Long Deride Poems
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I will not let my tears flow
In the face of all adversity
Pleasure I will gladly forego
if it means the end of perfidy.
We the people have little power
Like putty, we're manipulated
News is grim the mood is sour
Miasma of greed calculated.
Climate change, long denied
Escalates with alarming speed
Polar ice melting cannot deride
Obvious to all, please intercede.
Amazon needing conservation
Forest depletion is a crime
Deforestation and ruination
It's on the clock let's all call time.
Then Covid reared its ugly head
It took the world by storm
Populations sadly misled
Endless tears mourning the dead.
We cannot help our weeping grief
Pulling together we'll make this right
Challenges to face are beyond belief
Time to be brave as we all unite.
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Written 31/07/2021
An occurrence that exists in
all walks of our life's happenstances
Some will cheer for you, others
give you despicable glances,
Still others, as here, deride you in comments.
It's a place people work for...filled
with lack of sleep!
It becomes a me against you event,
Now why is that?
People are joyful to rise like a eagle!
Only to insulted by those not here
for poetry at all.
They remind me of angry beagles.
Cyberbullies jump out at you.
I have had it here with infants having
tantrums.
Worse .....you bruise poet souls.
Most of us know who you are.
Comments are for supporting not
cutting any Poet's throat.
It's in the ground rules here but some
of you do not know it.
If you don't like another because of
religious views or political views, do
not read their poetry. Period!
Keep hate out of comments, it's the
kindest thing you can do.
Hate builds no prestige or poetry
at all.
Worst of all it makes you pin size
small.
Just leaves you alone, howling!
With a smirk..The lone, nasty oddball!
Panagiota Romios
4/30/2019
11:45pm PST
When you are too cool,
And we are dangerously fool!
When you are too good,
And we are mistakenly rude!
When you are going to forgive,
And we are going to dive in the ocean of deceitful bliss!
When you erroneously allow us to speak,
And we are going to attack you at your peak!
You call us "the collaborators",
You kill us by the disgraceful gladiators,
You keep us safe by biased words,
You provide us bliss with the disguised curse.
Until you live long in the blissful hell,
Until you confine us in the glorious jail,
Until you can be refined in your guilty conscience,
Until you rebuke us for our misguided sense.
We are united as your crown is denied,
We are guilty as you are still our guide.
We are ashamed that we didn't know our mind,
That is why you can still rule us and deride.
witnessing dream images rise and subside
within hidden passageways of mind now surfacing
nonchalant eye smiles enjoying the joy ride
mindful presence celebrating aliveness glides
in and out of hearts desires now manifesting
witnessing dream images rise and subside
ego borne cravings of lower mind take us aside
beseeching our indulgence amidst illusions spiralling
nonchalant eye smiles enjoying the joy ride
mode non-judgmental, no thought we deride
as we embrace and release without stagnating
witnessing dream images rise and subside
fearless and desireless, God inside, divine beside
lower mind vaporised, gently soul thus flowing
nonchalant eye smiles enjoying the joy ride
vibrant emptiness bliss vivified, minds not low tide
all destined doings done although we do nothing
witnessing dream images rise and subside
nonchalant eye smiles enjoying the joy ride
23-April-2021
Get rid of that false notion that life
only makes us taste bitterness,
and that only through unwanted pain...
we learn another memorable lesson,
to better understand the purpose of being alive!
Scream, complain and fight the cruelest enemy,
nothing will be changed by manifesting animosity:
be positive and you'll get to look over the other side,
to start your search for serenity!
And the very disappointed ones know that
chasing lovely rainbows can become unpleasant dreams
washed away by many sudden and unexpected storms;
are you one of those being easily deluded and thrown aside!
And is fate altered by a wrong choice or desire,
sometimes making us wait just to savor a tasteless sweetness,
to deride of our naiveness and lack of pure faith;
where are the ardent aspirations we seldom acquire?
If trees are nurtured by constant sunlight to bear good fruit,
don't they also need rain to make them grow and wind to make them multiply?
An important source for growth is the knowledge for truth
and a belief to surpass all uncertainties: that we're made to live, not to die!
Have you considered to bathe yourself in holiness and begin your search for serenity,
when everything else fails, firmly believe that faith can defeat death and evil;
so detestable they would be, if the earthly eyes weren't sinful
With invisible stabs to my soul
With quiet whispers to my mind
You keep the night alive
You steal my sleep, you deride my dreams
You show yourself by invisible means
My home is not my own
My body fails through lack of sleep
My mind races to outwit your keep
I see the shadows form in the day
I feel the cold of you near in the night
The presence of your twisted mind
The fear you seek to override my conscious sanity
Do your worst you freak of past life
Kill me now if you own the night
I turn away, I close my eyes
My silent promise you hear tonight
For when I see my last daylight
When life decides to give up the fight
I will locate you in the afterlife
Where even we will stand in the darkest night
You won't escape my vengeance eyes
You won't escape my hatred
For when I eventually die
I will haunt your dead sick mind.
There is fullness in emptiness from self
While cravings of ego are negated
Freeing us against our boastfulness-shelf
Since bliss makes drenched heart remain elated.
With victory* for reaching-out terrain
Fullness is gained as emptiness from pride
Subdues despair of futility-pain
Caused by covetousness that does deride.
Keeping spirit toward gratitude light
Midst sharing, giving, caring, loving-glow
Fullness blooms in emptiness from greed’s blight
For God grants joy along helpfulness-flow.
Let us continue in our kindness’ spree
Blest emptiness yields good-works’ fullness glee.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
April 23, 2026
5th place, "Best 2026" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/10/2026.
The Parting Couple Blew Out The Match
angry couple shaking the tree
branches of leaves crying their spree
cohabitation skips their stride
duet of steps the banshee prides
eyes so saddened harsh with could be's
faces of two, filled with wept seas
gone are the keys to their hearts glee
hails the storm of words of which deride
angry couple
incessant doom waives their decree
Judas shown their true faces free
kisses of the heart now divide
longings be forever untied
matches to a lasting flames flees
angry couple
connie pachecho
10/11/17
The point of living is to feel alive
Not caged by too high walls or steely fence
We want to love,be taken by surprise.
Our wounded mangled self we can’t deride,
Recalling fights and struggles lived through once.
The point of living is to feel alive.
We dither to and fro in puzzled ways
We feel the anguish, still and quite intent.
We want to love,be taken by surprise.
The self’s spontaneous, not a thing contrived;
Formed with love and hate,with all intense.
The rage of living is to be alive.
When washed away by feelings glad,immense
That cross our borders without our lament
The hope,the need of living is our life
We want to give and take yet fear surprise
Sometimes, in uncertain outcomes, as life agitates,
It can sway either way, maneuvering on the edge,
For a difference rather modest, makes the final call,
When a narrow margin determines a win or a loss.
If a win we choose to celebrate, or defeat we deride,
Prudent to bear in mind, that it wasn’t a landslide;
When results are so close, why not cheer them all,
Cognizant to recognize~ distinction is awfully small.
Slender is the layer between eve’s dusk and twilight,
Between dark of dawn, and luminance of sunrise;
Between safe and danger, there lies a narrow divide,
Where, between cliff and fall, life’s border resides.
Mementos of love embraced, and love sadly repelled,
In albums of beloved, or memories forlorn dwell,
Clamoring from corridors of good or bad choices made,
Between narrow margins of hope, and contours of fate.
O, a narrow margin can be of mighty consequence
Inhabiting elation of success, or anguish of regrets,
When death lingers in the clutches of final moments
Stilled between breath inhaled, and breath exhaled.