Long Dishonour Poems
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Lies. All lies
You are lying
But do you also realise u are lying to urself
Who have you become
Where have you gone
And look how you are right now
You hang out with liars who normalise lying
They lie day in and day out,
Defending themselves that they just lie lesser
And you, of them all, are the worst
Well, you have lied to yourself, haven't you
You have become an imposter of your own identity trying to create these stories.
You're just a loser who couldn't own your emotions
You've just fallen into a loop of creating stories and reactions but your own feelings seem to have been lost where you can't find them.
Isn't it sad how you based off yourself on someone's else's action.
Is she still in your head so much that you put on a cloak of someone you want to be.
You're on your guard 24/7 and restlessly try to be savage, an alpha.
But your heart isn't quite that, is it?
You know your heart is somewhere it doesn't belong. In a place nobody cares, wants, knows your heart like she did.
She did know it, didn't she?
How miserable it is that you just want a replacement. How pitiful that you dishonour her behind her back and yet still crave what she had given you.
How mercilessly you boasted on your status and how unfortunately you lost it all in few months.
However, Congratulations, you're a liar.
A Flock of Startled Birds
He had sat for an hour on a long, low, flat rock,
He had checked himself over from bald patch to sock.
His leather shoes burnished to a mirror-like shine,
Tie ironed flat – a perfect straight line.
Trouser legs spotless, each one like a razor
Creases removed from a freshly-pressed blazer.
Beside him his beret, shaped, shaven and fitted.
Medals on chest at the spacing permitted.
A lifetime of honour, in metal and ribbon,
Scant recompense for the services given.
On the rock, gleaming black in the late evening sun
A Webley revolver – his Grandfather’s gun.
Then drawing himself up and heaving a sigh
He stood and was conscious of time slipping by
The sun was still shining but the far hills were dim
He knew that there wasn’t much time left to him.
No friends, no family, no future but pain
Nothing but memories of comrades, all slain.
The only survivor, he felt like a thief,
His mind filled with torment, dishonour and grief.
A lifetime of desperately trying to mourn
Till the shame and remorse were too much to be borne.
He put on his beret, threw up a salute.
A pang of fear stabbed, but he stood resolute.
With one hand in pocket he searched till he found;
Then picked up the revolver and chambered a round.
Near the rock, at his feet, lay a bottomless cave
Unmarked, uncorrupted, an ideal grave.
He stepped to the edge, raised the gun to his brow
“We all have our time,” he thought, “my time is now.”
As he tightened his finger, a calmness descended
In a moment the anguish and pain would be ended.
It was all he could do to defeat the despair.
Then a small flock of startled birds took to the air.
“Maverick”
Mavericks are made
in the silence
spent
where
freedom
is kept locked tight
in solitary confinement
moments melting
down visceral pain
through love
and
loveless madness
fierce swords are
grown from what’s
left of the shattered
Heart’s core
self-belief taken up again
intellect fox cunning
running the gauntlets
between the
dishonour guards
in Hell’s burning rain
Majesties are silver spoon
and coddled born
Mavericks are delivered
from hot kitchens and
cool as milk made
to lead
Warriors Brave
through
The Storm
Mavericks are made
to reign
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"I am the master of my sea"
Maverick
An unorthodox or independent-minded person.
The Great Illusionist
You tried to defeat the beast
But failed to bring them your truth and virtue
The people’s hearts showed no mercy
The master servant of the people
And all they did was put you on the highest steeple
The steeple of shame and dishonour
The hypocrisy installed its father
And the whip, its main device
And now in these modern times
Far from your glory past
We are all tamed by the same structure, system and class
Your words do live on though greatly misunderstood
And now in such worlds divided we are lost
Lost without our guide and your guidance
Removed from your whispers and philosophy
Distilled in absolute silence
But thank you for trying and being exceptional in your deeds
We only can take your words though, assumptions mislead
And when we go about our business as slaves within the boundaries
Of this order we can only blame ourselves
For our ignorance, selfishness and cowardice
We ourselves have clamped our lives
With sins, troubles and strife
We put ourselves on the sacrifice of falsehood
I watched a documentary on India
where a fourteen year old girl
had acid thrown over her face and body
because she didn't want to talk to a boy
Get a life people
perhaps she didn't talk
because you were violent
your act speaks volumes
parents state you will marry this boy
yet it is their body and their life
granted with love
sometime's, adults make better decisions
yet you punish your child
for taking the right
to control their life
they dishonour the family
does not inflicting pain dishonour the family
does not killing your child dishonour the family
does not throwing acid dishonour the family
the world looks on and see's no honour
You create a dowry
to give your child a head start
but now the dowry spoils the male
and create's the death of your girls
you spoil your men
treating them as Gods
yet treat your girls as slaves
honour comes from hard work
the child that goes to work everyday
create's honour
the child that get a good education
create's honour
teaching the male's to demand dowry's
does not bring you honour
loving all your children equally
brings you honour
If my child had been born
I would have loved her
If my child had made a mistake
and gotten pregnant I would have cared
I would have stepped up to help
I would have looked after the child
well she continued to get her education
I would have allowed love to gain honour
You throw your girls away
to save you paying the dowry
I think you should throw the dowry away
to save your girls.
