Prejudicial Poems | Examples

Interstitial

It’s good to know I wrote my stuff
and not some artificial.
I’d say it was intelligent;
that might be prejudicial.

Like steroids shot into the knee
go to the interstitial,
I ran an AI on myself;
I’m human, it’s official. 

The space between the ears: a void
that fills from time to time.
Apparently a robot can’t
construct a clever rhyme.

The only time I’m seeing stars
is when I hit my head;
the bruise is used to cue my muse,
add to my human cred.

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with a nod to 'The Space Between The Stars'

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SERVES AS OUR DELIVERER

March 17 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 1-2

Key Verse – Judges 1:2 And the LORD said, Judah shall go up: behold, I have delivered the land into his hand. 

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO SERVES AS OUR DELIVERER	

Praise be to God for delivering us against:
Purposelessness toward power of prayerfulness
Persecutions along prevailing problems
Perversions midst prejudicial protests
Pride while propelled by His peace
Poverty and pestilence

Judges 1:22 Praise be to the Lord Who 
is with us, accompanying us along His: 
Power as we triumph in His salvation
Provision as we trust His sufficiency
Protection as we testify of His sanctification
Providence as we toil by His standards
Promise as we thank His satisfaction
 
Judges 2:1 Praise be to the Saviour for assuring us that 
He will never break His covenant with us; thus we must:
Love Him, believing His Word
Live for Him, blessed in His work
Learn from Him, built-up up by His wisdom
Lean on Him, braced upon His ways 
Look unto Him, beseeching His will.  Amen!

March 16, 2024

ACRE

ACRE

Well, is it better to travel than arrive
Getting there doesn’t mean you rest
As that is when exploring starts again
To return here, nobody knows when
Stand on the walls and beat your chest
Such adventures make you feel alive 

For some, the journey starts right here
Exploring, thinking, seeing the sights
Digging to realise what history applies
Perhaps seeing this through their eyes
With flaming torches as the only lights
As their destruction was drawing near

But all that was about a millennium ago
Still burning bright in the local identity
Ruined castle walls and a narrow street
Are reminiscent of that painful defeat
All changed forever in that first century
And some events that none will know

The Templar history is calling so strong
What is written seems prejudicial at best
Tunnels and secret passages still survive
And to discover the truth, one must strive
The scratched out writing is a palimpsest
Time for more digging before too long

Not a Classic Poet

Not A Classic Poet

I write with meter, like to rhyme;
Start lines with Capitals, make phrases chime.
But quickly clear it is that I’m
Not a classic poet.

Not Wordsworth, Coleridge or Poe
Not Browning, Plath nor Longfellow.
I’ve never read a Shakespeare, so
I’m not a classic poet.

Though aiming to be conscientious
I lack the urge to be pretentious.
And though occasionally tendentious,
I’m not a classic poet.

Sometimes I have been known to wander,
But rarely do I walk and ponder
Mother Earth or what’s beyond her.
I’m not a classic poet.

Some call my writing superficial,
Their view of it quite prejudicial.
I understand their curt dismissal.
I’m not a classic poet.

“Why write at all?” you may enquire.
Well usually it’s just desire
To pen some words, however dire.
I’m not a classic poet.

And so, with little sense of wonder
No fantasies to labour under
Through rhyming minefields still I’ll blunder.
I’m not a classic poet!

Xenophobia

“Prejudice wears a variety of hats, none of them becoming.”
~ Kevin Ansbro

Is it fear or is it hatred
Of a stranger, the unknown
The premise that the unworthy
Could deprive you of your throne?

Is it feeling self-important 
With a right to underrate
Foreign people with behaviour 
Prone to sow the seeds of hate?

Selfish, haughty, prejudicial
Are the stickers on your back. 
Do your customs and religion
Make you special? What the heck! 

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Words with ‘X’ - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
      Placed 3rd
© 28th April 2023

No Racing Rat Is Indeed Above the Law

No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
We are sick and tired of the hypocrisy
Where the poor are treated wrongfully or unfairly
And the rich get away absolutely scot-free
With odious crimes, with murder and theft
Many innocent people are put to death
In arbitrary, prejudicial and unusual fashion
And the obviously guilty ones are, in their mansion
Or their tower, enjoying life to the fullest
We yearn for the day, when no pests
Or no rat is seen or perceived to be above the law
We want justice to be blind, fair, equal, and raw
No, today is not the first day of spring
Or the first of April. Ring the bells, keep ringing.

Copyright © 4/4/2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.

