Long Despicable Poems
Long Despicable Poems. Below are the most popular long Despicable by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Despicable poems by poem length and keyword.
This Damed Family Man - Sad Commentary
The personal issue asper role
of fatherhood, I did address
in psycho therapy
earlier today, particularly dynamics
between self (birth father),
and eldest daughter
matter of factly confess
sing, how his (mine)
behavior affected her express
lee during her formative years,
and doth readily admit
this papa felt
accurate to second guess
some aspects asper
retrospective interactions less
sunned prospect for healthy
paternal bond, when mess
elf unwittingly allows,
that my being unemployed ness
esse sear really did cause agony,
especially NOT able
to sound im press
sieve, when class
mates naturally, necessarily,
and nonchalantly
inquired asper livelihood
about father, and mother
feeling sorely Tess
Ted most likely painfully
writhing with psycho
logical agony aver
ring, that this dada,
NOR mama didst
NOT work, perhaps cur
sing thy role in begetting her,
(no matter emotional debacles plagued
me entire mein kempf
like a sharp spur
severely disabling thine ability
establishing a solid whir
king track record, plus abhorred,
aggrieved, and appalled
at deplorable, despicable, and
detestable awful
house keeping bald
lee obvious in some instances
children, and family services
(of Norristown, Pennsylvania) called
offering, or rather decreed
that dramatic improvements made
in order for thy house
hold to be freed
the reasonable mandatory checklist
(to avoid compromising welfare
of minors), thus
obligation to heed
proscribed safety measures need
did to be obeyed lest...with light speed
our deux darling heiresses weed
never see again if they
got forcibly taken away
fortunately though
we parents did not delay
following sanctioned
dictates - hooray,
yet subsequent discord
wrought by my cum play
cent risque extra-marital trysts.
Lethal Thermobaric Bombs
Also known as vacuum bombs
Sucking the oxygen out of the air
For many miles. Nuclear and cluster bombs
And the worst of the sickest bombs
Of all: obvious racism at the borders
Life is never, never, never fair
Even in war, for many brothers and sisters
The shelling will not stop
Too many explosives are being popped
Innocent and young people are dying
And the hypocrites, the racists
The murderers, the war-mongers
The cowards, the propagandists
The shenanigans, the monsters
The fakers, the sinners and the liars
Are on the very top of their games
What a shame! They shoot all blames
Toward the victims and the innocents
Remember the shameful wars
Remember the shattered lives
Remember the blaring sirens
Remember the supersonic sounds
Remember the deafening cries
Remember the powerful roars
The constant shelling makes no sense
Because children are being killed
That's a lethal and deceptive ploy
Real humans should build
Not bomb, not destroy
I am pissed
For Peace
It's shameful and despicable that no one wants
To live by the rules. Where is the common sense?
Copyright © March 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Trudging on the indolent deserted pathway
the fragile footprints collapse in the sands of time,
the cadence of music dissolves in mirage,
life’s unsung tunes fade away in sorrow.
In the trembling spine of the parched shadows
hungry predators burrow harrowing holes,
as the desolateness sucks within the hollow
in the insane depth of the sordid souls.
They walk addicted on the squalid quicksand
as gripping as the demons of sin could ever be,
sink in the destined depth of abhorrent abyss,
wrapped in the despicable layers of disdain.
The lancets of evil slash the moral essence
where they try for long in vain to never dig
the grave for the souls slain by the stab of sin,
for they never drown contrite in the sea of shame.
In the depth of darkness, opaque and dense,
the ground doesn’t hear the footfall of silence.
Burning sets of piercing eyes hover and stare
at the static secrets of the still mystique air.
In the stillness profound and intense,
the twilight of the dying day fades in the distance.
The animals of the night prowl and stalk
the haunted before they can hide in the dark.
In the wilds the nightriders move and create
the animals in them in the darkest of space,
turn into marauders deadly and noxious,
shaping the sinister creatures of menace.
Beneath the sheath of secret silence,
grimy spirits of the evil shadows creep,
float on the unwary brink of the onyx night,
dip into the still depth to drink the ambrosia of soul.
In the evil niche of the murky mind,
the nightriders morph into daunting devils.
