Jealousy and envy differs;
Jealousy is mild;
Envy is wild.
Jealousy may not be seen;
Envy is a sin.
Jealousy progresses;
Envy regresses.
Jealousy is suppressive;
Envy is expressive.
Jealousy admires;
Envy conspires.
Jealousy imitates;
Envy eliminates.
Jealousy wishes to heal;
Envy wishes to kill.
Categories:
suppressive, 9th grade,
Form: Lyric
August has clutched us by the throats and given us a shake.
Anything outside this month needs no oven to bake.
She is straight out of Mars, warlike and suppressive for sure.
Her heat index is outrageous, her motive is pure.
She wants us to submit, to recognize her as the queen.
She is as ruthless this month as I have ever seen.
I wake up and look at the calendar and moan.
August is still here I tell my dogs, who also bemoan.
She keeps us in our houses after ten o’clock each day.
The corn and wheat and barley are shriveled up they say.
The grass is brown, the flowers are trying not to die.
August, why are you so mean, I truly wonder why.
Categories:
suppressive, august, summer,
Form: Personification
A sunken face on all sides pale,
As the owner’s head keep supporting a pail,
Then, to the also saddled younger,
He flung a suffocating order:
That he his own suppressive load take over,
And if he so wished bear it forever,
But must not any bitter tale,
Dare to their daddy tell,
About a sudden disgraceful inability,
Or a shifted responsibility,
As all hearers would judge it disguised hostility,
And to him ascribe lesser agility.
Categories:
suppressive, bullying, business, cheer up,
Form: Rhyme
My memories... They glisten like dew on brilliant blades of grass bathed in the morning sun...Each of them twinkling from that place where memories dwell...
Some are faded from the weather and the heavy, suppressive time...
Some hide in the shadows, cowering into the forgotten,
while others taunt me, refusing to succumb to age or dementia...
All these memories...
My own little pieces of immortality...
My own little curses...
My own little gifts...
Categories:
suppressive, memory,
Form: Free verse
Look upon her blackness
And be filled with delight
Her blackness
A beacon among the insipid faces
around her
Proudly she walks
Proudly she sways
with unsurpassed conviction
A sensuous black lily
Swaying in the wind
The daughter of Africa
Within her soft belly
Sleeps her children
She wears her blackness like a queen
This daughter of Africa
Taught us to be the captain of
whatever course we choose to plot
Not to let suppressive objectives
derive your path
Not to be rendered subservient,
Docile and therefore subjugated
To mental assassination
To n'oublie jamais d'où tu viens
Because you have to be
Before you can know
What u stand for
This daughter of Africa.
Categories:
suppressive, dedication, family, mother,
Form: Cinqku
when
scientology has
deemed you an
enemy for being
antisocial, for
being a POTENTIAL
TROUBLE
SOURCE (PTS), for
getting in the way
of the
BRIDGE TO TOTAL
FREEDOM for
others---you are now
a suppressive person (SP),
you bring the whole
bloody cult down, don’t
ya know you got to
stop making all those
that drop their gold coins
in the coffer feel like they
have wasted their lives &
money on something just
as fictional & ridiculous
as moses, christ or
muhammad, but you have
shelled out some major dough
to do so---a committee of
evidence has a file on you &
they are going to bring you
before the High Court! you
will be forbidden to have
any contact with those
designated SP’s if you are
not found to be one yourself &
you will be followed & you
will wading in the dung of the
jehovah’s witness whose been
dis-fellowshipped, you will be
withering in the dark with
the excommunicated mormons,
you will be cast out like the
proverbial leper & you will be
alone with no one that you
once knew by your side---but,
you will be free to breathe a
rational breath once again.
Categories:
suppressive, life
Form: Free verse
These dark streets, filled with shades
What little light enters soon fades
Cool and damp like the deepest cave
So musty it is like an earthy grave
The air is suppressive to one and all
Filled by songs designed to enthral
Pulling in all those who pass by
And keeping them in here for all time
These dark streets are paved with pain
Of every single soul that they retain
The damp cobbles are black tombstones
And the fences and gates are made of bones
A world filled with death and decay
Where the very walls scream with dismay
Nothing grows in this place so oppressive
Welcome to the world of the manic depressive
Categories:
suppressive, life, world, dark, dark,
Form: Rhyme