Long Deformity Poems

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Premium Member PITY FOR A POOR SOUL

I am saddened, I am grieved
That you’ve become so sick, so diseased
Turning from God, the Light, unsaved
Criminal heart, morally depraved.
Be gone, out of my sight, away,
“I recognize you not”, I say

Oh what sadness, Oh what grief
What emptiness, a tortured thief
Made to kill by monstruous evil
Unaware accomplice of the devil?

I am saddened, I am grieved
To see your soul in Hell unrelieved.
What a pity, poverty of soul
Unknowingly malignant, wickedly unfit?
Tricks of mind, distorted reason
To gain advantage for your infantile delusion.

Masked as simple, meek and mild
Below a raging mad mind, a bad child.
I have nothing more to say or do
Flee from me, I want nothing more of you.

You are not of me, we cannot meet
Our paths are moving along a different street
The schedules we have, our plans, our guide
Are all of a different kind, of a different size.
Our hearts are beating beats of a different beat

Farewell my empty crafty entwining creature.
I see deformity in your every singular feature
The only hope for you is a divine miracle,
But that requires an open heart humble, plain and simple.

That requires God and Christ
Which you refused, I attempted twice.
So finally, I say, be gone from me
You are repelled, refused, incurable malignancy.
Form: Rhyme


Necessity Is the Mother of Invention

Necessity is the mother of invention

Leave us to our creativeness
Cos our necessity 
Is our drive 

We he nothing to lose 

Yes nothingness means 
Something 
Were necessity is obvious

So leave us to our creativeness
Cos is obvious you can save 
Us from our foolishness 


Our deformity 
Was from your failures

And now your lack of 
Leadership is obvious
To the world 

So leave us to our creativeness
Let our time be the beginning
Of a chance of our old 
Era 

Our necessity is obvious
To the world 
So leave us alone 
We are  pregnant for an invention
From the womb of the necessity
Your impregnated through your 
Failed leadership
Form: Epic

Apology To the Truth

Apology to the truth 
On behave of the world
I here by apologized
On behave of every human
To the truth 
We are so sorry 
We were blind to you 
Gift to the world 
We were far from you 
Cos your opposite 
Was our choice 
We prefer it colours 
And made it so great 
In our world 
So sad we never realise
Your great benefit
The few that did 
Are called crazy 
In a dying world 


Apology to the truth 
On behave of the world 
Am saying sorry to the truth
Cos we abuse her nature 
We have cased here far 
From our presence
No wonder our lips are full
Of deceit
We are so terrible to life 
And the only source 
Of our redemption
We throw it far from 
Our homes 


Apology to the truth 
On behave of the new generation
I pure my heart to their life growth 
Especially spiritually
Please don't be blind 
To this present era
Life ahead of our time 
Teach us but leave our deformity
We are running with out 
No curse 
Chasing after the wind 
When life is sure 
And the only sure source 
Is only but the truth 
Yet in our era 
It is a crime 
So on behave of all 
Mankind I tender an 
Apology to the truth
Form: Epic

Premium Member Blind Eyes

I at times in moment of quiet reflection consider it unfortunate the scars so deeply carved across my heart and soul which take on no outward appearance, for though wounded there is no evidence to the world of these pains which have been suffered. Pains of loss, born through the awakening from flowered dreams of innocence and lies of eternal bliss. 
The question drifts through my searching mind as lone cloud in an otherwise empty sky: 
“Is it best this scar be concealed under the vail of summer cap or perhaps winter cloak  ....?”

Though the damage real and infirmity limiting there is no outward sign to others this suffering which is mine. No walk of altered gait, no deformity, no call of recognition which might bring moment of understanding and therefore mercy from those who would see it in their passing.   

But the scars of a broken heart do not call out making themselves apparent..... and the world takes no heed of that which cannot be seen through blind eyes.

Just getting started

Just getting started 
Who left the lion free cos
God took away my sorrows 
Now I bounce back 
The love is obvious 
The feeling is clear
My heart is open 
Forward ever 
My soul is willing 
Their is no holiday for a poet 
Everyday is an inspiration 
The energy never mute 
Either do my frequency die 
One thing eternal is life
This is not a lie 
So be alive yes live 
This has always Been my message 
I curse no soul except  that against 
Humanity 
That against my right to exist and 
Cohabitate as a proper human 
The world is ment for all 
Not for a few 
So cast me not away so quickly 
Cos no deformity can challenge nature 
And this is the greatest remedy to
Our dear Mother Earth 
I will keep wailing 
I will never stop writing till 
I rest my case.
Form: Epic


Premium Member Self Conscious

Loosing the will to live, 
It’s all vicarious anyway,
There must be more to life,
Than the pretence of everyday.

