There's a passport I would like to revoke
from one person who thinks it's a joke
to repeatedly make fun of fellow writers.
Like a pugilist, she calls us 'prizefighters.'
What harm if we enjoy entering contests?
That doesn't prove whose poetry is best
because one person's opinion has weight
and another says it's open for debate.
If she's trying to deflate anyone's intellect,
she won't do it with a weapon of disrespect.
I applaud people who bravely try a new form
They're not afraid to write out of the norm.
She stabs with a pen, trying to draw blood
while sitting on her toosh like a couch spud.
We don't write to be popular. She's wrong,
but lord, she keeps howling the same ol song.
She claims we want attention and a high profile,
but her posts draw attention in words that defile.
I've never understood why her eyes get glazed
over contest entrants who should be praised.
She dares write of grace and having humility
but complains vehemently, and with hostility.
Her PS passport should be revoked & shredded
as punishment for being rude and hardheaded.
Categories:
with hostility, character, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who
are cruel, but because of those who look on, and do nothing."
Quote by _ Albert Einstein
My nature is that of a gentle soul,
yet, I face my life with apprehension;
for some that I meet have a combat goal,
they offer antagonism tension.
And my best plan is to just surrender,
for I seek no domination splendour !
Often, people come with hostility,
for a war- so I pirouette away;
can I make a friend with civility ?
Perhaps in time we can embrace one day.
And I believe that the truth is the best,
for a liar is an unwanted guest !
I wear my scars with great humility,
and within me is great tranquility !
________________________
November 04, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/I Turn Away
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1498-990-04
All Rights Removed, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Rotate Consciousness Polarity
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 11/11/2022
Seventh Place
Categories:
with hostility, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
it wasn't done
with hostility
or animosity
simply please
empty your
pockets
your purse
and wallet
and take
off your
boots
and
shake them
out so if
you've
tried to
hide any
that's
where I'd
look but
you don't
have to
worry
i'm
only here
for the poetry
and the last
place i need
to ask you
to recite
any new
ones you
knew you
we're going
to write so let
me write this down
Categories:
with hostility, muse,
Form: I do not know?
They marched in like they owned the place
In uniforms, formidable and menacing
Bereft, looking around with hostility
Bayonets in hand, immutable in their stance
They pillaged what was not theirs
She was lumped in their vicious interlude
So enraged was she, her body lay brittle
Taken by force, abused and humiliated
A reluctant starlet in a morbid sketch seeming to last forever
When the men left, there was a short tenuous instant
But she picked up her courage
With her scattered clothes
Made her way to the shore
Demurely walked waist deep into the sea
To wash away the last traces of disgrace
Determined that their assault would not last a minute longer
Chalked it up to being just another victim, another statistic
Life would go on, she would turn the page
Refusing to sacrifice the rest of her life
With another thought of this gruesome ordeal
Refusing to be a victim for a moment longer
Not giving them the satisfaction
Submitted on October 20, 2017 for contest EIGHT-WORD CHALLENGE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
with hostility, abuse, betrayal, corruption, courage,
Form: Free verse
Weight is held in the balance found wanting
Heresy thought unorthodox behaviour
drops the pearls under a great price
A river of lies flows one after another devaluing family values
Filled with the impurities of sin under an idiotic phase
Resilient is the word
Where modern day modesty sinks below par into hell's furnace
We turn now and see branding irons casting lots
Truth and chastity becomes tested
in time entering through closed doors a one way ticket
Modern day virtues are on their knees lead heavy and weak of the spirit
Richeous is a way of dialogue that forces issues relating to fascists behaviour
Unholy tongues sharpened with hostility
Split scourges with venomous petition
A war against equality begins
With the bitterness craving acceptance
Where there is no moral ground draws a battlefield
under nature's existence
The right of such education stands denied to parents
whom remain without choice
Violated beneath freedom of speech
To speak openly
on concerns and welfare
in their soul's undervalued identity
Categories:
with hostility, abortion, bereavement, body, care,
Form: Terza Rima
Heal
The story starts
And I am sitting near the reef.
Quaint, nominal
With no grief.
There you came,
Silent, like a thief.
Flabbergasted when you said
That you’ll heal.
Marking your words
I felt relief.
Absorbing your empathy
I felt lithe
Lifted me up
When I had a broken heel
Refurbish my conscience,
But, it was a short term deal.
Filled with hostility was
Your Nadir, your zenith
Construe like a contusion
Is my skin, I feel.
You didn’t cure
You didn’t heal
You hindered the wounds
Hidden in my soul beneath
The story ends
When you leave
I became furtive and
You, the secret I conceal.
(Or everything I just revealed)
~Apoorva.
Categories:
with hostility, anxiety, care, dark, emotions,
Form: Blank verse
A Mother ???
Nothing more than a name, a biological mother.
You would not find, you could not be the other.
You have, with hostility, with anger, left this plane.
Seeming to have lived your life hanging on to the pain.
You chose to throw, all those who loved you, away.
Using the hostile, angry games you chose to play,
against the only son you acknowledge, you cared for.
The only Grandchild who cared, you kicked out the door.
One is forced to question ???, why all these wasted years
trying to kill the love, loved one’s gave, creating rivers of tears.
Mae, the ghosts you have harbored, give them release.
