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Curse words are used by the educated and the ignorant without shame,
and they often appear in lyrics and movies;
what's the scope to divulge such obscenities?
On buses, trains and other public places mouths shout them with rage.
Most parents blame their kids' behavior on bad company,
they admit that if they are taught respect early, they will be the champions
that our society will praise immensely with eloquent words;
some will question, " What have they accomplished to have won a trophy? "
Speak respectfully whether you are a Moslim, Jewish or Christian;
be the model that they should highly admire and imitate by all means,
to be lenient and allow them to cuss is to offer them a venom that kills....
don't hush and let them abuse and demoralize you: fight and win!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
Encountered some drivers
In a mall parking lot
Absolutely blew my li'l ole mind
Rude and obnoxious
Only way to describe 'em
What's with this self absorbed kind
Seems so damn important
To always be first
Are there no more “courteous” drivers
Are they gone with hoop skirts
And Saddle Shoes
Happy to say I'm a survivor
It's much like a war zone
As they race for a space
What's happened, where's chivalry gone
People on crutches
Men stooped over
Fair game for this bunch of morons
I'll get off my soapbox
Attempt to mellow out
What I saw was beyond comprehension
If I used foul language
I'd be just like them
Must be living in different dimension
© Jack Ellison 2013
Stark Raven
On the backs of embers last glowing bones of red
My head half numb from the narcotics
Winter crept on shadows in my room with frozen dread
As a broken raven marched unchallenged in its neurotics
It advanced on me with a hideous craven beak
Repeating my last name which I've since forgotten
It also used foul language which I dare not repeat
My blankets now soiled with sweat and something rotten
Across my bed with sudden jumps, then swaying side to side
Almost like a lullaby, until it shrieked, “Give me my money!”
It was there to collect some stark raven debt or so I surmised
If it wasn't so tragic it would be funny
The dark omen laughed, had gone stark raven mad
I too was not too happy
The situation with this fowl beast has gotten bad
I could kill it but that would be a little tacky
It taunts me till this day
The drugs took hold of me so I can’t move
I can’t even wish or whisper it away
There is nothing left to prove
A winter frost came in with this dark shadow bird on my lost soul
It is the last time I leave the window open and do opium
For being dumb I have to pay the heavy toll
Feed the thing; pay it, along with all the other bums on the curriculum
9/23/14 The Raven Poetry Contest
[An old joke from longer ago than I care to believe]
The wizened war vet raised his fist in distress
Them Fokkers, he said, they kept coming
Each Fokker that came was as bad as the rest
The sky, full of Fokkers, was humming
First there’s one Fokker and then one more Fokker
Them Fokkers was everywhere
But one silly Fokker met Davy Jones locker
And crashed in the sea over there
The reporter then turned to the viewers
And fearing foul language complaints
Advised them that ‘Fokker’ ain't swearing
The Fokker’s were old fighter planes
And Fokkers like every old war plane
We’re flown by the pilots own wits
The vet said a Fokker was as you explain
But them Fokkers was Meschersmidts
gauntlet of mirrors transparency personified
transparency personified when the curtain falls
in an arena of quick sand and impromptu judgement
the stage was well set though actually
it presented itself as rather empty
epic theatre art form at its vacant best
I placed himself at the very manifest epicentre
of concealed and subconscious intentions
would I shed the gauntlet despite sharp sordid shards
sharing poetry soul-stripping and nakedly honest
Freud would think of an electrifying Egopuss complex
Jung’s shadow play might reveal phallic saints on display
until of course Nietzsche found God in Mary Magdalene
a marriage apocalyptically consummated in Dante’s inferno
with four horsemen in G-strings frottageing lust and desire
no contest is real unless the audience may be allowed
to pervert justice or shed more than hypocritical applause
constructive critique does not forbid foul language nor rage
at times I felt deprived when my poetry in the soup’s cauldron
merely attracted kind comments or however heartfelt approval
when I put myself into the lioness’ den I expect to be ravaged
ravaged displaced exposed devoured and put to the stake
a wizard needs fire because talent and flair have to be moulded
publishing poetry is an interaction between consenting partners
otherwise it risks to become pantomime or unilateral megalomania
mirror mirror on the wall am I not the best screwball of them all
where is the podium what is my prize accolade and quilled line squall
a masked persona falls short of the truth and I am the court jester
expect my bells and whistles to jingle as tools for the eloquent fool
tomtoolery when Machiavelli meets de Beauvoir in the boudoir
oh crystal ball kaleidoscope gemstone alchemy of soul and mind
nights in white satin and shining armour pain pleasure and words
words that cannot express my conflict when the prism is smudged
footnotes:
Egopuss complex refers to Oedipus’ gender neutrality, although it could be
viewed as a misspelling for the purulent excretions of Self on autopilot
tomtoolery are male tools of trade and craft, but could I not be the feminine
version
Rodney King said it best.
"Why can't we all just get along?"
Anger is an emotion when unleashed,
it causes harm.
Like firing a gun, you can't take the
bullet back, the damage is already done!
It's a Narcissistic, Psychopathic trait,
to unleash venom, in an uncontrollable way!
No regard for your fellow man and woman,
I must say.
"Remember this, it's not the things you say that matter,
It's the things you don't say."