Turns out you got a raw deal,
That was not there yesterday,
Bad luck meant it wasn’t to be,
Nascent beauty was taken away,

Your resulting life is one big lie,
The truth won’t help it go way,
You have to see it through for now,
Vicarious in nature, one must stay. 

So why the hell are you hiding,
Thats what others want to say,
Initially got dealt a good hand, 
But now must cheat to play?

If the mark of Cain comes upon you,
Remains indelibly on display,
All will recognize the humiliation,
Of deformity you carry today.

When anxious look more hideous,
Idiots laugh, at a grotesque array,
Not wanting to get mocked or pilloried,
Vicarious life, that’s the price we pay.
Form: Couplet

To Love No More

I lifted you into my heart
But one arm was missing
As single wing and one handed
I carried you inside
All the while, you pointing at 
My lost absent limb…
You told me you’d love me
If I could find that one misplaced part
The part that would then
Make me whole
I looked into tomorrow
And searched through the past
But my arm had reached out
For something beyond my ability to see
I could still feel the numbing sensation
Of pain
Where the arm had previously
Been attached
The vibration of loss
Now prosthetic for all that was severed
You pitied my deformity as I hid
My eyes
As best I could with only one hand
Telling me the fault was mine
For always reaching beyond what I
Could know or see…
And with your final stroke of malice
You left me further disabled
Climbing back outside a wish I knew
Was never to be mine…
When you left you found the old world
Different than the one you thought you knew
A desert of frozen stone with a black sky now 
Surrounded the stillness of your abandoned love…
As you hesitated to turn around and
Reenter my world
The one that just a moment ago you had
Admonished and left for good
A lone arm reached out and closed the door
Behind you
Leaving you abandoned in a sea of loneliness
And despair
  —to love no more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
Dedicated To Lisa Wynn in the next AOP.

Is Not a Movie Is Reality

s not a movie is reality
Life looks so horror
This days our realities
Bitters
It outcome bleed tears
It not on our favour 
The people keep feeling
The heat of deformity
It no longer a joke 
What you see nowadays 
Is our shameful reality 
Is not a movie

Is not a movie is reality
Sitting at home 
In front of the screen 
You can watch the evils 
Befalling the world
Right now in our era 
We progress from war 
To war 
Troubles to troubles
Crys to Cry's 
We never grow better 
And now we fear to watch 
The screen 
Cos what you see in the 
 Media is no joke 
That is our obvious reality
Is not a movie is reality

Is not a movie 
Check out the real situation
In the world
Then you see why I must 
Write my poems 
From the soul 
The world need no 
Fantasies
We are old enough to
Live in harmony
We are not meant to 
Be a horror full generation
Is sad the events befalling
In the world
We are to be blamed
Form: Epic

Premium Member Don't Ever Give Up On Me

Dear Mommy and Daddy, where did you go?
Why didn’t you take me home after I was born?
Was it because the doctor said that I’d be slow?
Or was it because you saw that I was deformed?

I was so excited that the day had finally come
To see you both in person and in the flesh.
But, now I lay here feeling heartbroke and lonesome.
After nine months of waiting, I can’t believe you left.

You waited for less than a year for me to arrive.
I waited in the dark for my entire life.
From the day that I was conceived, I felt so alive.
But, discarding me cut my heart like a knife.

I graduated top of my class and got my degree.
I have a loving family and a wonderful life.
I have not been hindered once by my deformity,
And I own my own business with my loving wife.

So, you see, Mommy and Daddy, I turned out alright.
This whole story is what my life ahead can be.
Here I come, into the unknown world of light.
Please, Mommy and Daddy, don’t ever give up on me.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Richard The Third

Have you ever seen the satanic snake?
A fierce cheetah hunting with no mistake
A bloodthirsty wolf in the black sheep's clothes
How would it be if you find all in close?

Richard the third, the most villainous Duke
Known as a treacherous and selfish kook
Holds the status of the Duke of Gloucester
A saboteur, schemes as an imposter

Possess an ugly build with a hunchback
Hides his flaws as a professional flack
Feels menial for his deformity
Handles things with extreme enormity

A power monger and it's very clear
Cares not even to kill his near and dear
Strategically waits for chance and grabs
With his honeyed words, he always backstabs

By hook or by crook, wants to seize the throne
Cheats Lady Anne with his convincing tone
Spreads rumours to showcase the heirs unfit
Executes those who thwart with his outwit

When the battle at Bosworth in full swing
Stanley takes a U-turn and quits the ring
Unhorsed Richard cries out losing the source
'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse"

A ruthless tyrant with no repentance
For him, there isn't any moral sentence
The Bard's 'wicked uncle' gets the title role
Invites the crowds' interest on the whole
Form: Rhyme

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