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I looked up the word 'boor' in my Funk n' Wagnalls to verify the truth.
I found that, "A 'boor' is one who's ill-bred, crude and somewhat uncouth!"
I find boors obnoxious and inconsiderate jerks when they flaunt their gall!
Their disgusting, rude and churlish behavior nearly drives me up the wall!
I detest loud-mouthed youths (and adults) who I suppose vie for attention.
Their total lack of respect for anything is beyond my comprehension!
Their public display of putrid language is offensive to others' ears.
Free speech is fine but public vulgarity could be reined in, it appears!
My eyes glaze over when gasbags bore me with trivial conversation,
And don't get to the point and babble on and on without cessation!
In a fine cafe why don't boors stifle cell phones and let people dine in peace!
Their chattering is akin to a pair of magpies or a skein of honking geese!
Teenage boors practically make love in malls that is offensive to many others.
Aren't kiddies today taught be a bit more discreet by their pops and mothers?
They tote their boom boxes with 'music' blaring throughout the 'hood.
I'd like to tell them where they can shove those things if I legally could!
I loathe smart aleck boors who tailgate and impair my driving vision.
Don't they know this lack of common sense is apt to cause a collision?
I reckon I'd better wind this down and not bore with further dissertation,
But no doubt by now with boorish boors you can sense my frustration!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 5 in Linda's "I'm Bored With_____" Contest - May 2011
Some things are sacred
They shouldn’t be tarnished
With vulgarity or crudity
They deserve reverence
God is holy, above anything
He shines down His love
That should never be degraded
With rudeness or offensiveness
There are some things in this life
That is worth more than wealth
Nature with all it’s beautiful wonders
Alive with glimmers of creation’s air
The very air we breathe is a gift
A God given part of our lifeforce
We could never measure it’s worth
It is what keeps us from death’s hold
The trees, birds and brilliant colors
Of an earth that is covered in joys
So enlightening that they surround
With hues of tenderest acceptance
The sacred should be reverenced
With true adoration and respect
That flows from our hearts and souls
With a sense of what is God’s purpose
True wisdom will tell every reflection
That we are sent here with an intention
To give the parts of our own selves
That will acknowledge the spirit within
His spirit desires to guide us to the way
The truth, the life… Jesus is the answer
To teach us about sacred revelations
That whisper with gentle benevolence
Unspoken words on my thoughts
As moon hidden behind the clouds
Unable to spectate wholly
But penetrates as chill out.
One day of silence channeled years of bondage.
Smile of your lips, always I yearned for.
Voice echoes deep waterfall, smells a fresh bloomed flower,
You don’t need make over
You are already a naked beauty.
Not on vulgarity but on true beauteous and gentleness.
So what are you waiting for?
Do what you wanna do!
Go where you wanna go!
Freedom is yours,
Wollstone might’ve forget something
But you are here,
Go , my darling liberate thyself with love and grace.
I'm willing to worship
Any girl that calls me a name other than disgusting
The world is progressive
But it has not moved forward
I turn to face the linoleum, saying,
"Oh the ceiling is looking mighty fine today"
And then they squeal
"Ew, she's looking at me!"
Report me to the principal if you dare
I dare you to be outed
And still have to show up to class every day
I leave the locker room
Gym shorts and ugly gray t-shirt
Covering up the undeserved shame I feel
I'm just focused on trying to make the volleyball team
I'm not worried about how high you're hiking up your shorts
It doesn't make you look cool
Oh, and Josh, I talked to him
He doesn't like you
I hope your Christian parents
Can see how you dress when they aren't there to check in the morning
Putting on mascara that's full of vulgarity
And misleading phrases
Your pretty polished faces made middle school living torture
I should have stayed in the closet
Instead of coming out for you
Some insane person is planning a conspiracy
against us to weaken our bond of friendship,
and this malicious person is attacking us
with vulgar and unsound comments,
which aren't as ironic as he thinks;
let us all give the delirious bully
a strong dose of our reality...
by declaring his insanity!
Police must track this maniac down,
put him behind bars for his vulgarity
and death threats meant for this community;
freedom of speech is deliberately being abused
with constant obscenities lashed at us
by this undesired member full of hostility...
a misanthrope speaks obscenity
to express his unexplainable hatred and envy;
and the wider attention he gets, the sooner he's gratified!
