Say it while you're here. Say it while you're here!
How high they build hospitals!
Towering, chemically distilled alters
that the dead worship away from.
Piling, corpses on corpses on
tumors, on hearses.
Coffins for sale! Coffins for sale!
How lovely they make the mortuary
bells toll! Resonant frequencies that
the living stumble into. Onto, around.
How deeply the gravediggers dig!
Shovel, on glass, on cement, on
brick. Crack! What a hideous sound!
How high the fragments soar! Look
at them go.
How low they go, for such low blows
Insurance cards, rip! Hospital beds. Tip!
There go the patients down the trash chute!
Head first, feet first… drained of blood.
How intelligent the thoughts of mad men be.
Label them! Banish them! Don't let them speak!
It's so easy to dismiss someone when they're
called derogatory things. How hypocrisy weighs
down the silver of their tongues!
How loud! How loud? Too loud.
How long you wait How long you smile
How long you are here doesn't matter to
any of them, any one. But it matters to me.
It matters to me dearly, my love.
The world is in ruins
Look at the tech
What's still at stake with revolution?
We already living in a postmodern irrational society
Look at content creation
Social media sickness
Modern day decency is paradoxical
What's right doesn't necessarily need to be logic
Heritage is no more ordinary
Cultures die
Neocolonialism is a parasite
Look at the steak of the third world
Civilization a killer radical
Brought us urbanization now its global warming time
There's no more trust in authority
Governments are derogatory
And the world citizens are sick
Surviving_Pawn
I decided long ago
never to walk in anyone's shadow,
they called me a sociopath,
I said you must be having a laugh.
What does that mean?
Just about everything derogatory it would seem;
they must have missed something out,
what would you know what my life's about?
It's about being selfish till the time has gone,
look after no.1 - never mind what you've done;
what did you do wrong, what do you mean -
since when we're you so squeaky clean?
Okay, I should have done better -
easy to say but would have been prettier.
Just another female
, complain and wail
Fake from bottom to head
Talk only and never hears what is said
For her ears are for rings
And mind full of dead things
Can't use brain nor ponder
To see someone think is a wonder
A woman of no category
An average symbol of female derogatory
Clean, shine and glamour
With terminal tumor
Just a dressed corpse and manicured
Can't be healed nor cured
Sunday 28/9/2003
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mine digits
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she peeks mine look
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plead
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me
suspended
mine imagine
az the moon
mine see
the rotund
hiz derogatory
fist
mine purgatory
think
pop
Do not call me a freak
Loser nerd or even geek
You may think it's funny but
It's like you punched me in the gut
Words painful and very sharp
More hurtful every time you drop
Worse ones every time you speak
You really know how to leak
The most unkind damaging
Remarks that are vanishing
My self worth as I grieve
In sorrow - I believe
Your foul derogatory
Words and your not even sorry
That I cry and hang my head
Knowing everything you said
Hurts me to the very core
They are like a deadly claw
Leaving marks all over me
How can I just make you see
I am so much more than you
Are calling me, so get a clue
If you would just take a glance
Or give me a second chance
You will find I have lots
More inside me than the shots
You throw at me everyday
I am more in every way
My hearts been chopped, sliced and grated
By everybody who has hated
The way my life has been going
True feelings never showing
Hiding all the pain down deep
A happy smile tryna keep
Up the illusion it don't hurt
How I get treated like dirt
I can't help the way I am
Why can't others understand
I'm not a geek, loser or nerd
But my whole life I have heard
Remarks so derogatory
Take the time to know my story
Why I don't drink or do drugs
Then you'd change your words to hugs
Opening your heart and eyes
Finally you would realize
This little girl who raised herself
Without any kind of help
Is gonna stay drug free and clean
Alcohol will not be seen
In her body, I refuse
To be put through the abuse
Like other people from my past
Respecting myself and this task
decorated decoy Delaware defined
deep-sixed, deemphasized, double design
daring dubious decorum delightful definitive
dashing, dazzling, diddling diminutive
demolished, derogatory doll-like, defy
decayed, decomposed, decolorized, dubious decry
decoded, decrypted, deepened delegate
decolorized, décor, defined duly designate
discontinued, delighted Des Moines detective
declaring Delaware dappled, doggedly defective
dashing daydreaming decoy declaring delude
damaging, destructive, dizzy, debatable deluge
Intense emotions surged when justice sought
if I defended wrongful witness brought.
