Long Repugnance Poems
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A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers
and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity.
The birth place to the Toilet theme amusement park
and a camp of makeup obsessed men.
The fourteenth day of every month is set aside in romance’s banquet
except that of the fourth month when mourning becomes love’s pirate.
February is for young men, march, three times for the ladies.
Prides in the globally acknowledged Boryeona Mud Festival
and gives socialization a new countenance in the “hoesik” event,
while new standards in robotic technology is climaxed
as prison guards, patrols, anti-jelly fish squad and teachers
actively exist through exciting artificial intelligence.
A humiliating public ritual in a form of crime reenactment,
personality stereotypes emanating from the different blood groups,
a nationwide superstitious repugnance to the red ink;
very cultured to even create a backlash
on Bill Gates’ presidential handshake;
typify a people coming a long way from a turbulent past.
A territory of very bright and brainy students;
the god of the LG, Hyundai and Samsung among others;
and to the largest church in size and congregants in the world.
It is the well preserved garden where plastic surgery strives
all to show an amazing growth once heavily stunted,
suffering a suppression entertained by the comfort ladies;
somehow causing a perspective towards the rising sun
to be similar to the swastika’s view by the Jews.
Despite the Japanese colonization, soviet meddling and North Korean threats,
it’s still showing mental strength to be the world’s 12th largest trading Nation.
Today many have grown cold
about the seriousness of sin,
they shouldn't be justified
by their superficiality
towards righteousness and morality;
have they denounced
their faith and condoned
all they do without repugnance
when even themselves
are disgusted by their deeds
of pervasiveness?
Why can't sin be eliminated
from defiant minds...
smashing it with anger and become
shattered crystals?
Sin is the rod of lawlessness,
not of holiness:
it's an abomination
in God's angry eyes!
ah, Humanity you have brought
upon yourself punishment,
never realizing how disobedience
alienates you from His blessings!
ah, Humanity your water wells
are dry from the drought
of rainless days and excessive sunlight;
even your souls cry out of desperation!
I sincerely repented for my wrongfulness
being ashamed of my lustiness
of the restlessness inside;
I closed the book of salvation,
and greeted damnation
and overtaken by temptation
I rejected the justification.
Too short were the pleasures of the flesh,
too bitter were the tears of remorse;
too severe were the words rebuked by the conscience...
that constantly echoed to admonish
my uncontrollable behavior burning more than a wildfire.
Why do people fail to see the warning signs,
not thinking about the consequences of their actions?
Why can't sin be eliminated from defiant minds?
Can't they admit that sin is a human weakness...
when not enough resistance prevents deviations?
Why can't sin be obliterated from mean hearts
and erased from everyone's memory by repenting?
How many trials must the righteous ones endure?
Holy, God sitting on the throne of righteousness,
allow all sinners to comprehend the gravity
of their wickedness and mend their abhorring ways;
nobody is free from sin until they are cleansed!
Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw
Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law
Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation
Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station
Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance
Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance
Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon
Lacking exposure conjures warped projection
Attonement can't be granted during darkness
Confessions sparkle once in white starkness
Killing accountability in murky private mind
Proliferating hatred sees old harm magnified
Asperity of sins committed stew in torpid trench
Years of historic plot twist regale harsh revenge
Bulged breeding dim ideas seethe evil scheme
Attack mapped by movie shock putrid scenes
Creeping balaclava covered crow bar at chest
Knavish initiation repaid with blood reaps debt
24th August 2021
Written for Contest : The Colour Black
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
“What are you afraid of?”
…
This question is often brought upon me; I feign nonchalance and am perceived as someone who maintains intrepid behavior. However, that is simply untrue. Brazenly, I am quite a “wimp.” While my fears cannot be held to a simple definition, I present this ultimatum:
My greatest sentiment is entangled within love, yet love is what terrorizes my fragile being the most. My friends and family give me the very affection I need to survive, yet the thought of it being taken away haunts me. I fear that one day, everyone I love will lose the mutuality we share; that one day, my raw emotion will be what drives their repulsed selves away. When their disgust consumes them, they eventually abandon me; we will part, not on good terms but out of the profound repugnance they hold for me.
…
My foundation is built upon the lessons I’ve been taught by others, as I perpetually mature through them. Losing someone who has nurtured my ethics throughout my life would be losing a part of myself; without them, I would be an undone puzzle, longing for my unfulfilled life to be completed. Maybe then, I would finally feel whole.
