Best Wrongness Poems
Not, terry, not
To protest at fraudulence
Not, hesitate, not
To protest at wrongness
Not, fail, not
To protest at terrors-
If needed, hit and get safety
If required, fight and achieve prosperity
Rightness is must
Righteousness is the best
For times immemorial
Mankind is suffering
From inherent meanness
As history says
Human world is dwelling
In inhuman fold
Let us protest at our attitudes
To protect our lives
Let us protest at our affairs
To protect our rights
Till today we are entangled
In age old animosity
By tomorrow
We will have to get rid of enmity
This is the time right
We have to protest at our crookedness
To have our future right
Yes, we should promote humanness
Categories:
wrongness, passion, , memorial,
Form:
Free verse
sweet imperfection
random beauty out of line
wrongness is so right
(April 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Categories:
wrongness, introspection, nature, philosophy
Form:
Haiku
You were the witness
Of my gradual disappearance
I evaporated one look at a time
Beneath your harshness
You so vibrant
Me cloaked in my shyness
You not seeing
Or wondering whyness
My smile lost all its brightness
My spirit its lightness
You became more brilliant
Rising in heightness
As I faded into my blackness
You became sheer whiteness
I was all wrongness
You were always rightness
In the beginning
You gifted me your kindness
Looking past my frogyness
You were my royal highness
A princess gifted with open mindedness
With you I felt a level of significance
That proved to be a risky business
I felt like a strong person
But in the end l lacked fitness
Do you remember
My exuberance
The way I danced in my freeness
How you saw much more
Instead of so much lessness
I could just be myselfness
Before all the craziness
The impatience
I exchanged my substance for faintness
Yes you were the witness
To my gradual disappearance
Our no longer in syncness
Somehow losing the us significance
You the unaware witness
With no remembrance
So I let go of your promises
They were never meant to be
The realization of my happiness
Do not worry, I am not currently going through this.
Categories:
wrongness, angst, break up, feelings,
Form:
On the 5th of November in 1605,
When the new religion of Protestantism was taking hold,
Political activist Guy Fawkes was arrested and executed,
For attempting to detonate Parliament for Catholicism old.
We burn the guy on a bonfire every year to commemorate,
That he was destroyed and not the centre for political activity,
The crux of legislation, set by hard, honest and tough debate,
By the people’s representatives who effect a stealthy integrity.
Guido Fawkes became Guy through his strength and prowess in war,
Over whether Spain’s government should uphold the catholic faith,
So denouncing Guy reinforces this wrongness of just one religious table,
And sedates our own tendency to informally become our own fable.
Guy Fawkes converted to Catholicism in his teenage years,
And fought to keep Spain catholic in the Eight Years War,
Then travelled to England where he met other like minds,
Who sought to reject the Calvinist future that was in store.
The group felt only effective if they were able to detonate,
The Houses of Parliament in a mammoth gunpowder plot,
‘Cos King James I was securing Elizabeth’s Protestantism,
Which by law through representation was not going to rot.
But one man of that group could not abide his conscience,
And in a letter told made the authorities aware of explosives,
That awaited ignition in a room under the House of Lords,
Enabling a gang arrest and the execution of the subversives.
Categories:
wrongness, anger, angst, anniversary, england,
Form:
Rhyme
No divesture of this, the soul's remind
the will of intervention supplements
with watching's wrest, the citizenry not bind
to sameness value, while the truth is blind!
I then must separate from that ensuing kind
that regulate on vestige, inheritance assigned,
my courage has one merit, yet options are sublime
to change the course of wrongness, others leave so behind!
It is this costly virtue, no gain, no riches mined
but everlasting oneness, with those whose crowns were lined
with scars from no assuming goodness was just consigned
to those who blandish glory from past renowned refined!
It is the price of freedom, continuous ~ divine
that scourges not resumption, but "freshens" from confined!
"Sentenced but not silenced" Mandela, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
James Bevel. (Gandhi and Jesus) Civil Rights Movers!
Categories:
wrongness, change, courage, freedom,
Form:
Monorhyme
World Justice: Ward, Jennifer
2010
W to the J, J to the W
Voice crackle to the sound of unfairness
Question your place within the white world of today
Your community privileges
With pen in hand, contemplates to write the notes of despairs
W to the J, J to the W
Concern by the brothers and sisters of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Voice crackle to the sight of classicism, sexism, racism
Ism to the reason of wrongness
Lift your sword, write the notes of desolations
W to the J, J to the W
Yesterday, today and tomorrow ******** shut down
Voice crackle to the vocalism of the nonsense, ignorance
Stand against the personal struggles, write the notes of accomplishments
W to the J, J to the W
Open your voice
Let it sing with the rhythm of the goddesses
Athena, the goddess of war will be by your side
So, lift your sword
Write the notes of struggle, despair and resilience
Vocalize for the brothers and sisters of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Shout
Holler
Scream
And your sword never let go
Categories:
wrongness, dedicationwrite, today, write,
Form:
Ode
There will come a time when color
Has no meaning to our neighbor
Like it was in the beginning.
