Long Guilty Poems
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No tears tonight,
audience awaiting the final collapse,
your final adios
and once you hit the ground, they'll be waiting,
ready for applause,
that final shot from the revolver
and as you stay strong
"stay as strong as you can be"
the advice seems so worthless now-
infront of me
while I stand before you,
knife in hand while I wave it backwards and it pierces,
hole deepening,
in the guilty depth of letting you go,
pretending to be strong,
pretending to move on
but you stand there smiling
and during the finale,
the wound bleeds,
mind in heart, soaked by past tears,
now wettened with that last goodbye,
that last
tear.
Form:
guilty as charged
i stole it tall
every consonant
every vowel
every word
every sentence
plagiarized
the ocean
in its unique shades of blues and greens
combined and blended to create
its very own colour
a tint i call ocean brave
covered in water
topped off in water
surrounded by water
immersed in water
stunning
the ocean
plagiarized
the beach
in unique shades of beiges and whites
combined and blended to create
a brand new fabric
they call it whiskey white
a trillion grains
parts unknown
the total sum of all
unified to act as one
the beach
plagiarized
the cloud
in unique shades of this and that
combined and blended to create
mystery
spin the wheel if you wish
a blank pallet- blush
a perfectly complex complexion- luminous
coloured in soft and titillating to the touch- pigment
oh the touch- intense
light as air
immaculate
the cloud
plagiarized
the living
in unique shades of everything
combined and blended to create
a cornucopia of finishes, stains
combined and blended
the world of the living
with all its bells and whistles
the unmitigated
the undisputed overall
the living
plagiarized
guilty as charged
i stole it all
every consonant
every vowel
every word
every sentence
everything
i see
i feel
i invent
i write
everything
plagiarized
from just a glimpse of you
i am wonderfully, joyfully
sick in love and you are everything i do
guilty as charged
all of it
plagiarized
The time I've wasted has gone to waste
Wasting my time wanting your attention, why does our friendship have to be so complicated? Why do I have to watch you throw me away like a toy?
These feelings are consuming me alive while you just take everything from my soul away but your smell is consuming me alive, wanting me to be manipulated and wanting to make me think about eating you alive
Torturing me for months like I'm just a useless vampire, you knew I loved you but you trapped and hid me away. You are so ing stupid of my intentions
The attention you gave me just caused my hunger, eating you alive made me feel so guilty, so selfish of me but you did this to me.
I loved you and you manipulated me but you couldn't have known you did and now your flesh will live inside me, until I die next to you.
i.
In the desolate river that once held my peace,
It held me, coaxed me, told me to be at ease.
It kept me, embraced me in the shades of red,
This flame made me stand away from my bed,
So that I’d venture past the tears I shed.
While I fought dragons in my bed asleep,
I fought my well-kept words when I awoke.
But today, after I slew the dragons,
I sought a golden thread through oblivion.
Led me to a bar, a beauty criterion.
I watched from the glass dome afar,
Then I looked at the people; they were
Drunk in love, poets sang poems in a blur.
They swung sonnets like blades in battle,
And their clocks went out ticking in a rattle.
ii.
They were drunk on dirty drinks by the fires.
He was a poet, unlike me, a madman.
The candle was so much greater as a fighter;
It was the folk that guided him higher.
That was when he wrote, his words burned fire.
The candle stood tall in its dimly lit stature.
It lit the heart when you do fall in love,
But it burns too harshly, too great to measure.
He charmed the candle, fostered the ember.
They kept him waiting, standing forever.
iii.
After it ended and the air turned cold,
He lay upon the soft wooden floor.
His shape forms his mold, as he
Stared eye to eye with the candle.
It was his only guide through every gamble.
He whispered to it like it was his friend.
It held the same, but with a tint of red.
It’s flame lit him when he wrote, after all.
The candle knew secrets that he had hidden
Even when he was a tiger, a kid.
And I sat there like a crude bug,
Silent, as I was guilty of choking
Life out of a man, like it was a hug.
Then I touched the candle’s burnt knife,
It told me I’ll climb to heaven in time.
Stunning woman
so caught up in jealousy,
at the height of your vanity;
my tender looks
and unheard,sweet words
wouldn't be of your concern!
Always remember...
my instincts can't be wrong,
because I have the courage
to pull out of this mess instantly
and not be a bit outraged...
as if you never had me
in your unfaithful and silly heart!
Always remember..
what was like before:
to trust each other with honesty!
Find me guilty of deception,
tear me apart without compassion;
I've survived the worst...
to let humiliation pay the cost!
Always remember...
my instincts aren't wrong;
foolishness is like blidness:
it can make you lose sight
of what's really right
and make you feel worse,not better!
And if truth doesn't teach you much,
what's the use of dragging along?
Tommorrow,I won't be there...sweety,
to help you deal with your misery,
sadness and regret;
and if that's the only painful way
to punish yourself:
don't waste your life away!
Sweetheart...my instincts can't be wrong:
like the true words of my sad song!
