Long Disbelief Poems
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Pavlov’s dogs are salivating
bells of nature ring as
every action yields consequences
stimuli evoke a response and
primeval instincts dance with evolution
‘I think therefore I am’ jingles in the mind
while valid emotions seek freedom
from primordial shackles and chainsaws
‘progress not perfection’ I hear you say
a cornerstone headway and presupposition
for a purposeful life of truthful meaning
it is only natural to doubt in disbelief
so many answers but what is the question
when the personal is political and
belligerent affairs are demeaning
the Self runs riot in justification
as ill judgements and warfare take over
canines drool dribble spit fire
yet monkeys share their spoils and bananas
humans however claim ultimate fitness
in their fight over natural resources
account for behavioural actions
in grandiose faith only in themselves
the planet is crying out for pity and mercy
and of course I am a mere cog in the wheel
spun out of control from kindness love compassion
a whole is more than the sum of
global destruction as the clock keeps ticking
to the desperate sound of destruction and evil
we are brutal self-centered savages
wild at heart and remonstrate
‘it is only the natural state of affairs’
lack objections remorse and reprieve
soothe our consciences with sweet babble of
paradise with apples and megalomania
in a snake pit in which fruit
fall too close to the stem
decompose into rancid cynical cider
ferment toxic venomous black outs
does or should life really flow on its own
slaves to collective insanity wreckage and carnage
we wield words swords mine fields of Ego
and the world and its nature
could be so beautiful without
such axes of evil bedlam instead of
respect for a Universe
so much bigger than greed
07th January 2025
A child pulled from her mother's arms
and placed into a cage.
How could a person seeing this
not feel enormous rage?
Instead, the mother, full of fear
and shocked with disbelief,
thought what she said or how she looked
had brought about this grief.
Was it because her clothes were torn,
her shoes had come apart?
She had been walking miles and miles
in search of a fresh start.
Was it because her skin was brown,
her face was stained with tears?
Was it because she looked too old
for twenty-seven years?
Would she hold her child again,
kiss her as she slept?
Would she see her timid smile,
caress her when she wept?
Or, would she miss those childhood years
not meet her until she'd grown?
Then, would the child think her Mama
was someone never known.
How can this be happening?
Where is our country's heart?
Why aren't more of us standing up?
Instead, we stand apart.
The mother sits with others
who are old beyond their years.
She bears her grief in silence now,
her legacy is tears.
Passing Through The Moment
Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto
Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show
Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go
Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know
Consummate reliance on another person for your relief
Don’t abdicate defiance before you’re consumed by all the grief
Illustrate the violence with the pen in disbelief
Communicate in silence while your left to possess only self belief
Impervious observers of the current situation of mankind
Discourteous serves the capitulation of this kind
Subservience swerves around direct attention as it affects a persons mind
Luxurious nerves are in retention as they wonder what the authorities will find
A child combining emotion with an elegance of innocence and need
A wild defining notion that denies the rich man of his greed
Beguiled by signing into the commotion I can do nothing but pay heed
Reviled divining oceans deprived of life so humanity can feed
Catastrophic implications for the latest politician in the news
Misanthropic consternations as they’re coming across as rather rude
Off topic conversations that have put me off my food
Electronic elevations that now decide what’s right and viewed
Altruistic gains for those with enough cash to be generous
Optimistic pains for he who can’t maintain the obstreperous
Deterministic rains are pouring on the intellectually venemous
Surrealist saints are mourning what it means to be classified as degenerate
I can’t elucidate the echoes in my mind today
I shant recuperate unless I find the beauty in the decay
I want to rejuvenate the times and see the truth along the way
As a renewed debate starts the incline to illuminate the way
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright 2025
Destiny has forever been an advisory
It provokes me
It scorns me
Vexing my soul
Denying me pleasure and supplying me pain
Nevertheless, we continue together
Spiraling through time
Trampling over the gardens of paradise,
Eluding the lagoons of love,
Escaping the world of contentment
Attempts of freedom prove impossible
While longing for liberation of this limited legacy
Scraping the sands of time for salvation
As disbelief and failure settle at the bottom of my river of tears,
And while reality immortalizes itself,
I reminisce an aspiration where,
She and I were of one
She was me and I her
I could hear the soft sway of the ocean’s waves
In her eyes, I saw skies of satisfaction
And as we frolic through the fields of forever
I am abruptly awaken by destiny’s envy
An envy that has plagued my existence
Again, the handcuffs of imprisonment are tightened
As I yearn to be granted my forbidden fate
A wrestlers kapi pup born in the town of Porapoo
Red Dog~The Pilabara wonderer with lurid tales' legion
A bold spirited canine he, an Aussie through and through
Roaming free the red earth of the wide Northwestern region
He pawed a ride with John, an iron miner, when lost.
