"allegation" poems
I cry, I frown, I aggravate, I shout
She laughs, she smiles, she simplifies and rejoices aloud
She is totally different from me
Se lives in me but is always free
When I frighten, she enlighten
with every step she brighten
she is a child in me
full of glee
when I become quiet in sadness
she does all work in quite Madness
what I deceive, is her believe
This bond is what makes us unique
We take different trains from the same station
My every work is a subject to her allegation
our roads don't match, but our destinations do
I don't know why her clumsiness is better than my neatness to
We both are one unit
I am a misfit, she is a nit wit
But, I lack the charisma she has
yet I am learning the way she act as
So what, we take different paths
we reach the same parks
Hurry up, I need to end this poem
to stop her playing from a toy lion...
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:55 AM UTC
Rationalization
Participation
Concentration
Manipulation
Devastation
Frustration
Delegation
Completion
Direction
Addiction
Motovation
Contraction
Perfection
Election
Connection
Commotion
Lotion
Jubilation
Revaluation
Fibulation
Continuation
Population
Sensation
Complication
Allegation
Temptation
************
Proustitution
Execution
Desertion
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
Manipulation's
Allegation's
Sanitation
Strangulation
All frustration
Let out
On a
Seventie's delux
Strat.
Putting blues
On the screaming
Map.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Sentience is life
Sanctity a lie
Sayin it alive
"I think therefore I am"- Descartes
So may as well be a slab of ham a part
Ship the guts off to a lab grow a heart
Social value before Science breakthrough
Society lies before Society lives
Public hysteria some Hateful euphoria
Cloud regulation
With false allegation
Corrupt litigation
By holy congregation
A rights desecration
In an uptight nation
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
The allegation I believe did not require consideration
It was a gross exaggeration out of desperation
This fabrication, and every sick insinuation,
A complication of a self explanation
Of your deprivation and justification
For your manipulation to suit your temptation,
infatuation with your impersonation
Contamination
Indignation within your contamination,
An accusation of your relation became your revelation,
It was not your reputation anymore under investigation
Starving for salvation, you fed each sick implication
As if each misrepresentation in vindication were a donation
To trade your damnation for his incarceration
As if creation of a demonstration
Desperation for an explanation
For your infatuation with temptation
Deprivation justification was indignation,
Accusation of impersonation -
Realization of manipulation
Salvation from damnation
Clarification of contamination
Allegation as donation
The Incarceration cancellation
The only explanation
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
In certain cases and cirmcustances , we question various reports.
Some realistic and some simple fiction.
But is all things based on race?
Probably not?
But on the perception of the public.
So let's dive into various events reported lately.
Why?
Why?
Do white females have no guts to report events twenty years ago?
But suddenly now?
We have law enforcers and lawyers in a society ready to go.
With the Supreme Court nominee allegation, we seeing tricks of tricks playing out.
Whether you like him or not, this guilt attack could have been reported.
What stopped her?
Many playing some of it down cause thee allegations comes now when he about to be elevated higher in the court system?
And let's be real a lot of stupidity goes on in our teen years that we ALL might regrets.
What do experts say?
We not wise to make an adult decision in our youth.
Which many of us know not exactly true.
Even with Cosby attacks many still think if the lady took a secret payment.
She played a guilt in him if true doing more against the others.
Plus, by law, she owes the money back.
It's a broken contractual agreement.
And many men still doubt some accusation.
Is with the famous accuser?
Why?
Didn't take go to news a long time ago?
In some these cases, they were mixed, racial accusers?
If took a poll mainly always one sided based in race polling?
Many would high light white females love to play along and stay the silent partner in cases.
And this isn't always about they were fearful.
But their partial guilt will be exposed.
All these high-level ****** harassment cases level against news executive points out various themes.
They still worked for the company and around him.
For what?
They had a family to take care of in life.
Sounds good but many of us know we not going stay in a hostile environment too long.
What's going to get better?
