A guy or gal rarely sees
poems lovelier than trees.
Before you hurl invective,
take a new perspective.
This poem, why not compare
to a cat that has no hair.
Ah, words, the lunacy of language
The cackling currency of the confused
Squandered in vain attempt at conversation
Words, the spit balls and snow balls of youth
Sharpened to become the epees of aging
Slashing thrusts rendering opponents silent
Daggers wielded swiftly in rhetorical deceit
Pretentious pandering of pointless swords
Dancing on the edge of a quiet moment
Words, guttural curses of hurled invective
Hard eyed tortured faces spewing city venom
Tone, tenor and force strangling logic and reason
Thus, do we share a common tongue
Yet cannot understand each other
For it is our hearts that define our words
Tyranny can start in innocous ways.' In nudges and flattery
Setting a stage.' It can be mocking.? And hectoring' quote
Morality with invective stings' its antidote i am considering? Which may well need to be a charge against
Its political wing.? With no further deliberation i advise..
Overwhelming assinine-ations.' A large dose of their own
Medicine.' Would clear up much; of the mess we are now in.'
Woke was ok..' Back in the day; before (fake-overs made) take overs, chasing any logic away!
John Cleese spoke my mind' realistic yet kind..He said he was not per'se un-woke up to a
Point.. Holy-smokes; I know there are differences in humans, (And the seasons) why push it
As an overbearing religion.? Over arching! not anomalous or objective, purveyour of much
Invective.' Give us liberty; and even-reason.) Ever ready to be tactile.' In this life; not without its Trials, I Wish all that here are reading.. The very best with your inferring, in your night
And in your daytime, look for the best..Just try to find time.'
Gregarious Giles gladly gathers garnish greens gentle Greta grows.
Haggard Harriet hardly has half her hoppity hare’s health habits.
"Injun" invective incenses indigenous individual.
Stalwart Artz Burkhardt, a tackler of problems, it was right At the heart.. Of how as a professional he did his work; luminary.'
In the face of an epidemic; He did not shirk.' He organised
Fifteen cadavers to autopsy and re-search, the result of injections he set to work.' He knew the innocent bodies could not lie.' Yet
As he began, the 'drainstream media' however gave a strong
Try.' His findings of vascular damage in at least fourteen.'
Was disparaged and derided..There was no appetite it seems.' To search for veracity, the science; real truth so it
Was not published.' The guy was cancelled forsooth.) Then
(There was the accident?) That robbed him of life.' Though
At 79 he was quite strong, thats not denied now the results
Of his findings he put down they are stored ' R F K if you Access them.' You can face down the hordes.' Coupled with
Data from registerd elmbalmers, it should frame.? A better
Case against the invective of those, who would you defame!
Archaic, outmoded,
‘gauche,’ obsolete
O, the invective employed
a lesser man would defeat
Yet unintimidated, he held his ground
for he knew his principle was sound
Adam viewed the fish, the animals, the birds
(paired up so nicely, he perceived)
Then, whoosh! out rushed his shocking words
'Please, for a partner with whom to conceive
I request MY complement, a lady named Eve'
Deforestation
Sore cosmos, maimed nature
Silently pouring irate invective
On myopic mortals
Without a lamp or vista
Beauty lost to the beast
Pristine lands, barren grounds
Green fields, brown meadows
Nature mislay, love lost
Man's gain, nature's pain
Buy the forest, sell it not
The Owl mourns its lost cottage
The Lion roars in disillusion
At the sight of its looted Kingdom
Elephants trumpet in hunger and anger
Loud wails echo in the animal kingdom
As humanity hails new conquest
Snow-covered oceans thawing
Seals, sore memories for Bears
The forest shaved bald
As the torrents become bold
Temperature soaring
Men rejoicing
In cathedrals without hues.
From Echoes from the Savannah © Makinde Adebayo Adeniyi, 2024
Peripheral vision lends its perspective
~ to quarrels' invective
Normal is normal - it is not abnormal
Right is not wrong - or logic is terminal
Subverting a culture of tolerances and reason,
All tyrannies threaten peace and stability.
Unreasonable tyrants from belligerent minorities
Menace tranquility with total hostility.
Up is not down - orange is not black
Air is not water - opinion is not fact
Using lies to spread a dangerous delusion,
With fascist hate speech - bully invective,
Political spin spreads fear and confusion;
Objective reporting is not politician subjective.
Telling a story is not - telling The Story
FIRE AND BRIMSTONE
Whitened collar, fixedly starched
To the ultimate limits of self-perfection,
Points righteous, crooked finger
At an open-mouthed assembly,
Crouching beneath thick-
Eyebrowed gaze of a dark
Frock-coated scarecrow.
His cackling voice emits
Hollowed-out squawks,
Casting lines of invective
Like steel confetti
Into the ironic celebration
Of a judgemental wedding
For outsiders, condemned
Beyond the pale.
Heaven is expunged by murkiest haze of hell,
Begrimed in dark, closed-off shades,
A treacherous welcome for
Those who smear themselves
With so much intrigued slime of purest evil,
Cloaked with superior innocence
For the delightful delectation
Of ascetic, hair-shirted fools.
"I wandered lonely as a cloud" -- William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a life
bereft of joy by reason’s cloud
to sling invective like a scythe
from perched on high, lofty and proud.
Naught from my lips but bile and scorn,
delight extinguished, long since shorn.
Imprisoned by my intellect,
I held my neighbor in disdain,
the simpletons who genuflect,
lift voice in praise to gods inane.
Devoid of purpose, meaningless,
inflicting pain, I caused distress.
Ensconced in fog, truth thus eludes,
for nothing blinds like one’s own will,
prolongs the moral turpitude,
bolstering self yet further still.
The darkness bears an evil grin,
a putrid corpse, lest dawn breaks in.
But worlds come crashing down, of course.
A penetrating shaft of light
that sears at first, causes remorse,
illumines one’s desperate plight.
A warmth then flushes on the face
by blood reborn, restored by grace.
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for the I Wandered Lonely as --- Challenge Poetry Contest
sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
written on 09/18/2022
When the wind shifts to the south,
When the leaves wither and die,
I begin upon my path again.
Once again.
When the air begins to bite,
When the skies are beryl-blue,
My mind begins to wander,
And I wonder.
When folk titivate their lawns,
After leaves fall like summer rain,
My introspective whimsy awakes at last;
I study myself again.
Year after year,
Time after time,
Without fail, my inquisition is roused,
And I see myself again,
Like through a crystal glass.
I can see myself.
Year after year,
Time after time,
I catch the psyche’s wind,
And drift despite invective,
Despite mawkish thoughts,
And drift despite.
A boy can dance
Boy can he dance
Can dance and sing
Dance free of string
Effortless float
Free like a note
Gain loft, soar swift
His feet adrift
Inspiration
Just elation
Kissing his true love.
Love by her spurned
Mocked, badly burned!
No other thing,
Other act brings
Predicament
Quite fiendish sent
Reverses love
Sensation of,
To feel rejection
Utter dejection
Vengence directed
Withering invective
Xyloid, woody,
Youthful feelings gone,
Zeal for love dare again spawn?
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for the Abecadarian Poem Poetry Contest
sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
written on 05/21/2022
I wrote the original, Reversal,
comprising just the 26 words in bold,
on 02/07/2022.
Even if she were a whore
With a visible moral sore:
The licentious from her jaw,
Largely The Deprived or poor,
A fool seeming to the core,
On all days A Bore
But broke A Toothless Law,
You mustn’t her on paper draw,
On her invective pour
Nor bang on her door…
These, a raising of dust and more,
For The Law silly defenses would floor.
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