Life for the world will be kinder.
Harriet Tubman, born a slave,
Dedicated her life to save
People that sought after freedom.
A surprising woman and brave.
Jackie Robinson, a black man
In an all-white baseball team, then ,
Couldn't sleep or dine with his teammates
At any time, since it began.
Rosa Parks that sat in the front .
Those in disgust were indignant,
She refused to give her seat up.
She was jailed for the incident.
Pained so, by racial unfairness,
It hardens my soul for wrongness
In the life is equality
Our salvation, loving kindness.
5/27/2022
Categories:
wrongness, freedom,
Form:
Rubaiyat
This-
This tableau of
Mental images, of
Fixed scenes, this
“Battle of Egos” is
Relentlessly looping
In my mind.
An annual gathering of kith and kin
Created a backdrop of statue-like characters
Blindly unaware of a
Crisis stirring.
Off to the side, there are the mothers,
Pillars of love for their sons,
Paralyzed with the knowledge that they are helpless,
Helpless as they watch
The conflict unfolding.
There-
There are the Fathers and Sons-
Distant and deaf to each other, who, in their inability to Set aside their own sense of rightness and wrongness,
Reach a point of no return.
A plea, from one, is given, but seen as a
Challenge from the other, and the whole
Facade of civility collapses.
With faces frozen and actions rigid,
Rage and resolve coalesce.
Fearful and dauntless, fathers confront sons and sons their fathers, and in that absolute moment
Familial roles shift.
Everything - everything is different, yet
Nothing changes.
Rooted and unmoved, egos remain.
So much is lost.
Nothing-
Nothing is gained.
Categories:
wrongness, anger, betrayal, change, father
Form:
Prose Poetry
There’s not two ways of talking,
Two different points of view,
Many different angles to deflect,
Crazy pavements, something new.
There’s not another teller,
Presenting a link or chunk,
Framing circularly the story,
To nurture any cell’s hunk.
There’s not a plus one man,
Chewing a whistler’s closet,
There’s only freedom’s red,
To validate the vouch offset.
If Christianity is just an opinion,
And if atheism is only another,
Then crease the distance away,
To note the claim that’s sour.
Truth is the centre of entropy,
With love as its pursuit,
Freedom increasingly appears,
When you love and newt.
Christianity does not stand,
It’s wrong, in between, out,
Jesus was not god, scream,
Hell evades the bible, spout.
Fundamentalists lack sense,
Extremists yell strict, plight,
Homes should not be broken,
By crusaders twisting right.
Wrongness equally parasites,
Upon the strict and the stead,
So let contradictions vent,
The people who nurse lead.
Theology is not an opinion,
Relative, proportional, relational -
And atheism is not just another,
Reflective, pseudo and corporal.
Atheism is true, not Christianity,
So Christianity is false, not said;
Theology is faith unleashed,
Pulling a negative entropy head.
Science is behind atheism,
Winking at the lips in method,
Meandering like lightening,
Through guesses of the cathode.
If you seek truth you will find,
But if you say Jesus lives today,
Physically, then you need to stop,
Saying I can’t say the other: nay.
Categories:
wrongness, atheist, character, cool, discrimination,
Form:
Rhyme
THE SOCIAL THEOLOGY ARTICLE OF FAITH (CREED) – FOUNDER MS. VERLENA S. WALKER
The Social Theology Article of Faith
Social Theologist and Founder Ms. Verlena S. Walker is sending a message of prayer and worship for all to covenant via the therapeutic form of creative writers for the longevity of humanity through a greater determination and the norms of the omnipotent whom is God.
Our Faith is Social Theology. Our Temple is DomKirk. Moreover, our belief is to covenant via the therapy of creative writers for prayer and worshipping of the omnipotent God who has given us life determined to greatness.
Our Creed states that…
1. We believe in one unity of the body as a theological vessel of the Modern
Day Bible that is prophetic through our destiny and not spoken of by the
written word until the truth has been shown and heard.
2. We believe in one unity of the body as a vessel of the omnipotent God for
holistic purposes to deliver righteousness to those who have been falsified
through others’ wrongness.
3. We believe in one unity of the body as a passage [way] of the omnipotent
God to deliver righteousness to those who desire to be saved.
There are seven [7] sacraments to this Article of Faith.
1. Grace and Honor: Unto the omnipotent God, I give grace and honor.
2. Prayer of Deliverance: Unto the omnipotent God, I pray for deliverance.
3. Spiritual Worship: Unto the omnipotent God, I worship with mind, body, and
soul.
4. Faithfulness: Unto the omnipotent God, I bequeath faithfulness in following
“The” and adhering to his Holy Word.
5. Wholeness: Unto the omnipotent God, I offer the wholeness of one unity of
the body through holistic means.
6. Togetherness: With the omnipotent God, I am one.
7. Fulfillment in Belief: For all is in my belief that the omnipotent God is the
creator of humanity in which in [my] purgatory I am ready for Heaven.
