Everything I do seems to find a way to mock me.
A jeering derision to the paradox of my delicacy.
Each impulsive haste of emotion knocks on the wood of my wretch.
A doleful stimulation to invigorate the louse of my lassitude.
The inertia of my cunning shrewd howls against the odium of my filth.
Against the odium of my haste.
The odium of my humility.
And the odium of my unadulterated abhorrence.
I find myself comparing the speckled illustrations of my masked exploitation.
One of a noble morality.
One of a sinful salvation.
And one of the reprehensible dignity I carry within the reality of my reviled anatomy.
The reality of my depiction.
The reality of my void.
Every word of degradation invokes the ice of my celestial petition.
A celestial plead for an implosion so grave; it dares to uphold a cathedral of my indented dejection.
My fortitude of a sunken dejection.
My poverty of an exiled dejection.
My deception of a gouged dejection.
I am nothing but the prolonged corpus of my own vile vulgarity;
I am nothing but the corrupted potency of my own induced pallet;
I am nothing but the misdemeanour of my own cholerised pertinence.
Politeness, Manners, Civility
Empathy, Decency, Dignity
have all given way
to oinks, squeals and brays
Vulgarity carries the day
Ripsnorting depravity cavity of sporting gravity
Severity of the brevity cheekily courting levity
Hilarity distorting polarity Tests aren’t a charity
Unpopularity resorting to double downed vulgarity
Clarity for sorting parity then humility not a rarity
Some austerity can feed & lead to prosperity
Precarity due to the complete lack of dexterity
Asperity at temerity & totality of Bazball brutality
Banality of celebrity vanity caused the disparity
Mendacity that red ball is just all about audacity
In reality plans need adaptability or fans profanity
Rapacity of elan talismans fatality simply insanity
O mist, thy dawn of chaos.
O morning, discord's dew.
Flame creation, take per os!
Belladonna blue...
Rhythm, rhyme, and riddle.
The griddle pipes with heat.
No use, second fiddle!
The middle? Tasting sweet!
Forever, last a moment.
Rebellion, foment fast.
Wicker man, fire, thy lament.
Nickering mare, spell cast.
Blast off, O my intellect!
Bubble in my veins!
Golem, shall we genuflect?
Someone, take the reins.
Well, vulgarity. Disgrace.
Doubt, dismay, displace.
Time, thy shadow. Joint, thy case.
Jaunt and jig-jag, jayce.
Poison, pour. O pen mine, soar.
Two-faced god, guard door.
O for golfers yelling fore!
Grim the gauntlet gore!
Yellow queen, thanks. Generals, thy tanks.
Prisoners, shiv. Shanks.
Financiers, from the banks!
Red the rumbling ranks...
Tympani, burst. Ocean, thy thirst.
Racer, get there first.
O for warriors a-worst!
Crazy are the cursed...
Sitting under a full moon
I begin to think
I think about how lucky the moon is
Sitting high in the midnight sky
Not a worry in the world
I think about what it would be like to be the moon
I light up the night sky
To emit my glow and energy upon the world
Lighting the way for those seeking home
Then, I begin to wonder
I wonder what the moon sees
Does it see how we hurt one another?
Does it see the pain we go through?
Does it see me the way I see me?
I wonder what it hears
Does it hear the vulgarity?
Does it hear the prayers?
Does it hear the silence?
Sitting under the full moon
I start to watch
I watch the moon in the sky
I watch the night pass me by
I watch as the moon stares back
Just sitting under the full moon
I stare and it stares back
Emitting its glow and energy upon the world
I sit and listen
I listen to the moon tell its story
It has my undivided attention
We sit and we talk
Under the full moon
I'm willing to worship
Any girl that calls me a name other than disgusting
The world is progressive
But it has not moved forward
I turn to face the linoleum, saying,
"Oh the ceiling is looking mighty fine today"
And then they squeal
"Ew, she's looking at me!"
Report me to the principal if you dare
I dare you to be outed
And still have to show up to class every day
I leave the locker room
Gym shorts and ugly gray t-shirt
Covering up the undeserved shame I feel
I'm just focused on trying to make the volleyball team
I'm not worried about how high you're hiking up your shorts
It doesn't make you look cool
Oh, and Josh, I talked to him
He doesn't like you
I hope your Christian parents
Can see how you dress when they aren't there to check in the morning
Putting on mascara that's full of vulgarity
And misleading phrases
Your pretty polished faces made middle school living torture
I should have stayed in the closet
Instead of coming out for you
The vulgar obtain
degrees in sophistication,
the sophisticated study vulgarity.
Mice dress like men,
and rats lead the wolves.
No one is happy with their lot,
that allotment given, or taken away,
that political lottery that none win.
Can we shed our skins, like serpents
shuck this old-time corrupted living,
rinse away the sludge of
an untold history?
The bells no longer ring
in small town churches,
where the average
meet
to understand our
showboating American God.
