Long Misanthropic Poems
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One does not stamp out radicalism
any more than one outspends capitalism
or fights successfully against militarism
or overpowers totalitarianism.
We might fade out radicalism,
co-invest capital in cooperative objectives for health,
discern together removing threats of mutually assured violence
and democratize polycultural empowerment
by inviting therapy through all natural-spiritual nondual valuables,
dynamics and animations
within Earth's ecosystemic
universally open spacetime network.
How does it help to invite healing
by calling profound mental unbalance
cowardice?
Why choose the epithet "coward"
to describe terrorizing violent behavior
intent
thoughts against those who intend no active harm
to radicalized perpetrators?
Perhaps this is cowardly behavior
but this is not the first
or most significant
word coming to my mind.
This speaks of fear and anger
and chronically invested misanthropic hatreds,
fueled by competing over-heated environments,
internal and external.
To speak cowardice
to paranoia and ego-distorted sickness
only adds fuel to flames
we would more therapeutically abate
by inviting cultures of deep learning integrity
profoundly sacred ecology
multiculturally and polypathically seen and known
and felt,
inviting mutual embrace of fears
and angers
and lingering learned distrusts.
Chronic stamping on each other,
over each other,
causes further radicalism.
Chronic over-investing in WinLose strategies
caused ravages of capitalism,
dimming richer denser potential
within cooperative ownership and investment
of both capital and equity,
deductive minds and inductive hearts.
Chronic climates of advanced industrial militarism
cause further defaults toward competing
by violent fighting and threat.
Chronic ecopolitical overpowering
of those who feel angry and scared,
left out and behind,
fearful and terrified by violence,
their own and others'
stamping and stomping,
invites further totalitarian plutocracies,
rather than profoundly radical
healthy cooperatives
of growing nutritional democracy
of and for and by and through fair integrity,
cooperative trusting liberty
outshining rights of static freedom.
Occasionally we should expose the wackier lobe of the brain
in order to better appreciate the more sensible side of the mind.
~THIS is one of those times...
I capriole between my arabesques
fugaciously spasmodic in fluxes and leaps
indifferent to their misanthropic mocking
and cheeky syncopated schisms
BUT LET THEM SCOFF!
I derogate their arrogance
in silent smirking repudiation
for they know not of the decoctions
spating rapidly through my veins,
nor of the massive assemblage
of my miscelany grey and white matter.
The mordant humor of this absurdity
is that I am irrationally rational...
psychotically speaking;
I am dripping with percipience
sagaciously intelligent beyond the measure
of those cretins who kvetch, pule, and postulate
that I am strabismic and nonsensical as a loon.
After reading this write of gelastic absurdity,
it's become mereticiously opaque to me
that my discourse is oxymoronic, OR
I am a dimwitted addlepate.
There is more than one kind of crazy!
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A translated version of the above nonsense,
so now Jan doesn't think she's hopelessly lost.
I dance as if I were a ballerina,
a total klutz, but I don't care
if they laugh at me.
LET THEM MAKE FUN!
I don't care if they smirk at me because
they don't know what I feel or think.
The funny part of my silliness is that
I'm really rational, pretending not to be.
I'm really smarter than I look or act
so let those idiots say that I'm
as crazy as a loon.
Now that I've read these words,
it's clear to me that nothing I've
written is clear. Soooo....
I'm either clever at writing an oxymoron
OR I'm crazy.
Mysterious mime or calculating creature
Misanthropic recluse or doting benefactor
Shallow Charlatan or discerning teacher
Obstinate hauteur or modest beseecher
Erudite miser or innovative vizier
Bridled subordinate or confident mentor
Repressed miscreant or extroverted courtier
Natural predator or nurtured fancier
Meager cipher or extravagant couture
Perennial malcontent or persistent pacifier
Venal provocateur or unremitting stabilizer
Wavering transient or steadfast accompanier
Pessimistic mentality or positive reinforcer
Incessant doubter or faithful believer
Opportunistic voyeur or resolute lover
Impulsive actor or objective personifier
jaundiced spiritual heart and mind-
"Bitter am I
Resentful of your lit voice thoughts
Cynical “sigh” is this all you got
My rage is my tumors, enraged is my stupor
Soured my lips poison distorted
As forth in my ignorant I am bile
Running from my here and now
Disenchanted romancing the thought of you getting more than me
Disillusioned that we are the same
Disappointed because you hold the reign
Pessimistic at opt I’m all you got
Skeptical intermission unfaithful decision
Distrustful suspicious misanthropic
Jealous because what you got and don’t got
Envious of your wares, do you even care
Narrow-minded my hatred cause your skin is______?
Bigoted prejudiced what I got left
My spirit,
My mind
My heart and soul
My lips and tongue
May we one day unshackle our consciousness from bondage,
To our deep rooted narrowness surprise?
Guess what we’re just jaundiced"
-jaundiced spiritual heart and mind
7/1/21
10th Place. PLACEMENT IN CONTEST
For Jaundiced Eye Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Mene: Numbered.
The number of my loves was few but each brought me to heaven.
A gentle spirit with a beautiful mind and an elegant body, now a yoga teacher imparting her inner magnificence to world.
A sexy little creature, exciting, misanthropic and brimming with insight.
A tortured soul with dozens of faces and personalities, introspective and poetic and now dead at 25.
And two luminous spirits, hearts full of light and creative passion, producing beautiful artwork and enriching the lives around them with their resplendor.
Tekel: Weighed.
My heart has been weighed and found heavy with memories.
When Michelle and I ran at 5 in the morning through the woods to the riverside, and I held her topless on a rock outcropping as we watched the sun rise.
When Layo sang "can't bring me down" and danced up and down and I kissed her all over her face.
