I was a self-admitted misanthrope
unwilling to lose or drop a case.
I often threw a rope-a-dope
just to win; I never lose face.
I worked the dark streets
for dark, and even darker, clients
while the cops walked their beats,
shadows showing giants.
As far as I was concerned,
they were all a bunch of losers.
They were bad; they’d get burned.
The lot were boozers or bruisers.
I had caught a difficult case
The man was stabbed and shot.
He deserved it; he was debase,
but the perp would be caught.
The lawyer was my client,
he was dirty; the worst he could get.
Damn, he was mighty defiant!
Still, I didn’t think he did it.
He had no motive, but also no alibi.
So why were the cops after him?
He was a jerk, but had no reason to lie.
But for him the outlook was grim.
I might have to pummel every john
on the streets to get to the truth.
It wasn’t unpleasing to use my brawn
and I was a hellava good sleuth.
I’d search every city block.
I’d find the filthy little perp.
I’d find the lowlife and knock
the truth out of the twisted twerp!
26 August 2022
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Categories:
unpleasing, anger, dark, death, judgement,
Form: Rhyme
Your love is a yellow hue
do paint me this meadow
with delight from Dion's blues
pleasing the third quarter ear.
When it chirrups chirrups!
& rock my heart so fierce
do strum your gentle palms
& lips blushing pilgrims.
And in some mannerly devotion show
tread upon my winter seasons
unpleasing the envious autumn,
when the eyes is nothing without the Sun.
Categories:
unpleasing, crush, i love you,
Form: Ballad
We lived in many houses
throughout my childhood
'though some were worse than others
none of them were good
Some had moldy odors
that (at best) were most unpleasing
others had thick coats of dust
that left me coughing, wheezing
One's floor had fallen out
another's ceiling had caved in
you can just imagine
the predicament we were in
We stewed through summer's swelter
shivered, shook through winter's chill
and every time it rained, we
emptied pots and pans that filled
You may wonder how we lived
in such a state, deprived
but it was 'normal' (all I knew)
and somehow I survived!
Categories:
unpleasing, childhood, house, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Upon this scene of anguish, I abide no hope.
As yet, the dreary, silent, silent!
For on the eve’ of my existence.
Blood spilling... no resistance!
Duty called rendering my presence.
Tis' fidelity dwelling amid raw courage.
I felt the enemy’s arrows endeavored to discourage;
Death a most certain intolerable insistence!
Alone slumped; streams of blood runs thick!
Powerless to arouse an earthly perspective;
Subsequently set upon the narrative of my life.
By chance and the shifting sand reliving the past!
The aftermath reveals trepidation of uncertainty
My virtues, my failing, my unpleasing reflections.
Countless miles strewn with impetuosity of my youth.
Departing from this world, yet hardly saw my best of days!
My ardent spirit hopelessly unable to alter life’s course;
Unable to forgive my follies on this deadly path!
My aching heart pleading to be set free!
The soldier laid to rest!
Categories:
unpleasing, courage, death, devotion, fate,
Form: Narrative
Perpetuate and Must Wait
Problems President Trump does perpetuate;
While on him we will all have to still wait;
Head hard and hollow;
Unpleasing performance and position must vacate.
Jim Horn
Categories:
unpleasing, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
I have been waiting,
Waiting for thee that's going to help me stop thinking,
Thinking of how life is so unpleasing,
Unpleasing from issues that make you stop hoping,
Hoping to one day meet someone loving.
You came into my life peacefully,
Created your territory carefully,
Planned your game plan to work, hopefully,
And now everything we do and say, we say them joyfully,
And i can't deny LOLO, am into you fully.
Safely i hope we shall sail in this ship,
And together we shall look after thee flock of sheep,
And again be each other's form of mentor-ship,
Plus ours, we shall maintain, the friendship,
And am pretty sure,we shall be in the same fellowship.
Categories:
unpleasing, appreciation, best friend,
Form: Couplet
Paperless files prepared by pathetic people for patients never properly prevail
After the scanning is situated it seems their salary is second hand, sadly sadistic!
Nurses nurture but stick needles in arms nine times like a rusty and nasty nail
Doctors must drink dill juice with breath like a stinky dried dying dinostystic!
Every minute he exhales all eight ethnic dinners, he eats while he’s enthralled
Mr. Moneybags may be macho, but the misses milked his money in the morning
On an obscure day the Viagra rep had an out pour of pills on old Mr. Oswald!
Nymphs so needy, but the naked image never made them nearly horny!
Intimidated Irene has improved yet her impulse to scream idioms is intriguing
Under the desk she unties her shoes singing “U Can’t Touch This” so unpleasing!
Mr. Moneybags makes a move like MC Hammer not knowing the musical meaning!
***NOT FOR CONTEST JUST FOR FUN***
Date Written: July 26, 2016
Categories:
unpleasing, silly,
Form: Acrostic
A friend is someone special
One that loves you for you
Loves you for your mistakes
And picks you up
When you don't know what to do
Life is a lesson
And lessons are to be learned
A friend is a blessing
When you feel you've been burned
You Are You
Never be anything different
Even when you've acted a fool
A friend is there
And picks up your pieces
Even if they are
Unsettling and Unpleasing
A friend is someone special
Forgiving and Understanding
True and Honest
So always remember,
Be You!
Don't Be Blue!
And Always Be True!
Categories:
unpleasing, best friend, for her,
Form: Free verse
God Bless The Child
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears
God bless the child that see’s no evil
The child that digs within his soul
To survive unpleasing
With pain never easing; just teasing
God bless the child that clashes with the Titans
The child fighting for existence
Steady fighting relentless
Relentlessly,
Fighting the struggle
For what he believe is nothing
But he’s a child of god
So he’s blessed to be a front man
God bless the child that know not nothing
The child that comes to realize
That help’s not coming
Wondering the streets without a clue
Of what to do
Ignorance is all surrounding
Grief is all around them
Without any signs of peace
God bless the child that you conceive
Give them life
Give the strength
Let them find happiness in a world
Running thin on peace
May God bless
All his wonderful children.
Categories:
unpleasing, courage, god, jesus, journey,
Form: Lyric
Whoever tries to interfere
with this mystery about me:
is in for a stunning surprise,
everything deeply concealed
can't possibly be revealed!
Others will sell their soul to green,
to be in the glamorous spotlight;
and the irony, beside the folly,
never demands an apology
and be apparent in every delusional appeal,
which feeds on justification rather than sympathy:
feeling so wretched and depleted and ashamed of being seen...
And will this mystery about me
die and not be denounced with demure...
without being in a deluge of dire regret,
devising another plan and detour;
desiring of breaking free
without deviating from the main road:
to discern the importance of dignity,
and disconnect hope with dilemma and hate...
Dispirited, recurring to unpleasing choices
and dispersing the inward beauty without dismal;
disembodying my aspect of gracefulness,
to hide this mystery about me
by building a wall to ignore their call...
and will my dishonesty be rejected scornfully,
or will they understand my silence
by showing fondness and love?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
unpleasing, sadmystery,
Form: Narrative