#ridicule
It thought of making a joke on me
I bow and greeted in an uninterested air
It laughs and shook head, it's gone
What a thoughtless action of the vain mind
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
I have been hoping
that the visible invisibles
of Keystone Solidarity Republican
Militants
will soon come and tether a black horse
in front of my front door
to put their famous Doubt in my mind
that I am actually a horse
and not a human being
Why this simple act is taking so long
baffles me given they are specialists
in formatting doubts
perhaps they doubt horses have our legs
as I have three legs myself
though the middle leg
is not usually used for trotting
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
if only life was simple
well
less complicated
if only people didn't yell
and scream
or ridicule
imagine how much happier
the world
in general
would be
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
I want to say more
Than your name
Or I think it is your name
It comes out a jumbled mess
A mouth full of scrabble tiles
I spit out words
You tell me I talk too much
Peel myself apart
Exposing my heart
Before appetizers arrive to the table
And you can’t enjoy your salad
With my heart beating
Upon your plate
I try to zip myself back up
It was too late though
All my stories flooded the table
Blabbering the details
Until I could make a nine course meal
From your ridicule
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
Laughter from Another Room
by Michael R. Burch
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel;
as I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Only you and I are real.
Only you and I exist.
Only burns that blister heal.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only hope that lingers dies.
Only love that lessens lives.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only sinners ever pray.
Only saints are crucified.
The crucified are always saints.
The crucified are always saints.
The maddest men control the world.
The dumb man knows what he would say;
the poet never finds the words.
The poet never finds the words.
The minstrel never hits the notes.
The minister would love to curse.
The warrior longs to spare his foe.
The warrior longs to spare his foe.
The scholar never learns the truth.
The actors never see the show.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The artist longs to feel the flame.
The proudest men are not aloof;
the guiltiest are not to blame.
The guiltiest are not to blame.
The merriest are prone to brood.
If we go outside, it rains.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we dare to love, we fear.
Blind men never see the sun;
other men observe through tears.
Other men observe through tears
the passage of these days of doom;
now I listen and I hear
laughter from another room.
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel.
As I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
No one calls me smart
They all check my grades
Mockery of the success
Shameful of the less
Trophy for being a disappointment
I try my hardest
Just for the attention
The approval
Is what keeps me going
I want an A
But I’m labeled with a B, C, D, or F
The attention is all wrong
The ridicule
Not reward
Nothing feels retained
I want a place to post
To show I’m more
To feel seen and liked
To see mean and nice
To share what I do with a brush
What I can do with facepaint
See others
Share songs
But it's about **** time
That they see it isn't
The showing to others
That ensured my demise
The help they would give me
The eyes and the ears
To feel seen and heard
The spotlight again
It will shine on my face
As if everyone cared
As if I wasn't so scared
And I would feel cured
But the labels I gain
Seem to be retained
Without a constraint
Of worry and pain
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
He laid there seizing in pain
Because of an addiction
Gone wrong.
You could have said,
How can we help you get better?
You could have said,
We are family and
We are here for you.
Yet you said nothing.
You just laughed at his pain.
You ridiculed him as if
His pain was not worth
Your attention.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
(A Definition: OCD is a mental disorder where people feel the need to check things repeatedly, perform certain routines repeatedly or have certain thoughts repeatedly).
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Well, I'll tell you once
Better make that twice just in case,
Maybe even a third time to be sure
To be sure it's securely in place
Because you never know, do you, you
never know.....
When I was young I worked for the
man
I didn't have any other choice at the
time,
A strange man, aren't they all
Had a funny way of going on
Had pet names for things, his own
private little vocabulary
And there was always this one, this
one little proviso
No matter what you seemed to do
You! you were always wrong.
If you were to ask him for directions
you'd surely end up lost
Be left scratching your head or driving
into a wall,
Even if you thought you knew what he
meant
It was like he'd just turn it around,
stand it on its head
And suddenly it wasn't what he meant,
it wasn't what he meant at all!
But was something completely
different
And you! you were always wrong.
"Where are your eyes, can't you see!"
he'd say
I could see alright but not what he was
saying to me
Everything was upside down, every
which way across
All jumbled up, awkward, out of place,
I could never please him anyway,
In the end you'd just give up, just
give in
Admit you were stupid, admit you
were dim
Playing a game only he could win
With its ever changing rules all made
up by him,
Maybe it was just the mood he was in
He was a man though and I, I was only
a kid....only a kid.
