Portrait
This portrait of you gladdens me
It looks like you; depravity
you’d hate it, friend
it’s pitiless,
displays your foul malignity.
Your smile, well
it’s ominous
vampiric canine alias.
The painter tried to hide that smirk
to cover sleaze in fancy dress,
not all paint can cover murk.
He captured your peculiar quirk,
that nostril flare of snobbery
you were a nasty piece of work.
Oh, the times I have regretted leaving you
Thinking about what I would do differently,
Wracking my brain for a better solution
To the problems that caused your bitterness
Eventually leading to my giving up on you.
Came the time when I could no longer abide
Your volatile and temperamental malignity
Which made my life insufferably unbearable,
So, I left behind the good times, and I fled
For my sanity, hoping to make a better life
Unfettered with nastiness and spitefulness,
Keeping in mind “beauty is only skin deep,”
How it takes two to make a relationship work.
Written August 16, 2022
It's not physical cold,
Nor the hunger, bold;
It's lack of human dignity,
And their psychic malignity;
Turns chalices of our nights,
Wilder than wild-beast bites...
21 January 2022
Bite Size Poems no33 Poetry Contest
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Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Humanity is My Biggest LOVE
in 3 languages
Philosophy of Humanity
Humanity is a big Ability
Ability of Society
Ability of Bounty
Humanity is a Sensibility
Sensibility of Generosity
Sensibility of Charity
Humanity is Affinity
Affinity of Quality
Affinity of Reality
Humanity is a Liberality
Liberality of Party
Liberality of Spirtuality
Humanity is a Unity
Unity of Amity
Unity of Cordiality
Humanity is a Legality
Legality of Civility
Legality of Community
So
Salute to Humanity
No brutality
No inhumanity
No malignity
No illiberaty
No racism
No disrespect
Then
Only Humanity
Only HUMAN RIGHT
Thanks
Poem Structure: in My own way
for first timein English
By Mohammed Golshani niya
Poet of Humanity
Non-forfeiting my troth, in bonny and buxom, I believed.
What good is too good? And why is better, better than worse?
Given the first beginnings I merge intuition with silence,
And form my own variant of “das Weltspiel”, as I deny
The realm of Earth and Heaven, and the realm of God and Man.
The progeny of thought, pliant but plum, with no falsity,
Purified by a jaunt of far and beyond, thenceforth
From a beginning to an end, shines in this darkness,
So strenuous in the pleasures of conviction,
Overwhelming and powerful, almost a daemonic proclivity
Towards the duty to produce evil that destroys goodness.
The unrest is raising to overthrow the slavery reigning in the heart,
The slavery that is wearing the Totenkopf , so proud, and so it is!
I want to stop the cant I hear. Full of devilish malignity, the cant
Of a false scruple, in the world of no clear direction.
How one achieves it, if good is too good? If better is better than worse!
O, I have no predestined servility towards tolerance,
And I will passion and protest and be protestingly passionate,
In my own dimension of reality, frigidly judicious, as an old faith.
I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time;
Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme.
What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession,
Against this snail-mover's beleaguered progression?
In swearing truth say why your sight-eclipsing wings
Party and feast and conjure merry over littler beings.
What sadistic banquets in spooky nooks yonder,
Turn your lot-dwindling schemes ever so fonder?
It's true your snaring turns I strongly loathe,
With damning sneers and deserving derision.
What's that blot against heaven's sternest troth,
Obliterating dancing suns on her creasing face?
To what main gain do your life-slicing edges fly,
Usurping innocent freedoms of humble breath?
Your mulish cruises along snaky course-ways,
Flare spite-perfected ills to slay slowing health.
With daring tropes I’ll yet trim hours’ blacking crime,
And I’ll chide the deadly glooms of carnivorous time.
College students today are a professor's worst nightmare
They come to class late, with ripped jeans and purple hair
Without a word of apology for interrupting what's going on
They proceed to bury their heads in their infernal smartphones
Texting and tweeting and checking out Facebook
They don't give a soul in the room so much as a look
While if asked to participate in an activity or discussion
They grumble under their breath and commence a-cussin'
As far as breaks go, if they're given fifteen minutes
The classroom's still empty after thirty; no one'll be in it
They regard homework assignments as affronts to their dignity
A test or an exam --- Why, that's a cancerous malignity
These arrogant airheads of asininity
Shout down those not of their affinity
But come the end of every semester
They all expect "A's" for their sanguininity
December 16, 2018
Entry in "Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: John Lawless
The opinion of and worship of a controlling power,
The belief in and worship of a god or gods;
With designated behaviours and practices,
Disciplined by priests, preachers and other sods.
