Long Berated Poems
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Elemental formulations of healing for the soul
Consequential co-ordinations as we resist growing old
Monumental calculations from a mind in the scientific cold
Fundamental indignation from a heritage that has been cheaply sold
Inspiration from an underground rebellion against corruption
Congregations gathering peacefully while they plan the next outrageous eruption
Elevations of encouragement reserved for the next humble induction
Consternations of conscience as they deliberate the latest disruption
Elated Birthrights of grace that alleviate the suffering of man
Conflated sights of misplaced rights that insight the oppressed to take a stand
Berated knights of armies that fight for the underprivileged lands
Outdated insights from the furtherest from right that cannot reach out to take their neighbours hand
Sorrow amidst the grieving leaves of the oldest oak lined tree
Tomorrow rids the meaning of the boldest manoeuvre to be free
Borrow a reference from those streaming the coldest point of view even though they cannot see
Chateaux of Buddhist Mist resists those seeming as though they understand what it means to just “be”
Retrospective Franz Kafka, Kubrick and Van Gogh are turning in their respective artistic graves
Genuflective baroque bursts out in the streets and illuminates the belligerent and brave
My perspective resists the twists in the narrative that perpetuate the misrepresentation of knowledge in this dying age
Defective subjectives invoke word detectives as contradictions alleviate words from a sage
Retreating from gender and bigotry , racism, discrimination and persecution
Completing a consulate meeting while avoiding contamination of your verbal elocution
Deleting the render of fascism, recrimination and avoiding electrocution
Competing the bender of catachlysm while intimidation forces an absolution
Give peace a chance while you look at him askance and allow a new world to now form
Live through this strange dance while the privilege prance and the poor remain utterly forlorn
Forgive the wanton violent stance of those who are existing war torn
Outlive the demise of the good in disguise as a baby cries after being born
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Take no shock as we quiver in such trembling
As blood hunting critters, applaud our woeful quivering
By fiendish fireworks and guns souls bleed
All for a dotty tenet; an eerie greed
To gratify such unwholesome belief
Hence, stir souls dispatch; re-occurring grief.
When honey becomes unsavory and peace sees her demise
When bereft of hope, that no sermon sufficed
In berated fierce, we charged our chief lord
upon their terror obliterating our hopes,with its ravaging flood.
Bewildering! Their schemes, somewhat startling
From northerly point, our walls are falling
With tears and death breaking brittle bones
Upon the spear of torture, we depart our homes
By their nefarious ambition, our faith abates
As rainbow wanes, abattoirs grew in rates
Nowhere on earth is safe, not even this cave
Their onslaughts drenched our being, so to early tomb our dreams we gave.
They invade our land in hellish rage
With countless ruins, blood curdling carnage
So upon the rumbling rise of these evil hermits
The inferno of gruesome war we shall inhabit
If our chief security compromises our safety upon death threat
Then all out, we shall fight even with chocked breath
To the chief lord, anticipate the imminent fall of Niger wall
The bridge built by ancient sweat will crush by internal brawl
We shan’t in feeble courage watch our brothers’ burn like grass
Nor shall we crave another dirge upon uncouth arson that claimed a mass.
Tell them and their Godfathers ’’in-quote’’
When we invade their land; to ashes we shall swerve their worth
If their fierce is dreary, then our fierce is fierce
their soulless souls shall our ravenous swords pierce
let them retreat, and relinquish these gory riots
Else we assail their land with our chariots
Then Niger shall know the words of war
These daemons shall we damage, with their pious hearts and furs
But to curb this imminent war, shall he rise
To nail their souls on the path of demise
Then by their own hands shall they shed their blood
Restless! Their wailing spirit shall have no abode
Else we by their blood bind them,
tonight shall be the last for our nations anthem.
Scarcely are men born
from wombs comfort torn
Cast upon a raging sea
Made up from his family tree
A road bound for unhappiness
Interlaced with varied bliss
taught at time when he is young
to sharpen up his wagging tongue
Should he ever learn to share
He is also taught beware
Hopefully he'll become wise
before he learns to value lies
They'll be schooled in selfishness
Hold to views that they express
Inoculated with this seed
this propagated gardens breed
Still there is some chosen fruit
Chanced to thrive within this shoot
Whose inclination is educated
For their innocence are berated
Highly prized a virtueous treasure
a value difficult to measure
Illumination that they give
Make it worthwhile even to live
and for us when life has ended
we've soared to heaven and hell decended
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Cold in crone collision?
