Scurrilous Poems | Examples

Still Saluting Putin?

Will Putin listen?

Siberia gulags glisten

Hysteria seeds myopia

Creeds..deeds feeds dystopia

Crimea bleeds...greed cornucopia

Impassioned stock shock rationed

Shepherd & flock fashioned

Russian roulette yet again

Ukraine disdain cam-pain

Vladimir fears

Scurrilous sneers

Mutinous jeers

Career nadirs

Dissident disappears

Old school kidology

Muscovite cruel mythology

Satellite strewn astrology

Fossil fuel fool geology

Ideology without apology

Bizarre highfalutin Tsar theology

Snarling Stalin’s darling anthology

true, true, true, true true

We’re just being ourselves
We’re not presenting ourselves
on a plate, commodifying ourselves.

We’re refined and pared-back—plain
but with an intriguing complexity.

We’re simple and indestructible,
our diasporic styles, assembled in a frenzy
by spontaneous instinct, need no audience.

You’ll find us in the coffee shops, the libraries
streaming and scrollin’ to unheard, noise-cancelled, beats
or in the bars kickin’—let the music play—I can’t talk much about it.

We’re not overly thought-out, sure, we ruminate, but then we’re
automatic rather than laboured, creative without overthinking.

We’re emotional and immediate, but clearly avoiding
slightly scurrilous condom entanglements—yeah
—there are reasons. true, true, true, true true.
.
.
Songs for this:
Let the Music Play by Papik & Sarah Jane Morris
Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead

Peculiar

O, strange, unusual, odd one.

You never seem to fit in; you always find yourself in front of the gun.

Always at the end of scurrilous attacks

They aim and shoot vitriol with their shameful acts.

But fitting in was never a part of the plan.

Apart, you were set apart to do a great work that most will never understand.

Yes. The black sheep of the family by far

When you walk, when you talk, their burning desire is to pull the veil on your star.

But shine, you will.

So, peace be still.

And be ashamed of your calling? This you should never be.

You were chosen to stand and tell a beautiful story.

Night Creatures

Like a gecko, that one changes their colours
speaks in tongues long then short blue
climbing up and down walls clicking
translating the draconians’ poetic profusions
all are night creatures in the absence of light fluctuations

they scurry along the cracks over the white and the black 
5 fingers 5 toes, quite quite reptilian, 
efficient in the chosen environment, useful,
amusing a muse, then, when the mourning sun rises, 
contradictory, scurrilous, misplaced, undeniably ugly, 

yet cute

Night creatures, light framed 
lone vigils, velvet skinned strict vigilantes
on all fours preying Carthusian monks
nakedly bathed in absinthe chartreuse
through their clicking chants, looking for true

through the glass onion
peeling back layers 
shedding skin
on a wall
5 fingers, 5 toes 

amusing a muse



Candide Diderot. ‘24 





sadeness.
enigma.

Evening Sonata

Written: December 28, 2023
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flounder in fictional field
—squeals and squeaks
Whimpers and growls
Sylphic swaying,
of flames spewing,
inwardly throbbing 
of my nostril
lobotomized cosmic orbs.
scent of cinnamon
and coral on a rosary
interlaced of aurulent rimes. 
 

Shrouded your burgundy &
coniferous ravines
loop of vitality
& unbearable redemption
in spanning eons,
ineffable wonder cradled
by melodic hums and buzzes
of lazy heat
and whistles of pitches
of endless hymns
echoes of choral chants
sung by soloists. 

black ravens croaking,
like peals of doom
dewy allelomorphs
with waft-aloft wings
angels of ethereal whisper
of thunder,
that rang deafeningly
through the crevices,
of anodal motion
scurrilous loci
modeled as diploid.

So What

The naysayers are going to "nay,"
So why are you concerned with what they
think or say? 

