Short Aspersions Poems
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The mirror sees me
As eyes casting aspersions
I cannot look at myself
For longer than its reflection
I do not want me to crack
Tin cup of criticism
hollow and blue
Empty aspersions
poison the brew
Its venom unasked for
distilling in pain
Opinion left rancid
—acidic and vain
(The New Room: November, 2021)
Porsche drivers are the elite of our society
Scottie owns one, his nose high above this atmospherity
Don't want to cast aspersions
But it's a 2012 version
But it's still a Porsche, his nose is still high in the skyity
Monkeys stare through cages at the zoo
Picking teeth, scratching each other too
But who are we to cast aspersions
We each have our primate reversions
Reflecting us, monkeys see – monkeys do
* For Linda-Marie's Zany Zoo challenge
Don't want to cast aspersions but have you heard these words
Things are going to turn out to be different, so say the birds
A feeling of some tugging
Maybe gravity that's sucking
Perhaps aliens who were naked as in the shadows they lurked
The director of the new play 'Assertions'
Held auditions for the lead female role.
To avoid any assertions of casting aspersions
He asked all hopefuls to dress as nasturtiums.
The role called for a lady so delicious and yummy
That the audience would want to gobble her up,
Like real nasturtiums with edible flowers and leaves.
Return to the nest and dream of grand scenarios
Exist in conjured moments where we can be closer or further divided
Anything but this middle ground latency
A purgatory of judgement
You cut off all future plans
Severed aspersions roll off the block
And stop at my feet
Look up at me with wild uncertainty
Kick it back to the nest and dream of grand scenarios
But I’ll refrain, she said to me.
I have my doubts, will wait and see.
She’s broken silence in the past;
her gossiping is unsurpassed,
the queen of gab in royal reign,
but I’ll refrain.
See, I’m not one to talk about,
to cast aspersions, or bring doubt,
or I might be inclined to say
her tongue is loose and it won’t stay,
but I’ll refrain.
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A Short Rondel: aabbcC ddeeC
Limerick: Once a mincing Mrs. from Mississippi
Once a mincing Mrs. from Mississippi*
Went to a bank for a fiddle-d-dee
But her girdle got stuck
And the “SS” came unstuck
That’s why Missis ends as a double P..
*No aspersions cast on Mississippians here;
the term refers to the Paleozoic era in North America,
following the Devonian and preceding the Pennsylvanian,
of course.
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2013
Oh, for a poem to stir men's souls
to remove pseudo-shackles, to set new goals
Oh, for a lyric to move folks to cheer
to cast off aspersions, to eliminate fear
Oh, for a rhyme enabling spirits to climb
to soar to new heights - airy, sublime
Oh, for an idea to shine and shimmer
to pass muster, yet glow on and glimmer
Oh, for an age that rewards the courageous
~ understands that surrender's contagious
“Judge Not
Lest Ye Be Judged”
Written: by Tom Wright
2/6/2018
When hush whispers classmates from us,
Faint tracks are souvenirs that remain.
Sometimes these imprints are superfluous,
And ill musings we endeavor to constrain.
But God hasn’t appointed us to the bench,
To cast aspersions or be another’s judge.
For the self righteous also bear a sin stench,
And existing on each is a lingering smudge.
Why do you look at me untrusting so?
Is there something I should know?
Who are you to judge me, here?
Should I really express this fear?
Why do you continue leering?
When I’m gone, are you jeering
Over many things I may have done?
To judge me, are you the one?
Cast not ever, evil aspersions.
Dare not ever make bad assertions.
Lest you be judged in the minds
By those with nothing good to find.
So, judge not others, ever each day
Treat them as yourself, in every way.