She came down screaming, cloaked in flame,
A bolt of spite, no soul to tame.
From hilltop high she cast her spell—
The art of slander, taught too well.
They built her shrines in whispered breath,
In gossip’s grip, they danced with death.
Her tongue, a blade that cuts unseen,
Yet worshiped like some vengeful queen.
She taught them how to twist the truth,
To poison joy, corrupt the youth.
No proof required, no facts to weigh—
Just sharpened words to flay and flay.
I walk beneath her shadowed reign,
Each rumor like a drop of rain.
It floods my name, it stains my skin,
A war I never asked to win.
They speak as if their hearts are stone,
No warmth, no grace, just undertone.
Their minds are mirrors cracked with spite,
Reflecting only what’s not right.
No thought of kindness, no repair,
Just venom laced in vacant stare.
They feed on fear, they starve on hope,
And swing their lies like braided rope.
Yet still I rise, though torn and bruised,
Refusing to be so misused.
For truth, though quiet, holds its ground—
And Slanderella will be drowned.
Don't speak ill; don't
Mock; don't malign to a
Person you don't know.
I know what to her is core:
You with a killing horn gore
And men who’d called her A Whore;
Her image in The Street tore;
Clothes such as she never wore
Claiming: she had them, for sure …
And I know what she is sure:
In the heart can leave a sore,
Which for years enemies bore
And shall certainly, for more:
Like contrite hearts on the floor …
The war after Defamation
A bold fight for Reclamation.
Tribute to our limerick humorist, Tom Cunningham.
This poem written as response to his poem: WINTER’S END HUMOR
DEFAMATION OF CHARACTERS AT WINTER’S END
This Tom is a son of a gun, “Oh shoot!”
Exclamation blunt as this poet coot
Defames one more fellow,
With ink makes him bellow.
Another slipknot, “Oh shoot!”
2/26/2020
Digging ditches deeper does depend on dirt
Degradingly dry or dampened and drenched
Discovery delivers different diagnostics
Despite dimensions of developed domain.
12/1/2017
Alliteration Contest
i have came to
the realization that
through out
the years there has
been a steady creation of
mental defamation
character assassination
misleading slander
perpetuating false
ideals to continuously
replay within your mind
concerning you and I
Defamation Politics
By Franklin Price
3/23/2016
Defamation politics gets worse and worse each day
Has nothing to do with policies or politics in any way
Election terrorism is what it has come to be
Real terrorism around the world is quite enough for me
There should not be freedom, to tell half truths and lies
This really dirty politics is something I despise
Super packs are organized to take it further in the dump
Money thrown at degradation to defame the likes of Trump
If Republicans did not like him, never should have let him in
Never let him run as an Elephant, what they've done is more than sin
Got attention that they wanted, thought he would not succeed
The tables turned right on them, the people thought he's what we need
Now that he is way ahead, all degradation more than fair
Unless it comes from Mr. Trump not many really care
The power is against him the people have no say
To vote in mass against it is the people's only way
Government not by the people, we're not invited to the ball
Cast the vote, that's in your heart, or have no say at all.
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