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“Nature bears long with those who wrong her. She is patient under abuse. But when abuse has gone too far, when the time of reckoning finally comes, she is equally slow to be appeased and to turn away her wrath” - Nathaniel H. Egleston (1882).
Nature is ever compassionate all know,
She has her vindictiveness, yet, that denounces humanity;
A variety of roses adorn gardens a magnificently gorgeous row,
Don’t we observe thorns peeping from betwixt with absolute dishonesty?
The gentle breeze turns into tempests,
Cool water turning into floods our common human life arrests,
Earthquakes at unexpected hours create havocs bringing normalcy to tests...
Volcanoes, fire floods from under the earth, our cities annihilate,
Tsunamis, mountainous waters, lives of fisher folks eliminate,
Droughts, like holocausts, our farmers exterminate…
Tender motherhood turns into suicide bombers, who perilous hate blow,
Honesty giving way to viciousness and hover in heinous vanity;
Anarchy against orderliness declare hostile protests,
Thus negative features of nature inglorious tragedies legislate.
03 August 2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Bullies
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound
In schools, institutions, and in businesses,
Who create ruckuses that serve no purpose
But to show passionless feelings of meanness,
Filled with vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
In schools, institutions, and in businesses.
Indifferent to others, they harass and fight,
Irresponsible for the scars they impart
Through their vindictiveness, jealousy, and spite,
Employing words and actions to poison hearts
And disrupt the flow of cordial interactions,
Irresponsible for the hurt they impart.
Temper-tantrum clods using intimidation
Who are conceited, narcissistic, and deranged,
Disrupting the flow of cordial interactions.
From the cradle to the grave, they seldom change;
Unrestrained, belligerent bullies abound,
Conceited, narcissistic, vain, and deranged,
And create ruckuses that serve no purpose.
terza rima
Years of experience, a discovery -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
Prudence and patience are rudimentary.
Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt claws.
Their tongues' crude vitality comes with closed eyes;
emotional blindness - the probable cause.
Starting with prejudice, they out and out lie.
When asked, I stand silent, comments I refuse.
To their third-degree grilling I can't reply.
Some fake aggravation, crying through tissues.
But demurring to speak, objection I raise.
Honesty is one of many dead issues.
Bidding no farewell, I leave, making my case,
which makes me their next target, no hesitance.
My objection overruled, noise fills the place.
Turning my back on verbal vindictiveness,
this fugitive from gossip needs no redress.
13 March 2016
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
Countless instances submitting poems
finds me racking
quite a hefty collection of rejections,
the responses lacking
disappointing voluminous vicious
venomous vitriolic backing
quite the contrary,
the prefabricated responses
unsuccessful at hijacking
my "FAKE" toothy gumption
(since I wear dentures) lip smacking
bite size packing
not exceptionally appetizing,
but definitely wanting
with more pungent acidity stinging
(albeit figuratively) painfully digging
into the essence of all bone marrow,
asper this humble,
who will brazenly continue entering
competitions until scathing
character ridiculed of course including
unsolicited yet denigrating
words clearly, definitively,
and flagrantly insinuating
this prolific entity among
basket of deplorables wasting
his precious energy and time crafting
ambiguous, horrendous, and
nebulous word mangling
poetic endeavors attempting
to garner plaudits generating
infamous, notorious, and
sanctimonious renown diluting
the medium, which
August pantheon replete
with posthumous scriveners
reputations eternally outshining
any facile, infantile,
and juvenile laboring
in my unbiased opinion
far more deserving
of a simple bland communique
devoid of any ripsnorting
flagitious, malicious, and
unscrupulous character assassinating
(mine), which continuously insipid sending
(to yours truly) said
tactfully gentle turning
down efforts requiring
nose to the grindstone painstaking
efforts, which witness shuttering
myself within this
mancave, barely surviving
on thin gruel necessitating
copious blood, sweat, and tears with
nary even a shopworn reprehensible glint
bombarding, condemning, and defaming,
hence such determination bedeviling diligence
to espy acceptably blistering
excoriating, and insulting
nauseating mean opprobrium
meted out to me
until such outpouring
of vindictiveness acquired,
I will continue logic bending writing.
Wherefore art thou to find (even trumped) critique?
