
On me.
REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT
Boys even when they're right they're wrong. Boys are strong. They are
Triumphant on mix martial arts and wrestling night. They need a place here in
SOCIETY. They need their own show and tell month. What week? What's a week?
Fighting through one trillion trillion jeers. Not wanting to show their fears.
THE MEDIA COMES THE QUICKER
Fearing vulnerability boys are nothing but the brunt of solid steel with DIAMOND
Spikes. Many boys are MELLOW but spell WE DO RAISE HELL. Some might
Think boys do things for SPITE. Such as staying alive? Or flying a kite?
Boys but when dark is night stay inside. At DIFFICULT times they fight even when
They're right thinking they are strong. MAYBE they are wrong?
Wrestling tearing fisting clenching cursing spitting stomping reaching for his own
Fate. Suffering alienation and hate. What he wants he gets one way. (Sparing no grace) or another. All in all in all. Some boys walk a CHALK line and are fine.
In the light of the life of things this is how it is. Boys are STRONG. They go long.
THE MEDIA THE CONDEMNATION THE VILIFICATION: Boys are bursting through malls tearing down walls shooting guns on the run.
Nothing but boys will be boys. Nothing is truth until it is seen through the eye of a boy
Keen. Gangs, tussles and physical rebuttals. There those tails wagging of puppy dogs,
Yeah boy! You got SWAGGER you got sway. Football gear and baseball cards yeah all
Hard. Make way for shooting hoops hanging on stoops
TRACES OF MANHOOD TO DATE. BEEN NEVER A MAN WHO HASN'T BEEN A BOY.
ENJOY!! GOOD FATE!!
You are looking at me as if I did that to you.
Ah, whatever damn fool!
I am sorry for the expletive.
I did not mean to curse you.
However, I swear you looking at me quite obscene.
You put yourself in these dumb things.
Invective you must be.
I do understand.
Whatever, however, is all I have to give.
A discussion of what has transpired means nothing.
Vilification is your daily panorama.
Your response is these are your friends and family.
They just be playing.
All I have to say is whatever.
This is because I know an insult is an insult.
Nevertheless, you continue to hang out with the boys.
Maliciousness you call me because I tell you what really is happening.
I tell you the mental abuse that you let fester in your life.
Abasement is not transgressed.
Whatever is all I have to say.
You had better get yourself together right now – today!
[Whatever, means that you better stop the lying and strive man!]
Worried about who loves you...
Have you thought about what friends are true?
Ask yourself are you a damn fool
To take their insults the way you do.
Every time they snap you up
Verify for what.
Ears are burning to hear them defame.
Realize they are not playing!
I love you...
[WHATEVER...]
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Penned on June 08, 2014!
Philosophical: If you did friends into family and family into friends, whatever!
Russia pays 500K for a Hillary exhortation
Unknown millions to the Clinton Foundation
Russia bought 20% uranium from our nation
Both Clinton/Obama in Federal occupation
Deals with Russia - no MSM revelation
Clinton is caught rigging DNC nomination
Stealing it from Sanders at the DNC convention
Russia/DNC/Clinton with dossier summation
Continue their Trump campaign vilification
Media does Clinton's bidding loud and clear
Daily Trump/Russia collusion is all we hear
Funny no action by Pres.Obama that year
Loser Clinton tells anti-Trumpers far and near
Unstable Trump with button is what to fear
Clinton's emails lost for years, server disappears
Trump not Clinton investigation Mueller steers
Comey says Clinton guilty - couldn't find intent
Hiliary never lies except when its convenient
Liberals start talking about Trump impeachment
How could anyone ever want her to be president?
A pugilist and a whistle-blower
I never thought much of boxing
but I liked Muhammad Ali`s forthrightness
steadfast stood against the storm of
hatred and vilification when he didn`t want
to join the Vietnam war even though
he was banned from pursuing his craft for
three years, the best years of his age.
It took a long time for me to embrace his courage.