Razzamatazz glitters on,
illuminating the homeless
as they shop for gold teeth,
for it is good to smile and shine,
when left behind,
under the cold,
cold, floodlight of fame and infamy.
You are all vehement and gutsy
Putting across even the wrong forcefully
With vulgarity drawing a bow or curtsy
From a righteous man smeared shamefully
You care not for truth but to win
Teasing an argument to tear down whoever dares
With heads coining every justification for sin
To wear out the fervency of any man who cares
That’s how the world is under the evil one’s sway
A lordless codeless lot living for pleasure
Taking license of way and stray
And their wildest wishes are their treasure
They squander their prime
It is theirs to spend as they please
So long as the sin is not a crime
Their deadened conscience allows with ease
How many wishes have we heard from the frail
And how many regrets on the deathbeds
What does the realization of failure entail
That the end now unravels the soul’s dreads
Yet the cycle continues in the midst of counsel
Ye be wise that you descendants may live
Sit and reason only in a Godly council
And Godliness shall be all you take and give
K. Muitherero.
first
she cleans our faces
of all our small passages
then she closes our shameless gazes
because our eyes are always curious
inquisitive bags
even when they wrap in love
actually
they enter and infiltrate
greedy to take everything
our looks are never decent
she cleaned our thin tight lips
stitched with insinuations of joyful utterances
cleans our belly of hunger between our teeth
and the crying
this last tower of restless selfishness
through which our desire flows
lips touched
are extinguished improved abandoned
even our rosy vulgarity rises
as the steam rises in the morning
she carries the sunrise in her arms
to the center of imagination
and dreams of sugar worlds
the body is washed clean of sweat
of any trace of work
shaken
the body remains perfectly fine
and no one lies to anyone anymore
we are settled in fixed forms
in everything we didn't know about us
and we were not interested
we are clean
bright as the stones washed by the waters
everything is perfectly clarified
death is ordered
Unspoken words on my thoughts
As moon hidden behind the clouds
Unable to spectate wholly
But penetrates as chill out.
One day of silence channeled years of bondage.
Smile of your lips, always I yearned for.
Voice echoes deep waterfall, smells a fresh bloomed flower,
You don’t need make over
You are already a naked beauty.
Not on vulgarity but on true beauteous and gentleness.
So what are you waiting for?
Do what you wanna do!
Go where you wanna go!
Freedom is yours,
Wollstone might’ve forget something
But you are here,
Go , my darling liberate thyself with love and grace.
In a world void of trust and loyalty
It's hard to find a happy family
It's as though it's nothing unusual in this country
Said air thick with vulgarity, disdain, and incivility
I lock my mind and turn to music, obstructing the cacophony
Blocking its aim to drain my will, continuing on with probity
Soothing songs of faith wash through my soul, guarding my tranquility
Who was such an arrogant p***k,
Turned out a sport, and double quick,
What was vulgarity
Turned into charity,
What was a faux pa, what a trick!
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Happenings |20.12.2022| Limerick
Poet’s note: New Zealand PM Jacinda Arden was caught on a hot microphone using a vulgarity. Yet, what could have taken an ugly turn, turned a face-saver. She and her target agreed to sign an official transcript and auctioned it to fetch 100,000 NZ dollars. Well, one who was a p***k sort, turned out to be a good sport! Some may focus on vulgarity, some on charity, what about the politicians’ maturity?
As psoriasis; old scoros is'
With vulgarity; of method-biz
Darkening all hearkening
Bloated out ego-cankering
Blood money his diocease!
A colony nests inside my soul
where the nectar of pity was hoarded
For all you, the urge to soar is unabated
Hence, we may widen this horizon
Truth can form hallucinations
Still, can goals reflect reality?
maybe not?!
Enter inside the nest as a frogman
vulgarity rules the roost
you crave her gentle embrace
like breath, she sheaths
you are lured and compelled
follow up on requests at your peril
accepting you to the hive
our place is ideal for you
Improvement? or excellence?
however, we do not practice this here
wear your uniform and stay in line
shut off your mind and act as taught
you will be keen
soar solo if you must
we will sever your wings
early creative endeavors
I have gathered things for many years
yellow sunshine over grassy slopes
vividly sketched wildflowers
exactly as intended
the swarm of delight rarely stopped
by what lies outside the white picket gate
given the presence of shadows
the fence moved further away
until all my brightness occurred.
Written: October 23, 2022
Water-borne diseases
Man senselessly increases
With his trembling “No”
To drinks he doesn’t know
Instead of “The firmest”
That portrays “The Dead Earnest”
Water-borne diseases
One hopelessly increases
By not taking The Certified Pure
Or with a bow declining The Impure
Between tap water adjudged pure
And liquor blissfully a lure.
Isn’t affordable to the poor
Bottled water for official tour?
Then, one always pick one up after manicure
Beating the vulgarity of A Moor
And keep declaring for The Pure
For even elixirs that cough cure …
For their not-one-not-two numbing releases
Trifle not with water-borne diseases.
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