Issue, O Iridescence!
Luminesce on the sly.
Pore over, phosphorescence?
Oh yes, and here is why!
Students of the nebula!
Empire has its cost!
Best to keep it regular?
That or deal of Faust!
Sauced, are ye, wild warriors?
Well, at times it's best.
Lost and sinking? Sail azures!
Tours and boors need rest.
Zest, O mighty zephyr!
Boreal pole, hear all!
Have you seen the lost heifer?
My! Io, give a call...
Fall, when winter, taciturn;
Sends the snow and ice;
Sullen, silent, spares to spurn;
Miracled device;
What will avail travelers?
High road, one with us?
Gods of death, synthetic furs?
Bile and blunderbuss!
Muss on heads of wearied folk?
That is not good news.
O for eggs with scrambled yolk!
Doom, Death, disabuse...
Channeled communications?
Be sure to precise read.
Otherwise re-educations!
Draw bead, O my greed!
Weed atop the giant's mound?
Zero Lost and Found?
O ye serpents, hissing sound?
Next below the ground...
Warning? Dark fire, warming?
O locusts on the air:
Sudden is thy swarming?
Life, ladies, is not fair...
Categories:
boors, animal, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Excuse me, please, if I am not impressed
By the unnecessary barb shot at another,
By plain rudeness and blatant snarkiness
Especially aimed at my sister or brother.
I’m totally turned off by a nasty attitude
Or overbearing and narcissistic behavior,
On the other hand, I’m all for pulchritude.
Yeah, I like beauty in all forms and flavors.
Then, those people who feel entitled,
Living off the largesse they did not earn
Whose arrogance goes about unbridled
I doubt those ne’er-do-wells will ever learn.
Yep, these folks, they simply turn me off
I don’t care to be around their kind,
I know, I know, some of them will scoff
But, as for me, they won’t change my mind.
Written June 1, 2022
Categories:
boors, how i feel, people,
Form: Quatrain
Narcissistic boors can be so off-putting
Always eagerly saying, "Look at me!
I am the smartest, best-looking specimen
On the entire planet, you can plainly see.
I am the strongest, most talented person
I will be the first, and I'll let you know it.
And only those people who understand
Can wallow with me in my bullsh**t.
I welcome them into my private community
Where we will become the best of friends,
Should they have an opinion or question me
That's where our coveted friendship ends."
Once in the spotlight they can't get enough
They will lie, cheat, and steal to keep it,
But as time goes by their antics grow thin
Their disappearance doesn't upset me a bit.
written September 12, 2021
Categories:
boors, people, psychological,
Form: Quatrain
Bittersweet is the knowin’
That being right...is sometimes wrong
That sure as the breeze keeps blowin’
Bein’ meek..is to be strong
Oftimes it’s best to not address
False claims put forth by fools and boors
Endure their efforts to impress
Lest they enter one’s mind’s doors
Nod as if the embellishments said
Were scripture writ ‘pon stone
The exaggerations true exclamations
Not erroneous to the very bone
The quiet satisfaction in
allowing a blowhard to blather on
Can be akin to Aloe on one’s skin
An annoying rash soon to be gone
It’s friends we need...in truth indeed
Suffer the puffery...It won’t last long
It’s tender mercy to their need
And always being right..
...can oftimes be wrong… `
Categories:
boors, analogy, appreciation, care, silence,
Form: Prose Poetry
The girl stepped out her face amok
With lurid colors, set to shock
Four others came with mal intent
Hoods up, sinister, a desire to torment
Jeering voices in the dank of this night
Adrenaline flowing at this time of fright
The bent old woman down the road
They're stalking her dim abode
That sad old witch alone in her house
Where she sits as quiet as a mouse.
Gothic shapes adorn the outside
They're statues and a good place to hide.
Dared painted girl sets to at the door
It's hammered and kicked until limbs are sore
No sign of her, the night retains its hush
Feeding their frenzy, then out they rush
From the shadows and occultic bush
Their ghoulish prank has really begun
They'll crack the windows, break the doors
The widow resignedly braves the boors
Contorting their faces in leering pose
She removes the sun glasses from her nose
Their fate is sealed as they succumb to fear
Broad beams from eyes that continue to peer
Now gray in color, the stand affixed
Immortalized in stone, she is transfixed
More statues to add to her collection
She'll look at them with morbid affection
Categories:
boors, scary,
Form: Blank verse
Am I in hell or just in a distracting nowhere?
I just hate this atmosphere and want to go somewhere,
You talked so different and I can’t read you,
I’m so dissed with pranks and I so wanted to mew.
You’re conceited and you think you’re smart,
Gosh! Strike me a thunder so I’ll just fart.
To think you are just dirt in my appealing nails,
Don’t be so grumpy because you’re still walking in trails.
You really want to make those plenty wrongful sins,
I’m not delighted to see your one in hell grins.
You’re bunch of boors in a grotesque pants and shirt,
Juvenile pranks are not that so funny to blurt.
Hoping for your good change is what I’m looking,
Trouble in you can be like so over annoying.
But still can’t deny that I always do care,
I still want to help because that’s my greatest dare.
Don’t ever think that I over dislike you,
I just really hate the way the wrecked things that you do.
If there is something that you want to express,
Cruelty is not the answer if you’re extreme depressed.
Categories:
boors, angel, anger, inspiration, mentor,
Form: Rhyme
If only they had listened
Things would not have get out of hands
as it is now but they were selfish
Wanting so much for themselves
The masses are left behind.
If only they had listened to the
Voice of Chinue Achebe We could have
Been smiling now.
If only they had listened to the voice
Of Gani Fawehinm, all the boors could
Have rot in the Jail
Freedom would be restore in our father land.
If only they had listened to cry of
Ben Okri When he write melodiously for peace
Nigeria could have been a better place.
If only they could think and reason just like Wole Soyinka
The sky won't be our limit
Rather We climb and fly higher than the eagle
With wings so large and beautifully made
From above for us all.
if only they had followed the footsteps of Nelson Mandela
We would be free from sickness and hunger
Which had circulated in the air through their feces.
If only they had listened to Sir Ken saro,
The black oil would have been for the beggars
The south south would not be damaged by oil.
If only they had hope and dream of a better
Nigeria they could have achieved it.
If only they had, if only they had listened
Nigeria could have been a home for all.
Categories:
boors, abuse,
Form: Acrostic
IN DEFENSE OF SUICIDE
In this still room devoid of human voice,
Where imagination bends the knee to king of choice,
And ever vibrant memories dwell,
Bounce with delicious ease from heav’n to hell;
Why find return to daily chores?
Why interact with twits and boors?
Why not forsake me—let me be?
Why not remand me to eternity?
Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
Suicide in ancient Greece (and many other cultures)was not considered a crime. It was often a choice of honor.
Categories:
boors, life, suicide,
Form: Classicism
Barbarians trampled through the empire.
They came in waves from wherever was home.
Boors killed Romans and set buildings afire.
Cities were laid to waste when tribes would roam.
These ruffians lit Rome’s funeral pyre.
Categories:
boors, history, people, war,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
hacked from earthly dust
as wrought by unwary same,
the smoking bandit rises
to stake its deadly claims.
as history bears us notice
for peace is what it tells,
the smoking bandits beguiling
its heart be set in hell.
the smoking bandits theft be swift
its booty paid in death,
but no one in the land dare speak,
just stare with laden breath.
blood and war on mangled boors
the smoking bandit spews,
and reaps reward for all the more,
its victims whom ill knew
forever then let us lay smoking bandit
to rest; begone like setting sun.
and pry away its mask from face-
to see a smoking gun!
Categories:
boors, death, life, peace,
Form: Couplet