Collusion, choke the core.
Doubtless, my derision!
Just listen to me snore!
Nothingness, the sacred!
O life, flicker and fall!
Berated? Death, doom, and dread!
Red bleed, one and all!
Children, collapse! Cave in, O hope!
Dreams, just fly away!
Tormented lament, thy dope!
Rope tie round decay!
Ice, freeze o'er! O empire, burn!
Ocean, take the lot!
Temper-fount a-taciturn!
Tamarind, a thought:
Folly, my love! O lights, glow low!
Luminesce and die!
Hawk and dove and God? Oh no!
Hear my battle-cry!
Frenzy, strike out! Sulphur, smolder!
Like the way we were?
God of death and left a cur?
Reality, purr...
O tempest, flash! Rain, in torrent!
Storm, ignite! Flood, come!
O Queen Dido, thy lament?
Wargods, thrum! For some...
A cavalryman's day was guided by a series of bugle calls,
The dulcet tones reverberating within the palisade walls.
Wanting to hurl a boot at the bugler for "Reveille" at dawn,
Instead he stumbled from his cot at "Assemble" on the lawn.
Before he had breakfast, the horses must be tended to,
So "Stable Call" was sounded to assemble a working crew.
"Breakfast Call" invited him for coffee, bread and bacon.
"Sick Call" was announced ere daily tasks were undertaken.
"Fatigue Call" called for troops to "police" the parade ground trim,
Then, at "Guard Mount" assignments were made at old sarge's whim.
The dreaded "Drill Call" meant many weary hours in the saddle,
As sergeants berated recruits, trying to keep them astraddle!
At last, "Dinner Call" for a repast of pork bellies and beans,
Then "Water Call" to water the horses and fill empty canteens.
Later called to quarters to ready for "Assemble For Dress Parade,"
They paraded their steeds, in uniform with gleaming saber blade!"
"Supper Call" sounded meaning more pork bellies and beans.
After "Roll Call" they entertained themselves by any means.
After the sun slowly descended in the vast reaches of the west,
Plaintive "Taps" closed the day, bringing to them welcome rest!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Once upon a time holly loosely based
upon a true story
There was a man who shall be called
Lord Mountbatten / Battenberg
A true Hero in every sense of the word
Or so we all we're and have been told
1 part German somewhat British like
his father before him
Who now looking back upon reflection
truth now be eventually able to be told
The fact's don't seem to bare out
what we were in fact told to believe
and make of him
Because what he in fact seemed to
be was this
A man who rose to the lofty position
of Admiral despite the fact he crashed
3 ship's and cost countless lives
Who ingratiated himself through any
means into the grace's of the upper
echolocation of royalty and polite
society in order to service his agenda
Who resided over partition which the
losses and aftermath are still being
counted till today
Orchestrated the introduction and
marriage of his nephew Phillip to
Queen Elizabeth
And dropped his lifelong childhood
friend the King in waiting for his
brother when he abdicated
In retrospect not fit to even be granted
so much as an audience in or with
such company in fact sullies their good
name and reputation
Unlike a man who through his deed's and
actions saved 2 million plus lives and
shortened the war by breaking the Enigma
code
Who unlike him was not repaid with
numerous honours and titles bestowed
on him in recognition of his contribution
But instead was chemically castrated
berated and worst of all suffered the
indignation of being hidden and wiped
from history altogether
At least now it's finally left up for prosperity
and history to decide with all the facts placed
clearly clarified on display
Who is fit to be called a Hero King
in all but Reginal name
They sat and they stared straight ahead
Absorbing each word that I said
Angelic and silent, no whispered abuse
No Alpha I felt I should dread
The lunch bell was rung and their heads turned as one
But then they just sat there and waited
They only arose when my lecture was done
Were they something that science created
I said they could go and wouldn't you know
It was like they shared one single mind
They left, single file, they were quiet, they were slow
After lunch… who knew what I might find
*
After lunch, I felt queasy, why was I uneasy
Why did just one wear a grin that was cheesy
This leader stood proud with no need to confer
He blinked and each one said, “Good afternoon, Sir.”
I’d left the door open but somehow it slammed
Was I trapped in this room with these kids of the damned
Their eyes focused on me; I needed to pray
Then, as one, they muttered, “Is Sir okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said, as their glare started to burn
Then one said, “We’re eager to learn.”
