The deep fault of the human race
is that there are no individuals any more.
~ Søren Kierkegaard
Pixels in the machine it seems
Articulating world schemes, twirled
Reality for those addicted to a screen,
Too timid into be seen in between ~
Inventions of mad men with intentions of perverting
Common sense, it’s so passé
Loving everything but Roget’s suggestions~
Even poems must have an ending!
Menageries of words saying nothing, galleries of pixel
Animations replacing animates en masse
Nothing leftover for the poor,
who don’t exist except
in old picture books.
Sentimentality
Most curious
duality ... this
Sentimentality
Excessive tenderness,
sadness, nostalgia
corrupting modality,
distorting reality's
social edifice
Brain-cramping
contortion,
fierce pressure
building,
Sentimentality
wielding an
assault on
humanity!
Liars lie with
impunity
Childhood
lessons lost
Darkness
perverting civility
Root of irrational passions,
misplaced idealism—
This insidious,
ever-swelling
tsunami of
Sentimentality
As the clock ticks towards that final hour
some may wish for sweet words in place of sour
but I do not live in an ivory tower
perverting my view
paid for with the proceeds from
a million dollar modeling contract
for in today’s world the value of
what a woman writes depends on how pretty
is she who wields the pen
I’ve been bruised and beaten by reality
for far too long to sing a bullsh*t song
I do not deign to drape myself
in a shapeless white designer dress
that would double for a sheet
worth enough money to provide food to eat
for a hundred famished families
like mine as a child for months
as I recite empty idealistic fantasies
to end another loathsome year of hate and fear
Though such poetry may sound pleasant to the ear
what many people want to hear
I write what is true not what will please
no flowery fictions to set souls at ease
Humanity
Humanity is given existence to thrive and
dreams of reaching a new height
Humanity was not bequeathed entitlement
perverting ability to misuse might
Penned: 12/22/2021
4:23 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
We bite the dust every morning,
spitting gray powder, like desperados.
Firebirds nosedive in forewarning,
perverting the trees into hell’s tornadoes.
We taste sooted smog on our tacky tongues,
dragging all our shadows of remorse.
Finding no habitat for our wheezing lungs,
we long for the rain’s fecund watercourse.
We find Death Valley spreading like a contagion,
and dodge parched patches, bruised and baked by sol.
So delirious our meandering, we know not our region,
our infernal night camps reek of cinder and wood coal.
We chant, not knowing the meaning of an arcane lyric,
unsure how to summon the recondite eidolon of Seth.
As city shells smolder, all chronic hearts await some mantic.
Surely hell will freeze over, so we wait with bated breath.
Growing are the grumbles
By a Gathering of Humbles:
A skyrocketing effort to change an unchanging Dinah,
In figures, now closely chasing the population of China:
The grumbles, a fast succeeding siege against the judge
Now set to hit Justice where it hurts…
The earlier mumbles a saintly grudge
Whose holder unrestrainedly blurts.
A wig is helping an untiring lawbreaker,
Scheming to the wrong guy dump in rancorous jail;
One hell of a faking hostage taker
Juggling with sacred laws and trying to not fail!
Now, it’s an uncannily crappy proceeding,
All the jurors alive to the misleading:
The not guilty to soon watch the outside world from Dark Keyhole
The veritable Child of Judicial Remote Control.
Now, the grumbles are preaching
A second long look at the interpreter,
The earlier mumbles alleging a bewitching
Of the chosen typewriter;
The mumbles also cocksure of a garage
Groaning under the weight of new Toyota Cams
The grumbles amplifying to barrage
Judge’s recent receipts of Justice-perverting big yams.
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did I hear
Your emails were given without any care
The powers that be have relented this truth
To empower your foes with the absence of couth
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did you say
More "glittering generalities" one could absorb in a day
Just listening and knowing that the general facts
Have no fidelity or sincerity when down to brass tacks
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary your words should take heed
Perverting their meaning by twisting their deed
To make claims of human kindness with your heart fully filled
With the ice of deceit and a soul that is nil
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you seem larger than life
But the facts of the matter are way more than rife
Your little mind, soul and heart is piteous at best
To think you can fool all of us is one naive, shortsighted and ill-advised test!
Oh Hillary, dear Hillary you're like a chick out of its nest
Your posture cannot cure, nor your clothes deceive the best
Of the denizens of state that require you to be strong
When deep down inside you indistinctly don't belong.
Good
Peace, love
Inspiring, caring, supporting
Compassion, empathy, selfishness, immoral
Destructing, perverting, depraving
Fear, hate
Evil
Nayda Ivette
11-1-2015
You Suffocate Me with Darkness…
~Satan~
Lawless, deceiver
Perverting, accusing, murdering
Fallen angel, ruler of darkness, marriage destroyer
You stalk, you lie, you destroy, you steal my loved ones’ joy
You are the real loser
in
The
End
You permeate my life with prisms of warm sunshine…
~Almighty God~
Rejuvenator, love illustrator, galaxy maker, poem saver
Shepherding, protecting, sacrificing
Prince of Peace, Sea-calmer, our best friend
You came, you lived, you sacrificed your life
You
are
the
main event
In Paradise…
Our Lord
Written by John Aaron Green & Gwendolen Rix
1-2-11
For Opposites Attract Collaboration Contest~Tracie Indigo Dream Weaver
John wrote the first half and believes that our poems will be inscribed into the streets of gold in Heaven which is referenced in the second half-- “poem saver”. Gwendolen wrote the second half.
Lies,
we hear them,
rushing through our temples;
corrupting our very minds;
perverting our very thoughts;
today we heard-
a lie.
A lie,
where millions begin to die,
their bodies filled with lead;
without provocation; led,
becoming dust;
dispersed.
We hear it,
yet we cannot act.
Fades into the past and becomes the fact;
we must move on,
we mustn't weep,
life proceeds;
cruelly.
Darest V.C.,
The voodoo was the ill-omen,
Like the Mills bomb of the uniformed;
The voodoo was under-stated:
Youngsters danced by your stygian microcosm;
The voodoo was our ill-omen,
A crypt in this forest of pantology!
Darest V.C.,
The tear-gas tattle in the tavern;
The uniformed patrol perverting the road;
The pestilence of beating rods;
The petrifying forcing of the lasses
In vaults inside the vault;
Are these the few marks
Of the venality in the Ichor?
Darest V.C.,
Of course, not these alone!
Many are limping: few are walking,
And some of the walkers are limping
In their inside –
Of course, not these alone!
We all saw the fallen logs,
These logs – darest V.C.,
Should have been the ready trees
In the forest of their ancestors;
Of course, not these alone!
Many of the stars were lost
By the reposition of your sky,
And we like one long wood
Are the fallen logs of the Ichor!
Then – darest V.C.,
At your kindly instance
Some logs were towed to the ready rascals
Of the regius horse-pital;
Of course, not these alone!
Blood of gods gushed freely
From these blessed horizons of your rod.
Damn these days of separation,
we both react out of desperation.
Where simple logic is thrown aside,
and dog eat dog reeks of self pride.
Trying to survive with no obligations,
loosing my mind knowing my past fixations.
My life had purpose my life had definition,
both of you my responsibility despite my minds condition.
I gave it my all almost always,
despite our differences lingering in the hallways.
Guilt-ridden I am, and don't know how else to feel,
wishing you'd disarm your anger at me so we can heal.
Can you understand that we're both hurting?
Both subjecting our hearts to perverting.
Are you going to hate me? Or let me back in?
The fracture of our hearts, proof of original sin.
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