Devoted poets, continue writing your beautiful verses,
and ignore his wasted energy on deliberate foolishness;
the real satisfaction doesn't come from a vindictive attitude,
but by letting justice make him feel the harshness of its law!
Look at the bright side...he will be caught and and charged accordingly;
and do not attempt to pity him when is convicted of his crime...
we have warned him many times, but he wouldn't heed or comply;
And who needs a sociopath, who disturbs the peace and disrupts creativity?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I want to go to a time when things were great.
I wish that I could travel back in time to 1978.
I'd like to revisit the seventies because I loved that decade.
Back then, 8 Track tapes and records were still being played.
Songs were clean back then, now they're littered with the F word.
In 1978, music meant something and vulgarity wasn't what we heard.
40 years ago, we had no smart phones and no High Definition TV.
But landline phones and standard definition are just fine with me.
Video games sucked back then but I could live with an Atari.
If I could revisit 1978, I don't think that I would be sorry.
She was sitting in her favorite moment with her chair of comfort; thinking about how he made her feel. With a tingling feeling between her thighs, she gave those lonely walls an erotic smile. It was the first time she met sexuality with a raging vulgarity.
Thinking inside her mind. How and when did this happen in the pages of her time to shine. Slipping into the conciousness; in her poets time in rhyming. Then she got up from her chair and laughed deep inside.Thinking apon another space in time. When living was just a lie. Then she laughed again. This time with the mirth of Christmases gone by. As she walked into the kitchen. Her gaze rose to the refrigerator. With the magnet that read " Does this magnet make my butt look big?" Remembering where she bought that; at a flea market. With her children's father in tow. Scowling endearingly in memory of how he made her feel. On that particular day and most days with him. Her mind slipped into that space.
She knew in her heart; that relationship had already slipped away. And on the ride home from the flea market. She was inside the car with him driving beside her. That's when she broke free telling herself to run breaking internal boundaries. It was the season of changes in the writing of her life. And she was ready to never glance back. At the relationship of shaming. She told herself that she had the right to fight for her giftedness inside.
DEDICATED to CO SCOTT
Cold Play. Green Eyes. Song( Not romantic just spiritual love for such a giving manager. Thank you.)
Beautiful Pain. song and video by Emimem
How, How Much....?
The blood was very pure
The green grasses were childlike sure
The war brutally destroyed our war heroes and heroines
Thousands of peoples died
Thousands of mothers and sisters couldn't save their chastity
for this land, for the freedom of this land
This is our land, holy land, and motherland
We, the Bangladeshi,
The pure Bengali of world history
The pure Bengali on the holy lap of the earth
Who are they?
Who will give them nationality?
Who will give them back their state?
How much will the pure Bengali tolerate these peoples vulgarity?
………? ? ?
-Monday, July 29, 2019 Chattogram
Gussie Moran, a tennis star,
Created quite a stir
When she wore lace-trimmed underwear,
Created just for her.
In 1949 this was,
On Wimbledon’s staid courts;
The British folk were scandalized,
According to reports.
Designed by Teddy Tingling,
A tennis pro and Brit,
The all-white skirt (above the knees!)
Had newsmen in a snit.
They said she brought “vulgarity”
And even, more so, “sin”
Into a sport that prior
Only let the proper in.
Along with her obit, there was
A photo of her wearing
These very clothes; to us, today,
They’re anything but daring.
But bravo to this fearless gal!
Her charms she did assert
When she gave fans at Wimbledon
A shock beneath her skirt.
Hear this voice, " You were born a woman:
act like one, the word "Woman" does not mean "Man".
God never makes mistakes in conception,
even when choosing a specific name:
He's not a computer with a glitch, He is perfection!
The lifestyle of the parents are to blame,
it's insane how humans transform themselves
into monsters creating the fierce battle of the sexes!"
Hey, you get off my cloud! Vulgarity is reflected in your character,
your sleaziness comes across as words are spoken;
you hang out where cocaine is sniffed and weed stings on
breath in a den of demons where they breathe poisonous air:
their judgment is withdrawn from their minds to comprehend danger!
Continue to indulge in perverted pleasure, ignore constant warnings:
the thought of decency scares you as your hatred increases;
whatever you plan, it will not succeed: this mind never bends!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
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