Condescendingly Poems | Examples

Atrocity

Whether the Indigenous People,
robed in leathers, head dressed in feathers,
who had their own sovereign nations,
wanted it or not,
June 2nd 1924,
U.S. President Calvin Coolidge
condescendingly signed the Snyder Act,
a.k.a., the Indian Citizenship Act, into law,
thereby conferring American citizenship
on American Indians.

He had it backwards,
it was no more than an affront
as, whether the Indigenous People
wanted them or not,
it was American Indians who,
altho' they made no claim to own Mother Earth,
should have conferred American citizenship
on the Paleface People,
who were mere trespassers on tribal territory.

And Woody Guthrie
(1912 – 1967),
another white man,
was not referring
to Native Americans
when he wrote,
'This land is your land.'

erosion

while i was passing by 
in aisle five
i overheard
“get help”
she happened to glance at me
and by 6:03
i happened to think
what if she said 
“get well”
and i don’t know who
and i wasn’t there
but i know 
when i’ve heard it before 
if it wasn’t condescendingly
had one pound of empathy 
i would’ve been 
more likely

we all have days 
that get swept in the haze
of just trying to stay alive
2 steps forward, 1 step back
but it feels like rewinding 5
after drawing a circle or two
you wish you didn’t need to be doing footwork your whole life

it’s like a birthday balloon
in a crowded room
it’s all up in the air
the balloon falls down
you look around 
and wonder if you all have circles there

in the clouds
but with the crowd
sometimes you hear in the way they speak
the toughened clay
they molded that day
to prevent from appearing weak

you feel the way it sounded
they’re trying to keep it grounded
you see the smoothness of their rock
because they’re silently wearing the erosion
it took for them 
to become that soft

Dust

Your hubris is exceeded only
By your inordinate narcissism.
You erroneously believe in your
Immaculate perfection.
You address your "inferiors"
Condescendingly,
In the mistaken belief that they ARE
Your inferiors.

You swagger and
Strut about like a peacock 
In full display; 
Intoxicated by its own
Beauty,
Blind to its 
Marred,
Scaly feet.

Head held high,
Eyes filled with disdain,
Heart swollen with pride,
Soul blemished by conceit.

Oh, lowly creature!
Moulded you are from humble clay:
Forgotten have you in your
Haughty arrogance –
The inevitable truth of your
Return to the dust
From whence you came…

Spare Me From Frivolous Debate

Spare me from those self-righteous snobs
Who think they have all the answers to life,
Leaving no room for alternative explanation
Or different interpretations, creating strife.  
They are so full of pride and continually preen
Looking down on everyone condescendingly,
While believing they alone possess the truth
They treat all who disagree disrespectfully.
They are akin to those folks who "know it all,”
Who are unwilling to consider any other way
And, who will argue their point vehemently,
Sometimes mouthing off just to create a fray.
I have found it’s best to avoid them, if possible
Certainly not to engage them in foolish debate,
For wasting one’s time in frivolous discussion
Will never help their appetite for argument sate.

written January 28, 2022

Word War

Why….sarcastic ,snide remarks
To dictate and criticise
Pointing that “crooked finger of judgement”
Expecting all others to view through your eyes!

You voice, “that  should not be”
Though when it comes your way
You bask in all the glory
Of the niceties others say

Somewhat hypocritical 
Though I think it’s quite clear
When it is not directed at you
Your insecurities appear

Each one of us are different
We each give and receive what we desire
As long as dealt with respectfully 
That’s all that is actually required

Your sarcastic innuendos are not masked
By your clever, deliberate words
Your real intentions are obvious
So condescendingly inferred

Since when did encouraging others 
Become a negative
Kindness and positivity 
Words best left unsaid?

So obsessed about others
In what they say and do
Perhaps it’s time to focus inward 
Make some positive changes within you?

Get down from your high horse
You are the only player in this “word war”
Simply, “just be nicer”
There are no points here to be scored!

An Orphan By Choice

An orphan of her own doing, she frequents the nightclub scene
Completely her own person, possibly pumped up on heroin.  
I try to make conversation but she doesn’t know me
She is speaking with her angels, needs no people at all
Smiles condescendingly at me, and I fade off 
Understanding she is not sharing her pain
Keeping it safe, hidden under a smile I barely recognize.

She is goth-like in appearance, black make up decorates her eyes,
not wanting to stand out or be noticed; 
I am unsure why she is here at all.
I see her talking to her spirit guides; and I admire her.
She is her own person, needing none of us.
If we disappeared it would not be noticed.
She is an orphan of her own making.
Keeping her pain hidden under that hesitant smile.

Her superstitious nature wears a rabbit foot in her pocket.
A plethora of various religious symbols around her neck.
I wonder if her angels are from Egyptian mythology?
Are they Christian, Buddha or Mohamed-led?
I approach her but dare not ask.
Her smile stops me.
I am dead to her.
We all are.
An orphan by choice.

A Heretics Homily

What brings you here?
LOVE.  HATE.  FEAR
of life - death
or the interim?

Do you wish to pray?
Together
             Six        feet       apart

What sign of peace will we offer?
A condescendingly humble glare?
A wink and a nod?
A get a load of this snicker?

Shall we rejoice
        in the blessings of
                  -the passing pestilence
                  -the rising tide of violence
                                                       - in the name of peace?

