Long Niceness Poems
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The betrayal of the white liberals
Is one so peculiar
For a party that claims allyship
Why are black people not invited
Or?
Do you already have your token
To show you are open
To the lie of progression
The covert nature of your motive
Is a secret that is no longer hidden
No tear shed for yet another innocent black victim
But outspoken to defend a republican
Then again
Birds of the same feather must stick together
The pitiful pretence of support you perform
Is evil only a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' could have
They move as if they are sleeper cell spies
Rising only for a white man's death
To them race comes before politics
White liberals 'care' until it comes to defending whiteness
They are just cowards dressed up in a cloak of 'niceness'
What? -
All to prove your differences
Or
Just as a way to boost your views
Acting like the odd one out with your 'individualistic' truths
Spare me your drawn on wounds
Especially when you have never had to walk a day in our shoes
Beautiful! Sparkly winter magic. Icy crystals smiled at us. A cheer went up.
Children who refused to wake up for school arrived on Deadman’s Hill by seven. Happy laughter. Did you eat breakfast? Me neither.
We dragged our sleds up the hill, delighting in the wet snow,
Snowball snow, we called it, the slickest snow possible when tamped down
A few times by a bunch of children piled like puppies on sleds.
Our laughter resounded down the valley as we bumped into each other.
Scarves and gloves were lost. Our faces were red, especially our cheeks.
Ouch! My cousin hollared. Ouch! OUCH! Owwwwwcccccchhhhhhhhhh!
What had started out great was turning into Armageddon!
It is the snow! Someone shouted. The new flakes have biting teeth!
I felt a fresh bite on the tip of my right ear. I slapped the biting snowflake.
Caught him in my hand. He stuck out his tongue at me;
I grabbed him by his collar bone and shook him hard.
What are you doing? I demanded. He started to cry.
Don’t hurt him! Yelled my pansy Cousin’s wimpy neighbor.
Even my mother gets tired of his ridiculous niceness.
I will take you to my commander if you let me go he said.
The commander made all the biting snowflakes leave,
Because he wanted his son back before I shook him to death.
Written: 11-14-2018
Contest: Cool Writes and Imagination
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
If you have a friend.
Protect them to the end.
They should have heard.
If you've given them your word.
Trust in their good will.
So that joy will never spill.
Out into the night.
Without warmth, without light.
You trust them to a fault.
Your buddy has sealed the vault.
If they break that trust.
Then your heart will surely rust.
Do not take them for granted.
This great wisdom is not slanted.
Teach them to honor and commit.
Never barter, never quit.
If they are proven wrong.
Forgive and sing a song.
For your life be ever long.
Niceness you should be.
Fill the world with harmony.
Tuesdays are my favorite, as today is Tuesday
and people seem happy and smiling, positive about
being here.
Wednesday is also my favorite for it is the day we get
to stay late and have a faculty meeting, and sometimes
they bring us chocolate candy, as an incentive to stay.
Thursday is my favorite for it is the day before Friday,
so excitement begins for a glorious weekend doing
whatever we want within reason.
Friday is my favorite because it is date-night day.
So much fun to watch the couples, figuring out
who has been together the longest, who is
in love, and that kind of stuff.
Saturday is my favorite because it is my painting
day, and my love my yard all day long day. I
count my blessings as robins and cardinals dance.
Sunday is my favorite for it is church day,
and the Christians are really nice to each other,
trying to impress each other, with their niceness.
Monday is my favorite, for I am back
at a job that I love every single day, after
successfully eliminating 27 jobs I did not.
Smack a man to rock bottom
to a world of pure rotten
Keep him there a year or ten
when nice and kind are forgotten
And expect a transformation
Bitterness and retaliation
Drained of dreams and imagination
Offering only evil temptation
And watch the good fall
One by one the fools
About to hand out the misery
Well that just isn’t me
Drag me too this level forever
Infinity, leaving never,
I won’t succumb whatever
Or give in to Hells endeavour
I’ll stay strong and with niceness
Compliment with kindness
Help others first selfless,
And repress acts of nastiness.
Cus that’s who I am
No matter where I am
Always lend my hand
With no return or demand
I’m nice, I’ll say it twice, nice,
Be a caring person is my only advice
He Knew When She stopped Smiling
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"Dissonance" by: De Manière Negatiboa
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Surgery niceness, started the response, it
caused most of us to see things
in a different light. Maybe we shouldn't
have wrote this song! We collaborated to
write and of the 14 main characters
involved with this creational piece
thought it represented a classical
mastering. Most of the critique
caused others to frown. It tuned
our ears tom want to hear better
things the lady said. She avoided
eye contact and completely turned her body
away from me. Avoided me like I was the Plague
Moving away from me to reduce her anxiety
or discomfort, such as ignoring
messages or avoiding conversations.