And, with that, they picked up their ballpoints and sat
As if to say, “That, Sir… is that.”
Their minds were receptive, they learned super fast
They answered my questions before they were asked
I soon understood; it was easy to see
That each of these kids knew a lot more than me
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
“And don’t you forget it,” a nagging voice said
“Don’t you go sleeping on duty,” it said.
Turned out the voice was the voice of the head
Who, with his point made… then rapidly fled
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I woke to a very familiar scene
So many delinquents where nightmares had been
Chairs were in flight and one kid ate the chalk
The one with the knee on his neck tried to talk
Young Summer Rogers whose skirt was cut high
Tried to allure me with glimpses of thigh
And Billy was telling his gang a lewd joke
While sat on his desk and enjoying a smoke
Tracy had one lad’s tongue right down her throat
Teddy was leaping on desks like a goat
Wade was still trying to lose his virginity
By grabbing at girls within close proximity
But these are my kids who I’ve often berated
And some Victor Frankenstein had incubated
But I knew I’d nevermore let my mind roam
I smiled to myself… cos I felt right at home.
Emancipation From The Afterthought
Fastidious Faustian bargains that never seem to cease
Delirious young drug addicts who never seem to sleep
Insidious theories of conspiracy
about the recently deceased
Deciduous canopies of melancholy that fade by finding time for peace
Berated by the belligerence of a youthful propagandist
Conflated schools of the illiterate surrounded by a contrabandist
Sedated fools sit in their indifference as people suffer without bandwidth
Translated by the considerate thoughts elevated by the grandest
Monumental obstacles overcome through resilient defiance
Experimental genetic strands expand the reach of science
Temperamental mathematical minds define the times without reliance
Non judgemental psychologists are inclined to embracing the latest neuroscience
Calculations of misfortunes are inevitable in many a tragic instance encountering truth
Palpitations of a heart that’s retrospectively regretting its misspent youth
Amalgamations of the studious kinds forgetting to eschew the intellectually uncouth
Configurations of the coping masses mis-gendering the proof
Opinions always rife and flawed expressed without thought for feeling
Dominions of the highest energetic scores enforce and leave me reeling
Minions of a military force are subjugated without healing
While self opinion rules the internet I stand bereft and look back up toward the ceiling
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. — Paulo Coelho
When first I'd peered into his dark brooding eyes
there was an undercurrent, fathoms deep pulling me in.
It was sensual tension, the kind a woman never forgets.
A storm brewed inside of me and each time we met
I feared lightning had struck— a bolt to my heart.
His touch seared my thoughts with a burning flame
but I cared not that it might lead to my demise—
I submitted to my desires and he to his, without regret.
To have denied it would have destroyed us.
He was never mine for the taking
but it mattered not when he drew near.
It was only for him that my heart ached.
We shared a passion, unrestrained— untamed.
We loved with wild abandon,
and in his arms, there was nothing I need fear.
I denied the shame I should have felt
but I was not going to be berated by anyone
or anything. A passion like ours had to be satisfied.
A bond from which we never wanted to be freed.
There was always lightning between us.
Thunder roared in my head with each deepened kiss.
I heard it in his breathless sighs against my ear—
felt it when his fingertips danced across my skin.
I murmured against his stubbled cheek
of a hunger I'd never had sated—
a thirst I'd never thought to slake.
It was a serenade of lovers that we sang together
as if each time was a renewal, an awakening of Spring.
Love was always like a torrid storm at his side,
We floated on waves higher than at flood tide,
crashed in its ebb when desire was fulfilled.
Uninhibited, he sought my lips, and we feasted
without need or want for anything more.
Time rushed through our months together,
years as if they were grains spilled in an hourglass.
The feast is still as sweet, the passion as strong.
If we're wrong to feel the tethering we share—
neither of us care, for we will not be deprived
the love we savor with wild abandon
nor the silent whispers to each other's hearts.
I danced around the circle how graceless i am
The tones i used to sing was no longer mine
Food id like to eat turned bitter in time
I looked at the mirror the face is not mine
How cruel the world so clueless no sign
Pieces by pieces will i ever redesign
I feign day by day that everything is fine
Love i once held was now undefined
The tramp, loafer, bummer all in one
Whatever you call the name is one sound
Pond of lust and laughter and fun
You may win the game but your cloud has no sun
My eyes are bleeding in pain and on fire
Indomitable anger so hard to respire
Look at me now how you made me desire
Exhausted, berated, Please condole by my side
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