…
The individuals who I’ve grown with have treated me with respect, and have provided me with a sense of belonging. If they were to hurt me, or damage my sensitive soul, I would continually exist while unrepaired. The thought of someone who I trust hurting me courses fright through my spirit. It would not only break the sense of faith I have in them, but I would find it hard to believe anyone in general.
…
To heal is to move on; but I possess memories, memories too unbearable to simply be forgotten. I fear that I will be unable to forgive and forget what has been brought upon me. Just like everyone else, I have struggled greatly, and I find it hard to neglect the pessimistic emotions tearing at me. But what if I never heal? You cannot forget if you haven’t been burdened with memory, yet not everyone forgets. So what if I don’t?
…
Abandonment, loss, damage, the inability to heal; aren’t these all a part of life? Though I don’t want to die, I feel as if I fear existing; life itself overwhelms me, when it shouldn’t, and though what I go through is normal, the anxiety overtakes the feeling of living. Maybe life itself scares me; maybe I’m just.. weak.
September 26 Scripture Meditations Based on Mark 15-16
Key Verses– Mark 16:20 “And they went forth, and preached every where, the Lord working with them, and confirming the word with signs following. Amen.”
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WORKING WITH ME
Thank You for working with me, confirming my salvation
Always great in my sanctification-separation
Never confusing me, but settling my assured eternally secured situation
Letting me enjoy Your redemption’s satisfaction!
Thank You for working with me, upholding my commitment
Always powerful in my carnality-curtailment
Never leaving me, but ministering for my joyful soul-contentment
Letting me learn from Your correction’s chastisement!
Thank You for working with me, guiding my persistency
Always authoritative in my plan-policy
Never hurting me, but forgiving my confessed sin-potency
Letting me delight in Your Word’s prophecy.
Thank You for working with me, enabling my diligence
Always helpful in my devotion-dependence
Never discouraging me, but attending to my service-decadence
Letting me shine in Your holiness’ difference!
Thank You for working with me, conquering my adversity
Always gracious in my affliction-calamity
Never spoiling me, but fortifying my asserted faith-tenacity
Letting me abide in Your perfection’s authority!
Thank You for working with me, causing my repentance
Always merciful in my revival-resonance
Never denying me, but overpowering my proud defiance and resistance
Letting me understand Your abominations’ repugnance!
Thank You for working with me, blessing my faithfulness
Always steadfast in my fervency-firmness
Never neglecting me, but smiting my perilous heart-fearfulness
Letting me prosper by Your love’s fruitfulness!
September 26, 2022
Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because...
Lackluster life lived
as each subsequent day,
a carbon copy
of the one before,
though far from
being clinically depressed, this boar
ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries
mass consumerist paradigm
satiating the whore
rub bull Lady Liberty, where more
disinclination arises, per
crossing upcoming birthdays corridor
January 13th finds
increased repugnance being part
of materialistic culture club
as hellacious tore
char, implied societal behavior
expects blind submission
subjected to glore
re: us lee spouting
hallelujah nauseating your
every five senses to accept
point blank, Nee pay adore
ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure
blared, foisted, and
lobbed upon every
man, woman, and child of society,
which imposition, this
outlier doth deplore
as an avowed antiestablishmentarian
to thee very core,
of my being, who
experiences continuous ab hoar
rent theoretical strings
of disappointments pour
ring down (like confetti)
from on high, viz directly
linkedin as nonconformist eyesore
from cradle to... when,
me cremated ashes get scattered,
though right now... still technically
alive, at least... I think so
(despite not yet),
being gratefully dead...
nearing three score
years, yet upon
my demise wherefore
welcoming relief against
(feeling like the oddball),
shares his glumness
weighing me down, where
every step an arduous chore
his compunction being open to explore
living off the grid, or
alternatively joining thee dacor
oven intentional community,
cuz he seems severely mismatched,
where vast material consumption,
especially accentuated with
holiday season heavily pitched
to spend every
last red cent, (and beg
borrow, max out on credit, or steal)
to splurge for
expectation to endure
the helter skelter frenetic
Black Friday and Cyber Monday
fire sales kindling
a bonanza galore!
As exemplary as a High Priest
and consecrated as a Temple's Inner Chamber.
Respected amongst his colleagues,
reverenced by His subordinates,
distinguished, honorable and set apart.
Then came the moment of Truth
like the refining fire which may burn or may purify.
A Golden Opportunity never to be seen again,
but a situation to break or to make him.
This is Crude Diamond Ore from a glance
already anticipating to do it at once
creating an allabi with occurrence in France
and covering all traces in utmost Brilliance
Not minding his activated self-repugnance
certainly it will give birth to wealth and public acceptance.
If Life gave him more options, he'd freelance.