Love and hate, animosity and respect,
Antagonism, enmity, loathing and hostility;
Desire, warmth, ardour and passion,
All of which created by religion’s antipathy.
Jealousy, grudge, resentment and covetousness,
With malignity, spite controlled by enviousness.
Religions
For like us minions.
THE PHOENIX
You tried to choreograph my life
Cajoled me to dance to your fancies rife
While in every step you tried best
To see me mutely obey at your behest
With my happiness buried, dreams shattered
But I have made it impossible to render me battered
For my soul is fortified by scars of plenty whip-lashes
You try to burn, like the phoenix I rise from the ashes
With propriety I know now to shield my dignity
And fight alone with grit, on life's stage every malignity!
The deadly seven
Although engulfed in sea's stormy stride,
even the killer tides failed to eat false pride,
Living entirely in self, want and greed,
creating divide in name of colour, caste and creed,
Kindness, sincerity and love that were must,
through entire life we were wrapped up in lust,
No help came as ship dwindled for an anchor,
Despair floated as we sank in our own anger,
As if born to live forever, nurtured gluttony,
Ate up resources and nature's harmony,
Sparked the green eyed monster in malignity,
Friends surpassing, blazing embers of envy,
Not working hard as the worthy, lying in sloth,
Losing effervescence and expecting froth,
Only if a man could shun the deadly seven,
will open the golden gates to serene heaven.
Written Jan 30th, 2016
For contest by John lawless
Contest judged- Feb 25th, 2016
Awarded N/A
Now entered for "Second chance 2" poetry contest by Eve
It takes a spine spun of steel
To forgive a hateful infliction.
Many are wont to let it fester
Mining malignity of malediction.
For them `tis a wound to wear
With self-righteous indignation.
They herald the hurt as if a gift
And announce it in celebration.
The soul though is not deceived,
It chides for scarcity of charity.
Holding a grudge for what is grieved
Presupposes mindless temerity.
Counsel to forgive eludes them,
Divine admonition they shame.
Seasons past before they grasp
They self-inflicted their pain.
Byword
(I)
Tittle tattle tales rattle.
Cabalistic cabals in cans:
Malicious mélange of melees.
Mummers murmur, mumchance mumble.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(II)
Malicious mischief shrouds in mesmerism,
Whilst her malignity molds she forgot unfold.
But the morbid medalled she, instead to merge,
Maintains calumnies, which not calmative in anyway.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
(III)
A candid parley and caring suits…
Indeed better parallel match -no losers, all winners-
For cases in conformity and un-confound.
That’s peace, that’s reign, to just justice of the peace.
Mummichog: the perfidious Fundulus heteroclitus-
For this parlance is pestilence:
For your words, for their words,
For your walls, for their walls.
But for their worlds, for your worth.
14/3/1434 ___15/1/2014
©Abdulhafeez Oyewole.
Let we rejoice the
creamy event
tomorrow,
And to say Eid
Mubrak with no
sorrow,
Remember to greet,
tweet and read,
Your inbox full of
bakra Eid,
To shake our hands
with benignity,
To quash the hatreds
of malignity,
This Eid brings the
message of
brotherhood and
humanity,
With divine
blessings and
bestowment of
sodality,
Wish you mirth, wish
you Joys,
Happy Bakra Eid with
highs.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
It erupts and then sublimates
in thirst of response
from the faraway wholeness of truth.
Will not be the same
again this life in motion
of reverse malignity.
Lifting the passage from
script to justify the
suicidal chair of kingdom.
Every morning I wake,the
town weeps for the dead,
killed by street.
The grieving mother tolls
the bell, for each fallen horse.
Earth, receive your sons in shame.
Satish Verma
"Pleased to meet you",a friendly line
I guess you'll be my neighbor for a "little" while
Would you like to come in and have a tasty cup of tea
There is something I should show you
Something you would not believe
Now strung on a rafter through my affinity
You were a fly caught in a web of
maletecence when you fell asleep
Revolting from the stench of my malignity
Your barbed wire ripened flesh is only the beginning
Through my ablation of your anatomy
The bewildered expression on your face
shows the pain I thrive to see
Hung upside down,you are gutted pigotry
No one will ever know that it was ever me
Blood bubbles through your ears and gushes out your mouth
Your gargled scream no one will hear
To my binge I am devout
Terror stricken eyes and horror haunted soul
Your blood has bleached the floor since I plotted your demise
Through your fog glazed eyes I see your life deprived
Reflections of my beligerent smile confirms your last good-bye
Your necrology sealed through a macabrish mind
Pleased to meet you,it sure was fine!!!
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