You’re wrong.
And I wish you’d know it.
You’re not the victim,
Of some elaborate plan—
You’re just wrong.
I set my boundaries.
I set my rules,
I drew a line,
In the sand of our relationship,
And you crossed it.
Over,
And over again—
You say it was accidental,
But if that was an accident,
I don’t want to know what you think is purposeful.
Choosing delusion over reality,
Can’t be taken lightly,
For you ignoring rules,
Becomes you following a higher purpose.
You’re not the victim,
You’re the wrongdoer.
The attacker,
The anxiety in my life—
I need a break,
I need that space,
So I explained.
All of my thoughts to you,
All of those rules,
Yet instead begging for forgiveness,
You felt sorry that I was cruel,
Sorry I had set those rules,
Sorry that I thought the victim—
Wasn’t you.
Categories:
wrongdoer, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
A skeletal smirk at the school door -
the greeter-teacher; 50 years later,
I feel his gimlet eyes at my back,
that leer is now plugged with dirt,
yet it can still be traced in the brown water stains
of mottled toilet walls.
A female slave-unit named ‘Miss,’
She never did speak directly to a kid,
only through the thin lips of her personal intimidator,
a third level teacher who lubricated nerve endings.
I am ‘put right’ by a serial wrongdoer
with a goose steeping gait,
his guppy mouth is a blubbery hellhole.
Next,
a second-tier maniac with a penchant for angry rhetoric,
his large hands flay like windsails as they
slap books and heads.
A last Piscean reflection,
a teach sporting a fish-head grin
as he opens a school exit door for me
while I gladly leave forever.
They would all hate to be in a poem like this
so tightly packed together
like oily sardines choking on the phlegm
of what they could have aspired to,
could have been.
Categories:
wrongdoer, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Darwin's animal is writing poetry,
Nietzsche's Ubermensch is learning idolatry.
Cockroach won't leave early,
He will wait for the bread crumbs dearly.
The embezzler is talking riches,
His nightmares are all about witches.
"THE GRADIENT" decides, "THE GRADIENT" presides,
"THE GRADIENT" is the tradeoff which can suffice.
Come as you may, come as you will,
Come to the wrongdoer and make him pay the bill.
Yates , Elliot & Ezra Pound are in talks with the devil,
Crawly has arranged rendezvous up the hill.
Poems have started rhyming,
But there is still no silver lining.
I want to go up the hill,
But the master won't agree to my will.
Mr. Frost is talking to me, he is asking me to tie the net,
And not to play tennis without a bet.
Categories:
wrongdoer, betrayal, corruption, creation, peace,
Form: Rhyme
In the depths of hellfire, his spirit ablaze,
Johnny Blaze rides out, the Ghost Rider's craze.
His penance, to serve vengeance on the guilty,
Flaming skull, chain whip, his methods filthy.
His roar echoes, through the night,
Burning sinners, till they're out of sight.
A force of reckoning, he leaves no trace,
The Ghost Rider's fury, you can't replace.
Beware his wrath, if you're a wrongdoer,
For he'll leave you, with your soul in the sewer.
A Marvel hero, with a demonic twist,
Ghost Rider's tale, can never be missed.
Marvel Superhero or Supervillain 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
3rd Place
Categories:
wrongdoer, adventure, dark, fantasy, horror,
Form: Free verse
Devoutly walk in true grace with the Lord,
Thy will never witness fall of darkness.
Fulfillment of love lull a rich reward
Devoutly walk in true grace with the Lord,
Let us not become latent with blindness
But bath in the light and let us harness
Devoutly walk in true grace with the Lord,
Thy will never witness fall of darkness.
Oh, Lord your graciousness for all to see
Your kindness even to the wrongdoer
You love even if not returned to thee
Oh, Lord your graciousness for all to see
You're there to protect, provide, care for me
Though I’m unaware you are always there
Oh, Lord your graciousness for all to see
Your kindness even to the wrongdoer
1/21/2022
Triolet Poetry Contest 160 Words or Less ' Contest Info
Sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Using Poetry Soup Syllable Count
Categories:
wrongdoer, inspiration,
Form: Triolet
Oh, Lord your graciousness for all to see
Your kindness even to the wrongdoer
You love even if not returned to thee
Oh, Lord your graciousness for all to see
You're there to protect, provide, care for me
Though I’m not aware you are always there
Oh, Lord your graciousness for all to see
Your kindness even to the wrongdoer
11/18/2020
Graciousness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Psalm 145:8
The Lord is gracious and compassionate,
slow to anger and rich in love.
Categories:
wrongdoer, blessing, god,
Form: Triolet
The greeter-teacher,
the smirkier at the door.
I feel his gimlet eyes at my back
and though it is 5o years later
and his mouth is now plugged with dirt
his leer can be traced
in the brown water stains
of mottled walls.
A female slave-unit whose name was ‘Miss’
I cannot recall her ever speaking to a child directly,
only through the thin lips of her personal intimidator
a third level teacher who spat into her ear
as if sexually lubricating her fears.
I am put right by a serial wrongdoer.
A second tier maniac with a lust for rhetoric.
His large hands flay like wind-sails, they
slap books and heads.
On, on,
through narrowing corridors and echoing rooms
counting sadists, ticking off
a long mental list of ghouls
all dead and gone
except for the abusive drills.
One dead grinning fish-head
even opens a door for me
as I leave forever.
Categories:
wrongdoer, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The worse that is the evil,
The more is the seriousness of the save,
The longer the walk away,
From the wrongdoer or master,
For the slave.
Israeli society only saved the rich from death and illness,
Or government soldiers who gave effort,
So the consequence of this was the massive tale,
Of angles and divinity interacting,
At the saints’ nail.
The tall lie that the two Mary’s and the guard told,
Pilate and the disciples who were heartbroken,
Was the result of the cess pit,
Of Pilate’s doctor advocation,
Of the softness of medicine’s permission.
Categories:
wrongdoer, discrimination, easter, health, jesus,
Form: Free verse
They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night,
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.
Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.
Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass;
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.
Categories:
wrongdoer, allegory, childhood, death, dream,
Form: Imagism
A spirit enshrouded in darkness
Angry thoughts under his eyelids
His soul withering in pain
And his conscious fighting in vain
Heart once warm and inviting
Now ice cold and frightening
Rage pure because someone did him wrong
Muscles shaking like the ringing of a gong
He's focused and his thoughts are clear
To somehow entrench the wrongdoer in fear
Yet no ones done wrong, their feelings just aren't the same
The wrongdoer was a woman, who put his feelings to shame
So for a while he's mad at everyone
Mad at the earth, and mad at the sun
He must go through all the stages of grief
Until tears leave his eyes and he finds his release
Love is dangerous, not everyone survives
The trial by error test, to find Mrs. right
You must have the courage, the will to continue on
When your heart has been broken and it's beats are not strong
Categories:
wrongdoer, black african american, life,
Form: Rhyme