See Me As a Tree

Not a forest but a tree
     A tree amongst forest
      So, when you see me 
Undress your prejudicial garment
  Mount not the judgement seat,
 Be in your right state of mind,
       And pay attention
        See me as a tree 
    Deal with me as a tree
    Not a forest but a tree
         Lest you lose me
    ---treat me as a tree---
            For I am a tree

Use Nunca

Nunca

[...] O mundo será das pessoas 
que falam menos a palavra "NÃO”. 
Preferem falar nunca.

[...] Use Nunca,
escolha suas palavras 
com sabedoria e fale-as lentamente. 
repita palavras positivas 
como amor, paz e compaixão 
alivia seu estresse prejudicial
e dá forças
para fazer
mais e mais.

Beware of Biased Journalism

Many of my friends no longer watch network news 
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports 
Beholden to their network’s particular political views. 

Eyewitness accounts are dulled from retorts 
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary 
Disgruntled by conflicting prejudicial reports 

Over the years we have all grown wary 
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such, 
By “talking heads” paid for “expert” commentary 

We have closed our minds to anyone out-of-touch 
With rational ways of looking at current events 
Of wealthy news media moguls, and such, 

Many listen to other friends’ informed comments 
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources 
With rational ways of looking at current events 

It is difficult to find the most reliable resources 
Many of my friends no longer watch network news 
Who get their news from more trustworthy sources 
Beholden to their network’s particular political views. 


April 28, 2021

The Breath of God

Would you could 
Within your moving prose, suppose
Your line be cast to moor 
And words be cast to more
And soul be cast to those 
Who truly know
Where you alone 
Might have thought to go. 
We travel together 
A road less known;
Parallel, apart, except 
For the line or two
Cast between the soul or two.
And if our vision be our words,
And if our feelings free as birds,
And if our heart and mind and being
Be upon the line, then yes.
And yes and yes and yes, 
A thousand more.
For we touched, 
Both you and I
The same magnetic North  
All souls compass to embark.
And I would know you 
As a candle knows another’s spark.
And this must now suffice 
For all the world endure;
For this is Love, 
The breath of God,
And nothing be more pure.

Where To Start

A seriously sad seventh son of a soldier entered prime prejudicial puberty
With love and luxuriously liberal thoughts in his hyper hallucinating heart
He was set on dating a diabolically darling daughter of a serious celebrity
So should he go to Hollywood? Hail a bus? Hire a taxi? Where to start? 
Where to start? Where to start?

Sanctimonia

They watch their TV's and the nightly news
acknowledging police brutality,
but do not understand because they choose
to see it only as hostility.

They view the rioters and then complain
about the violence and scenes of hate,
and never take the time to feel the pain
as honest folk of color demonstrate.

While quoting Scripture and the broken laws
and seeing only what they want to see,
without regard to prejudicial flaws,
they castigate all those who don't agree.

We need more change to end this prejudice
and advocates to bridge this wide abyss.

The Gender Equity Utopia

There is a self that is and a self that is desired
that burns inside the spirit person, like a raging fire
At any time, we care to try the way things ought to be
and structure pure and equal gender fair society,
we’ll find there’re inequities all throughout the land
with prejudicial mistreatment others understand.

There is a self that is and a self the world can see
together they make up what one really ought to be.
At any time, you care to try to change the way things are
just hitch all your wishes to the nearest shooting star.
We dream a perfect world with gender equity.
We need a grand Utopia where all are free.

2/10/20

'STRAND CHOICE F,  Brian Strand, Sponsor

A Voice In the Wilderness

Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation upon the wane, a link within
the prejudicial chain of forfeited souls. 
One’s transitions ablaze in the haze, an index
to summarize each hiatus gaze, grappling to come
to terms with this enforced deed of human kindness.
Guided by caring hands, assembled around the room
each demising chair, filled tidily with expressions 
of doom and gloom, here where silence specifies
many words, and lifelong sentiment never heard. Yet
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth — 
worth listening to if allowed to speak!*

*Thank you Richard Lamoureux. for the inspiration and line.

 © Harry J Horsman 2019

Equal In the Eyes of the Father

Equal in the eyes of the Father, 
The chosen people are all the same; 
We uphold the divine brotherhood, 
Under the Savior Jesus Christ's name. 

Though we vary in social status, 
Race, color, culture, and dialect; 
We are one inside the one new man 
Created by Christ, the head-elect. 

The one body is the Church Of Christ, 
The different parts are the members; 
We are all just servants of the Lord, 
We all obey the same word and verse. 

Both rich and poor follow the Lord 
Inside the true organization; 
Without a prejudicial treatment, 
Without any discrimination. 

We are brothers and sisters in Christ, 
We all belong to one another; 
The sheep of the flock really remain 
Equal in the eyes of the Father.

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