Some, hate to admit it.
Rose through the ranks to be high-level anchors.
At most companies, many employees know the "slept her way to the top" female.
And then the case "huntress" always on the scene Gloria Allred the lawyer present in most cases.
What high profile lawyer?
Do anything for free?
Of all races, it seems white females have this selected memory that surfaces back just at the right time.
But no one can make you be quiet.
Although a few friends and family try with you gonna embarrassed the family.
But if it gives you a peace of mind.
Follow your heart and go after your accusers.
True friends and family stay at your best supporters.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
silently whispers
You're not the allegation of any guy who blames you for leading him on because you have two fatty sacs on your chest.
silently whispers
Your tears don't absolve you of your masculinity, nor your gentleness is something to mock about. Don't let anyone tell you any different.
silently whispers
You are not the lustful touches they give, or the hungry stares. If a man finds you ***** after he has touched you, tell him to look at his own hand.
silently whispers
You're not entitled to give it to someone, or enjoy what has been forced upon you, cause it is a sick imagination of someone else. Your gender does not determine if you're a victim or the culprit, deserving the punishment.
Please don't ever think you're supposed to sit still when someone's hand over stays their welcome, and stray to other places, where they were not invited because everyone says your gender Is supposed to enjoy any ****** act.
silently whispers
You're not the intentions or the ***** implications of someone who compliments you, neither you accept their unsaid offer when you say thank you.
And when you talk of things like that, you're not supposed to stagger, when they speak out loud-" but I have never done that". Not you, maybe, buy definitely someone else.
speaks out loud
A crime does not stop because you refuse to participate in it, or if you decide to close your eyes. You can't dismiss a problem because you never had it happen to you.
It's not a girl or a boy, who is sexually abused.
It's a person.
Please, proceed onwards after you have this understood
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
Those around you in government convinced they act in your favour
And some with masks running around acting like they are your saviour
But truth be told they are one in the same
Convincing everyone that you should be looking for someone to blame
They promote indifference,separation,hatred and allegation
Truth be told they are one in the same
Promoting chaos,fear,panic and blame
Some say they do it in a religious name
The others say do not forgive or forget
The three Ls is how I must live my life
I have to remove all negative things and as such remove mental strife
Live,Love,Liberate offer a hand to the broken
It's about time now that the world is awoken
All lives matter we should be treated equal
Look not outward at the world
But to the child within us all and to the higher self
And let's all vibrate higher
For the true abundant loving wealth
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
Article 1, Purpose
1. This act is aimend at exposing the lack of solidarity inside modern society
2. It shall give an opportunity to overthink ones own morals and values
Article 2, Definitions
1. The term people shall refer to individuals regardless of their *** age or nationality
2. Narrow minded shall comprise all comments that are based without having any experience in the concerned field of application
3. Judging shall refer to the creation of an opinion of any kind
Article 3, Scope
1. This act shall apply to all people judging others on their narrow minded and enclosed beliefs
2. This act shall apply to all people in favor of expulsion measures of refugees in need
3. This act shall comprise all people that want to isolate themselves and are in favor of closing borders
Article 4, Application
1. All people in accordance with article 2 paragraph 1, 2 and 3 shall refrain of the action of judgement and exclusion mentioned in article 3 (1) and 3 (2) without having experienced war themselves
2. All people willing to close borders in accordance with article 3 (3) in order to protect their own interest shall imagine themselves in the same stage of helplessness before acting in such a nonsensical way
Article 5, Justifications
1. The justification of a measure enshrined in article 3 paragraph 1, 2 and 3 shall not be justified on the following grounds
(a) Hatred
(b) The fear of losing benefits
(c) The false allegation of knowing what is actually going on in Syria
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
I am not alone here, these words accompany
Always close at hand, sitting right next to me
Ringing in the silence of the room behind closed doors
Bouncing off the walls and off of the hardwood floor
Tenderly caressing what is left of my heart
Nudging my hand to the pencil, telling me to start
Wiping tears from my eyes and connecting the drops
Presenting the painter poet with a vision of art
Not today, oh not today, the sore is much too deep
The artist in me cries that the fall is much too steep
But inspiration beckons me this grim and lonely night
Inclining me, between the tears, are the words which I must write
Goodnight, Goodnight
Each and every etching is a tearing truth to me
Falling again and again into a tragedy
But on I go as pain does grow and ease at the same time
Escaping my mind and etching on my heart with every line
This is not depression, this is a cleansing thing
See how the words choose to echo love to me
A losing game, a crying shame, a message wrapped in tears
A courageous allegation surrounded by constant fear
I will be done wih my sitting with my words soon
As they float in the midnight sky up to the moon
I will never see you again inside the tears I cry
Only in the words on paper that you left behind
Goodnight, Goodnight
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
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This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled " अपराधबोध" published in pratilipi (Feb. 2019)
Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2l4MIXz
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Today all of Sudden, I do remember again
The time that has elapsed since long
The bygone lovely childhood
The yesterday that has passed
The good old childhood friends.