~Hallelujah Amen!~
________________________________|
~Penned April 29, 2014!~
Categories:
wrongness, bible, political, religious, visionary,
Form:
Free verse
Smile like sunshine,
That warms me to the core.
Laugh that tickles,
And comforts me more.
Curves to caress,
Smooth to stroke and touch.
Eyes that know all,
And comfort much
A spirit so gentle,
So warm and kind.
A peaceful soul,
So rare to find.
I am not worthy,
How can I dare?
To ask for forgiveness
From one so rare?
My past errors,
They haunt current days.
I so see the wrongness,
Of my past ways!
Please forgive me,
I ache with the pain.
That I have hurt you
And bear your distain.
TLR 8-4-17
Categories:
wrongness, forgiveness, introspection, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
Verse 1
Like a hummingbird with wings to fly, emerging forward towards the sky
Ever receptive to the dream, for all that you’ve witnessed or ever seen
Release and so defy, no greater time to try, just hold on, trust and so rely
Much higher than the fall, it’s time to give your all
To the promises you’re believing for
Chorus
I believe you will receive, the blessings, its free
I am sure, you’re truly called, to the victory, that is yours
It’s time to soar
Verse 2
With an open mind, steered to drive, follow through to the road, you will arrive
Operate the gear, embrace the view, I believe in this, I believe in you
Release hold off the break, it’s time to operate, keep going, there’s just no time to wait
Your view is crystal clear, it’s that special time, it’s your moment
The promises are near
Chorus
Bridge
Spread your wings, at the edge to take the flight
Look beyond, deterrents in your sight
To succeed, turn wrongness into right
Travel through to greater heights
Chorus
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
wrongness, courage, song,
Form:
Free verse
See me fast, feel me low, watch me strike
as I feel myself bottom blend slow into an aqeous blood slumber
silk circulating all rotten terms as I fornunicate
the manicial social countermeasures I must employ
each day here on this Earth to stay unstillborn;vertical,
co-conscious and ever present, I juxtapose
this side of a recognizable happenstance glance of being human.
A brain beacon of contorted body contours and ugly compromises
compels my aimless, shiftless and pointless body careens
into a coincidental Metamorphisis of battle with all elements that
ever-lastingly surround my supposed derivative surveillance
ultimately leading to the judgement. None that of which I know.
I think, therefore I am? Do I even exist in this moment? am I a mistake?
Someone with a mindmeld accurate hold of our place in infinity once said these words. Am I Somebody?Anybody?Nobody?
In my destination of holy conscious efforts in entertaining my fellow "sap"-iens; in negating their intrepid wrongness of their lifelong exposure
to individual ineptiness,
their PC psycho social stupidity, bending over to all of the "socialized ****-ities' that have been sorely intro-forced upon us through corporeal/parental punishment, and other sick f--k activities for infantile/racial/sexual/religious, and all other time capsuled compliances that keep us all under intelligent.
I hereby label you as incompetents and Scumrags of the first order.
Hopefully our evolution to greater beings, worthy of an exaltation, with the sanc-tity of our planet's life in the forefront of eternity, we will endure.
You know who you are and what, to others, you have done. In the name of what?? Why? How come? Regrets? N/A.
In order for me to even look your way, I will need a viable Resume/Vita and Character references from you. I can then determine your "species" and favorability for open discussion. If u see me hitching, run me over, please.
Categories:
wrongness, basketball, beautiful, dark, fairy,
Form:
Free verse
This day, like a warm woolen blanket
Covered the evidence of my hypertrophied heart
Gave me a plausible alibi for the resulting exuberance
And formed a lovely background for the artistry of two souls and bodies entangled in the grass
Blue skies with scudding clouds
Were a worthy distraction
From eyes that saw too much
And pierced through my flimsy facade like a sword
Cerulean turned to cobalt
And white puffs of air to orange, pink, purple and gray
As the heat disembogued from daylight star
Turned into the cold breath of night
As I was lying down
Tangled up in you
On the cool, hard ground
I found
That cold night air
Doesn't stand a prayer
Against the warmth generated
From feelings that are shared
While I contemplated the rightness of the wrong
And the wrongness of the right
I realized that nothing within me was prepared, or willing to fight
The destruction of the darkness of solitary shade
An unconscious decision was made
And so I stayed...
And prayed
That the sweetness of those moments would not ever end
And that even though I could not comprehend
How my friend and I could transcend
The boundaries of time and place
I would one day understand
The magnitude of the gift we were given...(c)All Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett
Categories:
wrongness, love, people, night, me,
Form:
Light Verse
You are so alive in my soul, angel,
You are warming up my heart.
When you're far away
You are always closer than anyone beside.
They may never know the story,
How much we hide inside.
Sometimes people are so blind to see
That real love is worth to fight.
And maybe both of us are living
In the darkness of this world, and
We are wrapped in wrongness but
Still we hold on through these days
Believing our love will save us.
Somehow.
Categories:
wrongness, dream, faith, hope, life,
Form:
Lyric