Long Spite Poems
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Flinging silence to the shore, the sea rises
Painting the sand with shells galore,
Faded on the skies above, the warmth of light
Softly calling, revealing the wonders of a night
When gentle breaths of hope conspired
To candy coat the surface of my heart’s smile
To wash away the purpose of my soul’s poetry
To collect the glorious dreams, the feelings and beliefs
Into a puddle of miracles, stirring the chaos
In my breast, the chaos that told me – even though I’ve been blessed
My heart, my soul, my darkest secrets are unimpressed
By the past which I protect, the memories who reflect
All the times I’ve failed to accept, all the days when I’ve felt such regret
All the promises that have been lost by neglect
All the stories that I haven’t carved out – all the reasons,
The Author of the stars invites me to forget the past, the chaos
That I could not control… chaos that silenced my hope
Chaos that felt like my war, the war between good and bad
Happy and sad, strong and weak, night and day
The war between my heart and my mind, love and hate,
shame and grace, the beginning and the end…
chaos and order, lost and found, faith and atheism
In the war defending this chaos of mine, comes a word
of stability, serenity, soothing me so that I can see…
in spite of the chaos, the upheaval, there is the assurance
of One who never leaves, One who comes with grace
One who lives to say – love is the answer to your mess
Love is the reason I came to pay – the debt of your sin,
Offering you a second chance to become
The person God meant for you to be, because of me,
The One God sent to set you free!
End the war with chaos and agree… He is the answer. Just believe.
Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche,
unkept promises smother the rays of fading hope,
unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind.
My life turns into an urn filled with your ill feeling.
Your senses become the fast spreading wild fire,
uncontrolled, it boils the blood of intrinsic pride,
and as it flares up, it burns my gentle demeanor,
its viciousness blazes the bonhomie of bonding chords.
As the bitterness smoke billows thick and intense,
upset conscience loses the equilibrium and crashes.
Vile breath is charged with the acrimonious ashes,
while the patient facade of restraint you deface.
Your flashing eyes reveal you seethe inside,
generating an inferno of malice in your heart .
The twisted tongue spills out words so brutal,
smeared with the toxin of your malicious mind.
The scruple of sane sagacity turns into ember,
erupting out of your fuming volcanic conscience,
flows in the spreading smoke of stifling spite,
consuming the remains of reason you lose outright.
With the arcane acumen of a trickster devil,
as sordid silhouette of menace you crawl stealthily
into the quintessence of my being to suck
the ambrosia of my soul, the casualty of your cruelty.
The New N Word
Volcanoes erupt
Ice melts
Boulders
Scree
All move freely
All have purpose
Ultimately resting
Until dealt with
Or not
Such reality
Chooses not a destiny
Relying instead on nature's digestion
Its need to purge on occasion
Allowing gaseous release at times
Forging its evolution
Becoming either challenging obstacle
Or opportunity for progress
Why must some obviate such normalcy
Forever choosing square pegs
To fit round hole resistance
At any cost
Accusing simple physics as impediment?
We work at defying life's unfolding
Often insisting dark
Over light
Hard
Over soft
Pushing
Gouging
Throwing
Any and all organicity aside
After all
We are sentient beings
With comforts to protect
Supremacy to uphold
And the natural order of things?
The phenomena often delivering
Inopportune warnings
Of things to come?
Lest we forget
In spite of an insidious new N word
A 21st century conceived discrimination
Ignorance-embraceable
Intelligence-insufferable
Nature knows not enslavement
,
A black cloud descends…. , , ,
Each flower grows hopeful! ,,
In jubilation, katydids, laughingly, make noisy ovations! , , ,
Party-planner, Queen Rosie, STOPS to
unleash verses,with ’xcited Yiddish zeal !
……………………………………………………………. , ,
D Daisy Mae, and Lily Gay, bathe in refreshing rains ,,
A Anointed too, are tiny baby buds, with every little drop ,, ,,,
N Narcissus squeals with laughter, and sings a sweet refrain
C Crickets dance with plaid berets, and do a Celtic hop!
I In the mud we’ll find two pigs, they splash, but then rain STOPS!
N Nanny Goose, and Granny Goat, play banjos in the band
G Gardenias, stash away umbrellas, they scrub from end to end
R Rabbits hear the jubilee, and from a hole they pop
A A squirrel or two, comes down the tree, where all the fuss began
I In spite of fear, the little mouse, looks out to see what’s up
N Nearby, the cat, just waves his hat, allows the mice some fun!
N Dogs join in, STOP chasing cats, they splash, and play like kids
R Rainbows fill the evening sky, where now the sun peeks in
O Overhead, the colors smile, in greens, and blues and reds
P Pretty is the world tonight, refreshed, and clean, and good
S Softly STOPS the pitter-pat upon on the evening’s hood
…………………………………………………………………………
Thirsty trees, and tender tulip tongues, tasted today’s tantalizing tonic
Rain STOPS to retreat, to replenish, refresh, repair, and rest
Delighted dancers STOP, to discuss day’s divine delivery duties
Rainbows remind recovering revelers reasons to STOP and reflect, rejoice, recent rainy rewards
Slowly, in soft slippers, STOPping to shine, sun sets silently.
Satisfactorily satiated, the scenery seems serene, sparkling and sleepy…..
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Inspired by Debbie's Contest "Aye, Aye, and a Mistress"
"Spiteful Minds"
by~ Edward McCormick
Disdainfully negotiating gain,
The spiteful mind their heart's desire alone.
An obvious destruction they attain
Through dialogue with underlying tone.
A tiny drama brings about an end.
