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Wasted words of Poetical Incorrectness
Words are precious commodities not traded
as their value is just too high.
Words of falsehood are a waste of words
as in time the truth will always negate the lie.
Like running the water when brushing your teeth
is a waste of precious H 2O.
Words said in abundance when there's no one listening
there is a waste there also.
Words that are used when they don't need to be said
is a squandering of valuable assets.
Like a contractor building a house
that will never be used ,lived in or possessed.
Using valuable words to ones, that are unwilling to hear
is a waste of your breath, your ink and your time
Like Jesus said when talking about his opposers
it's like "throwing pearls to the swine".
Superfluous words are a needless repetition
a use of words that is unnecessary
Repeating the same things just so they can be heard
this is a warning to the unwary.
Words that are spoken to those unable to hear
are words that fall on deaf ears
Words that are written that are never read
are wasted words falling like the poets tears
Using unkind words in a heated rage is a waste of
words as they incinerate the page
Sometime later in a calmer state those words are
regretted and usually replaced
In conclusion, my dear fellow poets who write words
of troubled sorrow and eloquence
Let's not waste our precious time, ink and talent
on those who practice poetical incorrectness.
John Derek Hamilton
February 02,2016
In your blazing blood-shot eyes I see
You smolder inside in engulfing anger
The twisted tongue spitting out words
Charged with toxin of the vitriolic mind.
The receptacle of sane sense turns into
Embers erupting out from the wild fire
Shrouded in the spreading smoke of spite
The rays of reason you don’t recognize.
I don’t run away from you to self-heal
Or seek shelter in the den of disregard
Nor do I ignite another flame within me
To face you to feel good in retaliation.
As a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain
Another fire for they burn the linked space
I confront you with composed confidence
The sanctum of my soul you can’t incinerate.
Flow of forgiveness emanates from within
As the embracing nectar of divine fountain
Empathy drenches you in the cool shower
With the touch of absolution dousing the fire.
In the core of the transformed essence
You feel benign breeze of calmness blow
From the settling ashes of repentance
You rise rejuvenated to become much wiser.
May 26, 2021
Contest : Forgiveness
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
phallic action cum mitt tee)
portfolio playboy philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping jerk, jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
New day, same day;
Depression drips
Hot on tortured meat.
Bloated grime and
Still doing time,
For beating shrinks
Just for fun we think.
Of grievous thoughts,
Of solid waste
In dampened corners
And diaper paste.
Spit trash and tinsel,
On souls unmeasured
For your child's redemption,
Or thoughts uncensored.
Back to paradise.
Wrong turns incinerate
Your blood and your mood
These brains incarcerate.
Get forked up into
Some greedy god's mouth.
Limp and lame
To rise up the South.
And your prison is yours
Made out of rock
And fried dung heaps of verbs
And fool's nouns and slop.
And the Words continue
As if looking for bliss
That you can dive into,
Just another swing and a miss.
One addiction, one penny
One car and one wreck
We kiss so slightly
The nape of the neck.
Of time driven to sorrow
Time is sliced into fours:
Drinking, dancing
Pills and a whore.
Jump and swirl.
Blasae blah.
All gumption is gone
Hallelujah.
divulgation of your shortcomings
came too quickly
we inhabit different spectrum locations
your chambers are heated
my feet are too cold
so I run
told you I'll travel
you asked – where and if I'm going to bring you something
bought you something
and left it to myself
so I can be reminded
in the end
I didn't surrender it to you
my words won't wear your surname
they are just passersby
through your warm palette
won't leave any imprint
and you threatened to
become my blueprint
it sounded like floating in sparkling lake
and annunciation of blood
is trying to suffocate me in that iron midst
as your eyes are attempting to detour from heavy conversations
that special room where
you said you've folded me
became overcrowded
so I run
instead of coming after me
your blistering penetration
fractured my muscle
and left in vast taint
which overflowed through colors
bruising the sanity of my expectancy
I did it again
by premature innocence
thought this time
you won't incinerate me
now those particles
are shading
your barriers
trying to punish me
with that silent treatment
won't dye
the sound of my colors
I'm engraved in your canvas
Do we allow the compelling mind to control our unwilling steps?
Do they obey or deviate from the path smeared with insecurities?
Isn't it sad to seek unfairness instead of much desirable closeness?
Many have adopted this absurd concept that leads to nothingness!
