Long Defame Poems
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Sunflower, accursed, to stand and stare,
And Clytie was her fair begotten name.
Cursed she was to gaze into the sun's glare.
Leucothea was Helios' lady fair,
A love fallen prey to jealousy's game.
Sunflower, accursed, to stand and stare.
Helios' love was lust she did declare,
Harlot - did Clytie Leucothea defame.
Cursed she was to gaze into the sun's glare.
Leucothea burned at a stake in a flare.
Clytie pined for Helios without shame.
Sunflower accursed to stand and stare.
Angered Helios at this state , unfair,
Turned her to flower - Helianthus fame .
Cursed she was to gaze into the sun's glare.
She stares at the sun with no one to care,
At night she weeps with her remorse laid bare.
Sunflower, accursed, to stand and stare,
Cursed she was to gaze into the sun's glare.
~16 Jun 2016~
Syllable count per line: 10 - checked via www.howmanysyllables.com.
When young my world through rose tint glasses seen;
my life was grand and to all problems blind;
the world was never seen as byzantine;
no diff’rence ever known in all mankind.
But as I aged I started seeing hate
by some toward the people not the same.
Yet did the Lord not everyone create?
Then why do some their neighbors still defame?
Now sixty years have passed since younger days,
and still with hatred there are those obsessed
who still continue neighbors to dispraise;
my heart is colored sad within my chest.
The moans still heard as whispers in the wind;
will mankind ever let their rage rescind?
December 2, 2018
The puppet masters plot and weave, when first they practice to deceive
From Bush to Bush the fire spreads, a wildfire born from the Great Beasts bed
Intent, creates a new Zeitgeist to spawn a child, an anti-Christ
The seed’s been sown in Satans name the purpose clear, to God defame
No deeds revealed in tabloid papers Kept hidden their iniquitous capers
They mock our angst with rabid glee and crown it, a conspiracy
A sick exposure of the fact, success repeats the Patriot Act
Cruel fate awaits a Christian race the journey’s set at the Devils pace
From Hitlers hands their fortunes fed, a Rotten Apple, spiders threads
A Presidency on the cards their chorus rings from Satans bards
Twin Towers fall to Evils gain, Nostradame marks an old quatrain
Noahide Laws infused in society, Bush’s claim to the Devils piety
The terror laid at Americas shore, Homeland Security at its core
Involve our sons in fore-planned wars fuel Bankers interests near and far
To reign with iniquitous intent, the rule of money, purity bent
A system born to grease the palms, of those who seek the Devils alms
Indigenous inequality, why share what they can take
The Devils hands laid idle, write the rules for them to make
They form their words in whispers, they speak with a forked tongue
The parchment fresh, the quill’s been bled, the trap it has been sprung
Your liberty’s been stolen, a subtly sanctioned sin
There is no war on terror, the terror lies within
No longer called a prisoner, Genevas cause is lost to law
Detainees they’ll term us to be a welcomed lawyers flaw
Witnessed by a vanquished people, an American constitution
Set forth in pious reverence, genocide its resolution
Rockefeller spilt the beans a farcical invention
RFID for you and me their ultimate intention
Not for the good of those concerned,
Though pay you will, you’re chaff to burn
A single cause a twisted communion
Creates a North American Union
Though history repeats itself, its Trump card clearly dealt
The final thrust, centurions spear exposed, our innards felt
A thunderous cloud, the storms approach, the hurricane it howls
Gods hand outstretched, His children freed, as Satan sadly scowls!
Shames and insecurities
they made a game of
siring the
generations of the world
The flaw in creation
where the need
to complicate is seen
as intriguing
Which the body of the wife
is not her's alone
neither is the body of the husband
then him stagnated shall be horned
a fault in his thought pattern
she stood to hear him
defame her by using
historical references to
describe women of a loose natu
she frowned then to curse him
feeble
making references
to his lack of concern for her
and the equivalent of either is
negative to both
that they are in verse
of the union of marriage or
in verse to the coupling
of people
Belting , breathing strong
allowing the air to move through you
making it clear and harmonious
yet they wish to lack concern in
there constant need for
others to interfere in there relationship
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A brave Man and Woman stood before milion to
ask for donations
to support the church of the Cuckolder's
they hired a Band and Orchestra and
got television time on four networks..
One woman was hear saying:
"when I saw; Twigg Whogah in the front
row I knew that
both Cuckolding and Cuckqueanry were a right on
discussion!"
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“We must respect women,”they wailed,
to not do so…beyond the pale!
now ‘trans’ is their new Holy Grail,
and all girls’ sports must include males.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
They lied and cheated, just to gloat,
had no care when they stole our votes,
to leech off us, live off the bloat,
and civil war darkens our hopes.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
They preached at us in the movies,
put tiny women in melees,
as if that’s something we’d believe,
they can’t even write good stories.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
They single out men to deride,
call us toxic, other such lies,
to brainwashed to ever realize
without men they’d not long survive.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
They censor those not on their page,
then preach that it’s a ‘better age,’
we should trust them, since they’re so sage,
but somehow don’t foresee our rage.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
Our families they do defame,
said mother/father, all the same,
then act shocked when children in pain
shot up a school, dope up their brains.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
They mock the mere idea of faith,
then worship at the church of race,
Dr. King would call this disgrace
that they judge by the shade of face.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
They think the world bow to their thoughts,
reality they’re never taught,
but life’s not an idea we’ve bought,
they live as a close-minded lot.