It took time to untangle myself from the net
of lies and propaganda spewed by a submissive
press and find the truth and ill will behind
the mendacities of politics.
Now that the great on good hail him and mourn
his demise perhaps it is time to pardon
Edward Snowdon who exposed the dishonesties
of the establishment.
You dare to call me ignorant
When your time is simply spent
Deciphering what your God meant
In books that men invent.
You dare to tell me that you know
That I chose this life of woe;
That I’ll be sent to hell below
For letting my fear go.
You dare to tell me who I am;
That my love is just a sham;
That I am just a tainted lamb
That He will surely damn.
You dare say “abomination”
Praying for my salvation
You know nothing of creation;
Just vilification.
I am proud and now I am free
Don’t you ever dare tell me
The things that I should and must be
For you can’t even see
That hate is love and love is hate
Straight is gay and gay is straight;
I will not sit here, and debate
The lies that men create.
A SOMBER SOMEDAY
Someday
someday when blazing blonde turns to grievous gray
yes someday
someday when the wonder which once was has patently passed impatiently away
someday
someday when joyful leaping is replaced by reaping muscles that ache
someday
someday when graceful grins are replaced by smiles i can no longer fake
someday
someday when retribution cannot reinstate the contentedness i believed would never
abate
some day
someday when cheerfulness is changed to chagrin and the challengers of my fallow
fate
someday
someday when my being vile vexes me with violence and vilification
someday
someday when cameraderie and solidarity are exchanged for icy stares and isolation
someday
someday when what i know becomes facts i wish i'd never known
someday
someday when enmity envelops enlightenment and leaves a soul such as mine all
alone
someday
someday when the thorough thrill of requieted romance is relegated retroactively and
urged to take its away
someday
someday when satisfaction seceeds to the seeds of stagnation which defy even that
which sages may say
someday
someday when frailty was birthed by addiction and too many amoral men years ago
yes someday
alas, with surity for me that someday summarily and sorrowfully arrived at least ten
years ago
(c) 2011.....~free cee!~
Where’s the Poetry…
by Odin Roark
Where’s the poetry
In out of touch politicians
Finding nothing their derelict conscience
Can address?
Where’s the poetry
In a homeless family
Through no fault of their own
Must endure cold
Hunger
Rejection
Vilification by the ignorant?
And lest we forget
Where’s the poetry
In the sadness of an abandoned pet
Filling alleys
Vacant lots
Fields
Drain ditches
While former owners
Party
Or perhaps just refuse
To maintain the responsibility
Fulfilling their obligation as a pet owner?
Where’s the poetry
In a new year so full of misery
For the underpaid
The discriminated against
Recipients of hatred
Compassion-void observers
Where’s the poetry
In sadness
So dense
There’s no room
For light to reach it
To give a poet images
To exercise some sympathy
Empathy
Perhaps
Even some tangible help?
Words can help heal
If they can be seen
Heard
Read
So I ask you
Where’s the poetry
In a country whose back is turned?
He looked above on a clear blue sky
Without his shackles after all those years
Even a heartless could understand why
The air brought his eyes to tears
He was a convict of trial by vilification
He was sentenced in the court of judgmental mind
But fate turned lenient for his emancipation
From the world that's so unkind
From his grave, he stared on the horizon
Trying to figure out how to soar
His heart rejoiced in joyful jubilation
For sharp words can't pierce him, no more
February 24, 2023
In hopes of reconciliation
Many times
I bore recriminations
For my rights
For silly things
No matter how much esteemed
In the craftiness of perverted selves
Though they pummeled me
Have never made me groan
As much as the lost of friendship
For which I sacrificed sense
And counterarguments
In vain
Against the stereotype
Of male despondency,
Against the hero's making
In the contradiction of his morality.
The strong man
Cannot break the silk web of mothers' dream
We the rotten corpse on fields of war
The great actors in stages
Of hunters' economics or the gatherers' politics
We the promulgators of great laws
Have only transformed a scripted memory
Written with mothers' tongue
And the facade of lamb's innocency.