The animals of the dark carry the ominous desire,
seek the contrived space in seamless darkness
to take the lives even if they cry for freedom.
In the quietude of the serene silver moonshine
with my footprints in the shadow of their stride
my aloneness walks me in the destined track,
I’ll follow with fortitude till the end of my time
when my soul will be engraved in the shadow of silence.
When ideas aren't too vivid,
feel the absence of clarity,
scatter despicable hypocrisy
into each howling wind;
dream only of greater things:
show disdain and be enraged
at uncivil behavior that stinks!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
into the howling, furious winds,
let them carry to a distant planet
further than the Moon, Saturn, or Mars;
save Humankind from this toxic dust:
deceitful tyrants deserve no pity!
Nowadays, kids don't have sound minds
with determined goals for success,
no excellent grades to impress;
their thoughts are influenced by demons.
When their jokes are arrogant and miss wit;
when their laughter is without delight,
it's a clear sign of an alliance that harms
their existence with a sudden obsession with disgust.
It might be too late to lay their path straight,
each effort can save them from a suicidal state!
Scatter despicable hypocrisy
in that tumultuous sea
with raging waves and high winds,
it'll strike any shore without a dire warning;
let parents heed it and save their children,
so they can live life peacefully.
I had a father who loved two women:
one so faithful and sincere, the other
spell maker and always showed a defying grin.
no, nobody in that god-fearing town liked her!
And mom, the devoted one, hated her and hid her pain,
she bore him four pretty daughters and a handsome son
who picked beautiful cyclamens and dazzling roses,
and gave them to her with thrilling and smiling eyes!
I had a farther who loved two women,
his restless life had to be shared without compromise,
and the one who suffered was mom feeling the disgrace;
isn't betrayal a cruel and despicable sin?
Sweetest mother with lips that spoke gently,
and when they kissed me I tested honey...
spreading her tenderness beyond an earthly gladness;
most devoted mother, are you singing with all angels?
I had a father who loved two women,
one had nothing, the other had everything;
should an abused wife go on without crying?
Tears will roll down and resemble a fountain!
Mothers, unlikely fathers, are much closer to us
and their words linger on the waft of the warmest breath;
listen to them and you'll go far in life to achieve dreams:
their whisper is the gentlest breeze sent to earth!
I had a father who loved two women,
he ran out of the semi dark and silent house on starlit nights,
did he worry about his wife and children?
What does a guiltless cheater gain to pursue selfish desires?
If anytime bitterness cringes inside, tun to your beloved;
there's no better friend than a mother who feels loved,
but gives comfort to stop the grief built inside a lost soul:
restoring faith with her wisdom to keep loss of control!
The court’s dragons are working overtime
which doesn't surprise me, for real.
Last week in the headlines we read old news -
former state policemen achieves third appeal
for killing his wife and two children.
Their murders are a twelve-year ordeal.
Already proven guilty by a jury twice
both long-drawn out states of affairs.
The second time, a jury also convicted
an accomplice and he too is behind bars.
Lawyers, looking for money, defense isn't free.
Lawyers are thanking their lucky stars.
Lawyers looking for evidence they can deny.
A series of affairs with women - inadmissible.
Reports of sexually abusing his daughter,
and the insurance just bought – inexplicable.
I feel we should leave this third time to chance
Let him out, scot-free, his life will be miserable.
Just maybe other dragons - equally demented as these
will put an end to his appeals, how despicable.
written April 17, 2013
Author’s Notes: Writing this piece, I learned an ancient meaning for ORDEAL: a primitive method of determining a person's guilt or innocence by subjecting the accused person to dangerous or painful tests believed to be under divine control; escape was usually taken as a sign of innocence; death - a sign of guilt.