Prayed & prayed
Years of misery
Each day of agony
Yearning for a woman
Come into my world
Ask God to send me a
Angel,
Wholesome submissive
Respectful nurturing
Loving kind hearted
Cause 2-1=1 all by myself
Committed to hell
Suffering in silence
best ain’t good enough
Love hard not good enough
Vindictiveness subdue my pride
Manipulation got my mental in a gridlock
Illusion flake my reality
Lord please help
Weak flesh tied me to wickedness
Sociopath ascending on Vernon
Poison my thrill
The thrill is gone
At the lowest
Looking outside myself
My covenant
Spirit check out
Searching for connect
Connect with my true half
Starving for newness
Wishing on a star
When a change to come
Ahhh... close my eyes
Visualize her
Pecan smooth skin
Angelic smile
Crying inside
She out there somewhere
Lord guide me
Blessed the day
She my world
Thrilled my soul at peace
Reset on happiness
Pause on misery
New faze begun
Heartthrobs like king
Solomon’s
Easter has a profound significance...
the resurrection of Christ from the dead,
and after Lent, there's no abstinence or penance;
sacrificed, as prophesied was the Pascal Lamb!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
Easter begins at sunrise
and the faithful sing with triumphant voices,
to glorify the unblemished
Lamb of God so hallowed and reigning!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
Christ, the worthy Lamb, was slain
and now He has risen from Hell,
paying with His shed blood our iniquities in full...
and whoever follows Him will be greatly rewarded!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
There stands, on His Heavenly throne,
the Word revealed to us on the day of resurrection...
not scourged and crucified on the hill of Calvary,
but raised and glorified by the Father of eternity!
With true meekness I pray,...
Lord, take all my sins away!
He died for our sake, and love was His gift,
and as divine as He was, He even endured thirst;
let's dwell in His holy temple that man's malevolence
can't ever tear down or menace with vindictiveness!
Lord, take all my sins away...
with true meekness I pray!
A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s
Dunkirk
ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that make me go berserk
also brings to mind myth of another named King Canute, a Great Dane
whose battle cry and hymn of the Republic made manifest with ease of dirk
visitations with ethereal sprite pushes me to madness and makes me go
insane
torture treatment mangles mental management amidst mire and murk!
The rattle of chains heard despite noiseless apparition and wraith, which curse
and bain
from dark and sinister shadows make me feel like a jerk
at such fallacious belief in preternatural imaginative creations ranked as inane
by this skeptic whose vulnerable acuteness to otherworldly visages does perk
especially during wee hours of morning when superstition runs amuck and
seems to gain
upper hand and let spiral out of rational control thought of afterlife quirk
yet confession must be made that long dead father of wife does wag finger of
disdain
and utter silent disapproval and near ruination by marrying a bum of a guy who
lacks for work!
A Penn Valley phantom appears to haunt and lurk
premises at 1148 Greentree Lane
his youngest daughter (Abby) I pledged my troth and, natch won my Zison’s
Dunkirk
ire and vindictiveness akin to rivalry of Abel versus Cain
now breeds and festers hallucinations that make me go berserk
also brings to mind myth of another named King Canute, a Great Dane
whose battle cry and hymn of the Republic made manifest with ease of dirk
visitations with ethereal sprite pushes me to madness and makes me go
insane
torture treatment mangles mental management amidst mire and murk!
The rattle of chains heard despite noiseless apparition and wraith, which curse
and bain
from dark and sinister shadows make me feel like a jerk
at such fallacious belief in preternatural imaginative creations ranked as inane
by this skeptic whose vulnerable acuteness to otherworldly visages does perk
especially during wee hours of morning when superstition runs amuck and
seems to gain
upper hand and let spiral out of rational control thought of afterlife quirk
yet confession must be made that long dead father of wife does wag finger of
disdain
and utter silent disapproval and near ruination by marrying a bum of a guy who
lacks for work!
The empire is broken, and the emperor
entertaining himself in his nightly briefings
has no immunity.
If ever a ghost rides to shoot, it has no better
retreat.
He is a hollow man, head stuffed with delusion walking on
broken glass, his deliberate disguises, tasteless gibberish,
vindictiveness and obfuscations, misbehaving before the world, show he's a fading star of a new reality show the great decline of American empire -- promised greatness
and delivered a twilight republic upon the shoulders of
his eccentric idiocy, no great communicator rising to occasion,
only an empty man whose end shall come with a whimper and not a bang.