To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)
(Apropos Of Self-Reparation)
It has been said that we must love others
As we love ourselves, loving each other
As does the Author of love in loving us all:-
(Thus, be food for thought if hungry)
Dwelling in the court of the inner sanctum
Of contemplation,
Sage mind of jurisprudence charged my poor soul
With abject neglect;
Not of cherished others, but of myself: collectively,
I and I:-
(Thus be the entanglement of love of mind and heart)
Am I forced to take the fifth, lest I incriminate myself?
Subjecting the heart to become a pawn to the mind’s jury:-
For so long—innocently—I’ve been guilty of backward-love;
Self-love collecting filthy invisible dust on the shelves of my heart:-
(In self-trial: The mind, the jury; Awareness, the loving judge)
It has been said that we must love others
As we love ourselves; loving each other
As does the Author of love in loving us all:-
(Thus be food for thought if hungry)
Dwelling in the court of the inner sanctum
Of contemplation,
Sage mind of jurisprudence charged my poor soul
With abject neglect;
Not of cherished others, but of myself: collectively,
Me and I:-
(Thus be the entanglement of love of mind and heart)
Am I forced to take the fifth, lest I self incriminate myself;
Subjecting the heart to become a pawn to the mind’s jury?
For so long—innocently—I’ve been guilty of backward love;
Self-love collecting filthy invisible dust on shelves of my heart:-
(In self-trial: The mind, the jury; Awareness, the loving judge)
Fortune Cookies
Sing every day and chase the mean blues away
the way I sing, the blues won’t be going too far.
Experience is the best teacher
obviously, I never listened to my teachers.
You will be happy with your spouse
I refuse to answer on the grounds that it may incriminate me.
Eat chocolate to have a sweeter life
and gain about a hundred pounds doing so.
Dance as if no one is watching
I plan to do that as I have two left feet.
Things usually do not happen overnight. It takes time and hard work
well, I guess nothing will ever happen for me.
You will receive money from an unexpected source
unless I have a rich relative I don’t know about, it ain’t gonna happen.
Move in the direction of your dreams
what happens if they turn out to be nightmares?
Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest,
It has been my experience that a good deed never goes unpunished!
Your ability to juggle many tasks will take you far.
Well, I have never could juggle.
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
The king announced he might abdicate,
but first his enemies he would castigate.
He thought slowly and did concentrate
before he sought them to intimidate.
His comely wife he did adulate.
He did not wish to deprecate
her reputation so he did hesitate,
himself or her, to incriminate.
She had no thought to duplicate,
no desire at all to replicate
and he was willing to extricate
himself from the desire to procreate.
His enemies ready to infiltrate,
he sought the wisdom to meditate
on how he might obdurate
and keep his kingdom inviolate.
~ A Passover Tale ~
Four cups of wine
They say I must drink
I’m getting too old for this
Don't you think...
But I psyched myself up
and drank the first cup
The room didn’t spin
I thought I might win…
Then came a second cup
and later a third
I glanced at my son
He looked like a bird…
Came time for cup the fourth
but I took the fifth
So as not to incriminate myself ~
converted to Buddhism forthwith...
Now if ever there was a faerie
tale, this one is it
I had better stop here
‘fore' that wine drowns my wit
My husband acted like a complete jerk
had countless affairs with women at work
He wore spray on jeans which fit so tight
and aftershave called ‘Tonight’s the night’
I knew for sure that things weren’t right
as he’d hide his cell phone from my sight
I’d opened one of his credit card bills
he’d purchased boxes of Viagra pills!
Guess he used them with that busty floozy
the office temp, I think her name’s Suzie
One thing’s for certain, I have learned
hell hath no fury like a woman spurned
So I carefully plotted to get my revenge
and lure him in a ice tunnel at Stonehenge
Ice stalactites hung low from the ceiling
a brisk blow to his head left him reeling
With a stiletto sharp icicle I pierced his chest
as the ice melted, I knew there’d be no arrest
As there’s no evidence left to incriminate me
Yes, I’d got away with his murder … scot-free!
It was the perfect crime I’d expertly planned
I'm sure any scorned woman would understand!
N/a in Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest judged 2/12/21
Submitted to NA Poem From a February 2021 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
01/26/21
Gervi Guinea Pig's arrogance preceded him into every room.
He thought he was the utmost most of every meeting Zoom.
He was arrogant and pompous, thought he was too handsome to die
I rolled my eyes, as his nose walked by, always enormously high
Some tried to get me to say what I thought of this guinea pig.
But I did not think it was any of their business, especially Walter Mig.
Walter wanted me to incriminate myself, but I closed my mouth instead.
