a murder of crows
gathering in the gloaming,
swarming o'er gravestones...
denigrating the deceased?
or a macabre mourning?
Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
Tied up
Condemned to death
Cursed
Spat on
Guilty of being alive
No escape
Fugitive of life
Slave to desires I'll never get
Beaten
Bruised
Forgotten
Cast in the deepest cage
Loud cheers
Happy faces
Denigrating stares
Scourged
Ridiculed
Scorned
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Chided
Derided
Covered in sores
Noose around my neck
One
Two
Third
Cut.
Sadly sadly farage it seems?has become self-important
Upon the world scene.' Denigrating a man who called for
His help..' in rallys in London..That were really well turned out.'
Is he taking for granted an empathy from Trump.? I've looked for other reasons.' Yet in truth I am stumped.' Small
Cracks can become fissiures.? And could pull down the
Elect I put nothing beyond the w e f, they have such a brass
Neck.' I suppose nothings new ever under the sun, just how true
To today, could that scripture run.?
The flowers in their spring
Beauty no longer in the eye
Beholden to none
Flowing in the water
Our love lived there
Where the water Lilys grow
We walked down the river, together
Tangling feet in mud
The summer air
Young love pushing our persons
Only simply time itself
Denigrating our water Lilys
Leaving our walk
Bereft the stream
Dried bones
Are all I became
The place the water lies grow
Presses on for others
Abandoned is what I caused you
Listless is where I’m left
Take care,
Wherever your water Lilys grow
Make it there
Be happy for the both of us
Alone in dirt,
Touched only by leaves
Is where you may find
The mound of bones,
That once was me
tribes
What is said is said and cannot be undone
the white people take a perverse delight
in denigrating themselves as it should be
a fearful badge of honour
(Do we detect a certain pride?)
Every tribe of people where murderous against
incomers as they upset the balance of cohesion
and must be fought with cruelty.
Every tribe in the world has committed atrocities
even the Jews, when given a chance,
But only the whites revel in the false culpability.
Was literature, art, music, philosophy and morals
a white man's burden?
They come from Muslim countries to seek sanctuary
yet demand we shall bend to their will to respect
Their faith, at the same time, hates Christianity
trying to destroy those who gave them succour.
White people should be proud we achieved greatness
where others sank into barbary.
my latest anti CCP turtle poem--
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
Enough Is Enough Horn Haiku
enough is enough
trump really was terrible
so we should impeach
completely absurd
totally denigrating
should get rid of trump
had been Bellau Wood
soldiers wounded and they died
so we cried and cried
trump sure is a strain
critize, condemn complain
his hair harmed in rain
were at complete loss
that caused a total chaos
out trump we should toss
trump is a trollop
while around he will gallop
what a big whallop
need another perk
system still does work
trump has been a jerk
critical and singe
what we want will be revenge
trump we must avenge
will not be backer
trump calls soldier a slacker
what a wise cracker
may be fallacy
was a scorched earth policy
trump philosophy
heard trump and his sound
cut down those who are around
that caused heart to pound
trump looked in garage
what he saw must be mirage
could be collagen
see trump and his hair
should have heard when he does swear
much more left to spare
Jim Horn
Immature boys
having a bully good time
Plenty wet towel fun ...
doing nude, verbal denigrating
It was just harmless locker room talk,
the unconcerned adults all said
Nothing to worry about,
the pampering voices cooed
Giving patronizing pats on the head
to those annoying,
ponytail ginger freckles in school
Insecure men
love having women
squirm under their thumbs,
office hours pinned
Mature females
moving nervously around
the water cooler
Hearing the misogynist sound
of gurgling testosterone
Bad boys engaging in locker room talk
on marble floors,
behind hallowed corporate doors
Simon Said boys,
taking their lemming lead
from male titans of industry
speaking lewdly —
About your mother, or my sister
Perhaps
our neighbor’s daughter,
undoubtedly
Locker room reprehensible speech
is carnal nasty linguistic imagery
Filthy locker room talk ...
lecherous verbal walk in the caveman dark
Misogynist tongues
gaslighting the feminine degradation spark
Broken circle of life,
bad boys learning how to abuse virgin girls
Abominable human sacrifice
being orally performed all around the world
Through telepathy
We mingle
With each other in empathy
Though single
In status and name
Society derides
Arguing we carry blame for the lame name
Detractor X rides
On interaction thrown
Into denigrating debate
To malice grown
Venomous of late
In a conundrum
With neither head nor face
That beats a war drum
Beaten aloud on the surface
Where ripples wander
Agog pandering to a swing of mood
That entertains a gender
Discourse when a knock on wood
Doesn’t suffice to calm down tempers
Driven the edge of anger
As sobriety scampers
For cover the longer
Distrust thrives
Amid longing
That arrives
When feelings
On edge snap me awake
In the middle of a dream
I can’t mistake
For life on the rim
That spins my poise
Displacing it from its centre of gravity
When a persistent noise
Draws my mind to the reality
That you and I
Forever together
Are meant to tie
Tightly like birds of a feather.
America pretends today
that it didn't actually
put an unqualified
narcissistic bully
in the position
of the most
powerful man
in the whole known universe,
America pretends today
that somehow
this lying
two-faced con-man
can best represent
their interests
& actually givea damn,
America pretends today
that its o.k.
that the office
of the President
is now run by a
scamming tycoon
real-estate developer
whose claim to fame
is really just
his name,
America pretends today,
that mocking the broken,
denigrating tortured prisoners,
sexual-assault,
bigotry & racism
are all forgivable
in their newly
minted Chief,
America pretends today,
that this choice
is not a reflection
of the darkness
in its people,
of the false promise
of a Great America,
and the bitter poison
that is white folks
fear & dread.
America has another drink
& then
goes home.
(With thanks to the late great Francis Vincent Zappa)
Dignity of Manual Labor
by Lori Maria Walton
These, my manual extensions
designed for dexterity
give, to you, my treasure
These, you take from me
denigrating my identity,
No acknowledgement of difference
only indifference and emptiness
Extend the strand you hold,
with my warmth
I will wrap and preserve
your weakness
Let me walk tall, among
your books, and give to you
the wisdom of my hands
Balance
Being an elderly block
With hardly a lock
Had a cut on hair grey
When I had this dismay:
“Grey hair is a trouble,
“I’ll charge you double!”
“With you, I must be bold
“Look this head is bald
“Sure, it’s pretty enough
“To reimburse you half!”
*
Where behaviour is cold
By denigrating the old
Our value is not double
Our worth meets trouble.
And, where Hope’s gone
By Age’s frail bone
If Love is given by enough
Woe is lessened by half!
The infirm is not jealous
Stop being overzealous-
God willing and perchance
Life may strike a balance!
JM
27th Nov’ 2013
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