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the hurt child
His father had been away for a long time
Although their mother had divorced
her husband he visited his children
his young son was excited
he could hardly remember his dad
when he came smelling of beer,
pointed to the pale little child and said
Whose son is that
instantly the bitter disappointment the child
the hurt was so deep he withdrew
into his inner world
The father spoke to him again, but he didn't
apologized, said he was only joking
Too late, the child didn't talk to him again
When the father visited again, the youngest
son sat in another room, refused to see
his father, the adults didn't understand
when the father died, the son didn't appear
a his funeral.
Emotionally fractured it took him many
years to recover.
Please may I be abrupt, it's the nature of this beast
Especially with ones wine, it's the fuelling of thine feast
Well, I'm a man, so let me make my start
I'm prone to erupt, no anger, but simply fart
To also roar I can, with an incredible furore
Dare to be awoken, I'm now like childish sore
I've also been known to gurn, about the slightest thing
C'mon, I'm just a man, what more can I bring
Moaning yes, I can't do this, moaning, I can't do that
I'm starting to believe, I'm a useless male diplomat
So what can I do to irritate you, and be just who I am
Ha ha, your only joking, it's simply poetic scam!
BAD RESOLUTIONS
Be good, be kind, help those along the way.
All good resolutions I’ve made on New Year’s Day.
Don’t do this, don’t do that, do know right from wrong.
Resolutions I have never kept for long.
Every year I’ve broken them before the end of June.
So, now I’m old and grey, I’ve changed my tune.
Only bad resolutions this new year,
Like lots of smoking and too much beer;
Using bad language and being unpleasant;
Telling rude jokes when ladies are present.
I’ll do what I want to, it’s all about me.
Oh, what a wonderful year it will be.
No, only joking, I don’t think I could.
So, once more this year, I’ll resolve to be good.
13th January 2020
Resolutions contest
Sponsor - Matt Carili
It’s odd how people who think they are funny,
Confuse humor with offensive ridicule.
Saying hurtful, empty and shallow comments,
Pretending it’s all April fool.
Not standing behind what they say, or
Taking the blame for the hurt they cause.
Saying “Hey I was only joking, they’re not even here.”
As though that’s a moral escape clause.
These folks that lack this empathy and care,
Not understanding how hurtful their words are,
Don’t see how people simply endure their opinion,
Protecting personal and emotional scars.
They joke about folks more often than not,
When these folks aren’t even there.
Rather than put the effort into being good, they’re two faced,
About others they just don’t care.
They’re convinced they’re funny, clever and smart,
Often saying things to feel superior.
Not admirable by being grand and noble, but
By mocking, pushing others to inferior.
Sadly one day these hurtful fiends will be forced to take heed,
And peer into the mirror of their soul.
There they will see where others have love in their heart,
All they have is black hearted charcoal.
I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners,
and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners.
Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian,
you were all conceived in a seat in the Odeon,
and you should defuzzle that muzzle after a dozen shots
or your muzzle will rot,
it puzzles this Bard from Bath when you say I act hard, that's daft,
I craft the first draft with regards to retards,
but I don't spar like "gangsta", more prankstar, thank ya.
Hip hop Choco-latte,
ow the Arty Farty Party is to tarty for a starty,
this is too easy I laugh at thee, not smarty,
Bath's beautiful with history it stores,
Bristol looks like it fell out of a horse,
we've got James Dyson and Jane Austin,
you've got Baldrick and webbed off spring.
Of course you went off course with the Bath beige bit, nit witt,
but if we are beige, Bristol... sage and onion,
If I'm rhyme goo you're rhyme ga ga,
rotating between that and blah blah,
Nina Parmenter my off par mentor turned mental,
I'm a stray away from putting this to an instrumental,
cus I think you're menstrual, coincidental
you say my mouth before my mind,
this is written down, no noise,
talking out your behind.
I see you wearing glasses Bristolian,
but I'm from Bath we're different classes, I'm nearly done,
if people in Bath are strange then Bristolian DNA aint got range.
And I sense your bitter remain poke, "Bath Farage",
I'm Mr. Bath At Large,
so LEAVE WON of your remoan votes in the garbage, that's GAR-BAAGE.
I know your only joking and fun poking
through rhyme freedom and I sometimes free dumb,
the outcome of a lout on one, shouting out me bum,
but you saved it in the end with a bit of innuendo,
good poke, I'm off to play Nintendo,
you're tender when you bend so I wont stick it in your endo,
I'm a good bloke.
Lunging forward a stab to the heart,
vitriol hurled at an unsuspecting soul.
A sarcastic word or comment, thrown in jest,
tearing flesh, leaving a gaping hole.
I was only joking, ha ha, wasn't that fun?
he says to no one.
Why are you hurt?
They're only words you know,
letters put together as one.
Intentional or not, caustic words will burn,
stinging speech cannot be unstung.
Hurtful songs, once sang, cannot be unsung.
Playing the dangerous game of sarcasm,
is like shooting words in derision.
Vitreous feelings are shattered,
only causing hurtful division.
Sarcasm is not innocent child's play,
it bites, it leaves marks, that forever may remain.
Think before you speak there are always consequences to hurtful speech!
John Derek Hamilton November 18,2015