Long Disgrace Poems
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Last goodbye son it’s time for you to go
Every emotion was there on show
Trying to put on a brave face
Tears were falling; it’s no disgrace
It was time for you to fly the nest
Now time for you to show your best
Going away to study in the UK
God speed to send you safely on your way
Over the seas so so far away
It seems like five minutes since you were born
Now its time for you to spread your own wings
I waved you off on that September morn
I’m so proud of you son that my heart sings
You’re leaving the nest
Time to cut the apron strings
Fly high my darling
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V.4 ( BRIDGE #1 & CHORUS C; ) :
You left me without a trace
I discard the feelings of anguish – feeling so unsure…my sorrow weighs a
pound – (where have you been x3 for so long…feeling like an incomplete,
cheerless love song all along)
What should I do? What now? Tell me now…
Somehow, I feel so gravity-bound…I’m lost & never found…frankly, (I’m feeling
grief-stricken x3 for oh so long…feeling like I don’t belong…feeling so wrong)
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(sarcasm: Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
V.5 (BRIDGE #2):
You made me feel this disdainful distress…this high stress…I’m in an emotional
mess
(All alone, all along) x4
You make me feel like a total disgrace…I’m a song without rhyme
(All alone, all along) x4
I’m not lying – you kicked me in the face…but I’m makin’ slow progress
(I’m on my own, but not alone) x4
When I was trying to beat the race…trying to make use of my time
(I’m on my own, but not alone) x4
[End of song xD]:
I’m getting used to being taking for granite…
But, I hate it so much…all I do is throw a childish fit
I’m hanging by the last string ~
I loathe tragedy and its sting ~
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It seems I had a slim chance of a podium position
In the viagra eating contest I faced such stiff competition
If I don’t get at least a third, a medal I’ll be missing
And that’s a shame because it isn’t cheeks that they’ll be kissing
Perhaps I’ve been blacklisted since the time I won first place
I got my medal but then I was sent home in disgrace
When the mayoress knelt and hung a medal on my little guy
That last viagra kicked in and I poked her in the eye
I left so quickly that I had to go home in my shorts
I got some knowing looks but I couldn’t read their thoughts
A few young ladies seemed to think that I was rather hot
They looked at me then at sky and all they said was ‘What?’
Grandfather was up to the task
As everyone took off their mask
Shouted “it’s no disgrace”
To show all of your face
And offer a toast from your flask.
And the Naysayers said “this can’t be”
I’ve had the shots – one, two and three
I think it’s a trick
As I still got sick
I should have known that nothing is free.
And the dogs who thought people so sweet
Are now huddled below and beneath
The sofa and chair
Shaking with fear
For they just found out people have teeth.
We’ve removed the masks from our face
Now we’ll carry them just like our mace
In a pocket of fear
As people draw near
Well…because….you know, ….just in case.
John G. Lawless
©3/1/2022
I came upon a man today
Not socially distant in any way,
But sad and staring off into the sky,
I looked straight into his tearing eye.
What is it, I asked, that has colored you blue?
Is there any one that I may get for you?
Either by phone, or text or even by Lyft?
That may keep your heart from sailing adrift?
He shook his head no, while wiping his face,
And said My life was one big disgrace.
I've blown all my money on women
And cars
Not to mention the stacks I left at the bars.
But that's not what makes me unreasonably sad,
It's what I never did, what I thought that I had. .
I thought all the while that I was alone,
And could count on no one, my ego was blown.
But the truth was so simple, that I missed the boat,
And now my emotions are stuck in my throat.
I wish I had seen the spirit of life
It would have saved me years of strife.
Wasted hours of godless pursuits
Tasting all of the darkest fruits,
To see, in the end, my last hour is here
And all I've to show is sadness and fear.
The decisions I made were part of choice,
To never let anyone drown out my voice.
God was for losers with half of a brain,
Or blind hypocrites that just jumped on the train.
But it wasn't religion that was calling my name,
Just a faint whisper of the key to the game,
You're free to go your own selfish way,
Or choose to rise above all the fray.
When you draw your last breath,
There will still be some time
That you can respond to love,
In an affirmative cry.
I am sorry I wasted the hours and days,
You gave me to use to spread joy and praise.
But the silence looked through me
And saw I was lying,
And just grasping for anything
To avoid my dying.
So as you listen to me now,
Know I have lost my only call
To be with the Love that created us all.
I walk these empty beaches now
For eternity and a day,
While others stop and listen to what I have to say.
My fate is set in stone and hope, forever gone,
As my soul drifts from man to man,
Never to be done.
For hell is not flames nor fire, nor blood,
Nor gnashing of teeth or drowning in mud.
Hell is eternity of knowing that I
Chose my needs over God's, so each day I die.
One day from this hell I’ll escape
To the hell of the lesser disgrace
I’m fed up with the country of apes
Imitating they are human race
Their antics are no more a fun
How the apes idolize alpha male
Is painful to watch, so I’ll run
There’s no reason to stay, no avail
However, the more decent hell
Is way too much overprotected
If you lack the most horrible bio to tell
Most likely, soon you’ll be directed
Back to where you come from, because
This superior hell is considered asylum
For the millions of seekers, and those
Who slip through and police never finds them
Between these two hells there’s a space
With a runaway line to the skies
There’s no promise if I get my place
But to find it I’ll pay any price
Though you can sneer: both hells
Is an overused, flat metaphor
Mate, I’m glad you can’t hear those bells
See, another one’s coming, and more.