Shall we dine
         On the body and blood
                    Of a forgotten savior
                       
Twist his words
        around a crooked cross
                 point at the sinners
                           shun the homeless
                                         doubt the efficacy of his truth

LEAVE HERE --  NOW
                               Speak not of what was said

Rather. -----reflect
                          ON and IN
                                         ......your heart

As it hardens against
                               .........LOVE


John G. Lawless
6/7/2020

Special Plants

The water pooled on the thirsty ground; as if the arid dirt took it's time soaking up every drop. It was only overspill from bathing my spoiled fern. Domesticated plants come first. They dwell in the warm, fertile, specially bought soil, while you wild plants are on your own. My Ivey looks condescendingly upon the others, as if to say, "it's been a hot day hasn't it? Glad I live in a pot on not in the brittle dry ground!" My monkey grass have large rings of moisture under their pots. After all, it has been a hot several days. My trees give a look of disapproval as I manicure the pampered leaves. And I walk into my cool cave, proud of my special plants.

Christ Like

Christ Like

Christian?
Hmmm – let’s see
Professing virtue
Condescendingly

We start with a claim
We separate in to groups
Denominations – Thirty five hundred
How convenient – no need for any proof 

The Christ we say we follow
Embodies the word 
He lives out what he teaches
Actions are what need to be heard

We just say “We’re all sinners”
Sick - decrepit souls
We’ll never live up
To the greatest story that’s been told

Dissonance - suffering
Apathetic and broke
We’ll just point out others beliefs
Judge them and make jokes

Christian?
I prefer Follower of Christ
By following his word
It makes life feel so right

No judgment
No fear
No shame
No hidden agenda to trade my soul for fame

Perhaps we are sinners
Because of biological drives
Acceptance – awareness - beauty
Salvation – you come alive 

If you become what you say
Your actions will speak the truth
Be Christ like
Like the Bible says - You will know them by their fruits

New Boy

NEW   BOY



New boy on the block
Walk home from bus
Driver hardly acknowledges my ticket
Beeps it condescendingly
I walk past the gated development 
Security guard gradually grudgingly
Learns to nod in my direction
Another six months and he smiles

That Word Concur:

The word concur
Really grates my skin,
If there was a competition
For the most pompous word
It would surely win!

Don't get me wrong
I'm certain it has its place,
It's just not a word
For me in any case.

To be used condescendingly
Would be about it,
But if it showed its face
In its eye, I would spit.

Thankfully I pray it is not
Used that frequently,
And in the English language
It should remain to be.

But what really annoys me
About the word so much,
That it's generally used
By those out of touch.

Out of the mouths of politicians
I hear it being used,
And after all, we know
They are the most confused.

So next time someone says
The words "I concur,"
Inform them immediately
They need a brain transfer! 

12~May~2017
For Frank's contest.

I Remember You Honey

I need a kiss or at least a hug
someone to hold me tight
and say its all going to be alright.
or even a quick
I love you honey.

the kids are sick again
the dogs got fleas
my husband is moaning
his dinner is cold.

I mess up the tv remote
he laughs condescendingly
and fixex it in a heartbeat
I want to dump the lot of them
and run away to live in the islands

The next day I  get splashed
by a rude driver 
mud all over my new coat.
is this all there is?

But just as I reach 
the point of despair.
I pass a dress shop window
full of size zero manequins
with skinny superior looks.
All dressed in designer dresses.

And I see my reflection.
My hair wild and free
flowing in the breeze.
My glasses wet with rain.
I have no makeup on just lipstick.
I see the reflection of a real woman.
But I look fantastic 
the great  woman
my mom brought up.
the woman I want to be. 
She is wonderful
awesome. 
I smile and wave at her.
and shout silently.
I remember you honey.

Dogs Have Families - Cats Have Staff

If my cat could talk
he’d be spikingly bright  
Correcting my grammar 
All day and all night

Condescendingly sneering
At my lack of prose
Over spectacles dangled
Just so, on his nose

He would spend his free time
Learning german or greek
As a prelude to teaching
His ‘master’ to speak

In a pure feline tongue
I’d be privileged to know
Where he spends all his nights
Wouldn’t you love to go?

Why he spends so much time
At another address
And just why next doors lawn
Is a terrible mess

that the screeching and howls
are mere tools so to speak
and are fully employed
to keep dogs from their sleep

that the dumping of 
half-eaten mice at your door
is a sign of our love
what else could it be for

“keep my litter tray clean
and my scratching pole right
and I won’t ever sit 
on your face in the night”

No Erotica Or Sacrilege

no erotica or sacrilege


Who shall define these terms
and inflict it on all others
condemning to a barren life
Oedipus and his brothers

condescendingly control
what is deemed as holy
while holding up to ridicule
beliefs they hold as folly.

Who will determine what is right
and consequently what is wrong
trapped in their esoteric robes
condemning those in freedom’s thong.

For there are those, who just as you
condemn you for the things you do
in defiance of their laws
extermination of your flaws

and so to set the Druids free
would cut down every freakin’ tree
hide beneath erotic drape
every hint of sex or shape

while giving glory to some belief
passed down from ancient hate
that suffering’s the will of god
and pain the fee for heaven’s gate.

So beware the “hand of god”
in chainmail glove and scented ink
policing how we feel and speak
restricting how we write - and think.


John G. Lawless
10/16/2014

submitted to – No Rules – Poetry Contest
sponsor – rob carmack

I Break Everything I Touch

I break everything I touch;
At first seemingly simple-
But soon too much,
For my games are so nimble.

My feelings out of reach-
always too far to touch.
And not made known through speech;
I am an observer-
I keep my distance;
I am not a conformer-
And at times lack resistance.

I speak my words carefully,
I am a reformer-
And I shall go about it tastefully,
Though always be straightforward.

If you paid slight attention,
You'd notice need for a contravention;
Morality has gone astray-
Long Lost in comprehension;
I hold true to mine today.

Why when we speak do we do so 
condescendingly-
Instead of understandingly?
It's honestly trifling.

Although to late for prevention-
If nothing else, help ease the tension;
Perhaps we could find ourselves some 
redemption.
For not only what we speak-
But also what we fail to mention.

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