Some years ago I met a young lady
Looked unhappy, a definite maybe
I also found her pretty ugly too
Never smiled or interacted with you.
One day came modification in her
She chatted and laughed as never before
With a glow in her eyes, a smile mile wide
And a happiness she just could not hide.
The reason for the turnaround I found
She’d been alike a prisoner, housebound
On edge, just in case her shackler appeared
She’d come to find sense and run from her fears.
So I had clearly misunderstood her
Which taught me a lesson that I deserved
Never to judge anyone on their looks
One doesn’t foresee who’s on tenterhooks.
The young lady’s fabulous, honestly
It shows how disfiguring fear can be
Happiness is the ruby in one’s crown
Especially to a girl around town.
Categories:
disfiguring, character, friend,
Form: Rhyme
Does it Matter?
Does it matter today
If a cross stood high
On a hill
Two thousand years ago?
Does it matter today
If there
A man hung dying
In company with criminals?
To most,
Long years have faded fact
To history books
To lie like fragile threads
In ancient tapestries,
A mingled pattern
Of some fertile tale
Construed to build a church
On empty gullibility.
Self-freed,
Our media age
Needs no such creed,
No faith,
No God to reckon with,
No concept of beyond
To analyse and capture
By some smart device.
Our media age,
Itself held captive
On those screens of imagery,
Projecting violence
On a fragile world,
Disfiguring,
Slow-motioning to death
In the focus of a godless dream.
But a vacant cross
Still stands,
Calling lost sinners
To a life in glory!
Categories:
disfiguring, bible, blessing, christian, god,
Form: Free verse
Our love is like a tumor;
It grows and grows and grows,
And that can be so wonderful,
unless it’s on your nose.
Our love is like a tumor;
It makes me want to shout,
But after six months, baby,
It’s time to cut it out.
Our love is like a tumor;
It started out with ease,
But now it feels a lot more like
A terminal disease.
Our love is like a tumor:
A surging love, so great.
But it’s become disfiguring;
It’s time to radiate.
Categories:
disfiguring, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Shut eyelids in duty-filled rooms
Instant graveyards make of busy offices:
A longing for robots to take over the brooms
Or complete the suspended notices!
Eyes are closed by wage-earners,
In their old jobs seeming accursed learners:
What, if their superiors’ sneaking visits happen?
Nearly all confidential files riskily open!
The secretaries’ bulging documents are sorting themselves out
And the bursting queues outside can’t repress a shout
Soon, angrily punching the air
Because the whole after is unfair
But only disfiguring the wind, not their problems
Staring back at the Christians and not sparing the Moslems.
They are all in there eyes courting deceiving dreams
And three or four waiters are about to beget a frightening crowd.
The sleepers’ snores betraying Satan’s hymns,
Gradually authority acquiring, progressively loud.
Sleeping on duty is detected,
When silence still answers the affected
Long after the bell for attention has been pressed
For the taker of neglectful rest.
Categories:
disfiguring, work,
Form: Rhyme
Like the rapist
and the molester,
a nose-cutter with
chilling impulses
emerges from
mind’s murky nook.
He always drops
atrocities
in his wife-bin.
Male chauvinism
creates a
concentration camp
in her kitchen
and bed-room.
He’s her gadget
producing
hypertension.
Her nose ring
is not
merely a metal,
but a
charm-multiplier.
Alas!
Teeth of his machete
take off the tip
of her nose,
demanding
the dowry due,
disfiguring…
Red woman sap
oozes,
staining...
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
disfiguring, life,
Form: Free verse
There is an ambiance about you.
A sadness but a rarity
Wish I could individualize you...
Impart..
Define you...
I anticipate obliging you.
Caressing your bruises
Running my fingertips across your disfiguring tenement.
Telling you it'll be OK.
Even thought it wont.
I still wanted you to know
You're beautiful.
Categories:
disfiguring, dark, death, deep,
Form: Free verse
TORNADO SEASON
storms
of spring
happening
disfiguring
squalls
~
flash
of light
reveals plight
roar of thunder
quick
~
hiss
of train
the cyclone
slithers like a
snake
4/4/2017
Brian Strand’s Standard Contest
Lanterne Form
Categories:
disfiguring, weather,
Form: Lanterne
Whose “image and likeness”
I ache as my spirit recoils, denies
the truth of what we have become.
…in his image and likeness..
surely there could not be
a “god” so disfigured, so ugly
as to hate its offspring,
send assassins into our midst,
fill our “prayers” with doubt and distress
sicken our spirits with the apathy of acquiescence,
abandon us to our acceptance of evil.
I grieve all death as it depletes
the fullness of our entwined spirits
drains the sap from our tree of life
denies a never formed branch existence
depletes the chorus of its fullness.
