Long Denouncing Poems

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Mother Anna

What wouldn't I have done
for Mother Anna when daddy left home,
and abandoned his children...
like they were orphans forgotten and alone?

On that winter's evening
snowflakes danced cheerfully,
and the Christmas Tree shone brilliantly
as an angel fell and broke his wing;
silence descended to denote a great loss...
stirred by a commotion
that couldn't be stustained!
A wife lost her companion;
kids, an uncaring father who could never lead
or set an example for them to admire the most...

Underneath the bare oak tree,
by the brightness of the street lamps...
three young girls sobbed and wept sadly;
an airplane fled across the vast sky
illuminated by the splendid stars: 
they waved their trembling hands
to someone they would never see again,
was theirs a memorable cry?

What would have I done in the eyes of God,
if not help you carry half of the load:
denouncing with anger and grief
his selfishness and injustice?
Mother Anna,that pain was immensely mutual,
drawing us together to defy his action
which was thougthless and cruel;
Mother Anna,your wisdom indicated retribution...
Form: Ballad


Indiscriminate Fate Doth Captcha All

Despite cosmetic surgery to stave
inevitable demise cheating grim reaper
indefatigable measures undertaken
buzzfeeding mortal legacy bajillion
dollar industry remaining eternally

youthful cold comfort knowing eventual
degradation conquers biological aging,
yet open casket bestows approving
nods upon aesthetic corpse denouncing
any telltale evidence rigor mortis stole

once hearty life source attested by
tranquil poise, albeit deathly stillness
former body electric forever quiet
among the mourning crowded house
impossible mission to still flowing tears

emotionally poignant moment onlookers
suddenly ever acutely aware their
demise guaranteed, an inalienable pact
linkedin with birthright, this scribe ponders
figuratively digging unearthing morbid

fascination with afterlife, yet neither
hastening mine demise, neither fearing,
protesting, nor ululating unproductive futile
entreaty against transient fleeting
consciousness, asper one carbon based

entity, who wonders if other creatures
great and small revile, (or perchance
question) authority, vis a vis temporarily
bequeathing forces procreative and
subsequently terminal, maybe other

species less insightful meditating being
gifted with sense and sensibility without
pride nor prejudice to speculate, deliberate,
articulate...regenerative processes that
eventually co opt breathing, functioning,

longing versus pensive postulating post
mortem phenomena, pinging noggin within
noggin of one weatherbeaten, haggard,
cadaverous *****sapien in truth...he
admits being petrified, what...whereat

lapsing millenniums found yours truly
cursed by Gorgons remaining forever
stone cold harboring no recollection
about livingsocial enjoying good n plenti

"FAKE" experiences trumpeting conspiracy
theories – fools like me (rush'n), where 
angels fear to tread including collusion 
explaining my ill fate.

Premium Member The Truth Fights Back

The watchers eyes focus within silence
bombarded by messages of pure malice
many suffer so much hate towards an individuals choice
everyone with deep vision can see these festering souls
Those whom support the culture of death no longer hide
openly denouncing God's right under Divine law
When push comes to shove hellbent
certain agendas have highlighted uncivilised heathens
a dark side underneath your skin is clearly exposed
Manipulating the truth has only one verdict
when examined properly bringing justice to this court 
and the relationship between lies
In the face of an honest opinion warlike beggars cry victim
no amount of evidence will sway these possessed bodies
They are so filled with pride and baseless egos
to acknowledge the twist in their own tongue to explain
Judging others with a cold heart separates them as wolves
with such bitterness showing teeth stalking every word howls
In that which does not suit their ill agenda behind a mask
trampling on the innocent with racist views
masked as caring with sweet stings a scorpion
Loveless bullies self ordained bigots uneducated liars
twist the very meaning of life backwards
where the sick are incurable they are never untreatable
there the blind have already opened their eyes and can see

No Truth In a Lie

There is no truth within a lie,
 looking at all the evidence denied,
 the rhetoric of first and second amendment rights
seem hypocritical cries, when
 those who spout the lie voice no honor or amends
 claiming to be the populaces best friend
yet, redacting their very choice
 and suppressing their inner voice.