I do remember some blurred faces
whose names, I couldn't recall
I do remember my teachers
Still in the same look and form
I remember their scolding
I remember happiness on their faces
I even remember their angry faces
Their orders to stand up on the bench
Their punishment to pose as a rooster
I do remember now
The essence of their teachings
I followed all their teachings
But I had to suffer a lot
So, I packed them all tied them in a knot
And thrown them all into the trash can.
This is not an allegation against my teachers
That their teachings are not valuable
But, I discovered, I was not capable
To follow their valuable teachings.
In this modern era of practicality
There is no respect for human values
Human values have been deteriorated
Due to changing definitions of the words
The whole dictionary has changed.
I admit I have committed crime against my teachers
Since I left the righteous path shown by them
And followed another easy path on my own
But what else could I have done?
I had no power to change the present era -
I alone do not have the courage to be an era-rebel
So, I gave up the right path and followed another one
But may be, inspite of this
my teacher may forgive me
But can I forgive myself?
No! Not at alI, I don't have this right
After getting pardon from my teacher
The gravity of my crime doesn't decreases
So by the way if my teachers pardon me
Even then, I can't be free
From the guilt
I must have to live
Bit by bit, Suffocatingly
This will be my punishment
Yes, this will be my punishment.
*****
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
i am not bitter
i’m tired
of seeing headlines flood my timelines
worded similarly with a name substituted in as allegations break
i am not privileged
to be tired of seeing headlines flood my timelines
worded by way of another celebrity letting us down
i do not ignore
the bile headlines that sneak their way into my timelines
how can i?
but i am tired
of feeling let down
i am not blind
to the immense pain caused by a scream, silenced
but i am tired
of seeing the duct tape over her mouth
i wonder
if one day soon
i will no longer be bitter
or tired
of seeing headlines flood my timelines
worded by way of claiming
it was her fault
-rgp
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
Chatterbox, face-to-face
Nine o'clock, brace the pace
Sign the docs, stop the chase
I quit! You're a disgrace.
Allegation: "double agent?"
Your brain is too ancient
Keep testing my patience
I'm done! from your insulting statement.
Nothing you say, can rearrange my perception
I ain't got time, for your desperate deception
Suffered enough, running out of option
Uncaged! Claiming liberation.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 6:06 AM UTC
Resurrection
When the seas, all seven, align and combine,
To form one tide, do you believe we have a selection, to
Reside, hide and remain alive?
Or is that our mind tryna confide,
In our own made lie, afraid to die?
If the angels rein down a path to heaven,
I wish to accept, find, listen and abide,
Until I arrive.
Once I’ve arrived at my final destination,
Only then will I quit the investigation,
Quit the pacing,
Where thoughts are constantly racing.
End of days where I communicate,
Debate and question every nation.
