Short Disdains Poems
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gnomic world
disdains truth's offer
so suffers
Is the right proprietary?
Is arrogance ordained?
Who gets to decide?
Who gets the acclaim?
The writer of the lyric?
The critic who disdains?
Who gets to call it Poetry?
Whose blood has left a stain?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Is the right proprietary,
is eloquence ordained?
Who gets to decide,
who gets the acclaim?
The writer of the lyric,
the critic who disdains?
Who gets to call it Poetry
—whose blood leaves a stain?
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Good poetry is in the eye of the reader
What one person loves, another disdains
Some like meter, some like free verse,
Like some prefer oak, others want cedar
For some only a proper sonnet reigns
While for others nothing could be worse
It’s hard to say which poetry is the leader,
written July 24, 2021
Embittered winter
indignant
spreads rancor
erudite in malice.
Irreverent arbitrate
derisive
disdains masses
sardonic in verse.
Vengeful slayer
belligerent
inflicts brutality
pitiless in wrath.
Steadfast rime
unyielding
immovable blight
resolute in rage.
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as there is no was ,in recongnition
of status,or rely on previous laurel
whose standard is foredone and
broken,so shld each soul treasure
the name in one hand alone.
who does solitary shun,and loves
with i to build the most concrete of
marks,come forth with both hands,as i,
we shall carve the fortress that disunity disdains
Evolution changes
the mind of man
All insight martyred
for wider scans
The magic filtered
as books proclaim
What facts uncover
and time disdains
Evolution fosters
a weakened soul
Each process stifled
the gist untold
Forever whittled
in narrow canes
Tomorrow empty
—the past defamed
(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
never forget not to exaggerate,
don't overvalue, don't overrate;
doing so is, in fact, telling a lie
and it shows poor judgment you can't deny;
for truth truly disdains superlatives
and downright detests deceitful motives;
it is more prudent to fall short than long,
to be almost right than be overly wrong !
The long, green tail twitching on the kitchen floor
Fills me with disgust, so I throw it outside.
I'm aware that my obligate carnivore
Has a secret that she disdains to confide.
The cat grabbed the lizard while crouched in the shade.
She enjoyed a meal of reptilian feast,
Yet she kept the tail, brought in to be displayed.
My sweet, cuddly cat, my predatory beast.
in your sweet, lovely voice
words of love,confirm my choice
its gay tone,disdains life's bane
with its sorrow,mind would strain
in your black, sleek hair
shiny curls,make me stare
a lustering bunch of grace
hugs with fondness,your striking face
in your lonely,worried eyes
Pinky,let, the golden hopes rise
endow them ,with the Mighty light
on the eve of the Christmas night
Form:
A thousand tongues cackle on,
championing divergent views;
then hatred comes, a tidal wave,
washing ashore total chaos.
A thousand voices bawl and brawl,
heeding not the other’s words;
each clings to its own beliefs,
and disdains all other ways.
Hatred sings, destruction sways,
still the tongues they shout loudly;
each proffers the remedy,
yet Babel strikes, raiding unchecked!
the shoulder chip remains,
the world disdains,
till the casket thinks its over,
and we come together, cant explain,
just some ancient tale of lovers,
with just the smell of rain,
sweet rolling in the clover,
perchance again,
not over till its ova,
return my angel swain,
though i be daed an slain,
when a new century past october,
i will wait again :)
just johnson reborn,
the rover,
too early 2 explain....
Don
their disdains still linger
in my mind they are mean
but slowly i let it loose
with squiz on the mirror,
i can hear myself humming
of Christina Aguilera's
song, i am beautiful no matter
what they say... i sigh
my voice bounces back
like Apophyllite crystals
sparkling in the midnight
as i catch every breath
of my jaunty jiffy
i dance the beat of salsa
in the terrace 'til dawn,
under the moonshine alone
Each one with his calvary
Or with his treasure,
blessed or helpless,
Conquerors or conquered,
Wealth and Evil
in every human being...
Each with a charming smile !
It's the same smile that disdains,
The hand that strokes is the same that stones...
With pitying eyes
or with a merciless look.
However, no one is fully
Correctly or completely sane —
To each his share
And the load he can carry.
So since the world is world...!
Real disaster is looming on the horizon for American life
this country’s leadership disdains the spirit of truth
its sycophants continue to embrace the lies
repelled by honesty and facts
mendacity guides their daily mantra
dark, evil poltergeists dwell in our White House now
death thrives in their hearts
darkness looms in our future
the only purification for lies is to vote
it's the only remedy that will
undo this undemocratic fiasco