They became close mates, good sports to remember.
But drinking and poker took their grim cost.
John was gunned down in 'ts, the first day of September.
Now as Red Dog roamed quietly unconsoled
Cars, buses and trucks offered him rides, hugs and food.
For his hard-luck story had been told and retold
With good Aussies determined to brighten his mood
For the rest of his days Red Dog roamed about
Stopping cars now and them for food and a ride
His loud flatulations signaled 'twas time to get out.
With nature his friend and kind folks who abide
Pilbar mourned with muted disbelief,
When the poisoned body of Red Dog was found
A bronze statue stands for friends to bow in grief.
May Red Dog rest well in his much-loved native ground.
Anew
All at once it all was shattered
All was shaken up and crushed
Love became a misconception
Thoughts and feelings were all rushed
Pain and sadness start to battle
Disbelief has joined in too
Trust refuses to be present
Prudence knows not what to do
And the chaos is confronting
It’s confusion at its best
I could use some consolation
Just to put my mind to rest
But the doubt was set in motion
And the hurt is creeping in
My self-image is now crumbling
Let the hating now begin!
All these feelings and emotions
One by one they take their toll
I am losing my composure
I must now decide my goal
I will hear of no forgiving
I want vengeance out of spite
There’s no use for conversation
I refuse to reunite
But the heart can not be trusted
Even though there was a pact
Made by reasoning and feelings
In the end one will deflect
And the storm will start abating
Suddenly the air will clear
As I walk amidst the rubble
I find things that I hold dear
So I pick up all the pieces
And I find not just a few
All of this gives me the courage
To forgive and start anew.
Wendy Nipas
You asked us not to cry when you have passed on
But we do not need handkerchiefs we need storm water drains
May the flash floods of tears irrigate your memory and wishes
To dance on your grave and be happy was your final request
When the funeral director has gone home to his family
We will respect your rebellion and turn over the soil
‘I expect you to wear happy clothes tie dye home-made batik
Hippie gowns and torn jeans covered in ink with messages
Not for the dead but for the living who gather in full colours’
As we write our final farewells onto the cardboard box
You designed for your coffin with crayons finger paint and
The mud of the earth you smile contagiously from inside
‘One flower only per person but you must bring worms
A few butterflies a handful of moths and a couple of rodents
Crack open the container that holds my remains for I must breathe’
It is midnight and a full moon invites kind witches and spells
Of Karma on broom sticks and a bonfire of faithful disbelief
Fireworks are in order because Tom likes to go out with a bang
We sing Hallelujahs ‘Bat out of Hell’ and ‘Stairway to Heaven’
‘Born to be Wild’ ‘Wish you were Here’ ‘Bridge over troubled waters’
Remember that voices aren't mute when they’re encouraged to speak
Sandalwood incense mixes with smell of roasted chestnuts and
Fig jam to honour the Buddha and pink lemonade for chakras
To caress emotional reason as we hand over your torch
‘Adults must play with Lego please’ you decreed ‘Life is a building’
‘Find me a unicorn and fix stick on tattoos of impermanent shine’
‘Adorn you skin with jester’s wisdom and henna or heart blood’
Now that we bid good fortune to the future we will light paper lanterns
Watch the wax melt slowly and the sun to rise for your final departure
We know that you will turn to compost but will watch over our lives
23rd June 2019