An owl of silent observation,
Mixed with a perfection I can imagination,
To relate,
To create,
And modulate,
An exhilarating answer to the allegation,
Fact or fiction,
Which is resurrection?
Such unbelievers, who claim afterlife is an illusion,
Unaware that they are too, just bait,
Heading straight,
Into the great,
Hands of fate.
The weight of the truth,
And proof,
In representation of resurrection,
Cannot be ignored, just like an antique china plate,
Or a mate,
Who’s at times, difficult to tolerate.
It’s inevitable,
So renumerate,
Your pure self, and reinstate,
Circumnavigate,
To the Golden Slate Gate.
Enter your new estate,
Where you are enchanted with the power of illumination.
Before you can await,
The glorious one who turns death into rebirth,
Giving your soul a chance to resurrect,
Recreate, and once again illuminate.
Natasha .K. Bailey
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC
When the seas, all seven, align and combine,
To form one tide, do you believe we have a selection, to
Reside, hide and remain alive?
Or is that our mind tryna confide,
In our own made lie, afraid to die?
If the angels rein down a path to heaven,
I wish to accept, find, listen and abide,
Until I arrive.
Once I’ve arrived at my final destination,
Only then will I quit the investigation,
Quit the pacing,
Where thoughts are constantly racing.
End of days where I communicate,
Debate and question every nation.
An owl of silent observation,
Mixed with a perfection I can imagination,
To relate,
To create,
And modulate,
An exhilarating answer to the allegation,
Fact or fiction,
Which is resurrection?
Such unbelievers, who claim afterlife is an illusion,
Unaware that they are too, just bait,
Heading straight,
Into the great,
Hands of fate.
The weight of the truth,
And proof,
In representation of resurrection,
Cannot be ignored, just like an antique china plate,
Or a mate,
Who’s at times, difficult to tolerate.
It’s inevitable,
So renumerate,
Your pure self, and reinstate,
Circumnavigate,
To the Golden Slate Gate.
Enter your new estate,
Where you are enchanted with the power of illumination.
Before you can await,
The glorious one who turns death into rebirth,
Giving your soul a chance to resurrect,
Recreate, and once again illuminate.
-me, myself and I
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
i
The inferno I go into, as I shalt not be burnt by hurting arrow's
A being born of love, taking shuttle from a dove, passing the cup,
As Ill-will circle's me, the contempt of many tryeth to ****** me
As I'm loosed from their naysaying, to their gameplaying anger.
ii
Anew I wilt linger, in this round spinning ball, giving beauty of forgiveness and awe, showing other's the light of God, as the prey wilt lacerate, as angels to me shalt emancipate me of daily aching and nightly heartbreaking, for tis this spirit's overcoming all .
iii
I seeith the real between the false,i seeith the idol's the crowd worship's like a mob, I seeith the murderous bigotry of word's gone wrong, I seeith mineself singing a heavenly song, a comeback from the bygone's, a holder of many vision's.
iv
Overriding superstition, giving authenticity between dreaming wishes, not listening to misconstruction, letting mine conscience alive from allegation, moving mine wing's, nation to nation, giving the true one's an invitation, cometh one, cometh all.
v
Smiling wide, not changing what and who I am, spiritual by birth, though this place, a man, not saying I won't, to things I canst, a wonderful show, of graceful stand, and even if I'm a one man band, (which I shalt not be,) I'll keepeth on smiling, for I am me....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
The glitter is blinding.
New stars start shining.
Then memories recalled
With
Allegation,
Interpretation,
Incrimination,
Disinformation,
Retaliation;
And,
Five million to start.
But
Not that alone.
You're getting your picture
On the cover of
The Rolling Stone?
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
The first Mary I knew was just a young girl, not much younger than I now, but she was a miracle.
Mary gave the new world it's light, but to many, she was the light
The next Mary I came across was a saint. A misunderstood soul who adjusted her way of life and followed the man who had saved her half way across Europe, and never looked back.
