Long Rude Poems
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There is no excuse. Nothing to blame
So I hide my tired eyes and exist in shame
I'm ashamed to live, I'm afraid to die
I find, I'm unworthy to look in the eye
So I hang my head low
And pretend I don't see
I pretend not to know
You recognize me
I come across rude, it seems I don't care
I run and take cover, the truth is, I'm scared
I feel forced to unclothe
Sacrificing my dignity
Short comings exposed
I resist, beg and plead
So when you determine what you think of another
Remember their journey has been like none other
Though your pride will tell you lies
There's always a story behind blue eyes
When the storms come on clouds of alien invasions
Little green men in saucers with large sized heads
Entirely too heavy for their shoulders
Will probe things up and down and backwards
With not so much as a how do you do or visa
No proof of citizenship is just plain rude
Or are they small purple creatures with spots
Spidery legs in place of arms to mess us up
Aliens always arrive just in time for dinner
Without permission with their high beams on
To suck up cattle for their nefarious intentions
No knock on the door when they take you away
Just a bunch of wild creeps from outer space
Looking for fun and a bite to eat
Long trips make aliens hungry
Robots just stand around and beep
Don’t hold your breath waiting for apologies
You are never safe around saucer people
But you are on the menu this week
For years aliens studied cattle intelligence
Beamed them up with their wives and kids
Mistaking them for superior beings
Everyone knows cows are stupid
Sandwiches make better friends
When they run out of cows they will come
With hammers to soften us up
Nobody wants a tough person for lunch
They say we taste just like chicken
When the aliens come we will see
If humans taste as smart as they look
Or cook as long as they should
In sure stride
Enjoy your ride
Purge vain pride
Let joy abide
Don't be rude
Embrace things strange
Purge thoughts crude
Sparkle with change
Take a look
Mellow with cheer
Close your book
Laugh now and here
Forge fond moods
Be kind to all
Life is good
Live your own call
Don't fear pain
Live your full zest
Once again
Love works grand quest
How I know?
Not much at best
Fun does show
A happy fest
In good times
Don't be so proud
Live your mimes
Speak softly loud
Round the bend
Comes time to go
In the end
Worry no more!
Leon Enriquez
01 August 2017
Singapore
I'll dibble dab and squiggle on my pad
like a mad lad and if it's good it's bad and bad is good,
words are misunderstood,
not could, wood, should or hood dudes
in moods too rude to queue for food,
seeking frozen pudding by the dozen to chew,
bless you,
ah chew,
bless you too.
A cousin, a mother, a mister and a brother
working together insisting there's no sinister blister
against the shift shifter sister
whom is unlike the others
with legal troubles hiding undercover with her sibling lover,
seagulls hiding seashells while being carried by eagles along a jigsaw,
what a puzzle eyesore.
I'm a random at my own ransom
out to write away from the way
I normallay lay out a poem with
a deep or a vanity or a political or a e ore,
let the donkey out the door, or a lyrical write,
light in the eyes reaches the brain in disguise,
logics leaks, yep plural, so unusual,
and the thread escaped my head
in a cape and vest and eluded arrest.
Poetic insanity projecting out of me but original after all,
you've never read a poem like that before,
because that's a poem there is no demand for!!
Welcome to a world of ADHD,
seldom hair curls of weeee beee jaych ceeee.
The sponsor chose words I’ve never heard of before
So if I don’t win the contest I’ll declare he’s a bore
It’s axiomatic that I’ve an altruistic attitude
But I don’t give a fig if folks think that I’m rude!
I’ll sign a declaration of my asseveration
Then bare my teeth like an angry Alsatian!
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is the fear of long words
Is this word some kind of cynical joke aimed at dim witted nerds!
REQUIRED WORDS axiomatic, altruistic, asseveration
Tongue firmly in cheek poem for contest
Triple A Challenge
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
4/15/18
Please don't add insult to injury
Let’s agree to disagree
Somewhere somehow inadvertently
You lost the last of your integrity
You’re not the boss of me
You’ve forgotten the basics of courtesy
And carry on quite dastardly
You spit out words maliciously
At every opportunity
You’re not the boss of me
So moody and such vulgarity
Not a bone of decency
You don’t deserve my loyalty
I’m not the cure for your ennui
You’re not the boss of me
You walk around obnoxiously
In your heart there’s cruelty
Spewing comments begrudgingly
Everyone deserves their dignity
You’re not the boss of me
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2020
A SONG OF DARKNESS
DR RANJIT DUTTA
When the sleepless nights
Disappear in my eyelids
All my saddest thought
Awake up silently and
hammered my bleeded heart.
The eye-drops are so
Rude and disobedient
They drench my cheeks
despite my wish ,
Time also stands as wall on my path. ,
The dreams thrill on the
Bed of thorns
Like a paralysis patient.
The burning fire of mind mind
Shapes my heart into ashes.
The seasons come and go
On their own way,
The pages of my life
Look also faded
With dust covered there on;
The pains become tired and
Merge into sweet smiles .
The smiles are nothing
But mimosa pudika
Just faded on
A small touch of pain
How true it is that one can't find better friends anywhere
than in this friendly community we call, " Poetry Soup " ;
before verses sounded too awkward and had no flair...;
until they all invited me in and tightened the loop!
And because of this devoted group of poets,
many have won contests and published books;
I have learned a lot from them and as my skills get better,
and like Ovid who wrote anywhere he went, I like to share!
How true it is that one can't find better friends anywhere
than in this circle of friendship where everyone can communicate
their thoughts penetrating minds much thicker than the air;
shouldn't everyone participate and start an interesting debate?
We have come to the right place by using these pens that seek amplitude
to make all potent tremble and change their unacceptable attitude;
words have power and we must use them prudently and not be rude:
make them ring as bells that chyme with joy to meet extreme altitude!
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And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing naked
in it's abyssal state.
And wholeness excises, to demean
only fruitless shoots, now seen
to sow what has no further meaning.
And in the ague
of restless morning's
fitful, nude, new break
from dim, unsculptured yaw-
fretful feet leave
dark, wet indents in dew.
Old soul trails beneath gift's gape-
heaven's gate, just ajar,
seeps, speaks healing wreathed
in Love- the writhing heart agape.
And thr dry-cried throat
too friction ground to speak,
slakes it's thirst on dew-
Heaven's assuage tempers, cools.
And in eyes' age
of blinding burnings-
forceful, rude muckrake,
there are no more proud airs.
For eyelids pasted shut, caked
in self- molded clay's despair,
felt insightful incision
draw sharp truth's decision deft-
knavish knots excised, reveal
man's Sculptor knows justly how
to grave His image.
And seeing is only believing,
when believing is cleft open
to high insight's slice and sculpt
understood, read, spoken.
02/12/2017
Ask not what troubles my heart
nor try to cheer my soul
I have fallen into an abyss
of which I have no control
Solemn still my mind pains
my face sour and voice mute
drowning in waters of worry
to myself I am divided by dispute
What ails me woes me
self inflicted by stubborn will
to my own detriment
I foresee myself in hell
Yet I seek no solution
but cling to solitude
And any hand of kindness
to those I am rude
Choices made for selfishness
greed beckons at my door
No matter what I acquire
I am cursed by desire of more
People come and go
faces I seldom recall
Life empty and anguish
my senses have all dull
Cherish not what pleasures
for it will quickly fade
self pity haunts my spirit
alive in the grave I made.