Repute Poems

THE F---WORD

Seems like certain politicos toss about the f---word thinking they're cute!

Didn't their mommies teach them that real ladies and gents of good repute,

Don't express themselves in public in such a disgraceful manner and so crudely?

"Profanity is the effort of a feeble brain to express itself lewdly!"

No more pride

Abusing the meek,
Manhandling the weak,
Pleasure, if you like to seek,
Thinking that they don’t speak,
Your life becomes very bleak,
Once the torture reaches its peak!

People will no longer be mute.
If you change not your pursuit,
It will bring down your repute;
Very bitter is its fruit!

Become not ‘The Narcissistic Sun’;
You will be liked by none.
Permanent is not your power;
Hour by hour, it withers like a flower!
Take not pride in your strength;
Be aware, too short is its length!


4th Place

Water Into Wine

Concern of the father for his fond children should be shown.
To this world, shouldn't your eternal glory be made known?
Marriages brought minds and hearts together like birds of feathers.
Joy in the wedding of Cana Brim-filled beyond measures

Mary, mother of mothers, as a friend of friends felt one
The household, with the bride and groom, was in frolic and fun.
As the one felt the feelings, she felt the wine diminish.
Won't, at the end, for no sin of his, the steward languish?

As dawn on the summer morning, to you secrets were clear.
For you, the father, repute of the bride and groom were dear.
In the form of your first sign, you revealed yourself as God.
Though they applauded your act, did you seek any reward?

At a dip of your hand, water, the sign of human will
Changed into wine, a sign of your blood… Awe-filled crowed stood still.

when a whore house was fun

When a whore house was fun

I sat down to write about flowers, those often
called weeds and grows on untended pavements
but another thought got in the way as I recalled
that flowers in a whore house are usually plastic
except for a chrysanthemum on
a painting on a wall of an artistic whore
I have had much fun in houses of ill-repute
it is not only sex but also laughter  and dance
The girls liked young  sailors and the possibility
of a steady relationship.
It did happen to a sailor coming home from Brazil
with a blushing bride, no need to tell how 
they had met
Time has changed, women are victims of men's
sexual demands and places where many victims
operate from have been closed down 
Just as well, women in this trade are sex workers
and if not treated rightly, can take a customer
to court, or try a little blackmail
Whoring was more moral before you paid and
had a laughter, not hard-headed business 
as the line of work has become

Withdrawal

Watching you go through withdrawal 
Seeing you suffer like your skin crawls
Never have I been so proud 
You are stronger now laying on the ground 
How do you wonder as you’re in pain
But the thunder of your heart is changed
You refuse to be a house of ill repute
For drink drugs and evil spirits so loose
You have kept your word and fight each urge
To use again and fly like blue bird
Instead you bravely stay on the ground
Where flowers grass love at last are found

BYE ERN

BYE ERN

There once was a man from Bavaria
Whose actions could not be scarier
In the woods where he lurked
And at night where he worked
It was designated as a no-go area

But at heart he was a secretive guy 
Of ill repute, but couldn’t see why
All those songs that were sung
About him being well hung
From a tree in the woods so high

GOD'S GLORY ALWAYS -

Grandeur gloriousness reveal Renaissance God glory
Laurels tributes elevations treasured honored glory Always 
Omni acclaimed exhortations based hommage ovations
Renowned  p l a n d i t  repute raves glory God Always
Yahweh confident placed in almighty God glory always 

12/13/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©

Janus Face - 1290

“I hold a delightful being and an undesirable being inside of me. 
                             It’s up to you which one you meet”
                                                                                 ~~The Poet~~ 

dismally destructive
yet charmingly creative

unabatedly chaotic 
obligatorily perfection

unsophisticatedly naïve
graciously worldly wise

uncouth and ill-mannered
poised etiquette

audaciously rude
enticingly eloquent

unsuitably slovenly
exactingly efficient

decked in Shabby attire
styled with cultured couture

disheveled, dingy
polished, well-groomed

in company of many in ill-repute
thoroughbred acquaintances

robotically draconian
artistically graceful

Obnoxious

reprehensible 
         his unwanted advances ~
man of bad repute 

uncouth behavior 
          sexual harassment ~
cat-calling women 

brings shame upon self 
          needs attitude adjustment ~ 
simply obnoxious

Fanny and the Prick

Fanny's flirts and flings had found her fickle fame,
She couldn't shed her shady shame off her name.
T'was more give than take,
Yet none for her sake -
Till one fond foreplay - Fanny finally came. 

From there  Fanny's fishy repute fell deep down,
Far, wide and beyond her native English town.
Not the faintest flirt 
She would ever blurt -
Fanny from then came with a fret and a frown.

Fanny's infamous frenetic fellow Dick 
Stood up and came to comfort Fanny real quick.
Dick and his glory 
Left in a hurry -
Perpetuating plot - Fanny and the Prick. 

To Dick's bewildered eyes it turned out Fanny,
In the grand scheme of thing was drag queen Tranny. 
Dick ran for his life, 
And back to his wife -
Scared, seldomly strayed from adoring Annie. 

April 28, 2023

Clerihew Mallarme

A poet from France Stephane Mallarme
was always cool and so calm
by repute the foremost Symbolist
but his Livre* publication he missed.

*Mallarme never saw published his experimental style  Livre(book)

Zoot Suit

An exaggerated style, the zoot suit
          was a statement in clothes.
      Yet it fell into ill repute,
                    history shows.

Outlandishly flamboyant and distinct,
          comedy bore the roots. 
     That grew in the Harlem precinct,
                    as culture suits. 

With wide lapels and tight-pegged trousers,
          they seemed ostentatious.
      And denounced as rabble-rousers;
                    loose and spacious.

Worn by African-American youth
          and poor Mexican teens.
      They looked rebellious and uncouth,
                    more so than jeans.

Oft accessorized with a gold key chain
          and a fedora hat.
      Wartime sailors showed their disdain;
                    armed with a bat.

About racial tension; more than fashion,
          L.A. riots broke out.
     And boys beat without compassion,
                   left little doubt.


(Rhyme)


12/21/2022


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Clerihew Collins

William Collins in poetic mode
wrote some verse in an ode
Also rakish  by repute
& melodic balance non did dispute

Cobbled Stones

The path to eternity
weaves and turns
As choices deceive
and judgment burns

Its labyrinth changing
and mirror lined
Voices in transit
new order unrhymed

Pursuit often folly
refusal is death
The push is internal
escaping your breath

Beginnings unending 
the past in refute
Each moment unfolding
—beyond all repute

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Where Do Each of Us Fit In

We are not given the choice during our lifetime
Our path is already mapped out for each individual
As hard as we try to change our path
It is quite difficult or impossible to become
Someone else, it is engrained in our soul
A character of ill repute or a leader of a great nation
Where do each of us fit in?

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