I weep in sorrow for the body of man
bleeding slowly from self inflicted wounds
blinded by the horror that it sees
unable to fulfill life’s simplest need
consumed with petty enmity and hate
children the sacrificial lambs of fate.
I am angry with this “disfiguring” god
enraged that he would tar us with this brush
paint caricatures of our souls
default dominion - this worlds debauchery.
I am appalled that men can do to men
such that the soul would favor hell
over living in the squalor of despair
seeking mercy from a god who’s disappeared.
John G. Lawless
6/19/2015
Categories:
disfiguring, anger, hate, religion, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
I scratch at my rib cage
Nails clawing at my skin
As if I could scrape away
The extra weight I feel I've gained
It's like the devil's inside of me
He's disfiguring my bones
I fall to my aching knees
God make him leave me alone
Trapped inside my eyes I'm screaming
The numbers on my scale are screeching
Their maniacal laughter devours my dreams
Someone save me I'm afraid to sleep
-ARI
Categories:
disfiguring, abuse, angst, anxiety, dark,
Form: Rhyme
Mirrors surround me
I see myself there
A disfigured face
And body within
All aligned so wrong
I dislike the look
That's in the mirrors
It's horror filled
And disgusting view
I want to throw rocks
At the silver lined
False display mirrors
Imaging hatred
Corrupted terror
Displaying so wrong
Hoping that someone
Would come on along
And purposefully
Break the old mirrors
To rid of horror
And the disfiguring
It displays sadly
May I never see
The mirrors that's here
Surrounding me now
Russell Sivey
Categories:
disfiguring, life,
Form: Verse
The name,
went begging to yield.
Dispute was becoming a point of disorder.
A fire on ice, I was burning inside.
Unabated, the storm
was raging in bush. The candor was lost.
We were drying up in shade. One eccentric
nerve poison was spreading.
We will forego, the face
and wear masks to hide our swollen lips
and private chastity. A hairless
loathing is born.
Unless you are a condemned shadow,
the portrait will stand in a corner
for an unwritten crime, disfiguring
the moon of tomorrow.
Satish Verma
Categories:
disfiguring, art
Form: I do not know?
Lost in emotions
Two souls approaching new path
Bitterness adorned
Forgetting love, possibly they shared.
Reasoning on the fights, they had bared.
Manly disfiguring blow.
So possible you know.
Now departing, both no longer paired.
Marriages four, divorced three times now in this life of mine.
If another comes my way, next lover shall be a glass of wine..
For
Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet
Contest Name ~DIVORCE CLUB~
Categories:
disfiguring, family, funny, husband, introspection,
Form: I do not know?
Drowning in disgrace
Shame faced
Denying Christ again & again
Falling into sin
Carried by the wind
I send the pain below
Deep down into the undergrowth.
Like a moth attracted to a flame
Lame, I'm mangled with regret
I forfeit the race to become a mace
Disfiguring my face
I stand disgraced
Longing for a place
Finding God in my brokenness.
Categories:
disfiguring, allegory
Form: I do not know?
My heart broken
Sliced
Cut
So deeply
Tiny incisions
They hurt the most
Paper cuts
Thinly
The pain lasts longer that way
The loss I feel
Seeping out in the quiet of the harrowing nights
You break your heart everyday
The moment you wake up
And live without her
Now from inside
It does it of its own free will
My heart is crying
Dying
Disfiguring
Disforming
Birth cord cut like at birth
My Mum died...
Categories:
disfiguring, deathheart, heart, mum,
Form: I do not know?
Three thousand ginger bread cookies
On a purple path to shade
Twisted Time Diagonally
Elusively Disfiguring Reality
Green was Blue
Blue was Happy
Happy was Sneezy
And the other Six dwarves
never showed
They didn't believe in fairy tales
Time jumped out the window
To see if it could fly
And found out literarily
That Time does not fly
It Bends and Twists,
Manipulates
Sometimes it even Backflips
But Time is different for everyone
"We see what we want to see,"
Time whispers in my ear.
"I see a girl in a coconut bra," I say.
"She's not ready to see you yet," says Time.
"But Why?" I ask.
"The answer will not make you any happier."
Time insists.
"No question or answer ever will."
For some reason
I trust Time's transdimensional perspective
"Then can we stay in this moment forever?"
I ask Time.
"We only believe what we want to believe,"
Time says before Nature and Gravity right Themselves
Causing Motion and Misery and Noise
to hurl itself back into my lap
I hear the clock ticking
And cannot believe that
for one moment
Time stopped
By: Joseph DeMarco
Categories:
disfiguring, philosophytime, time, perspective,
Form: I do not know?
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