It made her happy to say she liked the music
but the song was like stepping in the horses dung
wearing a wedding gown. "You don't want it
on you, you know!" Days later she thank us for
our decency by removing the lyrics and smiled
enough to give me a little solace to comfort
me. They didn't like it is all we could say!
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"rebuilding a sense of integrity"
Rebounding from a review of your talent
or chose of material "pathetic" and "horrendous"
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Beachfront resort, gloriously soothing palms, a sunlit heavenly warm loving paradise.
Vacation dream, enhanced by sweet friendship of Grandma Lil, who gives advice.
That does not have to be followed, as she does not care, she throws it out, liberally.
Fully distracted by the beach and her chunky sweet peanut butter which makes us nibbly.
Grandma Lil has been here since the beginning, watching the neighbors, urging them to her porch.
She honors her ancestors, by bringing peace and joy to the island, as powerful as a tiki torch.
It is a splendid day, celebrated by neighbors near and far, as they wander up, basking in niceness.
Blessed are the neighbors and friends drinking the tangy lemonade, with oodles of iceness.
A puppy or two is bouncing around with the children, all delighted by water and sand combo.
Drums sound off, on the other side of the island, I smile, thinking of Grand Uncle Mombo.
Mombo was the kindest relative ever, a celebrated hero, a man with a mission, but now in heaven.
He used to set the mood for these yearly reunions, with his warm laugh, and his children seven.
They do not come any more, as this place makes them too sad, and he has been gone a short time.
A festival of sorts, celebratory, in spite of his loss, the rest of the relatives continue to dine.
We tell stories, and laugh and sing and play with gladness that he had blessed us with his presence.
Knowing that someday his grandchildren will wander onto the porch, with their grandpa essence,
And Grandma Lil will know, as she has that kind of mind and she will encircle them with love.
And we will be waiting, to celebrate his life once again, to honor the man with the heart of a dove.
I hate
your brownness
your whiteness,
your blackness
your freeness
I don’t care about niceness
I’m more partial to meanness
I’m all the things bad
ugly and cruel
my venom pure evil
I’m partial to a fool
No one is safe
no not Christian or Jew
If you’re Buddhist or Muslim
I will hate you too
Richer or poorer
or shades in between
I will exploit your weakness
That’s always been my scene
Woman or man
Transsexual or gay
those straight as an arrow
they’ll all forget to pray
Fear and deception
are the tools of my trade
Sometimes the water looks calm
but it’s a trap I have laid
Love is the weapon
I most truly despise
Because it reveals who I am
and it opens your eyes
Quote: When the energy of love dulls the longing for decay, the earth is at peace. By Poet
Welkin' yarns require seer tears to slump
I sought the draped orb for aid by a glance
Adam will gnaw rite apples, yet scorn stump
Bitter truth was rousing in a harsh trance
Cyclone wreaked havoc; made him prance and dance!
I'm snared in a trap of rough arms that's deep
Through vague shrubbery my gazes, they sweep;
Gray decay is dry stash of flawed niceness
Moth mouth sang a sonnet, as slant wolves weep
But trust fulfills the most swaddled calmness.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 1st, 2022
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Menopause uggg
Adam was given work for his sin
Eve was given the privilege to produce kin
Never once was menopause mentioned
Who created this invention?
They say get an ablation, it’s the best thing since apple pie
You’ll stop bleeding and you don’t have to try
What they don’t tell you is, it doesn’t always work
But heck, the no cramping is a perk!!
Whatever!! It threw me right into the change
My life seems a little nuts in exchange
My kids think I’m lazy but in actuality I’m a lot crazy
I don’t sleep, and I stay wide awake
My moods are all over so the niceness is all fake
I wake in a pool of sweat
Only to later freeze, throw me the net !!
Oh the hot flashes are real
It’s great for sex appeal
The man says you must be hot for me
I just roll over and say no, I gotta pee
Weight gain is going at turbo speed
Chocolate is the number one need.
I just want to be left alone and not bothered
Give me peace and I’ll be honored
Don’t wish for periods to end
You’ll never be right again my friend.