In spite of mind, the heart wants what it bleeds.
Enlightenment is key to comprehend
So very little satisfies our needs.
by~ Poet Destroyer
Heavy and alone, two "Spiteful minds",
The worthless moments in the skies.
With no reasons and why's!
The warning sounds of midnight, thick and blind,
Giving our hearts away, a solid sign.
Wicked taste mountains of lies.
Satisfaction In our breathing eye's.
Waiting for our gushing needs to land unwind;
Stiff like the blood beneath the sea.
"Spiteful minds" rising beyond to morbid moon.
Destruction in the slowness of ones purity
The world, is a gift one prolongs to see.
A music box with no tune.
Needing and spending, we lay in spiteful tears of misery.
a collaboration with * Edward McCormick
I’m haunted
Taunted
By spirits of the dark
I’m no morning lark
Mournin’ in the mornin’!!!!!!!
So paper-thin…within me…
UNDER my skiN…
I made a new language –
Ignored…angered…an opened refridge –
Once cold, now warm
B/C
I forgive……………
You?
Shying away from the fact that I love you
I, maybe…, hate you??
No, I can’t…
Murder and hate go hand in hand
I just don’t understand
I’m in a COMA…
I’m DYSLEXIC
I’m a labeler to myself
I have boy Alzheimer’s
I have, oh boy, autism…
No offense to others who have these conditions
I’m white…
Despised despite
I’m black
In the inside with spite
But I need HIM…
Right now…
Patience and self-control is needed
Somehow…
So uncertain
So ashamed
In society - a secret curtain
Ove NO-Named
Resentful
Hurtful
Your words mean to me
Beautiful
Ugliful
My words are to thee
Thee saved me…
Didn’t you…oh I c…
See…for those grammar hoes…
Counting my foes…
On my toes…
Countless I must add
I’m a rad lad
I must subtract
Because I’m not exactly
Cute…to be exact
I’m ugly inside and out…frankly
Melony: Ah don’t be so hard on yourself ^^
Me: I must be to be handsome again
Melony: You are handsome though…
Me: Ah no you’re just playing…
Voices…
Can rejoice too
Shoo shoo –
NOISES………
SH!
I’m a rebel
Rebel
Rebel
Drums, come on in…
Piano…play my notes…
Where have you been?
In the rain with coats?
Drums…
Don’t dumb me,
Chips
Don’t mess with these…
Man ****
They jiggle with the remaining skin…
I’m skinny and I’m proud of it
You all are fat and wanna throw a fit
Fat people are awesome tho
So, don’t be offended if I were you
The person in the inside matters more than the outside
I love you, no matter what color
Or shape…
Don’t call me racist or judgemental…
DON’T be negative
And don’t be too +
Gotcha?
Ok good…
Geez la weez…
OMW to meeting some pessimistic freaks
And some mighty cute nerd geeks
I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
use “psychologically damaging” responses like
“What you just did was bad”!
When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
when you despised me--or seemed to--
the experts' words came back to haunt me.
Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.
While the renowned psychologists were saying,
"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
I was watching you, not always from afar.
When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting
to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
that alienated you from those who really cared.
Over time, something beautiful happened.
You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
As a parent, you have neither punished severely
nor spoiled your children. You've limited
their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
Perhaps I did enough while I was there.
January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd
February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest
Remember that lady you fell in love with?
Do you remember that man that made your heart beat faster?
The people you promised the world too?
What happened to them?
I know the years gone by has left their mark
They might have grown a little older
But do you know they still want to be your everything?
Do you remember that first few months?
You couldn’t compliment her enough
Do you know even today, she still yearn to hear you say
“Honey you look beautiful today”
Do you remember how you use to text him every day?
Even if it’s just to say
“I miss you”
What happened to those days?
Life happened
Do you realize that with every passing minute
She might still want to hear those words again
She might feel that she has lost her beauty
The appeal she use to have
Maybe today he might want to hear you say
“I miss you”
Maybe he wants to feel needed in spite of your independence
Don’t forget to show you still care
Even if you think they know it –
Sometimes we forget to say it
When the person in our lives needs to hear it the most
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My sweet baby sister (AKA the traitor)
Has radars for ears and the mind of a spy,
She eavesdrops, twists facts, and then tattletales,
And proudly serves mom an elaborate lie.
I sweet talked, I begged, I bribed then I threatened,
Locked her in the bathroom and turned off the light,
I secretly hoped that she would get better:
It got better indeed, not sis, but her spite!
She listened in to the private confession
About the boy crush that I shared with a friend,
She posted it promptly on-line, no discretion
No mercy, no sisterhood! Viral it went!
That sure was the last camel back-breaking straw!
Eavesdropped and Exposed!!!- an egregious offence!
Should be charged, prosecuted and punished by law,
With no chance of parole, appeal or defense!
December, 14, 2019
Everyone wants to be free.
Even from the things that once gave us comfort.
We are like children who swap our blankets
For softer ground.
So why do you wait to be free
When the keys to your cage
Are hanging right outside your front door?
Reach through the bars with your hand
Stretch your fingers far and bend your will around the bars.
Your mind is your best friend, your best teacher, your best doctor,
Whether you believe it or not.
In spite of everything you’ve done to yourself,
Your mind really does care about you and often thinks of you, quite fondly.
Just let your mind mend itself
Heal yourself with a few choice words.
Your own words.
When you say:
The truth is not a cold tombstone
The truth is not a judgement
The truth is a flowering realisation inside your own living mind.
Pulling you outwards, & forwards, enraptured by Time.
When my breath and
My will are as one,
The universe swallows me
Whole.