Long Denigration Poems
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Strange sedition stealthy sets
cloaked in artificial greening phiz
some by prejudice inquiring,
“Where are you from”?
others in feigning frame avoiding,
finding paths away from you,
Though harmless your looks.
There be those secluding,
choosing space dodging.
deliberate speed the drama,
of Conceited Bias unspoken,
The loss of childhood innocence,
Deprivation infinite,
miscarriages of Justice,
preferential treatments innumerable,
spites and Obvious denigration,
strange glare on nature's kiln,
The sun made me shine little mind,
I don't envy You in this cold.
The spite, multitudinous,
The Jeers, unprovoked contumely,
At work,
The Bus,
the Malls,
The elevator,
the peevish looks,
uncertain repudiations,
Even in Church secluded,
The brief suspense at the “sacred” ground
Exclusivity,
We see it, watching in silence.
Some time too Obvious,
Unspoken Nepotism,
“We first”, You Last or voided.
The denigrating use of “Minority or Others”
As though the described are less human,
I am African, NOT "minority" or "others"
we know these sieving schemes.
In civility we ignore,
A better knowledge Leads
This dying carcass a mere container,
We are not inferior,
we are not a threat,
We are beautiful ,
We observe,
We lough at these ,
And when the manacles of Justice is snapped by the creator of colors
then shall you know,
We are all sojourners here.
Don't give a jot or
A sod this lot
On your tod..just nod
Seedier greedier leaders
Stun..Shun the Needier
Not just down trodden
Sodden...run roughshod
Beseech each of those clowns..down
In the dumps chumps who chose
Plumps for stealthy
Leeches who teaches
Fools at our schools
Only the wealthy can stay healthy
No education for the nation
Uses...abuses..eschews..media issues..then sues
Argy bargy - sarky malarkey ensues
Bemuses readers…forsake news as fake
It's a Maga Saga ruse for f**ks sake
No immigration...deplore integration
To restore order…close the border
Hardcore race riot diet of denigration
Likes 60's generation segregation
Damnation not salvation..just devastation
Where are you going to direct me if I'm not with you?
What I fear is the root of my most profound agony.
I'm scared as I'm always compelled to pursue.
I've run out of excuses to be emotional and scary.
And on the mantel, candles have been set to provide shade.
Overcast our movements with an unfathomable shade of darkness
Despite my distress and stiffness, I chose to stay with you, not fade.
I cherished the eternal depths of your being a lover and kindness.
The throb continues to pound me, and my heart continues to race.
When we're not together, I feel an emptiness in my heart.
My wish is that we should have parted way before we embrace.
It's been ages since I've felt this thoughtful zest.
The utter denigration of memories
To find an aspiration where none is apparent.
Several moral tales emerge from exploited reveries.
My merit is similar to that of a sacrificial victim pigeon, errant.
Any rose petals could have fallen to the floor in that corner.
Spread similar to a river, elaborate on flows.
Giggles are alive and well, bringing some much-needed light warner.
Rather than flowers, thorns sprouted from the rose.
My heart was tearing itself apart as I screamed in agony.
In my heart, there is no longer space for anything but suffering.
There is no way for you to return to your set point of insanity.
You'd been waiting in line for too long hovering.
My pet bird took off into the trees.
I'm sick of seeing me having to leave.
It's the only thing that's obvious; a vulnerability exposed by the breeze.
Although the pain is momentary, it takes years to evolve.
I crave the contentment and peace you are lacking.
Do you prefer what I imply? Nothing specific you aim to?"
I'm not sure I trust what you're saying.
Not much is left in my body except bones and your fluency too.
All that remains are these revolting, dirty, sickening tremors in my limbs.
I can't even evolve any closer because I'm trapped in the past.
Every day is a hollow one for me; you can only satisfy my whims.
It's impossible to ignore you because you're so lovely ever to last.
Allowing you to suffer has made my life grumpy.
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Written April 23, 2021
Depression takes on many forms,
including thoughts of suicide.
And it can leave you battling a multitude
of sad, self-demeaning emotions:
that fester away
in the back of your mind.
Somehow, your soul has temporarily lost its way:
and you wander, unquestioningly,
through a minefield of self-destructive thoughts.
But both impulsive and nonretractable,
suicide is never the answer to any problem.
An internal denigration of one's self-worth:
fuels feelings that manifest as acid tears,
dissolving dreams and unfulfilled wishes.
And you seek refuge
from the anxiety of life's compromises:
pondering peace, within eternal sleep.
But you'll die, without ever having truly lived.
And like Shylock, Death will claim its pound of flesh
from those who love you, and always will.
You feel trapped in a nightmare, with no way out:
but give yourself time; if nothing else,
Human beings are resilient:
and change is inevitable.
Dan was such an ardent fan of schwab and scoros
With such evil plans, he toadied up this man from
Wang' As we call Wangeratta.) for he didn't give a damn' his pebble specs were
Focused on, the denigration of Victorians.' In his own real dirty
Plans, almost two years he weilded terror, all trust he would
Destroy, i would cringe were I related.' What thoughts would have
The mother? I really wonder? Of her boy.? He resigned his
Seat, quite dirty now; another takes it on' maybe just as
Evil' A w e f moron? After said retirement he thought to take
Up golf.? But they rejcted him at Mornington, said he's really as bad
As rolf
Not a man..' In the way of honourable' i suppose is what is meant
All of his attributes?? Are what others might call bent?