Our son constantly test his mom and me
Why the truth in life is so key
Can't he see all the trust he loses
In our ability to foresee
what his future could turn out to be
When he has no problem looking us in the eyes
To tell his despicable lies
When it just makes us want to cry
Looking for answers about why
When it gets away from perception of what others see
The man that his mom and I have raised him up to be
A man with integrity who is able to keep his promise
To never lie to always reach for the sky
We taught him that anything in life worth having
Requires him to be straight with others
So he doesn't always have to run for cover
In spite of your lies that jeopardize
So many things you do not realize
Because when you learn to disguise the truth
That compromise your future
On which you have to rely
To be able to get by
We are here to advise not criticize
Life is not about the lies
To that, your mom and I can testify
We would like to summarize
You will never see life's highest high's
It will only advertise
You're a man who is about the lies
Where few can sympathize
It will only capsize all your hopes and dreams
That fills your life with the sunlight
That holds you upright in Gods light
Putting your life in flight
Allowing you to become a man with integrity
That everyone can see
Who we brought you up to be
So please don't ever lie to anybody
If you want your life to be happy and free
Because people will show you respect
From what reflects from your eyes,
Not your dirty little lies
Chinks of light filter
thru pitchblack emotional prison
vestigial shadow figure hunkers,
an atrophied, mortified, petrified old man
implacable self destructive nemesis
birthed in league pitiful human shambles,
his abysmally forlorn existence
scotched, sabotaged, severely short changed
agonizing depression tortures psyche
family abandoned nsync,
entrenched self cannibalization
devastating vicious feedback loop
exhaustedly drained kith and kin
unconditional, unbridled, unalloyed... love,
no longer spouts, issues, gushes... profusely
familial fountainhead ceased functioning
dry as lovely bones
analogous to fossilized remains
once robust sibling affections,
in toto once dogged sisterly doting
twisted beyond recognition
ditto daughterly acclamation,
adoration, affection, appreciation...
on par with courtly
majestic Fontainebleau
once regaling Francis I (16th century king),
nothing but absolute zero bondage
shackled to solitary confinement
imprisoned impenetrable fortress invisible,
yet...ineradicable as
strongest Earthly material
isolation wrought since...
yours truly begat life in utero
punctuated when obstetrician
pronounced "it's a boy!"
Unbeknownst to very
short lived carefree being
neurological, mental, libidinal... flaws
would spell disaster
spanning scores of years
majority of existence (mine)
participation buzzfeeding livingsocial
shuttered within inaccessible dungeon
surrounded by deepest known moat,
within which flourished fearsome beasts
turned rogue, and conspired
assassination (not yet successful),
whereby one poker face
(born that way)
wretched soul condemned
to psychological abomination
forbidden to terminate
said despicable mortality,
thus suffers life sentence of
yawping, writhing, unnerving... tumult.
The series "Despicable Me,"
we've flocked to theaters to see.
Wee minions--cute creatures--
and bad guys each features.
To all we respond with great glee.
I never dreamed five years ago
that I would soon dash to and fro
in search of these minions--
in children's opinions,
all treasures. How well I now know!
Some kids possess minions galore:
the one-eyed, the two-eyed, and more.
They giggle and jabber;
"BANANA," some blabber.
Their odd appeal, who could ignore?
My grandson's like other young boys.
For Christmas he craved minion toys.
His loved ones went shopping
for hours, not stopping
till we found gifts he now enjoys.
The minion-themed presents I gave
were puzzles, a cool talking Dave,
a pillow with three guys
with one or two huge eyes.
For these he did hug me and rave.
` I'm glad to say just one thing more:
Fart Blaster, I left at the store!
The child would have driven
me nuts if I'd given
him that thing; but Dave, I adore.
Date posted: February 23, 2016
The rhyming scheme of a limerick is aabba.
Electoral mortification
The ego of one man
chaotically divided a nation.
Hypnotically humiliated
and brought its people into dissolute hatred,
plucking each other limits.
Dehumanized the intelligence of great minds.
This team of trumpers!
imperious loud mouths,
puissant leaches stumping on others,
with ominous filthy words.
Despicable regard for biblical equal.
Do not unto others what you would not do unto yourself.
Leave the hate,
it’s like a malignant tumor,
it consumes time to no avail.
Color is just a shade,
Blood in man is indeed unique,
whether it was brown skin Jesus, dark skin Moses you or me.
as it retains a unified bond beyond us.
Someday,
I may need you and you may need me
for something grater than -
this evil influence crawling into our lives.
Your cry and my cry the same, seeking comfort.
©Al Juman -The "said" Poet, 11/25/2019