But with this one opportunity, he'd like to dance.
Having no qualms; even if he disappoints his fans.
He isn't to be blamed if Life is not a balance
and success among all has no concomittance.
This is the start to his enjoyment galore
but can be forever hunted by the Law.
The heaped pressure pressing more and more,
but what the Hell! It's just one flaw.
With a blessing so raw,
attached with bountiful Harvest he never saw.
Thinking of his glory and celebration
and already holding his blessing
like a woman in lactation
yet a part of him suppresses
his whole in castigation
making him feel so useless
like a man facing castration
forcefully taking his freedom
and peace in extortion
Just about to make the decisive move,
he resisted the push and forgot about the groove
having in mind, something to prove
he signed the blank cheque without adding another "0"
In the embrace,
A soul emerges, a precious little grace.
Born amidst a world of repugnance and strife,
Where caring and sharing should bloom, rife.
Within where kindness should reside,
We learn to live, to flourish, and to confide.
Seize the moments of this fleeting time,
Utilize it wisely, heed the bells chime.
Seek the tranquility that lies deep within,
Let your soul soar, grow wise, never akin
To the trivialities that cloud our sight,
Before it's too late, heed the call of the light.
For woven in our essence, we begin to see,
Our journey commences with each breath's decree.
To a final destination, we shall all be drawn,
Where physical death awaits, in the early dawn.
This earthly plane, where all stories must end.
In the timeless cosmos, we'll find our way,
To the place of the never dying, the everlasting play.
Embrace this life, for its brevity is clear,
Let love guide our steps, banish every fear.
For the soul may grow old, but it never dies,
And soon we'll embark on celestial ties.
In the arms of the universe, our spirits shall soar,
To explore worlds unseen, forevermore.
Let this poem remind us, our soul, of destiny's quest,
To discover the mysteries that forever shall jest.
All of him professes, she’s the best,
four years later, his neighbour’s older wife, he sees better.
Tongue, once a warm compress to her needy soul
has been weaponized to be a devastating rocket launcher.
She has already brought two lives on his account
he still holds onto the entitlement of a teenage anatomy.
‘You have spread like a football field’ he mocks,
‘then protect me like its stadium’ she pleads.
A tree is climbed and he’s disgusted by her rare,
the ground is dug and her height warrants curses.
Bollywood dances, british poetry, french recipes, arabian perfumes,
all evolving attempts, only increasing his repugnance.
Blow more oxygen to increase the flame, mama says,
but what results is frostbite from aerosols of ice.
The woman is the entrepreneur of love, experts say,
after all the hard labour, the only thing counted are losses.
A bridge with one end is this home standing on a leg,
Sockets of happiness are replaced by that of endurance.
Power takes over the oath in this military camp
where there’s coexistence between General and Sergeant.
A clean room but with an onion decay
may attract guests but quickly chase them away.
A reachable heart that is stony isn’t available,
one cannot tangle, neither can only self mingle.
Now is the time to wrap her worth with high tension cables
and make ultimatum the regulatory officer to this union.
An incredible adjustment shows there’s still some love in him,
The only thing that makes a man stay is if he wants to stay.
Circa - approximately early
to late nineteen sixties,
where yours truly
found himself surly,
particularly compounded
if my parents,
where Mister and
Missus Santa Claus
played by Boyce and
Harriet Harris respectively
failed to purchase
for this sole son,
thee latest trendy
toy, sans whirly
gig, gizmo, or
fuzzy electric doohickey,
BUT NOTHING girly.
Translation: Inxs of
severe (incurable) envy
infected Matthew Scott
most pronounced, asper
quantity of presents,
the gratitude receiving gifts
meant diddly squat
if I counted less goodies,
than either eldest,
and/or youngest sister got.
This rancor kept
under (ahem) wraps
though ironically, either
sibling oohed and ahed
over some fancy shmancy
garment with snaps,
which this lad
feigned ambivalence,
indifference, or
repugnance toward getup
for young chaps.
No sooner did the
last, (and usually
biggest) boxed surprise
found these then kiddie
fingers tearing into,
when thine irritating
nasal voice didst rise
above the melee "That's all,"
or some variation
on said theme blurted out
as "FAKE" real lies
already, eagerly, and impatiently
anticipating same holiday
three hundred and sixty
five days, hence unaware
how fast "time flies"
now this soon to be newly
minted sexagenarian eyes,
those memories of innocent
naiveté, and bliss
with sentimental nostalgia
(envision: slight moisture
around tear ducts), and
aye close this poem
with reminiscence dabbed
with tissue sadness dries.