Confidentially, I thought Gervi Guinea Pig had a gigantic head.
Cabal’s Cantankerous Carnival
Carefully they plot the final climax before midnight falls at summer tides
Anticipate what is brewing in the potty vessel of self-righteous ritual
Bellow the fire smack lips full of distasteful belief in merits of power
Add aroma with relish spice up grubby gruel grab ingest and deliver
Lust for confluence of mouth-watering dishes served with a price
Surrender humanity on their quest for more greed more consumption
Clearly man must eat and woman must feed gobble up nourishment
Altars stand tall but Lucifer serves no reminder of Satan’s crooked flesh
Resolution and resilience to international cuisine quite a chart on the menu
No mind is an island but with the right spoon they rule currents and water
Incriminate ingredients when the chief potboiler stirs oil limbo and stench
‘Virtue’ they shout ‘Pursuit of Happy Homicide’ ‘Survival of Fattest Egos’ Might'
A potent mixture emerges when eye balls turn jelly when brains overcook
Let us consider whether gluttonous carnage remains cannibalism at heart
29th 06 2018
Woe to you Lust
Nemesis of men whose conscience you manipulate and ensnare
Reducing their pituitary gland to impotent dust
Singing their future and dignity with no iota of care
To plunge King David to his downfall
Steal from King Solomon wisdom
Hurtling mighty Samson into a spectacular free fall
And modern midgets you ensnare in Sodom
Bereft of the moral compass
Drifting in the wind like a vagabond
Who at the slightest glance at a skirt the fallen midget makes a pass
As from matrimonial home besotted midgets abscond
Squandering family jewel
Splurging to delight jezebels
With purloined family crown
Which in pitiful submission fools at the sound of Hell’s bells
Turn into automatons
You manipulate pulling strings left
Then right as the fallen midgets give up bliss batons
To sink into your theft cleft
Where midgets rot wondering how they came
To Charybdis and Scylla
Filled with shame and blame to their disgraced name in a sordid game
Where they emerge thinner and taller
In sin standards
Where their cubits and fathoms pale into insignificance
As bliss bards
Wave them away to self incriminate at the tomb of impertinence.
I seal a kiss of blessings away from traitors
away from judgmental people and haters.
I am weary of reading and listening
to people using their pen to cripple, bringing
pain and suffering to other living souls.
I ask what their goal is to cast hot coals.
The vengeful dishonesty to incriminate
just makes us accumulate and abominate
the actions of the judgmental people and haters.
That is no way to behave, like mud swamp gators
because it seems to be conveyed that way.
Stop and surrender your brawling and say, "Nay!"
Back off! No more! Stay away!
11/8/2017
Don’t get down because of haters hating,
use it as motivation to shove your success in their face.
Don't look at them
try not to hear
close your eyes
there's nothing to fear
they require you hurt
incite your cry
spit wicked phrases
lie after lie
what purpose
no gain
shallow hearts
do the same
cold laughs
hateful words
mocking tones
brazen nerves
feeling weary
no worries
you know what to do
point fingers and accuse
instigate
create guilt
provoke distaste
incriminate
twist the truth
attack beliefs
undermine reason
try and decieve
simple minds
viscious approach
insolent notions
must be a joke
there's no remedy
a point to amend
why bother fitting in
with imaginary friends
Tighten the Tongue
James: Chapter 3.
Seems like tongues these days
Are errors from all their ways
Not deserving praise.
Due to tainted tongue
Many hands we will have wrung
Sad songs also sung.
Tongue terror was full
Not only that bunch of bull
Stubborn as a mule.
Our tongues tried to tame
Not give others all the blame
To us will do same.
Why incriminate
With tongue we should always wait
Also hesitate.
With tongue tell the truth
While never being uncouth
Had been in our youth.
We humiliate
With tongue is a common trait
Will have to sedate.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Her heart is located in every part of her being
and bones, calcified with the vitamins of meekness.
Peace begins and ends her collection of any intention
and her reaction, irrespective of situation
always avoids its rights of being thorough.
Softer than a hot dough, and more flexible than a rubber band
even in the midst of hungry chewers
and the threat from playful band stretchers
she holds strong to the emblem of her personality
putting the eyes of calm in a shock dilation
to the awe of her tolerance and irritability.
If nations were like her, humanity would have no scar
her deeds incarcerate pride and incriminate greed
with an intuition structured by static trees
beside a slow moving river
enveloped by the faint whistling of happy resting birds.
The healthy mystery of such an existence
adds royalty to the privilege of being human
because she gets hurts
only when the devil himself directly strikes
with the mercenaries of hell yet unknown to possible actuality.
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