Long Slanderous Poems
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A friendship made can often fade
I had one that quickly decayed
Loyalty was just a charade
I was dismayed I was dismayed
My eyes did not at first conceive
the lies her tongue began to weave
Slanderous words that made me grieve
I was naive I was naïve
She criticized me on twitter
Her betrayal left me bitter
What a mean gossiping critter
Won't acquit her Won't acquit her
Cruel, the rumors she had spewed
She needs a change of attitude
A real friend is never that crude
Hateful or rude Hateful or rude
Was upset when double crossed
Then realized nothing was lost
My looks burned her like Winter frost
Friendship tossed Friendship tossed
They day I told her we were through
She said, "I was a friend to you."
I walked away because she knew
It was not true It was not true
From ones like that, I turn away
Devious people who betray
She taunted like a mocking jay
And I, her prey And I, her prey
January 5th, 2021
Watered-Down Juice Contest by Edward Ibeh
Dirty shoes torn into pieces, against a shiny floor.
No more streets, a perfect house she’d learn to adore.
Someone to take her in, when her light is fading.
If she was to escape the dark, it’d take a lot of persuading.
But for now she’ll sit on the throne of a new life.
As she lets go of the past and all of the strife.
She held fancy silverware in her hands, instead of cigarettes.
The air no longer filled with smoke, but sounds of old cassettes.
She pranced around in fancy ball gowns, instead of old rags.
Makeup covered her face and under her eyes her bags.
That told the dreams of sleepless nights, from her tragic past.
As she now sipped some gin from a fancy glass.
This life she was thrown into, didn’t seem so terrible.
As long as she is in this life, it’d be considered as memorable.
If all she had to do was wear a grin, and share a few meaningless kisses.
If marrying a mysterious man, just brought her some riches.
Taken under a fake love, that didn’t sweep her off her feet.
All the love in pain, instead of something sweet.
A love just for show, in the broken girl’s mind.
The young man, in love with her, her feelings he was blind.
So she was trapped, yet it was so glamorous.
Yet she never noticed that her life was now slanderous.
So she remained oblivious to her situation.
As she sat pretty on the throne in her new habitation.
Carry on through the struggle
carry on through the pain
carry on through it all
until you rise again
hide to survive
stay alive
then you’ll thrive
don’t capitulate
just wait for the fight
the enemy is mighty
but might he remain
you might be mighty
when you come to reign
now is the night
wait for the light
out of the darkness
shining so bright
you’ll be forgotten
they won’t know your name
or you can keep plotting
with victory is fame
you won’t be remembered
as one who surrendered
but you’ll be a treasure
fighting forever
you live on your knees
you beg and you plead
or rise to your feet
you can fight and compete
If you have the option
give up is not one
defeat must be forced on you
no one can force you too
there is much more to do
dig deep and force it through
if you give up
it’s because you lack will
success is a mental state
more than it is skill
it’s the act of resilience
unable to move
the fact that your brilliance
can’t be removed
they think it’s all over
well, it isn’t yet
you won’t rollover
you’ll give what you get
no act of closure
no way you will quit
everyone knows you
fight and you hit
fight to the end
grow strong and grow fit
creating your destiny
waiting and desperately
hate grotesque enemies
greatness eventually
All through the crux
never crushed
never beaten
never rushed
never weakened
patiently waiting
all the while underrated
steadying nerve
go forth with worth
never surrender give up or give in
making the memories of a time you did win
Some have ambitions to knock others down
Make your ambition to still be around
They will use gossip or slanderous sound
but you shalt be moved standing your ground
If you’re in the right
then just carry on
they don’t want a fight
they just want you gone
Julius Caesar not Napoleon Blownapart
defeat would be easier but for your heart
give it your mind give it your soul
giving your being giving it whole
victory at all costs that is your goal
Seal pup eyed,
forgiveness she cried.
Mistakes were made
but deceit and lies
remain to blame
for where she now lays.
Bludgeoned to death
by a word made club.
Born of revenge
for sins to my heart,
punishment fits
her backstabbing ways.
She took the kicks
but wasn't aware
the blows came from me.
Slanderous jibes
to colleagues and friends
tore down her life.
The breakdown befits
her crime to mock.
She sought my shoulder.
Comfort I gave;
"Pills are the answer,
they numb the pain.
Swallow the bottle,
vodka will help"
Following my call
tragic news came.
Oh no what a shame,
I won that game.