II
Now its hard to live when you've
always been wrong
When you don't trust yourself or the
whole world around
You grow unsure about things, you
start to check things,
Where others see things for what
they are, you simply don't believe it
Reality isn't reality you've learned, it's
something else entirely.
Whereas the other guy can check
things once and let it go
You gotta keep on checking & checking
You look and you look and you look
again
You strain to see what isn't there really
Strain till your poor eyes are nearly
popping out of your head onto the
floor
And even then it's not over, there's a
punchline
When you finally do get something
done
You still don't believe you've done it
right
A Big Black doubt remains & it follows
you about
A voice from your past comes back to
haunt you
And to remind you, that "You! you
were always wrong".
How could you ever hope to win
Working three or four times as hard
just to stay even, just to keep up
with the next guy
And it's hard, real hard, all that
indecision
It's no great surprise when you start to
fall behind
You look up & suddenly they've all
passed you by
You look at them like their some kind of Supermen, the ease with which they
can do things, like real men
But you, still like a little child who can
never get it right
You feel such a failure, feel so small, so
small and so inadequate.
And you stick out, others begin to notice you & your little peculiarity
They snigger and laugh behind your
back
They joke about you and call you
names
Their not like you, no one's like you
Nobody wants to be your friend,
No! Nobody wants to be a friend to
that.
You feel you don't fit, you don't belong,
You feel so lost, you feel so alone.
Bosses too, watching you work, they
shake their heads and say,
" He's not very productive, is he? He's
very slow
No! We can't keep him, he's no good,
he'll have to go ".
III
But where do you go? What do you
do?
When all the doors are closed on you,
If you're not all worn out by then,
your health all gone
Well, maybe....maybe you seek another
reality, yeah,
You take a drink and then another and
then wow!
What's all this? a world gone crazy,
out of control, spinning & whirling
around
And it's funny and you'd be laughing,
laughing at the craziness, the
absurdity of it all
And the great thing, you didn't care
anymore
You'd say to yourself " this is great, this
is amazing,
Maybe now I'd found a world I could
live in
Where things were always funny and I
wouldn't always be wrong"
You'd made a new friend, and a friend
worth having
Here was someone who could really
help you
That could ease your pain and dull
that crazy brain of yours
Someone that could fix you and
maybe, carry you home.
And so, you managed to get yourself a
job, then rising real early every
morning
You'd put some music on, then get the
drinks in
Have yourself a little/ wee party
Wait for the effect to kick in, the click
in your head to come
When the seriousness would all
dissipate
And the funniness come around
instead
Then you'd head off to work, you'd be
high but careful to conceal it
So as not to give yourself away
You'd be like an actor playing a role,
the part of the 'normal person'
whatever that is
But behind it all there was you,
watching yourself
And you'd be sniggering & laughing,
far away and far out of it;
And you'd be able to keep up with
them, the others
Keep up long enough until lo and
behold, surprise of all surprises
You'd see one of them make a mistake
And this would give you some
confidence
And you could build on that
You'd start to think, maybe I wasn't so
bad after all
And maybe they weren't the
Supermen I thought them to be,
And slowly bit by bit, you'd start the
long trek back, back to sanity
Till one day, suddenly you wouldn't
need it anymore, the drinking
You'd have realized the truth, that you were as good if not a whole lot better
than any of them
Yea, you'd realize the truth, that you'd
been robbed, you'd been duped
There was nothing wrong with you,
there never was
It was Him! all Him those many years
ago
And that crazy way he had of going
on.
How he always liked to make you feel
that it was such a really big deal
Every time you made a mistake, did
something wrong
It was something terrible! something
heinous!!
O! It was the End of the World!!!
His words, how they'd hit you right at
your heart's core, leave you reeling
Made you feel you weren't human
anymore
You were hopeless! Impossible! Like some kind of freak, some alien being...