Democracy may soon be dying
 pushed down and buried by all the denying lying
 denouncing anyone who fails to go
with the party flow
 and like a comedy tv show
 they willingly follow the ridiculous and outrageous lies
incapable of ever acknowledging why
 America once raised truth, justice and equality cries.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Trump's Civil Rights Counsel

If your legal counsel on civil rights
is Jeff Sessions,
then you most certainly learned legal precedent
for validity of crossing your fingers
or your toes
or even just imagine doing so
while denouncing economic and political racism
as evil
and likewise evil,
perpetuating enslavement to fear
and anger
and hate-mongering
among Just Us Good Ol' Boys,
Locker Room Talkers and Marchers
favoring White elitism,

Well then Jesus,
and Trinitarian SuperDivine MightMakesCapitalismRight Patriarchy Incorporated,
will legally and morally absolve you through immaculate partnership,
naturally and spiritually forgive you,

And you shall remain among the select redeemed
despite your Only White Lives Have Ruled The NestBest
alternative rhetorical fact marketing
required, for now,
with fingers crossed
behind your Counselor's two-faced lie.

You can no more stand pre-millennial idly by
while a Civil Rights Movement
was, and still is, marching through your capital-investments,
without making a part of the post-millennial problem statement,
any more than you can stand innocently by
while White supremacists
are marching through your massive media exposure
without already having mentored
a source of the racist self-denial of anti-patriotic supremacy, 
our extant great trans-millennial ecopolitical problem.


Premium Member Obedience

Here am I striving to obey* the Spirit’s guidance
Despite my frailty upon righteous stance
While subduing carnality’s endurance…
Help me, my God, as I depend on Your mighty performance.

Here am I persevering to follow Bible’s instruction
Denouncing every foolishness and perversion
As I abide in God along His wise prescription…
Help me, my God in standing upon heavenly conviction.

Here am I trying to please my Master by faith’s steadfastness 
Smiting guilt of iniquities with its destructiveness
I need to Him first and His righteousness…
Help me, my God, prevail against wickedness.

Here am I praying for the rescue of the lost from hell’s fury 
Clinging to God along His truth’s sure victory
Subduing the Devil against transgression-sown misery…
Help me, my God, abound in Your service-territory.

*Deuteronomy 13:4 Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.

July 15, 2019
Form: Kyrielle

The Politics of Coronavirus

The government is not debating,
Internally or understating,
Attacking, flipping the opposition,
Or denouncing the wealth creating.

All parties work together,
To social fairness we toast,
Maintaining the societal blether,
Announcing the financial host.

Few MPs sit in Parliament,
The chamber is internal,
The order is not permanent,
Here, the rules fraternal.

We will all look back,
Upon this treacherous time,
Commend ourselves for yack,
For prohibiting the crime.

Reverse! To the Coronavirus,
Stop somewhere else, not here,
Glide into outer space,
To prohibit any reason for tear.
Form: Quatrain

Time

i repudiate this clock on the wall
each moment frozen of time
lashes back in internal strokes
against my weary soul

its ticking erupts
like thunderous echoes
within the confines
of my tortured mind
on this darkened night

i slip 'neath the shadows of past
running in circles
trying to escape 
the grasp of hands
that taunt like death

eternal torture
through infinite seconds
that beat like this heart of mine
as the pace amplifies through mind
bereaves me of the present again
as i face my own fears once more

unkept from another sleepless night
i arise with the same fury as a sun
beneath the bloodied skies
denouncing the storms
as they rage on

July 2, 2020

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Premium Member Forgiveness

When angst and hate my rancor stirred
Fuming indignation, reddening my face,
Emotions choked as muscles tightened,
Slurring my speech, abandoning grace;

And rational discourse then disappeared
Vowing vengeance to correct a wrong,
Dissonance hollered, yet no one listened,
Donning grimace that discords prolong.

Denouncing voice of the unjust, unfair,
I brewed in anger, drowning in malaise,
Despising disgust that misdeeds convey
Engrossed in egoistic, despicable ways.

When pettiness of feud conscious decried
Longing for peace soon buried my pride,
Conjuring sensibilities of forgiveness divine,
Rejecting impulses cordiality was denied.

As laments mellowed calming ego’s demands,
Mending misunderstandings sanity won
And dialogue sought armistice of win, win
When penitence rued things said and done.

Embracing silence, we hugged in remorse
Vowing to reconcile that which roiled us;
We understood, accepted, found balance,
Questing for benevolence~ loath to fuss.

July 1, 2022
Placed 2nd: Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Form: Rhyme

First Amendment In Jeopardy

Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago

hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief

he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)

invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,

deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions

commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,

butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal

impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"

recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb

firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding

immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
Form: Ode

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