February 7 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 19-21
Key Verse – Leviticus 19:37 Therefore shall ye observe all my statutes, and all my judgments, and do them: I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO ENABLES US
TO OBSERVE HIS STATUTES
Praise be to God for enabling us to
observe His statutes so we can be:
Holy constantly and persistently
Healthy physically and spiritually
Happy wisely and righteously
Harvesting abundantly and continuously
Humbled respectfully and lovingly
Hearty triumphantly and jubilantly
Heavenly serenely and divinely
Leviticus 20:8 Praise be to the Lord Who
sanctifies us against:
Sinful defilement
Selfish profanity
Satanic curse
Sarcastic confusion
Seductive wickedness
Shameful corruption
Slanderous filthiness
Sorrow-causing abomination
Leviticus 21:8 Praise be to the Saviour keeps on
reminding us that we should be holy; therefore, we must:
Depart from transgression’s pleasure
Disregard iniquities’ offers
Drive away from whoredom’s whispers
Despise sins' blasphemies
Draw nigh to Christ’s altar
Dwell in the sanctuary of the Almighty
Devote toward consecration through the Holy Spirit. Amen!
February 7, 2024
My Innermost And Fervent Desire for Solitude
Has Unleashed the Taurus Beast
Mortally Weary are My Bones That Pre Exist My Existence
Worn Is The Sound of My Granted Title
Weighed With Accoladed Responsibilities
Fileted Fame, Phantom Honor
Two Eyes Blinded For One To See
Tangled Tongues Like Two Edged Swords
Slanderous Vices of Presumptuous Predators
Trying to Obscure And Prey on My Harmonious Heart
Entwined Conservation and Preservation Driven
To My Pigeonhole Soul, Reconnoiter Sanctum
Vocals of Virgin Light Pours In Streams of Truth Beams,
Silenced The Rueful Beast Starved of The Tender Lamb that Strayed.
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such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades from invisible hand no longer m palin
in comparison and hence moot point for republicans to gain
so this joe of a voter re-fused 2 bide time 2 prevent candidate from failin
app laud clinched 2nd term deserved and occupy white house seat a gain
intent i wanna talia 2 acknowledge salient tactics to boost usa now ailin
sasha bravado blasting and gunning futile fusillades
which questionable oppositional stealth indiscriminately fired pell mell
to discredit supreme commander in chief an exemplary persona in the main
such desperate toothless and nail biting tactics
replete with political retaliatory slanderous stockpile bombardment
but rather, he opts to build fracking rainbow coal bridges 2 somewhere
over the rainbow toward future with his omnipotent time tested girders
of righteousness and gravitas quite simple and plain
casting confidence that the democrats rank as the robust strongest train
eclipsing her livid burst of 15 minutes fame that briefly wax than wane!
All I hear of Hilton Hotels is terrible,
making mistakes but taking the money,
slanderous to staff now that ain’t funny,
acting all proper job
when a proper nob,
discrimination I can prove
seeing certain staff removed,
we had no HR we could turn to
the manager had no concern for staff like you
setting me up to be disciplined and sacked
somewhat misfired though that plan, fact,
and when I was eventually fired
it was illegally done I’m no liar,
if Hilton Hotels challenge this poem as libel
then I will prove it’s not a lie I will,
they keep managers that manage like monsters
power mad heads become like satanic imposters,
this manager got sacked but still works for them
he's the manager of the York Hilton
they charge too much
care too little
so to Hilton Hotels here’s my middle!!!
Recently, it's come to my attention
something that I'd like to mention.
We'd have no hero if there's no villain.
So I think I'm more than a little willin'
To be called nasty names or take a jab
from anyone who wields a pen to stab.
Idle threats written from a pretender
Need a hero to become our defender.
*** However ***
A real poet does not use words of abuse,
slanderous words that are of no good use.
It would be a welcome gesture to be kind
so as to have harmony and peace of mind.
A pen is often called a mighty sword
and our pens should be of one accord.
It would be nice, for the sake of unity,
to put an end to the juvenile animosity.
We can all become heroes, in retrospect
If we treat each other with due respect.
The awkward walker and excellent climber
Pulling thyself to a higher branch.
With thick muscular tongue
Used deftly for manipulating words
The single use of thy unbridled tongue,
A million damage of the best things
A match, though insignificant and small
The forest, it can set ablaze
Causing trillions of damages to humanity
Shall I compare thee; to parrots?
Thy tales, less enticing
More gratifying reactions thou caused
The professional painter
Painted black lie white,
Coloured it, twisted it and exaggerated it to other’s peril
Just to add spice to it
The super natural radio without battery
Thy groundless rumour has become scandalous.
Thy bucal cavity out of ill will thou open
Through thy zeal to spice up the tale
Thou never remember the harm inflicted
On the one involved
Thy mouth becomes a snare
In which thou put thy own foot.
What is the latest over there?
Can we have some juicy tidbits here?
Is the delicious story ripe?
What is the response from thy host?
Longing to see thee tomorrow
Offspring of the devil, incarnated with evil!
Thy serpent father established the slanderous tale
In the Garden of Eden
Tell me, O! Tale bearer
Can thou be boastful of thy inheritance?
The professional transformer of x-ray to hearsay
The more thou talk about people,
The more people talk about thee.
And thou do thyself no good.