It must've been years until I encountered another Mary, but by then I was convinced that only angels were given that sacred name, and oddly enough, she confirmed my allegation.
Mary had wide eyes and a curious mind. Every wondrous thought to ever leave her conscious and slip her lips was nothing but pure goodness.
Each phrase, whether it be of love, comfort, or humor, resonated with every one of those who were in ear shot her voice. She was sugar, curiosity, and rain.
And with a smile and laugh as contagious as her's you couldn't help but wonder about her.
I believe in angels, and I'm glad mine is a Mary.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
(Poppy tears)
"Why you crying baby?
You've been sober ten years!"
Dopamine, slow adrene'
My dog cried tonight
Sad soul was on the rug last night,
Had a shape like my best friend
And a face just like her grin.
There are droves of drugs in all the land
Fitting for every palm- and calm every hand.
For pride, for want, for lust, for hate.
The poppy tears make us salivate.
Sober or not, monster locked in the tower
Monster locked in cellar
Monster in the kitchen with grandpas cancer.
Hereditary,
Dietetic.
We cant help but look at each other and say:-
"The human race is pathetic."
Cold compress holds us back,
Every ant has a poison that gives her heart a heart attack.
With every wasp, and hornet kind
Comes a fever,
That just melts the mind.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
cats cats
big Ass application and or allegation
not me and not on my face
My face is what?
blue blue blue. spewing straws fewer and fewer
I move like liquid down a leg
lick em
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
the only way for a black to become a star
in this society
is to be labeled a n i double g er
how the **** can i progress?
when i live in a world full of n__z
thinkin' they made
when they livin' under the shade
of fear
subjugatin' to white mans stories
catchin' allegory,from the blk pastors
which are part of the plan
confusin' us with our own history
but i learned from the wise,open my eyes
spirits geared towards my mentality
broke the spiritual captivity now im free
from the power of destination
that we try to clutch in this world
ive shed many tears,no longer livin' in fear
laughter is gone cuz i know the truth is here
not scared to embrace it face it
my poor folks we doomed as a society
or better yet the whole **** nation
still facin allegation,from corrupt congregation
labeling thee a criminal to society
influencin' racism thinkin everybody with colored skin
is the perdition to sin,through reality when actuality
they skins pale as ****
nothin' but devils in guise
the serpents on a rise ya better recognize
im coming full throttle
put down that bottle of liquor
got many thinkin they strong???
when ya mentality is waaay gone!!!
high off that **** to get my mind right
blury sight,constant vivid dreams of the spirits at night
just the spiritual world tryna alert me that evil
finna come to an end,battle will just begin
close to armageddon no more lettin up this trigga
that stays hot so **** being a made n____
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
If I stand accused of a crime that I said, I didn't do.
Notice the news has reported the allegation in various forms.
While crying to the public that the accuser will be protected.
All good and dandy.
Except when the evidences comes back that I was falsely accused.
Now, who's the victim?
My reputation has been maligned.
Why the accuser still has been protected?
When they should face the shame of the public too.
We, hear that if they was seen.
That others might not report their crime.
But being caught in a catch twenty two.
Makes you wonder, who's the victim?
If not the innocence?
Then who?
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
We've been decieved
To worship a Trojan horse
Thinking it is all that matters
The brainy relationship so to say
Between sits and desks
against an innovative innocent board
Trolling Man’s Allegation against ignorance
Depends on statistical ratios
That Trojan horse I refuse to worship
Her name “Cumulative Grade Point Average
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
Every word's inflection holds a meaning I don't say.
Regardless of intention, or the method it's arrayed.
I try my best to say it, and hold my breath in hesitation.
I know i said it right, but now, I face an allegation.
I try to explain as best one can with lifeless words i weave.
They carry force which you assess, and meaning you conceive.
I Snake the text 'till they possess a meaning I control,
but my expression was impeccable,
on a platform with no soul.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC