Harangue Poems | Examples

MELIORISM

MELIORISM 
This world stings like the scorpion, 
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion, 
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon, 
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.

 And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security. 

The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains... 
Hardship is  loose and  unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths, 
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe  to my bitter whinge.

To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?

Premium Member What Is Woke

What Is Woke?
Miracle Man
3/13/2023

Say social awareness don’t give me “woke”,
I’m not impressed with one’s use of slang.
Perpetuating it’s use has made it a joke,
politicians use this word to deliver harangue. 

Some think it’s impressive spewing woke
and think that it makes them some big deal.
But they remain in my eyes a solitary spoke,
and a solitary spoke doesn’t make a wheel.


Premium Member Prediction

Prediction

                A perfect weather system heading our way  
                Heavy rain for twenty-hours will stay
                Ice and sleet will pass us by and hit the north
                Snowfall for some but we don't have a choice

Sounds
              Before the storm a silence and stillness, then
              Sighing of the pines will slowly begin
               Doves in their choir will fill the cold air
              Crows busy cawing out their warnings fair

Sights
              Gray sky seems to touch winter laden earth
              Bare limbed trees shiver, squirrels eat dearth  
              Swaying of the pines in cold, damp air
              Slight easterly breeze brings a different flare

Storm
             Storm arrives hours later with a bang
             Strong pouring rain, lightning and thunder harangue
             Sleepy Chihuahua awakes with fright
             Sleep eludes us most of the night

Premium Member Politics Today

party line harangue
crowd quashes opposition
free speech, not so much

Harangue Recipe

Preheat oven to extreme

beat whites with scream of anger
add cup of mixed nuts
when soft peaks develop, slowly add venom
when it is glossy, add ego, seethe for 20 minutes

Serving size: 1/2 of truth
Number of servings: millions


Premium Member News Fiasco Internationale

I looked in the paper, and guess what it said?
It read, "Panagiota is dead!
I quick turned on CNN.
News Alert! "Panagiota lost her head!"
Oh, I was more than mad!

So I went to Joe Scarborough on MSNBC.
He reported ever so gleefully..
"There is not,and never will a Panagiota be!

Don Lemon, Mr.Cool, just had a sip of water.
Then, burped and in a velvety, whisper uttered.
"Oh, Panagiota. Yes. She never mattered."

So why this rhyme, you ask? 
It's time for the media to take off their masks.
Show themselves for who they are, be given a 
check, shown the door and find other tasks.

I have never heard such lies from so many stations.
I can't stop the transfusion of lies drowning all the 
nations.

I just know there is a God, to answer to.
And I am glad I am not any of these manipulators.
Their day is coming my friend. They willingly forgot 
that God is bigger than any puny station.

And you bet, they will all have to pay one eternal due 
in a fiery end.
So be your own best friend.
Be a stand-up person.
There is no glory nor eternal joy in a harangue of baseless 
condemnations and allegations.


September 13. 2019

Once Tomorrow Is Gone

Will eternity have
  a yin and a yang

Will the forces that govern
  applaud and harangue

Will the blessings have value
  if damnation moves on

Will it all even matter
  —once tomorrow is gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

I Cannot Be Around You

I feel a chafing around you

With your coarse attitude

You're grotesque ego means nothing to me

You harangue in your hoarse tones

Anyone who you feel opposes you

I find you ignorant and arrogant in truth

Unctuous and obstreperous you be

Vacant of beauty manifesting all that's ugly

Yet through all of your toxicity

Know that I will be here for you

Should you seek to change your attitude

And discover your love and light

That resides deep inside of you

Beneath that darkness, anger and hate

And find the fortitude to eradicate

And wipe these negativities away.

Riding the 4

I’m riding the subway (the 4)
Where you never know what is in store.
	A character stood
	Ranting loudly he should
Have a seat, which I tried to ignore.

His ravings got louder until
Someone rose to accede to his will.
	Though he sat with a plop
	His harangue didn’t stop
And we passengers’d all had our fill.

But the woman who sat to his right
Started cursing with all of her might,
	Saying either he’d quit
	Or she’d have such a fit
That she’d slice him to bits in a fight.

A Samaritan did intercede
So we never saw anyone bleed.
	When the doors opened wide
	He stepped quickly outside
With the ranter, a very cool deed.

The female, though, kept up her shtick;
Her anger was what made her tick.
	I questioned the stars
	Thinking, with all these cars,
Why was this one the one I did pick?

Once the Future Is Gone

Will eternity have
  a Yin and a Yang

Will the forces that govern
  applaud and harangue

Will the blessings have value
  if darkness moves on

Will it all even matter
—once the future is gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

There Is a Dragon In My Garden

Carefully coiffuring the etiquette garden of the cascading words

Trimming the elegant exuberant plethora of stumbling somnolent leaves

Happened upon an opulent slithering serpent and some bees

Hiding within the myriad of sublime transcendent trees

Shrieking in a shrill voice a cacophony was heard

And the shunned godly creature

Slithered serenely from the place of my obstreperous yells

And the words fell back into a peaceful tranquility and tune

Excusing the moments as serendipitous and absurd

But was harangue for no reason except tales of Slew (Foot)

And went about my business without any further adieu




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@Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~

Visions Beyond the Horizon

Visions Beyond the Horizon

The doctor incised the umbilical cord, the nurse held him by heel,
They waited; the baby cried not; the nurse nudged and he giggled;
The baby giggled again; new mom laughed; doctors just haggled;
The new age baby breathed normal; ancient medic annals to heal

Had no entries; baby crying on first breath norm, they had a ***** feel;
Like POTUS, medics threw up arms, helpless to his tantrum.  Cuddled
By mom, he slept and giggled, never cried for milk. With heads muddled
They fiddled with the issue; he woke up giggling, laughing for family weal;
 
But it was strange, people thought it his harangue; he was deranged,
Some claimed. He crawled around sparring worries with laughing queries,
And it was strange, people thought. Their frowns chilled the entire loving bond,

And in expiation the mom showed the cradle, as they stood like dolls disarranged
In Walmart malls, waiting to be billed; the infant spoke, dispelling all their queries
And opened their minds; with closed eyes, they saw visions from horizons beyond!

So That's the Reason Why

Their population on the swell,
The local yokels just couldn't tell,
Why their isolated town called Bugaree,
Red dust and drought for all to see,
Was inundated by a city slicker hell.

You see,it was a radio man from 2CE 
Using language bordering on thuggery,
Delivered such a terrible harangue,
Abusing listeners when they rang,
Had told everyone to go to buggery.

This Torturous Life

THIS TORTUROUS LIFE

Is this life make-believe?

I cope not with the life struggles that beset me
For they are hell-bent on wrecking me 
Forever seeking me out 
They harangue most grievously 
Damaging me irrevocably

No one it seems can rescue me 
 
A wretched existence 
And a noose is this life to me 
All I know is woe 
And gnawing misery

How can I be strong
Without help to overcome 
Being me?

My wounds heal not 
For I pick them apart deliberately
I am accustomed to 
The pain of surviving
I am an almost empty shell 
Filled with vitriolic animosity 

When will I be set free
From abandoned hopes
And this darkness of despair?

Oh what a cruel joke
Is this existence that 
Vexes 
Antagonises 
And tortures me 

I continue existing from day to day
I feel like I might live to eternity
Something that is not good for me

I have survived this far 
But only barely
I am ungraciously unhappy
The grave is a place I would
Welcome gladly

I tangoed with the hammer 
That is life and lost
Deep scars I now parade  
From every blow
With an existence of pure misery

Frozen Out

Housemothers twain, swaddled in sorrel fur

And bustled skirts, walking ‘tween the parklands.

Brilliant cobalt sky, above cawing birds,

Who demand substance, with their harangue?

So the fostering queens proffer their alms.

 

The badelynge of ducks, on polished ice,

Lambently advance with feral affray.

As morsels of cardinal fare, entice.

The attending dames in their tender, urbane way,

Have rescued these birds from another wintry day.

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