You know, sometimes I look at great
structures, big buildings, bridges
and the like
And I wonder what kind of mind
made such a thing
It wouldn't have been me that's for
sure
I'd have been too afraid they'd
collapse or fall into the sea,
And I think again of him who made
me this way
His parents died when he was very
young
He had awful teachers who scared
and beat him mercilessly
He had to emigrate to find work like
so many others
Had to work with foreigners far
from his own home and kin
Who knows what he must have gone through to make him the way he was
What crazy world created him and
made him do the things he did
He never wrote anything down, no!
not like I could
And so it is...and so it goes
(When one person bullies another and destroys their perception of the world)
Now I know it's going to **** me one of
these days
This penchant I still have for checking,
this overconcern for things
When I think of all the energy I must
have wasted
The things I could have done with it
(I could surely do with it now)
What might have been... if only... if
only.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
'look at that madman'
says the ***** and her victim
'look at that madman'
says the intellectual in debt
'look at that madman'
says the activist with rigor
'look at that ******* madman'
i screamed with them
as i looked into the mirror
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I know that you think shes beautiful,
And I know that you think that she'll
be better drifting off to sleep with you,
Walks on the beaches in your picture
view,
And though you like her so, she still wants to make fun and ridicule you,
I'm starting to think you like that,
Wanna leave feelings , they fight back,
Not lying to yourself is a fact,
That love is not good when it is no
match , for chemistry,
Let her be,
Let her dream,
About the guy that she should have took,
Pregnant and her baby daddy left , its all over
facebook.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Would people have been more kinder
and affectionate,
if only the world didn’t misunderstand
niceness on a daily basis?
How come we live with such a distorted view
that we are afraid of being good to each other?
From the fear of being judged.
From the fear of being ridiculed.
From the fear of being burdened forever.
From the fear of being taken advantage of.
From the fear of being looked down on.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
A woman nigh round here sought
me in her life but hesitantly
she would never really hinge
till the flame finally out-
while she mattered just as well
I was the one with wherewithal
whether or not it fought for peace
through a second chance in life might appease
forthwith me distinguish only her amnesty.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
I used to be lysexic
But I’m betting getter.
I sometimes get letters
All gangled up totether.
I often lose tontrol
Of the taction of my ung
I had this tind of krubble
Sever yince I was sung.
I backed things saidward
It muzz wore than embarrassing.
It got me picked lot upon
Subjected to hate grarrassing.
Sometimes wumbers nould
Lood just like wetters
Back when I was lysdexic
But I am betting getter.
Not just lysdexic am me
But I Spoonerise tum soo.
And unce that sets started
There is lo sittle I can do.
It get’s ard to understand me
And it isses some eeple poff
I really bish I could weegin
To **** to stalk like a toff.
I used to be lysexic
But I’m betting getter.
I sometimes get letters
All gangled up totether.
I often lose tontrol
Of the taction of my ung
I had this kind of rubble
Sever yince I was sung.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
And for those of you who don’t
Find Trump to be pernicious,
He shows his *** to one and all,
I hope you find it is delicious.
For those of you who lived in
Dream castles of foolish hope
You have backed an evil man
A charlatan and a dope.
If you tried hard and long
You could not have done worse
And that is the reason for
This neener neener verse.
I can’t think how he could
Have warned you any better.
He promised things intelligence
Could discredit by the letter.
He said he would do stuff
So totally unconstitutional,
That made the rich richer,
And proved you were delusional
To trust a total ripoff guy
Who has been cheating for years.
Why did you think this fool
Would allay any of your fears?
But still you all waved high
His stupid Chinese-made hats;
Bought him gold and diamond studs
For his brand new fancy spats.
And now he’s in the Capitol
Laughing at all of you dolts
YOU gave him weapons to use on you
Instead of a thousand volts.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
I was raised on ridicule
Scorn and blaming.
Belittling laughter
Jokes and shaming.
Though nobody who knew
Seems to doubt it
They sure as hell wish I
Would shut up about it.
That’s just the way it is today.
Abused children, it seems
Upset people; therefore they
Are best not heard, just seen.
Four Eyes, Toothpick and Brat
These are a few of the names.
You might as well call them freaks
And creeps. It amounts to the same.
Screwup, ****** fumblefingers,
Bones, Spazz and Stumblebum.
Pantywaist, wussy, ditz and then
Plenty more where those came from.