Mae, this, your last journey, become one of peace
B. J. “ A ” 2
March 14th 2017
Categories:
with hostility, mother,
Form: Rhyme
The world has gone hostile
The land no more fertile
Women getting all sterile
And all men going senile
The sun now shines with cruelty
The always excited birds are all now in sobriety
The moon itself glows with hostility
All nature has indeed lost their hospitality
The dog has bitten its owner
That celebrity is now a loner
That man who feared weapon is now a gunner
And the once dauntless soldier now a runner
It seems all things have fallen apart
That God has called his glory to depart
Never again to men's life impart
Or to show men anything good in full or in part
But to whom shall we run
If not to settle under his (God) pinion
Though on this dark night of life we mourn
I do hope for that joy in the break of dawn
Categories:
with hostility, birth,
Form: Rhyme
You were not celestial Cupid, and because they
Are wounded; you were most than those earthly ghosts
Brought down hearts by becoming Tartarus’ mastery;
That was purified by sufferings and misfortunes;
Some striking with long orgasms or others become honorary beasts.
I was Cupid before you when my home was a bursting wing;
O born in chains, and tolling in mental torment,
And for the first time, the pallid soul of dead love returned, and showed
Such bloody law of loving by me;
O enlightened me with bitten breasts,
The realm of luminous form that in dark it flowing,
Evermore than a designed nightmare
And let me feeling the mystic time.
Across you, o Psyche, crazy spirits dancing naked,
A smelled shadow that I would have most
Liked to spare the burden of old age,
Has nothing to give; only the glory a Moon-priestesses.
And all with hostility toward me and glowing
Was Cupid the fair ending of a love?
Through which I grew most liked a ghost
And speaking with her my last musical invoice
Hoping to have a decent response against what I became
Without you.
Categories:
with hostility, lost love, love, valentines
Form: Free verse
Inside my gnawing self
a realm spills down through the meadows,
wild garlands reached by fingers from afar…
the hues, soft pastel
brushing across winds on floats so stunning
I could taste the stamen in my wet mouth
and there, a primitive choir of animals
chants of radiant praise for a season
as my palms ripple upon the glass of another earth,
the mist of day nibbling the flakes from my eyes
light turning red, night fading white
licking stems of twilight dew,
as if the shadows of all constellations rise
like giant stones, beautiful and silent,
piled up in a row lining into heaven...
I walk inside my realm, nestled
inside my quiet, contained self
©
PEACE
*During an artists’ fellowship last weekend, I printed this
piece on 45 reams of art paper and distributed it to my colleagues
in the form of scrolls. Our discussion on embracing
peace in a world riddled with hostility allowed me to
share my thoughts,"let peace begin with me..."
, ,,,,,,,,,,
for Cyndi MacMillan’s Great Soup Poetry Extravaganza
by nette onclaud
Categories:
with hostility, introspection, peace,
Form: Light Verse
You think you know, but you can’t see
All the pain that you cause me
Each time you speak your wicked words
Of flawed equality.
My pride disrupts the ‘sanctity’
Of marriage, apparently;
And can cheapen it to a such an
Overwhelming degree
That when I kneel on bended knee,
Showing love for all to see,
I am not met with simple joy,
But with hostility.
I am then told that I can’t be
Married to the man I see
As my equal. As my partner;
The better part of me.
Please tell me when a court’s decree
Could give right to guarantee
That I can’t marry who I choose,
With such audacity
To condemn my identity
With broken rights, bigotry,
And the somehow growing norm of
Blatant iniquity.
So now I stand with clarity,
Sense of pride, and dignity
To say vehemently that I
Demand equality
And ask that you will stand with me
Readily and willingly
To battle the decisions born
Of amorality.
Categories:
with hostility, devotion, education, hope, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Did He die in vain, leaving no visible trace to remember Him by?
Did He fall into Satan's deceitful trap and let him continue to lie?
We can be victorious as Christ was and become immortal,
let the evildoers destroy themselves with deeds so immoral!
Did His deviate from the holy path and be easily deceived by false glory,
no, He did not give into the Angel of Darkness, but resisted with hostility.
We can be victorious as Christ was...truly divine and humble,
let others mock us with their irrationality, we will not tremble!
Did He speak against the tyrants of His day, to be praised for being bright?
No, He did not...but with His whip He cleaned a temple so impure and dark!
We can be victorious as Christ and be part of His prophesied kingdom,
and marked by true modesty and humbleness, we'll lose our humanism!
Did He want to die as an impostor to satisfy the ego of a would-be God?
No, He did not seek glorification without merit and be called the Word!
We can be victorious as Christ was by denouncing all vanity and wickdeness,
not being crucified on Calvary as He was, but be resurrected as Lazarus was!
Categories:
with hostility, death, faith, father, hope,
Form: Couplet
If a child lives with critism he learns to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility he learns to fight.
If he lives with ridicule he learns to be shy.
If he lives with shame he learns to feel guilty.
... But...
If a child lives with tolerance he learns to be patient.
If he lives with encouragement he learns to be confident.
If he lives with praise he learns to appreciate.
If he lives with fairness he learns justice.
If he lives with security he learns to have faith.
If he lives with approval he learns to like himself.
And, if he lives with acceptance and frienship,he learns to love.
Categories:
with hostility, childhood, education, family, children,
Form: Didactic
As a child I held my head high;
But with ridicule I learn to feel shy
Smothered with hostility I learn to fight.
I know what's wrong and what's right
(why do we live in the world of black and white)
Everyday I proclaim my uniqueness; is there really
justice and fairness
I have faith and that is my security
No matter what; I continue forward through adversity
They say children are the future of tomorrow
But adults is giving our future hatred, chaos, and mayhem that is deep in sorrow
As a child I live with shame
but I learn to be patient in Jesus name
I cry for help deep within
Everyday I live with criticism but I learn to condemn
I need encouragement to build my confidence
Teach me and show me, to use my common sense
Remember God put us here to give Him glory and praise everyday
It's no time for child's play
Categories:
with hostility, childhood, devotion, children, life,
Form: Rhyme