Incredulity is the changeless anthem of the cynical and the stubborn,
within their unyielding spirit lies the ultimate reason of self-treason;
they won't settle for anything less than a bundle of useless allusions:
their trust spurs from doubt, their anger can incinerate aspirations!
" Quell clamorous voices, hush their madness before unrest rises! "
Is this suppression or plain ignorance to compare the final outcome?
The enraged Vaillant emerges from the cussing crowd and shouts,
" Isn't it sad to seek unfairness and desert others that show pride? "
" We'll be defeated and furthermore humiliated, whipped or stoned
in public squares and the mob, as always, is devoid of conscience. "
No interlude can spare lives, no pardon from popes in fancy robe;
no tears from sobbing mothers can halt the ax that drips blood! "
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend -
Martin Luther King Jr.
In your eyes I see you burn inside in the fire of anger,
the tongue spitting out the dirt of the vitriolic mind,
the sense of sanity turning into soaring ashes of rage,
shrouded in smoke you lose the threads of reason.
I don’t run away from you, seeking a safe seclusion,
nor do I retaliate igniting another flame to sear,
for fire can’t extinguish nor can it contain any fire.
I embrace you with my soul, you can’t incinerate.
I emanate from my heart the fervent fountain of love,
drenching you with the cool shower of compassion.
From the edge of mental wreck you emerge composed,
rise from the debris of repentance, wisely transformed.
October 18, 2020
Contest : Quotable
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
My soul wanders in the dark alley within
with my being plunged in the pitfall of dismay.
The indistinct frailty future uncertain
casts sordid shadow of anguish
that condenses into deep darkness,
engulfing my essence in Tamasic nothingness.
The flame of Christ is then ignited within me
to incinerate the spreading wings of ego,
glow the realigned elements of the dormant spirit,
guide me away from the mirage of opulence,
and flash in the mindscape the sagacious sense,
not to be allured by Rajasic impermanence.
Freed from the errant life’s morbid web,
the cleansed soul shines with Christ consciousness
within the cauldron of timeless deep silence,
where the joy of living resonates with love.
As the rays of insight radiate from the abyss,
I am suffused with sublime Sattvaic bliss.
_________________
June 15, 2022
Contest : Threefold Flame Of Christ
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Your name leaves a bruise on my lips,
like a ghost that lingers, life to strip,
with eyes that threaten as they smile
and a voice that cuts, low and vile.
My heart cries out in silence dark,
which you incinerate with careless spark.
Your compassion's rage rules my life,
twisting love into chains, sharpening strife.
I speak my truth and ask for grace,
but you twist my words, my meaning erase.
I fear to go, yet I fear to stay,
caught in shadows that can’t fade away.
A whirlwind controls my destiny
while I yearn for peace, a life set free.
My words are measured, slow, and strained,
by the scars your lies have stained.
Though I take care to see your point,
you bend my will, every word disjoint.
My hands won't rise to defend,
but my spirit fights, it will not bend.
My feet won't take my flesh away,
yet my heart dares to dream a brighter day.
My eyes can't see a different path,
but my soul feeds a righteous wrath.
My ears no longer know the truth,
yet hope whispers softly, a spark of youth.
I taste the blood, its copper tang,
bitter as the cage from which I hang.
I split apart, I separate,
shedding chains as I recreate.
Then back together inside my skin,
I find the strength to begin again.
And face your compassionate rage
with a will unbroken, stepping off your stage.
Have you ever lost yourself in a mist,
that surrounds so close you can't see your fist,
when everywhere you look there's fog to be found,
a reality where gravity weighs you down.
When every single breath you breathe feeds and grows a hate,
forming from feeling too heavy to move co-ordinates.
Like a dream trying to move but staying stationary,
going from two feet to all fours draining energy.
Depression's a mental block that locks you in,
then anxiety appears and both start mocking.
Teaming up to kill your motivation and desire,
which is replaced by intimidation and barbwire.
Harming 'til you're a hermit forever hurting,
starving passion to the limit emotion murdering,
and all that you have is anger seeping hot air,
rising to remove fog above, not elsewhere.
And all you want to do is fly and bird it,
combine these imposters into one and burn it,
incinerate this pair with the fumes of a dragon,
'cus you're sick to death of this hell as it drags on.
You want to show all the world that you're strong,
but attempts to change things always go wrong,
leaving suicide looking like it's the way out,
but like all other ideas the thought's a doubt.
So instead you sit and hope for a sun rise,
while penning these rhymes out 'cus it seems wise,
when for just a few minutes it stops cries inside,
and for just a few minutes the pain is denied.