Growing tired of taking fame’s name in vain
So guilty for taking God’s name that way…
I’ll admit, I cussed a lot in the past – I’m a weed grain
Tonight is not my night let’s just say…but hey…
I missed the conversation’s topic in the group
I’m in my own head, thinking things through
I don’t mean to be a snoop…oopsiedandilionsthatdroop
I make up words…so what? It’s okay to be creative, ok? You would too if you were bored of the English language and its limitations…nothing old, nothing new…
Davidlish is the #1 made-up English
Williamlish is the #2 made-up English
Breidenthallish is the #3 made-up English
I’m complicated and I don’t know the meaning behind it…it’s legit!!
I don’t know why I’m different from the others, it bothers me and it doesn’t all at once…at once…
I’m landing perfectly imperfect like an aircar after a freaky flight’s fit
“What’s wrong with being…what’s wrong with being…what’s wrong with confident” – Demi Lovato “Confident” …. I expect no response...in a pro and con way – fenced in by no response
Truth drowns in pixels, one click at a time
While falsehoods spread faster than summer wildfire
We scroll and we swipe, consuming the lies
Each share button pressed makes deception rise higher
They dress it in headlines that scream to be read
Package poison in posts that are perfectly spread
Algorithm-approved, bot-amplified.
Until, fiction feels realer than what's verified
"Did you hear?" they whisper, through fiber optic veins
"They're hiding the truth!" – paranoia reigns
Conspiracy theorists spin tales in the night
While fact-checkers chase them with diminishing light
We're all guilty here, in this game that we play.
Forwarding fragments without checking the way
It's easier to believe what confirms what we know
Than to question the sources of info we show
In this echo chamber, we're losing our way.
Where deep-fakes dance and truth starts to sway
Each viral story builds walls in our minds
Until we can't see past the lies we're behind
But listen;
There's power in pausing before we proceed
In asking "Who profits from making me believe?"
In remembering wisdom isn't found in a feed
And truth isn't measured by how fast we speed
So let's break these chains of digital deceit
Face uncomfortable facts, make knowledge complete
'Cause the real revolution isn't sharing the lie
But standing in truth when the world asks us "Why?"
Now tell me –
What stories are you letting define your sight?
What whispers of falsehood keep you up at night?
The truth may be harder, but it sets us free
From the beautiful prison of what we wish could be
There are words that I want to say to the corrupt judges
But I am too civilized and decent to put them on paper
Most judges in this mess have their brain on crutches
They collude with double-dealing lawyers who beg for favor
The system is illogical, arbitrary, unjust, unfair and impartial
Justice once existed in the Bible. These days, lying isn't illegal
Believe it or not, everybody lies in court: the shady counsels
The grouchy judges, the guilty and outrageous plaintiffs
Except the innocent defendants. Great actors tend to be stiff
It's like watching Tartuffe performing in theater of the imbeciles
This is a joke watching these guys faking it all the way to the banks
Performing like legendary actors and like ants who know well the links
Surrounded by body guards who are fully aware of how the system
Works. The accused is guilty until you prove that he/she is innocent
That a heinous or egregious crime was committed. Money is the stem
Of all evils. This is a world where few people are good, fair and decent
Liars wear robes too sometimes. They are disguised like the dancers
Of the Congo bands, instead of holding gavels, they carry deadly torches
Injustice is for sale, the lowest bidder always wins. Yes, there are winners:
The crooked judges, the lying lawyers, the cheaters and the sad mooches.
Copyright © March 2019, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is a writer in many languages.
“Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them—do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem? I tell you, no! But unless you repent, you too will all perish”
(Luke 13:4–5)
Sweet bitter bite
stirs the tree snake — Eden’s crumbling.
The seed of Eve trembling...petals turn white.
Adamic-tongue fumbling.
Father of lights, his promise to the flailing man —
sepulcher - womb of new beginnings, a good plan.
Flickering windows! Falling clan.
Dueling swords plunge into deep soil — the warring heights.
6/16/2019
Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
God I thank for His love midst grace bounty
along mercy of sweet serenity…
His bestowed existence-breath’s verity
daily propels blest productivity…
His gift of life throughout eternity
assures me wondrous redemption surety…
His granted trust-propped faith-gripped faculty
brings forgiveness when confessed as guilty…
His endowed jubilation’s purity
cheers my soul, vanquishing anxiety…
His steadfast truth and precepts’ certainty
proves the Scriptures’ immutability…
His promises bracing security
guard me against skeptic doubt’s vanity…
His wisdom of guidance tenacity
gears toward stewardship capacity…
His power in worshipful praise beauty
enables service opportunity…
His presence ensuring peaceful safety
upholds my prayer to the Almighty.
1Timothy 1:12 And I thank Christ Jesus our Lord, who hath enabled me, for that he counted me faithful, putting me into the ministry.
March 17, 2021
2nd place, "List With A Twist" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charles Messina; judged on 4/17/2021.