So the strong man flutters
With the fragility of a butterfly
Caught against the image of the fruit.
Do you know what that means for fathers,
What it means for husbands and sons
What it means for boys
Bruised and bleeding but cannot cry
I loved that heroic picture still
The strong man carrying the world alone
But O what culture induced lie
Made us suffer so
When we are only pitiful flesh with a prop of bone?
We compare gifts on father's day
Christmas, and anniversaries
And smile that we are always left behind
And in silence
Take the status of lovers as rewards.
I have drones
Emasculated in embrace
And know
Only scorpions and salmons
Make the same sacrifice
Some say for children
Some say for genes perpetuity
It matters not the reasons
The lover is a special hero
And all his life
From battle front to cross
Make him such an other centered
Pin cushion
Always needling for reconciliation
Sewing atonement to his heart
The perfect fabric of the sinner
And I for this, in this tradition
Bears the vilification
For the fruit of good intention.
Do you think milk ?
The medicine,
had already become
a bromide.
One benign question,
opened the potential
of conflict. The fan-
tasy ? Golden knife ?
Devastating me. Car-
essing the dark, did
you stop by the moon
to say hello ?
Unmasking the secret?
of immortality ? Ephebic.
You were always lying
to yourself.
Each of us = our own worst enemy
Hyperbole escorted ushered down aisle,
no critic within google x bajillion mile
(give or take a million) approximates
limitless potential regarding self said
epithet vile expletive spewing wicked
vituperation, vilification, vexation,
vandalization, undervaluation, uglification,
transmogrification, terrorization, suffocation,
stultification, strangulation, recrimination...
custom made swiftly tailored harried style
unbounded poetic license curtly vile
distilling, kickstarting, whipping...
hewed, patented, trademarked... versatile
methodologies, modalities to compile
masochistic punishment exhibiting agile
proactive innovations linkedin to avast
amalgamation, where synonyms connote
inflicting physical/ verbal self harm while
alone within emotional wilderness I'll
venture to add non active means to torture
including versus being passively servile,
and case in point with yours truly exile
isolate, entombed, locked, sequestered...
in bedroom of boyhood cherished domicile,
no matter whether violent or tame recourse
good n plenti abominations populate fertile
two clenched fist sized gray matter awash
where rage against our thwarted ambitions
dreams, goals, joys, motives, most pregnant trial
birthing most brutish, horrific, nasty... nemesis.
Please excuse this wurst wordy wayward bard
cuz here cometh the tricked out guard
(oh my...dog he attired just like me)
as everyone else within this isolationist ward.
We never hear our leaders' actual, personal conversations.
But we assume a lot from any disreputable so-called news
organization!
Then we,with pride, shamelessly, blame their ethics?
To our great , joy and unbounded vilification?
I wish we'd just once, take full responsibility.
And expose our own failings, faults and sinery!
Non-leaders are far from perfect or innocent.
Talking about others supposed failings,is about as evil
as a human can get.
Let's hear about your failings for a change!
Poets are not angels but pen as if they exist, in an angelic
cage!
4/29/2021
"LET HE WHO IS WITHOUT SIN, CAST THE FIRST STONE!"
Bubbling mouth everyday
Like an old maid out of reason
Bearing false words in every way
Like a holy tongue out of season
Going to church four times a week
Trying to work for their salvation
But everytime their tongues speak
Nothing but vilification
Better far not preach your faith
If by your tongue you defame
For you don't know the turns of fate
All the days are not the same
August 27, 2023
What at times truth linger
How we wish lies slumber
As some do pounder
Yet many never baptise slander
While envy remains an anthracite
Vilification may tarry to alight
The Eden apple; enough a device to highlight
Unity's drag race lying in twilight
Criticism flourish in relentlessness
To define the best soul's vividness
Thought it acts of wickedness
Truly; contrary, a wholesome blessedness
Fires precise courage
Yielded to rid bondage