When Michele undressed on the side of the lake and I penetrated her, and her skin had marks of pine needles when she stood up.
When Lisbeth missed her meetings at work so that we could climb trees and jump over streams and play with the clouds.
When Julia swam behind me and let me lean back into her and said "Let me be your ocean" and I asked if I could marry her and she said "Maybe," then swam away and came back and said, "I mean yes."
Uparsin: Divided.
I am divided among my loves and have given all of them pieces of me while retaining inside me their residue.
It is said that people keep objects of their loved ones to keep a memory of them alive.
I keep pieces of my loves - they live in me and I live in them, an interlocking hyperdimensional union that resembles the Holy Trinity and interconnectivity of Buddha and the Universe.
And I in them, them in me, create a unity that is divided so that it can be reuinited; weighed so that it be rendered weightless; and numbered so that through it infinity can be achieved.
The numbering, weighing, and dividing of my heart was done for the sake of achieving Heaven, that it could live through me and with my blood write its message - mene, mene, tekel, uparsin - upon the wall.
Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté
Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles
Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery
Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
Retrospective Inclinations
Inclinations toward the philosophical nature of mankind
Imitations of awe and wonder and the subtly refined
Insinuations of an action that is considered ill-defined
Illuminations of the atmosphere that circulates in her mind
Catastrophic consequences for those who refuse to consider cost
Misanthropic measures as they contemplate what they have lost
Philharmonic overtures that adorn the cultured and the loft
Telescopic telomeres that combine technology as she seems soft
Incorporations of conversations that imply a sense of dread
Consolidations of invitations that leave the bride unwed
Palpitations of consecrations that conjure inside her head
Affirmations of visitations that come and go from her bed
Luminous possibility among the distorted convolution
Furious credibility that promotes a transfigured delusion
Spurious eligibility as she writhed about in confusion
Injurious sensibilities that draw unnecessary conclusions
Awakening contemplations that preside in elevated thought
Mistaking conversations for something that can be bought
Berating intonations for a concept that needs to be fought
Negating imitations of a notion that is over wrought
Visionary eloquence forming from the twighlight sky
I am weary of the inference as the tears well in my eyes
Timothy Leary fades into irrelevance as the earth begins to die
Commissary for the petulance I feel from the nature of mankind
Radiance and insight fight for grace and kindness to emerge undefeated
The gradients of light that fractal outwards when repeated
Innocence and delight combine to have the malevolent deleted
Convalesce inside the retrospective thought that you have completed
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
TransGender Women of Color, have the advantage
in a white male dominant culture,
have an advantage
for finding therapeutic tools
for awareness of marginalizing
traumatic business as usual
weapons against Earth's universal health care.
Just as RightBrain co-investors
in sharing traumatic fear
and therapeutic love feelings
have the open awareness advantage
in a LeftBrain dominant tragic/comedic
ZeroSum
closed-system
degenerating
entropic
misanthropic monoculture
Cooperatively finding Left/Right win/win co-operative
resonant potential
where Republican wealthy capitalists
must live unliberties of dissonance
with all that great spiritual leaders have taught
about compassion
experiencing nonviolence
and sacred integrity of co-empathic
co-investment narratives in
and on
and under
and above
Whole OpenSystemic Earth.
I wish there were more middle-range,
more passionate mediation space,
more sacred forgiving pace,
less racing
avidly terrified of insufficient
human profit place,
A more comforting
short-term purgatory
between RightWing
"Vengeance is Mine"
saith The SWM Lord
And quasi-liberated LeftWing
"Seize Our Feminist SelfServing Day"
Ignoring spacious win/win potential
sharing stories
of when our species
has best grabbed hold
of Self/Other Empowering Ways
to co-operate humane multicultural
interreligious integrity
with EarthPatriotic polycultural
interdependent synergy
No longer ignoring,
but rather inviting,
our potential,
historical,
polycultural loving
and curious,
engaging,
mysteriously regenerative
EarthEmpowering Nights
Reflecting stardust bright
comforting integrity,
agreeing to agree
with therapeutic loving peace
personal stories
politically empowering
Engaging cooperative embrace
with constant curiosity
rather than settling for saving face
midst mindless mediocrity
Settling for another story
of anxious loss
and fear
that not only I don't count,
but we don't matter
When traumatic win/lose risks
outweigh therapeutic win/win
co-passionately cooperative,
curiously co-empathic
opportunities.
Ink Empress is my muse
Her poetry takes takes me away
To the land of butterflies and gems
Her metaphors are unique
Enlightening me to the fullest
I’m indeed impressed
And wow! What a vocabulary
I constantly have to look her words up
So I can fully embrace her wonderfulness
I’ve become a misanthropic lonely person
After my divorce
But Ink’s words restore my faith
When I need a lift
I go to Ink’s prose
And there I find happiness
While others go about their business
I sit and I wait
For what Ink will post next!
Thank you Ink for being such a delight
In a world that has turned so cold
You are the fire that warms us all
"Reading comics can take you to a happy place, so one can be a lot less misanthropic" by Poet
I have always been a loner, an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
often, I feel lost and forgotten
sinking in an ocean of pain unspoken
been banned, shunned and stabbed by life's daggers
this has left my soul in tatters
I have always been a loner, an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
I'm no Hellboy just a guy with a broken heart
being hunted by rabid sharks that dart
but, I do no harm to anyone, I'm a good guy
this hunting is wrong and I ask why, why
I have always been a loner, an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
I like this life as an outsider and will be this until I die
because it's been a wild journey that I ride
I spend time reading comics of my hero Moon Knight
he soothes and calms me from fear and fright
don't judge me by what others say
not a saint, not a sinner just a guy trying each day
I have always been an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider
I have always been an outsider
like a real life comic book Ghost Rider