The woke are a joke, have no part of such folk.
There are lies we give and lies we take.
They are never forgotten, make no mistake.
Our earnings from those casting stones.
Cuts and bruises, more broken bones.
Truth's shield and sword, they both we own.
Only truth can stop, lies getting thrown.
They will cripple and crush your very soul.
Help stop the lies from being told.
The lies defame, and bring forth sorrow.
Their ghastly grip, do more than borrow.
The broth of lies will never end.
With sword and shield, may truth defend.
May truth avenge, all lies beware.
Does anybody really care?
*does anyone care poetry contest*
2-12-20
This poem is an abstract about addiction.
Now we are breathing and living here.
But anytime we have to quit this sphere,
So, have maximum control of life’s gear,
And to solid values, we must adhere.
Fill your heart with the elixir of love.
Champion the cause of peace as your vow.
Act in the Present and look up with hope,
For it’s the magic that fills up every cup.
Wipe a tear and bring some cheer,
That sure will leave you truly dear.
Make the weary feel that you care,
And lighten the burden that they bear.
A glow of warmth when borne on your face,
Adds so much more to your innate grace.
So light up your face with radiant smiles,
And let your laughter ring down the aisles.
Nothing lasts ever, it’s wise to learn.
So why go crazy for so much to earn?
Worldly gains may add up to your fame,
But such transient things, your soul may defame!
Happiness resides nowhere but inside.
Be vexed or relaxed is up to you to decide.
Turn the commonest fare in to a royal banquet.
And let little things bring joy and delight!
Rejoice in Life and Nature’s bounteous source.
Never let passing trifles be your course.
Humble yourself and kneel down to pray,
For it is God who shows us the way.
With all ills, it’s still a beauteous world.
Never ever see it as a desert bald!
Slow down your pace to look around,
And enjoy the marvels that surround!
Trijan refrain
Grief ascends on the rising moon
'neath frosted Winter skies
A lone wolf howls, wailing a rune
desperate for replies
Her mate has died, she must lament
beside him 'til last breath was spent
Parted in death
Parted in death
His body torn, tattered and rent
Grief ascsends on the rising moon
as thorns pricking my skin
There is sorrow in the wolf's tune
My emotions akin
To shadowed darkness we lay claim
Eyes cold without a spark or flame
Feeling such pain
Feeling such pain
Love, it's you I seek to defame
Grief ascends on the rising moon
Haunting my thoughts tonight
Who do I blame and dare impugn
with defiance and spite
I would caterwaul to the wind
if death's warrant I could rescind
His life restored
His life restored
No longer would I be chagrined
I often shrink back and lose my faith,
God’s love with abandon I crave and chase,
I have moved mountains with just a glimmer of hope,
I have enslaved nations and to children sold dope,
I am the salt of the earth and a scourge of mankind,
I strive with all that I am to dwell in Christ’s mind,
I am caught up in fear and many of its lies,
I intercede against the enemy so that all might rise,
I reflect Christ perfectly and defame his name,
I have the courage of David and bare Judas’ shame,
I have betrayed and been loyal,
I am Battered and bruised, triumphant and royal,
I have victimized others and acted in malice,
With many afflicted I have shared his love’s chalice,
I am divine and depraved,
I am soiled and saved,
I am a Christian, caught up in hypocrisy’s web,
And many to the light of love I have led,
I am a Christian and when my fullness is revealed,
You will see the lame walk, and the afflicted healed,
I am a Christian and though I don’t look it now,
One day you will see me and your heart will scream loud,
That you have seen God incarnate in all of her glory,
That you have seen a solution to this life’s worry,
That you have seen the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost too,
I am a Christian, I love Jesus, and so can you,
And together we will fall and together rise high,
To embrace our blessed savior in the cosmic sky.
I consider myself woke….to me…woke means love…
I wear the woke badge proudly…I slip love on like a glove.
To be woke is to believe that love can find its way
into the life of everyone on Earth…
whether straight, bi, transgender, lesbian…or gay.
To be woke is to believe love does not discriminate
whether one is male or female…young or old…overweight or thin…
Woke does not care what religion one believes or the color of their skin.
To be woke is to believe everyone is equal…
It understands everyone is our sister or our brother.
Woke means never putting any person higher or above another.
Woke teaches acceptance, hope and generosity
principles on which to live…
Woke believes it is not how much we can take from life…
but how much we give.
To be woke is to accept and welcome everyone with open arms…
To help everyone get ahead…
To ensure every person in the world is clothed and housed and fed.
Woke means understanding how most people in the world abhor war
and wold love for wars to cease…
It understands most mothers and fathers want their children
to live in a world of joy and peace.
To be woke is a wonderful feeling…as valuable as the most precious jewel
But lately some politicians and their followers use this word
to disparage, defame and ridicule.
And so I hope and pray…everybody who misconstrues woke this way
this feeling you will quell…
that you will wake up from the dark cloud that engulfs you…
and become woke as well.
And once you enter the cloud of wokeness…
from inside here you’ll see
woke is not only a beautiful thing
but a wonderful place to be.