I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos
I was subjected to your derision
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss
Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance
My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched
An amazon no longer beats its drum
My buoyant nature now laden with coarsened shroud
Leaving a cardboard moon deprived of its shine
Stars like candles blown out one by one
No use waiting for the rising Sun
The end of world does come,
stopped spinning neath heavy ebon clouds
Expectations unreal
All zeal gone, listless is my spirit
along with my illumination
Now you see me
unmasked in raw anguish
I d
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jowls hang from endless
torment endured
like the drenched and cold, wounded hawk
taken flight, eagle-eyed, a warrioress
more determined and bold, traveling on
with unlimited range
and self-esteemed
This bird,
you
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A friend said, rather smugly,
you can't be "pretty ugly";
and where is the good,
and what is the likelihood
of one being "clearly misunderstood"?
An expression he's also dismissing
(or as kids say, "dissing"),
is so silly: "found missing".
And you can bet money
no one is "seriously funny".
Few people are ever cowed,
or have to get loud,
speaking to a "small crowd",
and (sorry if it's crass):
what exactly is "liquid gas"?
My keys are missing
and I find myself dissing
my ability to function
daily without mention
of my constant misplacement
of things I need-so I vent
in the form of a rhyme
that soothes me every time
The tortured mind 'tis that causes pain
Knowingly, to others with abandonment
Sticking out its venomous tongue again,
Dissing others, but to its own detriment.
It cannot seem to grasp the simple truth
The tortured mind 'tis that relishes pain,
Twists words into what’s foul and uncouth
Eschews responsibility, like clearly insane.
Becoming harder and harder to explain
Ranting and raving with vilest intent
The tortured mind 'tis that releases pain,
Until forcibly silenced it will not relent.
Seeks new faces, new victims to assault
But continues to sing an old, old refrain
Dares never to admit its own arrant fault
The tortured mind 'tis that pleasures pain.
Written August 30, 2022
[with slight change in the
repeated line throughout]
Three old crows were standing head-to-head
Conversing in the hallway between the classes
Wondering who they were dissing, with dread,
I knew fellow teachers they thought jacka**es,
And, occasionally, I had been on their hit list
Every workplace has a similar gossipy klatch
If they suddenly vanished, they’d not be missed
They liked nothing better than a pis*ing match.
I made a practice to stay clear of their clucking
I’ve never enjoyed putting other people down,
While some people enjoy what I call mucking
Their favored pastime, a proverbial knockdown.
I prefer spending my time building others up
Helping those out who are having a rough time,
Avoiding those who engage in childish trollop
While adhering to my chosen ethical paradigm.
Written July 5, 2022
The ugly American likes waving the flag.
And dissing what he doesn’t understand.
He’s scared of change and threatened by intelligence,
But says he’s only honoring his clan.
The ugly American can’t think for himself.
He follows the herd spreading rumors and fear.
He’s a self-taught gomer, and a sucker for conmen
Who always tell him what he's eager to hear.
The ugly American is an immature child.
He wants to live in the past as though those days were gold.
He’d have worshiped Father Coughlin, and Kingfish Huey Long.
Now he champions a modern demagogue.
The ugly American doesn’t need to rob banks,
Molest little children or murder his wife.
All he needs to do is keep his head in the sand
To see the consequences of an unenlightened life.
The ugly American never looks in the mirror.
He prides himself on honoring his roots.
If he saw his reflection, he’d be faced with the fact
That he's as useful now as worn-out cowboy boots.
The ugly American likes waving the flag,
And dissing what he doesn't understand.
What is gained by dissing the president?
Whose role is beyond your understanding
Since you know so little of the broad picture
Or, comprehend the crises he is handling.
Why do we blame any sitting president
For situations that are beyond his control
While guiding the enormous ship of state
Isn’t national security his ultimate goal?
How shameful to spread misconceptions
And make slanderous, personal remarks
Against our most important public servant
Just, I suppose, to set off some sparks.
Why try to destroy the public confidence
Questioning President Biden’s mental acuity,
Because he makes an understandable gaffe
Before banks of cameras on public TV?
Do you think you could do a better job?
Could you successfully steer the ship?
I wish we had known of your keen acumen
Perhaps, now, it is time you button your lip!
written December 12, 2021
Collateral Damage
Written: by Miracle Man
December 4, 2021
Hurtful words flow smoothly from many a tongue,
like honey from the hive, but with stings of bees.
Thinking once spoken, that our song has been sung,
we seek forgiveness and a chance to appease.
Words often injure others, unintended,
some take pride being an expert at dishing.
Giving little thought to those being offended,
and collateral damage comes, post dissing.
With past words viewed as "water under the bridge."
filled with remorse some lingering days are spent.
Too late we realize we cannot abridge,
we contemplate at last where a good friend, went.
peace of mind
peace of the peaces
i was looking for
i got named after that
my whole life got bore
now and then a question of reality
answers for thee self loosen ability
dark matters i chase i was with in
for the name tags of rent world pin
here and there, for all the Welfare
questing the mind if its all fair
in a world of if's hunting the barrier
every time i fall on my knees i look the upper
bigger than me, biggest of all
tomorrow in my head running for call
cut out the gut avoiding my fear
haunting dreams Disentangle them clear
here i sing the peace, collecting the pieces
artifact of them, my inner pleases
i draw pictures that made a man
dissing my desire for a longer run
peace for me, peace for you
lets hold all the pieces to hold on for clue.
on your way out shine no more feeling blue.
-----five minutes poem----
-----Ksanet Brhane----
It is not easy to take the high road
When you have been wronged,
Especially when it was deliberate,
A concerted effort to hurt you.
As a store manager my job was coveted
By many, but Susan tried the hardest
I even heard her on the telephone
Dissing me to our general manager.
Instead of firing her on the spot
Which I had enough evidence to do,
I talked to her about her behavior
And explained why it had to stop.
From then on, I bent over backwards
To help her achieve her very best
So, when I left the job for another
I recommended that she replace me
Learning basic ethics and respect
Made all the difference in the world
For Susan … and for me, as well.
SIXTH PLACE WINNER
written October 17, 2021
especially for "The High Road" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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maybe I'm a tree
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Astronaut Cat John is crazy he heard through the pipe.
He had no idea who was dissing him, but it sounded like a gripe.
He’s kind of handsome, another feline purred, she said it sweetly.
He would like to know who that was, he hoped it was Miss Sheetly.
Miss Sheetly became a member of the crew before they blasted off.
He was eager to know her better, she had no disease or cough.
Some idiots were hiding their ailments so they could take the ride.
They obviously cared nothing for the rest of the crew, clearly no pride.
Miss Sheetly is gorgeous, Cat John thought, and had a day dream.
He made her smile, laugh, and finally flat out love scream.
Could barely look at her when he saw her swish around the next day.
He found out the speaker had been Mrs. Rutherford, decrepit and gray.
Written By: D. Collins 12/9/20
You made your play, and I just played with it.
You booked a new stud, and dove deep, down in it.
You blocked me so I couldn't cock-block you.
You being the shot caller ain't no biggie, Boo.
You went in a direction that I could never go.
Knowing who you really are is really good to know.
I must say I don't feel what I once felt.
I'll come out a winner with any hand I'm dealt.
If dissing me somehow gives you strength.
Then, please play it out until the very end.
You wanted to step out to get your feet wet.
It ain't no biggie, Boo. Go ahead and be my guest.
I refuse to be abused, torn down, or broken.
Every time I look around new doors are opened.
It ain't no biggie, Boo. I will come out on top.
And, disprove I'm the man that you think I'm not.
This Christmas there'll be something missing
No mistletoe - there is no kissing
Cos covid nineteen
Is still on the scene
Social distance - there is no dissing!
12/12/20
Vandalizing History
A Miracle Man opinion
6/21/2020
Under social injustice, history is vandalized today,
what started out a peaceful protest, wound up an affray.
Many became vociferous in expressing some slighting,
now, seems no day passes without dissing or gaslighting.
The world is too loud and I need placid times,
but my thoughts are ambushed by protest and crimes.
While burning, and looting, history they replace,
bringing to their movement resentment and disgrace.
Today, segments of some cities are facing a coup,
there’s so much fake news, who knows what is true?
It’s cleverly reported inciting anger to peak,
tongues utter only what sinful hearts speak.
We witness flags ablaze and monuments torn down,
society as we knew it, has experienced a meltdown.
If revenge is payment for wrongs of some past day,
God has declared, “vengeance is mine; I will repay.”*
*Romans 12:19
“Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.”
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