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Written: September 16, 2023
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In the dilatory embrace of midnight dance,
Amid gloom and shadows, we bore a chance.
Akin to a pyre of passion, the tango did ignite,
As our souls entwined, an epic cosmic sight.
Crestfallen souls sought solace in rhythm dance.
Two forfeited souls decry their trance.
In the nebulous world of dreams,
Our love gleamed through moonbeams.
We wandered the night with each diaphanous stride.
Mist In a desultory ritual, we waltz by side and pride.
The midnight hour whispered secrets untold,
As the magic of the moment began to unfold.
Inveigled by the enchantment of the night,
Our bodies moved in wanton delight.
A collocation of our bodies, a harmonious blend,
Creating a symphony only love could intend.
In the inane ails of the world, we decry respite,
As the rhythm of the tango set our spirits alight.
But amid canorous sound and shimmering stars,
A chimera of doubt cast its shadowy scars.
Inhale life into our dance, we dared to believe,
Our passion is beyond what they perceive.
Akin to gossamer threads, delicate and fine,
Our love drew words across the cosmos, divine
The ruling of a raw sun born from our embrace,
Beshrew qualms, that love would never efface.
In the clangor of doubts and the caterwaul
Of skeptics who denigrate, we stood tall.
Our compassion was the most potent force,
Nurturing us through life's winding course.
With every haul, we scorned the night,
In a dance that shimmered with cosmic light.
Until the stars start to drip and gleam,
A canvas created, a passion supreme.
Words whispered softly, in the midnight air,
Blaring a love that was beyond compare.
This goes out to anyone who’s ever felt the hurt of being called a name.
The sting when someone uses a word meant to malign you…
meant to denigrate…besmirch…defame.
Sometimes their words are obvious:
You’re ugly, you’re worthless, you’re stupid, you’re fat….
Words like these are meant to belittle you…
You can’t get more obvious than that!
Sometimes their words are meant for more people than just you…
as, with a malicious and malevolent grin,
they use words to attack your nation, your religion, your gender
who you love…or the color of your skin.
Sometimes they’ll even take words of love
like woke, diversity, equality, and inclusion…words that truly make a country great
and by attaching their own false meaning…and saying them with contempt
turn words of love into words of hate.
Sometimes…and it’s hard to believe they do not find this odd…
they will even say their words of hate come directly from their God.
The paradox I see…when I stop to think this through…
is how once they say their ugly, hateful words…
their words fit them…not you.
I pray for the day they understand how, when it comes to beauty in the world,
they’re making a huge mistake…
how with every ugly word they utter…and uglier world they make.
For those of you on the receiving end of their ugly words…know this:
It is their hearts that are ugly…for it is our heart that holds the key
as we look out onto the world as to all the beauty we will see.
I am sad when people use hateful, ugly words to describe you…
but what makes me sadder by far…
is how their hearts won’t let hem see…just how beautiful you are.
(okay, yukon axe me whatsapp pinning,
though beep pre spired, cuz mess sigh key
threads experience didst rub burr raw
as if spun as a micro spindle.)
Woolworth (Penneys on
the Dollar Store) Sears electronic,
dynamic and atomic weight
cumulative decades of suppressed
crackle, snap,
and pop, triggering
psychotic sans tete a tete
legal tender visa vis
bit coin block
chain payback daily
quotidian fits and starts
trigger torrential spate
impinging ability to relish potential
existential joie de vivre
finding me (I rate)
analogous to suffocating
unbearable pressure, yours truly
doth eek quate
to Metallica Mega-death
accessing, hammering, and pinpointing
(excel lent lee powerfully)
every square inch
of mine pate
strewing, sparking fiery
fingerhut sized explosions,
and slamming incessant
psychological torture akin to
a pernicious hidebound mate
and as of this date
November 20th two thousand eight
scored entrenched occupation
of my fifty plus
shades of gray matter
becoming more agonizing of late,
where suicidal ideation,
where repressed self hate
sprung from cumulative
(albeit cloudy with
a chance of at least one
meatball i.e. me) psyche subject
to verbal whipping (yours truly),
the gloating mean
bullies didst denigrate,
without doubt half life of
Matthew Scott Harris
aint at all great,
yet to some degree, this saturated
scorpion poisoned, mauled
and jackknifed fate
in some measure
duet hoo war ton internalized
emotions griffins
hound, feast, and delight
(more so ravenously
throve) on Hawaii,
and seamy to Maui
didst successfully, (particularly
throughout earlier decades)
emasculate, under estimate,
now (in retrospect) execrate
at invisible monster
on par with beastie boy
Doctor Frankenstein didst create
only upon death doom
he part wretchedness
will hoop fully abate.
Extant autobiography devoid
of livingsocial, I berate
whatsapp pining now resultant
outcome coping poorly did create
courtesy, sans avast kindled
linkedin self denigrate
predicated series of unfortunate
events buzzfeeding ill fate
capital one after another pinterest
newpages writers block did generate
countless blank pages interspersed
with scrawled sentences untrained great
fully dreadful bully heavable
box scarred tortured letters humiliate
head arabesques twisted abc's...