Stand up for life and stop the dowry.
And those members of the body which we think to be less honorable, on these we bestow greater honor; and our unpresentable parts have greater modesty, but our presentable parts have no need. But God composed the body, having given greater honor to that part which lacks it, (I Corinthians 12:23, 24 NKJV)
It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were thrown into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones. (Luke 17:2 NKJV)
To dishonour the honourable
To abuse it's innocence
A forever fact
Is an evil cradling.
The offence of sexual abuse
Bruises the tender parts...
Of the heart
And soul
And mind
And smile.
But healing comes from the God-view
That the dishonoured has greater honour
That He is the avenger
For those whom lack.
And there is much provision that heals...
The heart
The soul
The mind
The smile.
To those dishonoured...you have great honour from the One most entitled to give it.
I am all the people who came before me And I am all the people who will come after me
This is an ode to all of our ancestors Just because we don't all share the same blood Does not not mean that we are not one
To me inheritance Isn't just about family But communal experiences
I inherited my voice From those who were silenced but not quiet
I inherited my purpose From those who didn't get justice
I inherited my essence From ghosts Of our ancestors
I inherited the power of love A force stronger than the hatred They shoved down our throats
I inherited the strength From those who dared to go against the system
What I honour is every black life who fought, spoke and died for us And it would be a dishonour to keep quiet and not speak up
And to them I'm very thankful
And my children will inherit All of the above
An ode to our ancestors
Tail Trauma
I’m a Cat (fancy that) and my tail went all droopy.
When I came in with it all bent, it sent my oomans loopy.
She started making phone calls, he put on shoes and socks,
They shut me in, they pinned me down and stuffed me in a box.
I’d only come home for an hour, a midnight break in hunting,
I never thought I’d suffer such humiliating shunting.
If I had known my tail would create such an awful worry
I might have stayed out later; not come home in too much hurry.
I’d only had a little fight, a minor feline quarrel.
No acts of real violence, not awful or immoral.
But I had copped a tail-bite, which made the end go numb.
Didn’t think that much of it, I still could feel my bum.
And so they dragged me to the vet, that place of such dishonour.
I could truly bite my folks for that. You know, I really wanna.
Squeezed and shaved, stabbed and prodded. The worst was mainly where
He shoved that cold thermometer – that’s nobody’s affair!
So here I am all poked about, my tail looks like a dumb-bell
My oomans just don’t realise that in feline terms, that’s some hell!
I guess they did their best for me, but for what I’ve undergone,
Until I’m ready to forgive – petting rights withdrawn!
A broken Home is
Not only when parents got divorce
Nor when one parent died.
It is a broken Home
When both parents are alive but there's no love.
When there's no unity,
Each has its own desire to reign.
Sometime one impose their own will to the rest of the members
Parents wants their children to abide by their rules
However cruel and selfish that is
Children learnt dishonesty and dishonour their parents
Siblings fight and never yearn each other's companionship
Sometime one of the family member engaged in substance addiction
It made life even harder
Often times i felt alone growing up
I felt angry and ashamed
I tried to unlearnt what I have accumulated from home
But mostly i failed
Dark things Pierce through and initiate settlement
The night felt so long
I was almost on the verge of giving up
But one thing that kept me going,
Why should I die so young?
Let me be a fragment of hope for someone's like me
Let me lent my shoulder for someone to cry on
Let me lit a candle for someone to see through
Let me be a voice for someone ignored
Let me be as God created me to be
Let me dream dreams even if my wings have hole
Even if my heart has been stitched
Even if my tears never stop wetting my pillows
I will live
I will love
I will care
Let's live let's sing let's dance.
Form:
God is the sovereign God
who is equally sovereign and merciful
He's decided according to His wise decree
those that will bow before His rule
It's not dependent on human will
nor any of your own exertion
but wholly of God's loving mercy
such is His unfailing compassion
Scripture declares God told Pharaoh
I raised you up by my almighty power
to show it in my sovereign purpose
for My name be proclaimed like a divine shower
The mercy of God falls on His choice
those chosen by His irresistible grace
for God has mercy on who He will
this is God author of Redemption's case
The potter has authority over the clay
making one for His honourable use
the other fitted for dishonourable
but only God's sovereignty can choose
Let's give thanks to this God
for mercy unearned and undeserved
to us who deserve His wrath
receive salvation freely preserved
AUTHOR NOTES: Romans 9:15-21(KJV) For he saith to Moses, I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion. So then it is not of him that willeth, nor of him that runneth, but of God that sheweth mercy. For the scripture saith unto Pharaoh, Even for this same purpose have I raised thee up, that I might shew my power in thee, and that my name might be declared throughout all the earth. Therefore hath he mercy on whom he will have mercy, and whom he will he hardeneth. Thou wilt say then unto me, Why doth he yet find fault? For who hath resisted his will? Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?