Portslade club, you've done us proud may Australians all stand
Straight! And applaud you loud and strong, granted grace i hope
To come, and wish all well in verse and song.' You truly are my mates'
Now Dan the dil.? I rate him low, Pentridge being' too good for him to go
A hole in one, one mile below and i'll dig that. And by hand I trow' Its the
Place where he should go, you dirty crook minded ham, no act no
Words, will ever take away, the shame, you ladled on..The ones that
Gave you chance, to show your attributes?? And was that wrong??
Its good your gone, you brought me tears I felt much shame I hate
The whisper of your name, Koby Dimond is light years ahead, you evil Scum; to me you're dead.' For all The hurts you heaped on others,
May you rot away ( you wrongo ) lover! forever; with all the other sick
Misinfo Shovers.!
What sets one above the pack;
the throng, the herd the mob?
And, do these honorable?
attributes nearer us to God?
Does walking upright like the shaft
bring clarity from aloft
indicating those of a slower pace
are merely God’s castoffs?
Do denizens of air and sea
fall farther from God’s grace
are the golden buzzing bees
a mere afterthought, a trace?
Shall ego serve our last cold dish
as harsh denigration falls
upon all the smaller things
man’s mindlessly enthralled.
Or, will we find on judgment day
sure scintillation and surprise
as we realize all God’s creations
are equal in His eyes.
Pervasive personal questions people ask,
shredding to shards what truly is me.
The pieces are of no use to them though,
the effort seems at times
to stem from veiled spite,
incisive curiosity or even subtle affront.
I forcefully flinch to introspect,
ask myself why I’m under their prying lens,
and don’t answer.
Caustic comments people often make
on the manner I behave,
that seems strange to them,
or on the way I do or don’t do things,
that seldom matches theirs.
I don’t try to explain,
these are innate traits I am born with,
discarding or changing which for their sake,
or walk on their footsteps would be
to dispense with a vital part of my persona,
to exist as a facsimile entity of no individuality.
So, I don’t react.
If at times some people are good to me,
I can’t express articulately enough
the feeling of hearty appreciation,
for that action may appear a manifestation overdone,
deceptively laden with pretentious display of gratitude,
which in essence screens the implicit expectation
that the good done is what is deserved and due.
When this trait is criticized as intended insensitivity,
a part of me, inherently obliged though,
is tortured to plaintive and painful despondency.
I can’t endure the undeserving denigration,
for it aims to maim part of my bruised psyche,
I can’t rejuvenate, for it does no longer respond
for me to demonstrate.
People brand me quirky.
Surely, I’m so
with my strong sense of self-identity.
Travelling on the divergent path I paved,
I tell nonconformist me, reassured,
Shikata Ga Nai.
Its time now..! To become survivors you must stand.!Thank
God for putting Tim Ballard in contact with those
Who needed to be released.! And there was a reason
For that ! For its so much harder for abused people.!
To get their minds out of (flashbacks)
And self denigration, to beleive they
Can; stand strong.' To not always be burying the
Horrors.! it took an unbattered well ajusted person
Tim Ballard, who in his revulsion at child abuse fought
To support their humanity..Now its up to us survivors
Stand up get up crawl.! to the nearest support and stand.'
If thats what ì takes.? but open your mouths at all costs
Come forward.' you are needed to support these real
Heroes.'
In depth and breadth of shadows, it prowls around
always flowing, wafting on air, ne'er making a sound
It exists in dejection and rejection, and always found
in silence, too loud when its raucous echoes resound
No deafening roar of blaring thunder comes with fear
It's audible only in a mind, but muzzled to each ear
Manifested in visions, without guttural words to hear
The threat it poses in a reverie wears an implicit jeer
Solitude exhales a stale breath with eager anticipation
Quietly seducing our trust with mendacious flirtation
Spawned to be the covert wielder of our denigration
A stealth mute, besotted on doubt as a form of libation
"Take heed, people!" It screams at us without a tongue
In song the tune is hummed; the lyrics never to be sung
Anguish, leaking acid in which toxins are cleverly sprung
Disguised as a protagonist, paranoia's qualms are flung
It watches without eyes, trying to keep us in disarray
An ever lingering specter, hovering wherever we play
In reticent whispers, how deftly it schemes to betray
A taunting voice without curses, a message to convey
Why oh why have we become so woke
To the point of companies going near broke,
All for the sake of garnering support
From vocal fringes, then quietly rushing to abort.
Is the effort worth the prize
Pandering to an audience that must surely realize
Division is not the path to integration
Empowering voices that just believe in denigration.
Acceptance is rarely mandated or imposed,
It's a result of customs willingly transposed
To reflect a kinder more inclusive world
And in the process eliminating the absurd.
Activism can often be the kernel for steep
Change,
But in the wrong hands is alienating and deranged,
With effects that counter all that would be good
Demeaning the very essence for which they stood.
We the silent throngs just watch and wonder,
What's brought on this wave of mindless thunder,
Strife and upheaval causing nothing but confusion,
Resulting in a world of societal delusion.
Democracy is not another word for anarchy,
Where a vocal few usurp reality for fantasy,
But one of tolerance and communal understanding
To mold a world where actions are outstanding.
Where parent is not set against their child,
Or leaving differing opinions unreconciled,
Where sexuality does not become a sword,
Or Race the blade to cut across the board.
When will politicians and the media say enough,
Accepting that their narrative is huff and gruff,
Full of potholes and dead ends
Turning people into enemies not friends?
Why not allow good sense and wisdom take the stage,
Willing denigrators to turn another page,
Supporting causes that are simply just
Thereby forging a society sure to last.