Clique click clickety-click
If you are liked group acceptance is quick
Clique click clickety-clack
Upset one, knives felt in your back
Clique click clickety-clock
Whispering messages sent round the block
Clique click clickety-cluck
Recreant bullies deliberate destruct
Clique click clickety-click
Treacherous two-faced hypocrites
Speak up against one when one attacks you
They'll group together the bully gang crew
They follow like sheep to try to seem cool
Encouraging each other, each torturing tool
Lecture on righteousness, go against it themselves
Bullies own egos stacked high on their shelf
Clever smart answers to try and impress
Wilful nastiness they will not suppress
Pushing, goading with a poisonous tongue
Septic words spoken that can't be undone
Negative words tightens noose round a neck
Friends and families mourn their own dead
Why batter and beat to control and feel strong?
When most know its wicked and morally wrong
No bullying, no tears, no victims to suffer
Kindness, respect - no pain to another.
12.12.20
The Canal
Pollock painted pathways
Jagged edged, reaching to infinity
Artfully designed
In perspective
With purple and yellow blotches
On the grassy bank.
Faeces placed with little thought
By seagulls, swans,
Ducks and dogs
All make their mark
Creating an asphalt masterpiece.
Crook-backed,
A recreant rook is perched aloft,
Eyes on fire, a shining cloak of black,
Surveying the unfinished canvas
Down below,
Perhaps to add a forgotten brushstroke.
The canal
Marches onward
One bridge at a time.
On reflection
The stippled surface
A crusted skin of
Black and tan,
Silver and grey
Tries, at least,
To bid farewell to another winter.
Upside-down people amble
The path above
Whilst mid-way,
Huddled clumps of gold bring brightness
To a morbid
Sullen day.
Coquets with many I was blind
Hoodwinked for many years
Exploited all I gave to you
Adultry is your mistress
Tainted by your selfishness
Enveloped in your lies
Recreant that you are
I built my pillars
My foundations, in sand
Thusly, my confidence suffered
Anon-and-gone, I struggled to fill the boxes
Those blank cubes on the checklist of your needs
Oh, I did it, eventually, only to hear your recreant farewell
I once thought I was not worthy of your love
For I am a bumbling fool at so many things in life
Wearing my heart for all to see, (and make assumptions of)
But I am sure to my marrow and coursings
That NO ONE else can EVER love you as completely as I do
As deeply as I do, and as unfailingly true as I do
That is the ONLY thing that can make ANYone
Worthy of your love ...
And deserving of your intents
I didn't see that ... then
YOU didn't see it, and you can't see it now
THAT is what makes you
Unworthy of ME ...
But thanks.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Standard Contest 170 Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
D-evoted servant of God
E-arnestly lives by His command;
M-issing not the worship
I-nside the temple in the land.
T-hird of September Sunday,
A-n early praise is held;
D-evoted servant of the Lord
U-ses the love unparalleled.
R-emain constantly pious,
A-s your faith is kept radiant;
N-o sign of being recreant is seen to the devoted servant.
Lonesome, sustenance impaired,
Whispers echoed, undeclared,
Overlooked and unprepared,
Caught off guard, I thought you cared.
Regarded gone, inanimate,
Benevolence inadequate,
Self destruct, abandonment,
My ego, my antagonist.
Recreant, my feet retreat,
Unable to admit defeat,
Tenebrous, distant concrete,
Starlight shows abyssal streets.
Breezes flurry overhead,
Strands are stirring 'round my head,
My minds museful heed misread,
Wet streams down cheeks of words unsaid.
Legs fixed in place eternally,
Sunrise peaks beauty fervently,
Night's thoughts now an absurdity,
Abstain death's fall, uncertainty.
second terra,masters of the nether world,
black is their art,as crafty smoke curls
behind a screen,landscaping scenes,amazing,
chemical elements influence our being
projecting images,manipulating thoughts
misguided perceptions easily bought
subliminal messages,chaotic fuel
hatred belies evil despotic rule.
recreant,miscreant,one and the same
lowly existence,there they'll remain
sinking lower to depths,uncaring of deeds
subliminal messages,planting evil seeds
appearances frequent to mislead perceptual
third eye needed to discern the actual
programs running,they're constantly gunning
head shots,heart shots,they've got,cunning
skills diverse,if left open for attack
awareness,understanding,will guard your back
no compromise on the bridge
as you stand on the ridge
spirit within' to keep you on edge
outskirts,outposts,uncharted fields
strength and honor,due time it will yield.