From birth to death it seems
Sometimes, throughout all of life
Some people just don’t care
That scorn can cut like a knife.
It makes people question
Every move they might make
When somebody keeps on
Calling them things like flake.
The condemnation and rebuke
Aren’t covered up by the laughter.
People should question deeply
The effect they think they are after.
So cut the kids a break
It won’t turn out wrong
And the ridicule of a child
Can last their whole life long.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
Fact: Bananas have more trade regulations than AK-47s.
Something healthy must be having such ridiculous regulations,
But not the Kalashnikov as it won't be good for trade relations.
But hey, even she dubs me as her loving exclusive AK-47,
'Coz my name is Atul Kaushal - the letters are 4 and 7!
I shoot poetry and spilled is love instead of blood.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
I used to look like a famous person,
And I swear I really still do.
I started out looking like Dagwood
And now I resemble Mister Magoo.
On a fairly regular basis
I had to shave my face
And gripe about it as I did; now
There are hairs all over the place.
Oh, I remember times quite well
I used to bend to pick up a coin.
Then quickly stand right up again.
Now it causes pain in my groin.
I’d stand before the mirror, I’d
Spend much time combing my hair.
It had to look lush and thick
Now it’s gone, so I no longer care.
Because my forehead has grown
Much longer than my tresses.
I no longer have to worry
About any tangled messes.
I used to be able to eat
Anything put before me
But now I have to watch
What I munch on carefully.
Some things bind me,
And stop all activity,
And some things make me
Take ***** trips frequently.
I’d ***** about this aging stuff
But I have learned not to whine
Because I am still around.
So, longevity is mine.
Some people ridicule me
Because I walk slowly
I tell them I hope they can walk
When they are as old as me.
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
“Magical Journey”:
oft ridiculed by cynics-
apt term nonetheless.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
I yearn to be an outsider.
To stray from society...
All in order to be
Who I'm truly
Created to be
I'm willing to face inner and outer adversity
All in the name of freedom
Judge me
Ridicule me
I care not, for I yearn to be
Everything I was created for
Living life purposefully
Breaking societal norms
I care not for the path created by
The government
But rather live happily
Fruitfully
In accordance to
Who I am created to be.
Wandering Unconventionally.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
*"My future ex-wife,
are you still alive?"*
The thought hit me as I was out of cigarettes one Monday morning, when I remembered that the previous night I was only able to smoke half of my last one. I had put the shorted cigarette underneath of a spring doorstop, still in plastic and uninstalled, that lay resting on the brick pillars erected on the front porch of the house. For as long as I've lived there, that doorstop had been lying on those painted bricks just waiting for a half of a cigarette to protect from the wind and snow.
The filter, on that common Monday morning, was ice on my lips, and your frostbitten love was inside of my lungs.
As it smoldered and spewed twirling blue swirls,
I sat and recollected upon you.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Earnest eyes, rewarding lips
I love the way you treat my kiss
Bold attitude, untold devotion
I drink from the bottle of your condescending potion
↣
I’m standing on two feet alas
Only to bend back over
To feel the mastery in your grasp
And the protection in your hover
↣
Your bed is my favorite reality
Moving up and down, face to face
This is the recovery period
For the inconvenience of time and space
↣
I’ll be your girl til the end of the world
So long as it spins on its axis
I’ll tuck you into bed and put kisses on your head
So long as faith in each other is practiced
↣
I’ll be your little minx until you leave us to dissipate
in a battle lost between the cracks
Of what’s ahead and waiting for us,
and what we cannot take back
↣
I’ll stay as feeble and ready to mold
to the circumstances of your trust
To function formally under your arms
in the disease that I call lust
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
For King and country; for glory; for God; for love; for land; for the right to live; for the right to live how we want
All of these, and more, are reasons to fight
It's easy to have a reason to fight
What about a reason to withhold your actions?
What reason does one use to say no to fighting?
It's easy to rationalize why we do acts of violence, but nobody rationalizes passivity
What about when we do something silly and pointless?
I do such things to make people smile
If I cannot make myself smile, why not do so for others?
Let people ridicule me all day, if I bring about at least one smile, then the day has not been wasted
Love is my reason
Love for all of mankind, even those whom would stand against me
Love is all the reason I need to forsake myself for others
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC