Calumny Poems

Craven Cupidity

Craven cupidity, contemptible crow
Your talking is squawking as black as your soul

If birds of a feather would gather your hem 
A collection of seamstresses darker than them

Would weave from hole cloth a pattern of lies
From a harvest of calumny dark'ning the skies

Who rates this performance, whose benefit there
With bait this enormous just fit for a bear

Who else in the forest could relish this feast
Galumphing, triumphing, it must be a beast

Wallowing, swallowing, swampy at best
Content to recline there and dine on the rest

Immobile as a trophy, stuffed for display
On future repast, blackened feather filet

Blow hard and bellow with yellowing cries
Gather like fellows who feast on these lies

If chapels had been churches, your cathedral would loom
'stead of gathering shadows in this canyon of gloom

With your bins full of blight and your gather of smut
We hasten to bid you not good night but...  what?

We wonder still under quick'ning despair
In search of escape, it must be here but... where?

There must be some light lest this darkness o'erwhelm
We must brave the night til the Good take the helm

Blither-Blather and Red Yuck, and Pray Like Your Hair's on Fire, 'Coz It Is

    when accused of blither-blather
      seek shelter in the moment, rather
    than plunge right in confrontationally
      into a bottomless pit of calumny

    remember to count to ten again and again
      ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
    if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not 
      or let bygones be bygones and all that rot

    ‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
       when and if you’re still juiced
    you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
       then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
                          
                          *******

    If the horror you've just read
       fills you with naught but dread
    Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
       before you go to bed
                               ~ Dr. Jack Ell

Sir You Have Besmirched the Good Name of My Pangolin

Sir! You Have Besmirched the Good Name Of My Pangolin


Nothing can be the same now -
before the recent pandemic
my companion Pangolin
Boris and I,
were carefree,
and happily plying our trade
as chimney sweeps in Siberia,
but since the ‘great lie’
we dare not show our faces
in any town or city,
for they have labeled Boris; a good, kind,
not too gentle creature
as a SPREADER'!
O the calumny. the infamy the inaccuracy!
Now our only recourse
is to have him dress up as an Anteater
and move to Bolivia.

Alumni Not Calumny

1.Agar mein jhoti bakwas karta hun..
2.Agar meri batain bay bunyad hain..
3.Agar mujhay bolnay ki tameez nahi..
4.Agar mein culture ka vulture nahi..
5.Agar mujhay tradition ka pata nahi..
6.Agar mein mun phat qisam ka hun...
Q.Why don't you file defamation suit??
Note.Point To Be Noted My Honor..

I Am African

I am African, I affirm that i am Original African 
untainted, unblenched, unsoiled. 
I am African, 
with all the dignity of the first human. 
unashamed, unbowed, undaunted.  I am African.
unique, culturally so. 
I am from the people whose origin birthed all others, 
the first creatures of Earth. 
I am African, 
Boldly I declare,  
with this strength and sinews affirming, 
though they obscure my origin with fabrication, 
and contorted the fact with lies,
Yet, my spirit aligning with the truth undeniable, I am African.
Though the glare of calumny opposes,
and unvoiced spite rent my melanin, 
I stand unfettered declaring, I am African.
unrestricted traversing the globe, 
from this climes to India, 
I carry beauty across continents
sowing seeds everywhere. 
I bore the heat unblenched.
I retain the goodness of Gold.
This sun does not affright. 
it leaves no particles with the scourge.
When you see me touring the Land with strength,
Remember,   
I am African.

Faded Feelings

Bricks of pain heaved on feeble frame
Hell’s ring tone in fragile ears
Exits incomparable in life’s little memory
A goddess gone, the pillar of a heart’s strength.

Lured above reason by fables,
By mean mortals of and kings of calumny 
“They said, and the tattlers said”
to the end of a structure so rare.

This trust is tested,
As hope crumbles
Among dark rumors by strange marauders,

A heart nurtured for stranger’s gains 
An Oprah’s regret found in Ruth.
All entreaties as weak words they fall,
And so must I let the bird fly to her nest,
Into hideouts carved by her lust and greed,
Seeking a heaven in hell’s lies.

A foretelling powers of bygone times
Pronounced this exit by lightning's speed.
Goodbye to true parleys of the heart,
An End to the dream by imputed fables.

A shaking of wind, a tossing of sea
A tornado of earth’s fires
A true test of oaths and love
Goodbye to what men call love.
now and forever know.

Eros is a stranger to agape

Avaunt

Good bye cheering souls, 
to this clime i come alone.
from hence i now depart, 
goodbye to cravings and  pleasure, 
goodbye to the race of time,
to their jeers and calumny, 
to the contest of vanities and gauderies
goodbye to successes and failures 
to love and  hate, i ride on wings 
to dreams and ambitions. 
I cease from the race with mere men.
Goodbye to mundane, the joys of a moment 
goodbye to all that men calls gains 
goodbye to affections, to lies and illusions 
goodbye to all
when you wake up from life's dream 
you will say your goodbye too

Tulsi Gabbard

TULSI ACROSTIC




T-Tulsi is tenacious and not one
to take any guff!

U-Unshakeable and uncrushable
under "missing email" HRC's
horrendous harumph!

L-Lion Hearted Tulsi was to
meet with HRC,face to face.

S-Staunch,so solid is her stand!
and won't take HRC's lies lined
with unproven disgrace!

I-Irate, she is! And rightly so!

She remembers so well HRC's 
lies about being in enemy gunfire 
in Bosnia, oh?
.....................

  
   ~Poem re:Tulsi's Nemesis~

HRC, had better things on her
to-do list, so just she didn't show!

Making a new,untruthful list~
of those she thinks are plotting
to overthrow her HRC presidency.
 
A shrew, who dreams of all her
political foes as
Dancing with evil Russians...
a go-go!

And so, like sweet petunias in
a funky,briar patch,
For HRC's calumny, there is
no match!

     October 23, 2019

What Kind of Town Is This

Chicago's roots nourished Deep
   Calumny, Crime, Corruption
Oh, that a mutant twig or leaf appear
   That's not eviscerated as Disruption

Deceita Or What a Circus

DECEITA

Oh what a circus, what a show!
The United States Senate has gone to town
Over the selection of a judge to the Supreme Court

They’ve all gone crazy
And there’s none who can do it with such self righteousness
Falling over themselves to get
All the hypocrisy right

They couldn’t let it happen
It had to be changed
Couldn’t have a Judge with constitutional belief
That could ruin all their Utopian plans

Must arrange his removal 
Ran around looking for somebody who
Would accuse - old answer there all the time
Destroyed reputation in view

And as for facts and veracity 
They never invited them in
They found a martyr, who’d represent all the suffering
of her sex
Nulling basics of evidence and truth
The end justifying the means

Cry now for the Constitution
The truth is no longer objective 
With accusations wild
And with no evidence
They found him guilty
He’s deemed defective

Cry now for Lady Justice
Assumed innocence holds no longer 
We have a victim now
And he the assailant
No need for witnesses
Calumny is stronger

Ewatomi

Gait precedes her beauty, 
Her calm nature - a soothing balm to Sango's anger, 
calumny isn't our threshold mark, yet, 
she sells shells for the onlookers.

The aura of her loins, 
weakness I cannot feign.
Dreadful in the sight of the Lions, 
but a cave light for Dem enchantress. 

Shall you say your beauty runs us berserk? 
Has it taken away our senses? 
Nature has its call and obedience to call, for,
forlon nature drives us mad.

Wit of Kings faileth all, 
strength of Hercules buried him. 
What shall we say then of this treasure? 
Time has its' gain on it! 
Beware of the chalices.

The strength hasn't failed me yet.
Wits hasn't gone out of one. 
Ewatomi.

Confusion Reigned Supreme In My Lair

In my lair
I seized life by her hair
Cos I was fed up with the affair

In which folks went for broke
In harsh words and tones they spoke
Crushing my stark reality as they awoke

Feeling guilty
Cos stalking me became their utility
Frowning at the versatility

I took in my stride
As they plotted and slayed my pride
When without an iota of shame they took me for a ride

Assuming their insidious acts wouldn't boomerang
When calumny and salacious stories on their smart phones rang
With a boisterous bang and slang

To the past they couldn’t escape
Although through odious humble pie they scraped at the cape
Where teeming with sorrow in the lovescape

That consorted the folly
They flaunted when they taunted Polly
To delight rival Molly

Who by my side had stood
Resolute in a nasty neighbourhood
Where derided and misunderstood

I lay no claim
To the lair in which I played a fair game
With neither friends nor foes as I swallowed both blame and shame.

Set Eyes On God To Succeed

Your best investment lies in God’s hands
Which guarantee life, love and boundless care
Regardless of kinds and types of lands
Which your feet dare to walk without forking out any fare

In kind or slush cash
Men and women whose whims
Reduced at death to mere ash
In their temperamental and sentimental teams

Depending on their tricks or moods
Choose to dole out
In their woods  
Filled with mood swing and doubt

Until to the core of your mind
Comes the realization
That in men and women
Lies neither your salvation mission nor determination

To bring to fruition the destiny
God in his purpose
Chose not in your mutiny or calumny
But from his original source

Because in the end only God has the wherewithal
To anticipate, explicate, facilitate, replicate success in your every need
Without under fire a retreat tactical or strategic withdrawal
To ensure that your dreams, missions, portions and options succeed

In addition, God loves you too much
To let you continue to fail
Within every critical touch or dream bunch
In your heart, your home or in your self-inflicted jail.

Strange Simony

Another man
Another plan
Hung on a 
Godforsaken tree
One dread kiss
And then 
Was this 
Eternal calumny
How bitter 
Seems the glitter
Of dark silver 
Simony
No shining glory 
In this story 
Just shame and death
For all to see 
In the daylight
And with hindsight 
Could not there 
Light and mercy be 
For it was writ 
This would be it 
That all these things 
Would come to be 
The portrayal 
Of his betrayal
Haunts our own 
Humanity
No kudos 
For poor Judas 
Only lonely 
Ignominy

by Gail

What Is Wrong With Talking About Other People

Talking about other people can hurt you and them
 Even if you meant no harm
You could be guilty of a serious sin called, “calumny.”

If you believe the negative reports you hear about others without verifying the facts
You will be guilty of rash judgment
 False reports contributed to Jesus’ condemnation and death
Having suffered from them
One can imagine that Jesus takes a dim view of calumny and rash judgment
“Detraction” 
Another serious sin that involves disclosing someone’s faults or misdeeds to listeners who didn’t know about them
Without an objectively good reason
 Such a disclosure almost always impacts a reputation
Rather than risk hurting someone or sinning yourself
Follow grandma’s wise advise “If you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all.”

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