Then I was saved through Daniel; nearly caught.
Accused of sins absurd, derogatory words
from people’s tongues not curbed, but gossip which they heard.
Cupidity the driving force behind
the false accusers’ spiteful state of mind.
So rarely friends could then be found in kind.
The tides will ebb and flow as inner doubts still grow;
for balm of ocean’s throw thus right so many lows.
If seen at daily tasks, I’m never fraught.
I won’t let memories my love to curdle.
Some kindness helped recover peaceful find,
depend’n whichever way the wind should blow.
Visually impaired - I view the mirrors
The effect - I danced in life
Colors - Hues impressed my very soul
I became the artist -I painted
Love of life's beauty - realism indeed
Even the flower the challenge at most
Sanity within me as I push brush
Exerted up all night it takes a toll
Teachers- astounding bringing best
But yet I see the critique in me built
Esteem developed it is the roll
I too cultivate some derogatory weed
I paint views -. Opinions , it's a test
IQ in painting challenges the mind
Imagery I still see that prism of colors
Hues in front of me, yet still I find
That the warms and cools I stroke
Yet should I charcoal first too
The beloved conte then broke!!!
It shattered the mind - ideas now
In a bind......
Perfidious infamy
Designs derogatory
Promotion of anti-culture
Nomenclatural delinquency
Advance ultimate heresy
Sub-humanic conclave
Intentions for a world grave
Noisesome clutch of vultures.
©Joe Maverick 7-6-2022
Should I mind being old
Should I lie that I am old
Should I feel guilty that I am old
Should I hide because I am old
I am lucky that I am old
I am grateful that I am old
I won't lie that I am old
I feel proud that I am old
I AM OLD
WHY
Why if this *** woman
Writes a poem that contains the word OLD
Regarding a person who is OLD
Why is that degrading?
Or offensive in any way.
WHY
Why if I am a YOUNG woman
It is acceptable
Both are explanatory
Neither derogatory
What we once called a gypsy moth
Will get another name;
In caterpillar form, as well,
Its fate will be the same.
For “gypsy” is derogatory
And the name offends.
Political correctness means
That what is hurtful ends.
Old habits don’t die easy deaths
So many still will claim
That gypsy moths are being drawn
Like you-know-whats to flame.
She said maybe to so many things, I was not sure she had an opinion
But after awhile I realized she has an honorary degree in diplomacy
Always accepting, never judging
I had not found anyone else like this in the world yet
I was amazed and pleasantly surprised
She never put anyone down or used derogatory names
I wanted her to be the queen or the president,
but she was not excited about either
preferring to be a neighbor, friend, and nurturer instead.
Everyone has a given name,
that is certified and true.
That name belongs to no one else,
that name belongs to you!
It’s your official moniker!
When there’s a need for you to sign,
this is the name that you must use!
That’s the bottom line!
But, there’s other handles, you’ll acquire,
throughout your lifetime story.
Most are friendly nicknames,
and a few, derogatory!
So just sit back, relax, and reminisce,
when you’ve nothing else to do.
Recall the different names you’ve had,
there’s probably, more than just a few!
I’ve been called a gentleman,
which I always try to be.
Whether or not I qualify,
that decision, isn’t up to me!
The epithets I miss the most,
that I no longer hear,
are the ones my wife used on me,
like darling, love, and dear!
Uncle, grandpa, son, and brother,
are other titles that I’ve had!
But, the title that I treasure most,
is when my children, call me Dad!
Your name, of course, is what you’re called!
But it’s much, much more, by far!
So, don’t take your name for granted,
it’s a special part of who you are!
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