...xyz's, a field day for graphoanalyst,
wrought cribbed hand did obviously illustrate
chicken scratch inferiority complex intimate
lee evinced worthlessness, intimidate
dead visibly withdrawn frightened
undersized lad meek nasality intonate
head out button nose invalidate
ding any professed parental love
adopted, believed, coaxed...
hermetically sealed inviolate
coda sustaining purposelessness
reinforced silence no matter irate,
when glared, jeered, mocked,...
defenseless scapegoat remained isolate
internalizing harassment groveling
bowed boy smarting as hectoring did lacerate
quotidian repeated bajillion times
hence, where death could liberate
academic, demonic, horrific struggle,
now unable to shuck off residual
emotional fallout thru poems literate
attempt to expunge counterproductive
thoughts smoldering like kindling
gray matter festered toxicity did marinate
skool of hard knocks did matriculate
pharmacological cornucopia doth mitigate
in tandem with therapy delivers soul asylum,
a theme yours truly often doth narrate.
LOVE DERAILED
Whose unscathed heart has dared to love,
for to love is to feel the pain.
Is it true love that hurts not the heart,
or just two passing trains?
In the best of times, dinner and wine,
when love feels like it shoud.
Dither and doubt linger about.
That dirt makes it hurt so good.
Love isn't fair, tis all but a dare,
arrogant, selfish, obtuse.
The winners gloat only in the grave
losers go back to the caboose.
Old lines and hard times denigrate the steel
making the cars woble and sway.
Even riding the smoothest rail,
clickety clack clickety clack, all day.
Left at the station, the end of the line,
Infatuation's purple heart.
The grotesque beauty of attraction
tis the angst of most great art.
When pain's embraced you've lost the race,
there is nothing left to see.
Bought and paid for, gelded and roped
like voluntary slavery.
If on romance you've take the chance,
I wish you the very best.
End of the line of the honeymoon train
It's all down hill for the rest.
The powers,
the powers 'that be'
wish to thank you
for your on-going servitude,
for your compliance,
conformity,
acquiescence,
gullibility,
subservience,
apathy,
disinterest,
inattention,
and your willful or blind ignorance.
We gratefully accept
your abject submission
as we strive to eradicate
all opposition
and discussion.
You are the very best of sheep,
the most loyal of lambs.
We applaud your
naiveté and lack of interest
in our secretive regime.
We keep your secrets
so you do not have to.
May you continue to serve us
as we
subject,
bamboozle,
hornswoggle,
flimflam,
demonize,
pander,
patronize,
denigrate,
dismiss,
disrespect,
defame.
derogate,
discount,
dishonor,
disparage,
vilify,
slander,
mislead,
misuse,
misdirect,
misinform,
malign,
smear,
conceal,
cover-up
and deceive you all.
The above organisation...Has a human story, one of way too many, hence they seek not
For glory.' Yet to overturn some statutory i'lls, kill laws that label; and denigrate living
Such gives me pause..And throws a chill'
Also a distorted lighting, of life stages eniugh to fill, me with the will.' To add my voice to Cindy, Taylor Jenkins mother who was robbed of her daughter by dry banal indifferent
legalitys, that by now; too many personalitys have smothered.' You might wish to join us from wherever is your
world.? Help raise a wave to sink deaths
Legal vessel that serves no good, may your
Voices loudly be heard.'
Owl..' Owl..? Dumpty had just turned back to resume speaking, yet when he looked the
bird was not to be seen Now where did that Owl go?? Then Dumpty looked down..!
there full stretch and upon its back lay the poor Owl..! What could he do..?? as he was
thinking just that thought he ran 3 times round the fallen Owls form in sheer panic..!
then out of the corner of his eye; he saw the dish..! Water he thought! and grabbed the dish..' then just to be on the safe side he picked up the spoon,! he rushed over to an old
wooden pail and dipped the dish under the water. he ran back and threw it onto the Owl it
took seven attempts before the Owl suddenly shook its head and staggered onto its feet
steady on dear Owl said Dumpty as it swayed on the spot..' Oh said the Owl how awful..'
( a square word ) Its no good at all, Excuse me but would you mind if I help you to sit
on that low branch over there,,' Dumpty said He guided the owl across and it sat down
ruffling its feathers.! Do you mind dear Owl if I make so bold in asking, what Egg-sactly
is a (square word?) It is a most uncouth array of words, that humans use to denigrate others
said the Owl..' Its not a thing nursery rhyme characters should even know of; they cheapen
peoples understanding of each other Dumpty, Oh what a terrible pass we have come to..!
( square words ) Oh how much damage they can cause..! And what a wrong thing to do to
link it to the sweet brave cat...' why he even travelled to London to see the Queen and they
still know him by that name there now, as a matter of fact I'll bet they still have a chair with
his name on it..' this will not do I shall fight to have his name recognised as it always has been
and he is certainly not a has been..! It is his by former precedent; as in (pussesion) is 9 tenths
of the law..!
Copyright Joe Maverick Poetry 2014
This is my creed
It’s what I believe,
That we are not meant
To hate or deceive,
We all share a human face
United in a state of grace,
No one is better,
And none has the right,
To denigrate life
Or give up the fight
To cherish and value
The love that unites,
Value the broken,
Those without hope.
The mother with nothing
Who struggles to cope.
Beggars sleeping in cardboard beds
Clothes and dreams torn to shreds
The widow crying “ what’s it all about ? “
A TV, a sofa and bottle of stout ?”
Can’t you feel the pain ?
Or hear the sad refrain
Of the lonely crying out
Crushed by suffering and doubt ?
Longing for communication,
This forgotten generation.
Don’t accept it, punch the air
Bury apathy, resurrect CARE
For we are all connected
We are not meant to be alone
We bleed, we cry, we ache, we long
For LOVE to bring us home....
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)