It's the beginning of Fall,
chilly days and boring days
are ahead, he notices how tall
are the pines that oversee all;
a rambling guy whistles songs:
does he have a destination in mind,
or he strolls tirelessly to unwind?
His shadow follows him behind!
He longs for his lady's gentle hand,
how distracted are his vague thoughts;
men are very proud of their manhood,
but when they fall it's many desperate tears:
it can happen to anyone not measuring fears,
and unexpectedly all crumbles and shatters!
He spent all his money on cigarettes and beer,
and with a dime in his pocket what can he buy?
Nobody approaches him, they keep going;
should they show empathy for his misery?
Intense is the grief of loss and wandering
he finds nothing of comfort besides jeer!
Cheerful images of kids screaming and playing
make him cry and the relentless tears choke;
and with heaving breath he continues to roam,
not so sure where this long path will lead him!
He wasted his paycheck, smoked deadly coke
and denied reality to pursue what was fulfilling!
He set up a tent in the nearby park and spends
his days playing the harmonica: dimes and nickels
keep clinking, they're enough for a meager meal;
often times his kids walked by and didn't recognize
him with a beard and a filthy face: what a disgrace,
and growing up without him, can their wounds heal?
My Bad Day
By Robert Austin Allison
My Bad Day
by Robert Austin Allison
Why'd you act like a fool - a total disgrace,
When you joked to me about my wife's face ?
You were laughing like it was funny,
But that's my wife - my honey !
It made me want to knock you down,
All the way to the ground .
But first you'd get a left - then a right,
Then I'd say goodnight.
As you fall to the floor
Screaming "No More - No More" !
Then I'd sit on your face,
Take a dump - Give you a taste,
Of my extremely Toxic Waste !
You made my day so much worse,
I wished you were in a hearse !
My day wasn't really going all that bad,
Just maybe feeling a little sad -
Remembering the birthday of my dad.
I can't call or visit to show him some love,
Because he lives in Heaven above.
Next time you want to run your mouth,
Make sure the "Poop" runs further south !
There isn't much more I want to say,
Except F. U. and Have A Nice Day !
Sorry about the F.U. part. I don't cuss but this is
my way of getting the point across that I was
really pee'd off. I'm not a fighter either but if I
was, this is how I'd see it being played out.
This co-worker was talking smack
about my wife and thought it was funny. Then at
lunch time he was repeating the story to someone
else and laughing about it again ! The day this
occurred was the anniversary of my Dad's passing
away. I had started trying to write a poem about my
dad but couldn't finish because of the drama. Hope
you enjoyed this poem. My other poems haven't
reached this level but it wasn't a day to mess with me.
The dull day dashed quietly,
On track of bursting seconds,
When I met a sad broody hen,
In bizarre twist, she seemed anxious.
Alarmed; I stretched near swiftly,
Her growls stirred my soft pulse,
When two hawks briskly took off; then,
A brood; blacks, browns, rose from grass.
In despair, they chirped sharply,
She surged, sighed, resumed her chores,
At once, she saw several; missed one,
And fled the hostile field in disgrace.
At all she cursed the twins, fiercely,
For they, it's just but dusk snacks,
Rare in such a savannah, so stubborn,
A prey ceased even before a torn slice.
A fair fortune in absurd fragility,
How foul to dare steal her success,
The chicks too naive; but not inane,
To think it's better in the safety of shells.
My shaky waves saved the family,
Joyfully I leave; but still her loss,
Now an equivocal tie; who's to gain,
The grassland weaves its lowly issues.
© Francis Maugo
Help me understand;
Why you want me back
The arrogant and heartless Basis.
Was I not your source of grief and nightmares?
Was I not your bondage and source of oppression ?
Help me understand;
Why do you want me back?
After all those series of torment, anguish
And pain you inflicted on my younger heart.
Was I not the the reason behind
Your daily lamentations and wails?
Help me understand;
Are you giving up on your "religion"
And "new form of worship"?
What happened to your new "friends"
That you constantly defended whenever
You could be giving me fake affection?
What happened to your constant "holy pilgrimages"?
Do you want to tolerate sinning with
The devil incarnate Basis?
Help me understand;
What came over you that made you
To want to take me back?
Was I not the arrogant and disgrace to you and
Your new " heavenly compatriots"?
Was I not the big threat to your brighter future?
Was I not the the BA- and not
the BASIS you used to adore?
Help me understand;
Do you want to now kill me
After maiming my heart?
Was it not you who celebrated when
I had to accept your divorce letter despite
My tireless efforts to broker peace between us?
Help me understand
Was it not you and your belated fellow daughters of Jerusalem danced and jubilated
While drinking my blood that was gushing from
My bleeding heart you had maimed?
Help me understand;
Are you on a mission to send me to the grave?
Have you recruited enough "friends"
To come with you and dance on my graveyard?
Kindly help me understand
Why do you want me back
Oh poor me ? son of Maugo.