Treat Others How You Would Want To Be Treated.
No put downs or foul language needed.
Remember it's your reputation showing,
The rocks will come back that you are throwing!
When you hurt someone( Man Up) or( Woman Up) to apologize.
Your a bigger man or woman. When you do whats right.
No one's perfect we all make mistakes,
but get over it, move on, for Pete's Sake.
Michael Tor 10/21/2015
We all sometimes get angry. Anger is an emotion that needs to be controlled. If not it causes harm to where its vented, and instead of you controlling it, it controls you.
We are here on the soup to share the love we have with this art form with one
another. Not to fight with one another. Respect one another and disagree
respectfully. Your reputation is monitored by your actions. Thanks for listening.
Heard at a modern American home in a city near you was a brief dialogue between father and son. A caring dad said to his teenage son: "I will expect that you should watch your language in the lyrics you are writing for your new rap song. So much attention to sex, violence, and dirty words is bad for this world as well as for my outstanding reputation in our very exclusive community".
The intelligent son replied to his dad, "Dad, does that mean that my foul language in entertainment is disgustingly disgraceful, but for you, it is not immoral to defend known felons and other criminals in the court of law, or to tell half-truths and unverifiable lies in politics because it's legal for you to do so? With your words, dad*, you are teaching me values, respect, and morality, but with your words and actions you are also teaching me to lie, steal, cheat, and get rich as quickly as you can any way you can".
012120PSoupCtest, Polarities And Paradoxes, Line Gauthier. 3P *International Standard Version, From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. It should not be like this, my brothers! James 3:10
Breath and walk easily in a night so blue...
under the green branches of the pines;
and see the brisk breeze that lull the daises,
on the trimmed lawns, sparkling with dew!
On this side of town, rain comes frequently,
to make all things grow, and the courteous robins
live peacefully with the jaunty blue-jays ;
what if people who live here acted similarly,
wouldn't love suddenly overflow and immensely gleam...
like an unexpected snow-fall and make everyone dream?
There are no big crowds where one has to jostle,
no sky-scrapers inviting those shadows so thick and frightful;
nobody leaves the lights on and jitters at night...
couples happily stroll down the lit streets and confidently smile!
On this side of town, all stars seem closer and look shiner,
and folks stop and observe their astonishing beauty:
to requite their love, regarding them as friends...
that always listen to their secrets without apathy;
and they see a magnificent creation without error!
In simpler times, life was modest and slow,
kids rode their bikes down a few blocks,
now they play video games and set up awful plots;
they use foul language and slam the door!
On this side of town, poverty is not known as cursed death,
and the beggars don't have to ask for money;
they are fed with the bread of sweet life...
here they find everything: love, joy, comfort and serenity!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
It isn't far off, just take a look around you
No one has a valid reason for doing the things they do
This generation is broken for so many reasons
It's hard to look at them and find anything decent
They have took what's immoral to a much higher level
Starting so young being an advocate for the devil
We're struggling to find the source for the things they lack
Painful memories destroyed, they fight to bring back
Everything is meaningless because they live for the moment
Kids having kids, resulting in lack of development
Who is it that's teaching these kids its ok to sag
Spray painting buildings and representing with a do rag
Foul language in the ear drums with a positive beat
Don't know how to cook but looking to fast food to eat
They look at the elderly as one of their peers
Constantly high off marijuana than to face their fears
Curse words and slang is their daily vocabulary
Being the best they can be is only imaginary
This generation is broken because it isn't the same
Social media forges friendships with people with fake names
Magazines and videos attacking the mindset of young girls
Fake lips, boobs and butt is the vanity filling this world
These kids stay lost and it's not just the parents to blame
If this cycle isn't broken each kid remains the same
The way these kids grow up now is every mother's devastation
It would take extensive training to fix this broken generation.
Blame the parents
for rising their kids
with a foul language...
sins have a wage!
Only respect and morality
make good citizens of society,
but many like to poke fun
at anyone who can't run.
By looking at them one realizes
they came from unstable families:
their mother was a drunker,
and their father an abuser.
One of them wearing a Yankee cap
yells at the limping old lady out of shape,
" Fat cow, how many quarts of milk have gulped tonight?
You didn't wipe off that white mustache! Are you going to fart? "
And the elderly lady replied to that insult
" Watch your language, punk...I can fight! "
" Look at you! You walk like a turtle! "
she challenged her thinking she was feeble.
" Don't threaten me and get me mad, young lady!"
she brazed her legs expecting her
to suddenly fling and attack her;
" I used to play baseball...I'll knock you down easily! "
Taking a grim look at her, the slender and cynical girl
continued to abuse the obese lady by giving her hell,
" Taste this, it's going to hurt! " she yelled by punching the teenager hard
and once down, the motionless, breathless and bloody girl didn't get up.
Everybody panicked, shaking her trying to revive her,
" No pulse! No heartbeat! No breath! She's dead! "
The ambulance came five minutes after to take one to the morgue
and the other to the nearest hospital with a bleeding tongue.
It's very rare for a bizarre behavior to cause a sudden death,
and unfortunately one life was lost because that teen felt tough;
it's a warning to other youngsters, " Avoid such a confrontation
with people you think are too old to fight, always use precaution!"