They're just doing their job,
And some are quite good at it...
Remember you had a glorious destiny
Before they had an opinion.
So please never forget--
To forget would be tragic;
Knowing you never unleashed that God-given magic.
It was given to you,
So you must see it through.
Yes, by being true to yourself--
And no worries; you have all the help.

So...

So, what, they give you the evil eye?
Stay true and remember your "why."
So what if they launch scurrilous attacks and 
Act jealous?
It's okay because truth shines in darkness like a
waxing gibbous 
So what they throw lemons at your feet
Step on them and then pick 'em up and make
Lemonade that's cold and sweet

So.... So.... So....  What?
The stage has been set; the time is now. So strut!

False Vacuum

My microcosmos is really a false vacuum. 
It may eventually collapse. 
I read an article floating in the wind. 
I become an unwritten novel.

I watch the ants carry the breadcrumbs 
 into the dismal soil leading into another world. 
I look outside seeing pockets of pain. 
I yearn to jettison out of my world on a jet. 

A long voyage around the liquid abyss
 where silent screams emanate. 
The light dims outside.
I await deliverance from Epic Error.

All may eventually collapse into scurrilous beliefs 
 created by scoundrels.
Am I greater than the sum of my fragments? 
I'm too exhausted to answer this. 

Persistence is futile in the Kingdom of Pain.

Realities

(a sonnet)

Two realities, both alike in dignity,
In fair America, where we lay our scene,
There fallacious grudges explode into mutiny,
and lawful-blood makes patriot-hands unclean.

From common bonds these neighborly foes,
sail contrary seas of truth; on which they stake their lives.
Some, stoked for misadventure, by the host of a TV show,
do with their scurrilous deeds bury their futures for strife.

The fearful passage of compatriots love,
by continued embrace of marketed rage,
which, admitted truth and humility could dispose of,
fills now our breathless hours and sets our stage.

Which of you, with angry hearts, will patient peace attend,
and back away from martial games so pointless strife can end?

Positive Thoughts For Your Own Healing

We have often seen “chemistry”
Scurrilous thought: chemistry-shemmistry!
But we know it when we witness it
(Like so many of the best definitions, right?)
Take this application to the next level:
More of quantum, vibration … less animal
Waves, Particles, “wavicle” - when scientists watch them!
Apply this chemistry to healing; RIGHT thought vibration  


NB.shalom-shalom! If we are just flesh and matter, I quit right now on 1/1/2020

p.s. George, "WORD HOBO" helped us all by referring to a book, "This is your Brain on Music." The author, Daniel Levitin, is a neuro-scientist, who has the FACTS. For example, sad music - yes, sad music - releases the same PROLACTIN in humans as is released during sex and childbirth. Beyond the urge t make great jokes, let us add that MUSIC is proved to also reduce Cortizone, a great thing!  Pleasurable music, which is different for each of us, will also release T-cells and NK (natural KILLER cells for bad guys inside you). Google TED talks 2015. PTL

Contemptuous Conscience-Repost

Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.

Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.

Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate.





Written...Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard-Contest
Judged Nov.03.2019
Writing Challenge - December - 
Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Repost...Dec.03.2019

Placed 2'nd...Thank You

Contemptuous Conscience

Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.

Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.

Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate. 





Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish

N/A for contest

Waiting For a Message In a Bottle

The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
~~~
The clouds move in to hide the paralytic pain
And the thunder muffles the beat of my heart
Within entangled emotions that silently drain
Toward the wounded waters that keep us apart
~~~
Perhaps in the deep distance, there may be hope
For the shore surrenders its secrets of the mist
I’m sinking in the sand of eternity trying to cope
Digging upon dreams of the last time I was kissed
~~~
Thus now the Earth begins to shake and wobble
For it brings forth to me, my message in a bottle.





Nov.01.2018
Tell Me A Story 2
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri


Placed 2 [4'th of 4]

Socialization

Socialization

When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?

Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege 
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..

©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter

Socialization

Socialization

When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?

Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege 
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..

©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter

Socialization

Socialization

When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?

Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege 
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..

©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter

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