The leaders of some countries
lie and deny the genocide
perpetrated by their military
despite the evidence being bona fide
yet those disliked
they don't even know
but want to annihilate
as a dangerous foe
unfortunately it shows
when he goes on the warpath
with ethnic cleansing
it's only the victims who take a bath
Ever wonder if rats
Wonder about
Why they are so disliked
Or why we care
Where the rain falls
In Spain
Pondered questions
Such as
How many….
Of anything
Are in the jar
Answer is always
……All of them
Ever wander
Into a conversation
….Unprepared
Shuffle through
The yellowed pages
Of a younger poets
…………dreams
Madame sun has always had a bit of a crush on the moon
They see each other from afar daily, and of course, sometimes on zoom
the moon is conflicted as to whether it will work out
Go for it! Yells the star named Dave, who loves to shout.
But what if we can never fully together truly be?
The moon is practical, and has the wisdom of at least twenty-three
Madame Sun is nurturing, she is worth the trouble says the star.
If you do not go for her, I will, and I have a car.
This irritated the moon because he always wanted to have a car.
He had never liked Dave, but now he disliked him by far.
If Dave liked Madame sun, he would go after her now for sure.
Madame sun paid off Dave, a loyal sidekick for sure.
she lived in a world of lopsided pinks, yellows and purples
he favored tans, grays, blacks and crisp clean white
they disliked each other the first few times they met
their encounters were as catastrophic as a natural disaster
This changed when they were stuck in an elevator together
It happened at 5:47 p.m. on a Friday night in 1979.
They were the only two in there – chameleon and analytic.
This was before cell phones, and the elevator phone was broken.
At first, they were silent, not paying attention to each other.
But she is a Gemini, and Gemini loves to talk and listen.
She coaxed information out of this set-in-his-ways Libra.
Their friends said it would never last.
They are still married forty-six years later
The apostle Luke speaks of a friend who visits his neighbor, asking for three loaves of bread so he can offer the breaking of bread and other sustenance with his unexpected late-night visitor. It becomes a duality newly purposed upon the neighbor who disliked the 12th-hour disturbance at the door; he bade him to leave, but the persistent act went on until the neighbor relented and gave his visitor what was asked.
The irritable spirit failed in its task of non-compliance, and now the act of the hour was not the original sin, upon the unexpected, the visitor, and the neighbor, as righteousness of giving knows not the hour and should not be held accountable by it. The act of doing the righteous thing was through persistence, lest admitted failure descend upon neighbors for an unknown time, but do right, and there will be peace and harmony for all.
Social media has transformed how people communicate and interact globally, fostering connectivity and collaboration~ Why is it we can’t honor, respect, or be kind without cruelty in the mix?—Poet
• increases the fear of missing out
• leads doubt and unhealthy comparisons
• creates unrealistic expectations
• causes isolation
• triggers dopamine addiction
• anxiety and low self-esteem
Don’t throw it all away~ Moderation is key!
liked or disliked dissed
gone girl/boys are eternal~
an S O S missed
Alfred and the wilderness
Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells, he is not my father
and I went for a walk across a chlorophyll-filled field.
Alfred, who is a musician and never ventures out in the landscape
saw some grazing sheep and wondered if they were dangerous,
No, I said they are sheep and born friendly
as God created them, to this, Alfred called me a crypto-Christian.
A little Lamb came up to my father, it was so sweet,
as only a lamb can be, he lifted it up, which the ewe disliked,
and it butted him in the rear.
Alfred was shocked, got up, and demanded that I bring him to safety
in the nearest town; never trust animals, they are all out
to get us, he said while limping to safer ground.
I am a decrepit, I'll tell you why
Even though telling you will make me cry
My world has been turned around, upside down
And I've developed an eternal frown.
I've tried to be helpful all of my life
Now, sadly I have to think more than twice
I've been backstabbed and I'm truly forlorn
If only I could have been told, for-warned.
My life means nothing to me anymore
Happiness and joy has flown from my door
I won’t help anyone else, as before
Only my hubby, the one I adore.
Here I sit wondering how to go on
Will I be disliked now, by everyone
Can one's joy of living ever come back
After they have been verbally attacked.
The hurt I feel is driving me insane
It will never happen ever again
I'll hide away, keeping me to myself
I hope the backstabber's proud of herself.
* * *
I don’t tell you what I think
What drives me mad and to the brink:
Annoying people, noise and trash
And total strangers who are brash
Gold-digging women, joke that’s bad
And lack of money, latest fad
The losing team, increase in tolls
Plan for the country full of holes
Inflation, markets, kids who’re rude
My job is where I’m being screwed
Potholes, education boards
Retirement I’m looking towards
Newspaper nonsense, fish I lost
And life’s increasing daily cost
Gen X, Gen Y, Gen Z et al
And daily traffic brought to crawl
Fake news, my weight and balding spot
Disliked Netflix with stupid plot
It’s Russia, China, Arabs, war
And whining how things were before
About borders, crime and health
The envy of somebody’s wealth
Oh, fancy meals with crazy tags
The marriage path that zigs and zags
The dog that barks and price of bread
And something CNN have said
Racism, politician’s crap
Them modern cars are total scrap
It’s rain, snow, tornado, ice
Long lines for phone with highest price
You don’t need me tell these things
Where Facebook, YouTube, X are kings
May 29, 2025
I once disliked poetry worse than math
going back further – than taking a bath
Shelley was for sissies and so was Blake
reading their verse was a king-size headache
But then along came Eldridge Cleaver, a real man’s man
his poetry faced down ‘whitey’ and the Ku Klux Klan
Poems came alive for me then, I read Castro and Che
Lenin and Stalin, Ayn Rand and Zane Zen
So now you know why I’m a big poetry guy
I can write about why civilization deserves to die
~ and no one ever asks why
I remember that little girl who never doubted what others said
I remember that little girl who believed that everyone was her friend
I remember her
I admire her
She was so innocent and had such a pure heart
She would cry when she realized not everyone was going to like her
I miss her
She trusted so blindly
She looked at life as her oyster and only saw good in the world
What a innocent pure little soul she was
Everything about her was so innocent and full of love
I miss the innocent me
I miss the girl who didn’t have to look over her shoulders because she was inexperienced to life
Life has changed me and I’m not who I used to be
I couldn’t care less if everyone disliked me
I can’t trust you because my experiences in life has taught me that I can’t
That little girl had her heads in the clouds and it was a great place to be
To the little girl I use to be
The innocent version of me
I guess I’ll only see you in my dreams
He had Aspergers
Low functioning socially
Did age make him odd
Spoke in monotone
Constant annoying babble
This was nothing new
Disliked by many
Starting in kindergarten
Age did not change him
He never had friends
His name was Leeland Townsend
People ran from him
He hid his Draconian side from her
She was a Pollyanna, her heart pure
Her family disliked him immediately
His serpent-like qualities most of them could see
He whisked her away, out of town and state.
Chastised and chided her if she was missing or late
She had to give away her family and friends.
No one ever knew when or where her journey ends.
PRAY
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MY LORD
MY LORD ..
GOD loves you non stop
By day .. By night
In sleep or wake
By walk or carriage
In defence or peace
By stay or wander
In broad daylight
Or in vast night
HE holds you tight
On courage or fright
Hated and disliked
Remember this brace
GOD loves you non stop
Day and night
On trial
Pray away dismay
When trodden down
To fail and founder
In trouble or
In tranquil
When pain is great
Say Psalm 23
Pray
The Lord is my shepherd
GOD loves you non stop.
Pray ..
I in either
Derelict or despair
The prayer repairs me.
GOD..
Wonderful name to say
In prayer
O..
My LORD,
My LORD.
Desiree Dissention disliked dishonest disorderly Denise
Discontented Destiny discounted Desiree’s dislike of Denise
Diabolical Denise displayed despotic disapproval of Desi
Desiree and Destiny’s discord disgusted Desi and Denise
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