Regret is to feel sad, repentant, disappointed over something that has already happened, especially a loss or missed opportunity. See Regret is just another way for the darkness to cloud your future days. How can you be present while living in regret in these current hours, with moments already spent. Inevitably taking seconds in your future and present. We can never truly be free if our guilt becomes bigger than our faith in something more than you and me. See, we were made to live where our feet are with faith that our path ahead is brighter than darkened past days. Living with the shame of our should haves, would have, blame blame, blame. It doesn’t push us forward into a position of gain. It only takes more moments and so on the cycle of disbelief and insanity replay. We can want all day, but only one can give us what we need. We just must be future present and not past regret existing. I once read a line in a book that breathed hope back into my life. It said that regret is the biggest serial killer alive. Yeah, allow that to marinate in your mind. It just takes, and you lose years until one day you wake up and you’re 89 wishing for so much but living in regret with guilt from years behind. Stolen time, you could have been happy if only you lived in the present looking forward to a future with opportunities of plenty and present with faith. Love rewrites history as I heard a wise man say, "So live your prophetic present future without dwelling on failures of yesterday."
"FAKE" assertions unstoppably
bandied with beef,
(sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap)
courtesy of commander in chief
trumpeted as a way to backout,
embarrassment analogous to the thief
of Baghdad, when culpable faux pas
woe philly pops thought balloon of mine
reckons with transparent "good grief"
within mind of yours truly,
who finds himself dumbstruck
aghast, and shaking noggin with disbelief
how people can be so gullible
who would just as lief
eat a pin cushion to deliver strep throat relief.
First amendment teeter totters on brink
of dissolution mainly by the rat fink,
whose defamation against journalists
risking life and limb, yet not shrink
king enlightening liberal minded, who think
similar to myself, imposter
hood drums utter rubbish
while feeling teed off puttering
along Mar a Lago,
or another owned golf link
resorting to silence protesters
whisked off to the klink.
Distortions, (nee outright
blatant lies) saturate
social media platforms,
which followers didst rate
as their numero uno slate
supposedly reliable sources
harkening back to papa retaliate
Tory Bush prez administration,
regarding patrilineal shogunate
where Iraq summarily
targeted for crashing Kuwait
violating, jeopardizing, and
compromising vital oil, literate
folks suspected, that critical
lubricant mandatory to resonate
greasing western civilization
particularly self anointed great
super power USA, hence
alarmists didst exaggerate,
whose military intelligence
industrial leaders got irate
contracting complex projecting
global economy would vacillate
and, perhaps take Kamikaze nosedive
hence procrastination could not wait
demanding based on sketchy accusation
Saddam Hussein, and his ilk ultimate
harbored weapons of mass destruction
despite lack of distilled proof,
would severely truncate
nary a trace sniffed out,
nonetheless damn the torpedoes blitzed
in an effort to triangulate
miscreant running amuck
eventually met demise
with Bush Junior delivering
permanently placating tete a tete,
no matter dispensing top notch
fighting soldiers, whose strong
lifeless bloodied bodies remain prostate.
As it shocks the world
And the analysis will be hard at work
The movement of planets will be felt
As the miracle occurs
Whispers of what is coming
Praise God whole heartedly
Honour those ancestors
Be true to yourself
It has been a journey
You are the true evidence of God creation
Praise your parents
Honour those visions
Be honest to the goal
You are the manifestation of the dream
It is an endless journey
As the tears are being wiped
And the disbelief on how you have made it
The movement of the seas will be unbelievable
As the anointment takes place
Whispers of what has begun