Short Besmirched Poems
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once a knight named galahad
prayed for an olympiad
walking into a church
the people besmirched
now he is a nom-y-ad.
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I lie bedraggled, disheveled,
scrunched up and crinkled,
in a pile,
like ratty raggedy
rag doll,
besmirched,
defiled and exiled,
for being a
spineless,
limp
wimp.
Watch out 4 them lightening bolts ..
if the lectricic do take awful holt
Besmirched unwitted irredescent
the moon may slide across your present ...
Begone bewail some awful deed
the bindi's have now gone to seed
when tripping through the burrs you go
you'll probably curse the so and so's
Don Johnson
A marriage once in mint condition,
now besmirched; fallen into decay
Entangled in the meshes of infidelity;
"other woman" leads husband astray
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Date written: 09/23/2020
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2/27/2018
Tom
There’s little, more depressing, than network news,
Much appears bogus or some politician’s spun views.
Many stories reported parallel an opinionated rant,
And each congressperson has his/her own unique slant.
Reputations are besmirched with untruths each day,
And lives destroyed by the salacious things they say.
The girl with the looking glass
Is walking down the stairs
Daintly steps,happy lass
A girl with zero cares
The girl tumbles down
The scene a little sad
Knees hurt, torn gown
Away goes the joy she had
The girl with the looking glass
Happy as the sun
Is besmirched with the event past
Lips brushed,all happiness gone
The girl with the looking glass
Is cursed with the fate of a broken glass
A Soul besmirched of its might;
Pummeled into the abyss,
A disconsolate plight;
Left with void, with butchered bliss,
Ostracized, by its own allies;
For now their fidelity surely dallies;
Oh! The revered one, what lures me behind
Show me the path, I shall grind
Forbade my blasphemous thoughts,
Reverberate my echo, to a thousand knots!
Once a connoisseur, with grandeur and glory
Now, an abdicator with a story
Soft tongue, sharp teeth
Leave unto me your poetry like a wreath
Ivory skin, translucent.
You breathe color unto me,
Wreak ravishing horrors.
We become Dionysus’s servants
Dance, dancing mad,
tremulous whispers lulling me further
Into the eye of the maelstrom.
Twisty and dark, your salty kiss burns and deteriorates.
You spit out the bones, the tarry flesh, cracks besmirched ivory
A rusted over echo
Of a copy of a copy of a copy
Oh Lord, wouldst thou abandon me
my dirty hands besmirched with tears
trembling ‘mid a tortured truth
encased in walls of man made fears.
Would you pass judgment on the man
denuded of his soul
condemn the pieces of his life
denying he is whole.
Oh Lord, recant this heresy,
forgive such men their failing sight
do slowly in their darkest hour
lead them through the angst of night.
©9/18/2019
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It sat with double doors propped open
inviting the poor, the sad, the broken
Its dusty shelves stuffed and sated
with objects – some fresh, others dated
I carried my dreams with heavy arms
formerly dazzling magical charms
Now in tattered cardboard boxes
a life in unresolved paradoxes
Prized possessions, cherished memories
adored as luxurious shiny accessories
Their worth besmirched and unfamiliar
traded for coins of gold and silver.
Dust laden window grilles,
Lime scales on the shower door.
Detritus below the fragmented doors,
Commiserating the saudade and furor.
Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt,
dusty sheath peeping thru sleek curtain pleats.
Scalloped valance swaying and bewailing in silent grief.
Scattered around are the pages of the brief.
Culaccino marks on the table,
Shriveled up and dried plants silently standing in a row,
A zestful soiree, which took away all the glow long ago!
In our heads
Are graveyards
Many
Everyday we visit
Every night
We weep
We remember
The one that
Kept us up
Pushing fluids
The other
The car crash
His entrails
Hanging out
The young dad
Bike vs curb
One early dawn
Liver minced
The pancreatic
With cancer
All yellow
All dead
The new baby
Floppy like slinky
No sound
No hope
The breast lady
Besmirched
Figuratively
We failed her
We stay up
Like tonight
Secretly
Crying
Why?
(c) mbsaaka/2020