"appraisals" poems
Please be aware, the arrogance of a Burglar
that breaks into your home and steals your
property is permissible
Please carefully note that the arrogance of a stinking bully
that oppresses you and wants to cower you down
is permissible
Please take into consideration that the arrogance of a gang
that terrorizes and bullies is permissible
Please bear in mind the arrogance of liars, twisters, slanderers
fraudsters and defamers is permissible
Please remember the arrogance of fringe lunatics to unjustly
condemn and victimize and bring chaos and destruction
to an innocent human is permissible
Please keep in your appraisals the arrogance of a misled majority
to impose, mob, obstruct, harass and hound is democracy
in action and is permissible
Please note that the arrogance and ignorance of offensively discriminating against any foreigner or minority member is permissible
Please note to work hard and earn an honest living is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to criminal bullies is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to stinking bullies is Arrogant
Please know to speak up for yourself is Arrogant
Please note to refuse to be cowered by thieves is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to be browbeaten is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to have your confidence drained is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to adversity is Arrogance
Please know to not be weak and Feeble under pressure is Arrogance
Please know to have self respect and be self assured is Arrogant
Please know to possess your own mind is Arrogance
Please know to offer as much as a squeak when being unfairly and unjustly treated is Arrogance
Above all please know that we invented the English Language and have the sole knowledge as to what constitutes Arrogance, whether you like it or not, and if you protest about that, you are ****** guilty of Arrogance...my friend!
Please be strictly conscious that Arrogance is weakness, mental weakness. Falling to the desires of our darker instincts and
succumbing to conceit and smugness.
Please pay particular attention to the salient fact that Arrogance
portraits a total lack of human decency towards other humans
Know that when arrogance ceases humanity ascends.
And we we all live in a lovely perceptibly white and wonderful world
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
The Butler Model of Tourism
I come back year after year
cracked black valise, busted zipper
spring-shot lobby divans drained of color,
to press crisp bills into Monte’s hand
come up for air from the tortoise shell
of his thread bare uniform, ease myself
down on a sagging mattress
wait for the clatter of ancient bones
his creaking cart and shuffling feet
to recede into absolute silence down
the dimly lit hall, broken only by a spate
of conversation between the couple
I can just make out in the water
stained fresco above the bed
two of them lost in a heated row
as if I couldn’t hear their bald appraisals
shockingly frank in this flocked walled room
with musty corners and milky windows
disagreeing only on the degree of my
progression through the dismal stages of
“The Butler Model of Tourism”
him making a half-hearted case for
Rejuvenation, the woman straddling
the thin line between Stagnation and Decline.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
how can we know where lovers go
or when they take the notion
to stop the flow and try to slow
the rhythm of the ocean.
we cannot seek to reach this peak
or lift above that sea,
we are too weak to mug the meak
of their sincerity.
we are alone, together and free.
and here's some stream of thought (that just so happens to rhyme, kinda)...
loopy arousal.
lofty appraisals.
disabled and taken for granted.
in the eyes of the dead,
instead of the usual red,
we decided on green
to dress the scene.
the sound man listened.
the light man leered.
the chef was cooked.
i'm hooked.
heaved on to me like voyeurism
and sought like publishers.
distasteful? yes.
useful. yes.
knowledgeable? sometimes.
lurid trysts and poltergeists
expounding.
multiplication escapes me.
pen and paper **** me.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
Let the whole world go to
Bits of narcissistic appraisals
Thumbs ups and shares
Plenty followers to
Cover up a sense of isolation
They wish would fill the hole that
Seems too scary to explore
And I...
I just can't stop looking into it
Each and every day
And it fills me with
Dread, mystery and light
Of some other kind
That only monks see well
I was never like them
But always wished to find
That place I would
Finally belong to
Somewhere at the edge
Of a morning leaf
Where dew drop
Is about to fall
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
Only yesterday that your glass blew
The flame was burning untouchable
The disk spinning fast, un-reversible
No home in a town so inhospitable
A world where questions are daft
Drafted to unravel an inbuilt psyche
I stand out in the jungle countryside
Strumming listening to “wild world”
Each rhythm a wavy walk on a path
Steps and strolls always sidetracked
The poppy field faded in sheen redness
When it turned cold and bled sourness
It was me who was left by the riverside
I sat by the bank and dreamed away
Then viewed my mirrored reflection
Melted in indecisions and intricacies
Extreme ongoing cognition appraisals
Silenced in the sound of the stillness
The flash of the grassed field called me
Embraced me as I paraded on the verge
A resolving embrace of a stab erased
I plead not to be understood or wanted
For these riffles are fixated on our heads
Bolted in our thoughts, wants and desires
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
Packetfuls of some morning long gone
Celebrations of some relations long lost
Appraisals of youth long withered
Dying of some laughter long forgotten
Yellowed photographs newly rediscovered.
As if after the hesitation of two decades
They’ve resurfaced out of a rusty old box
Freshly etching old patterns, repainting innocence
A revision of life… what if….what if not….
Some strange spirit of myself smiles back at me
“Is that me?” leading on to “Who am I?”
Existential discomfort set alight
The sleepless questions- twisting and turning
Memories in my head- swimming and swirling
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
16/06/2007
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
Turn your pain
In to poetry....
Sorrow
Unto songs
Let them be
Word clouds
That passes by
But pleasure...
It's a platitude...
That need
No appraisals
A flower that blooms
Oblivious of its
Beauty and scent
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Golden horn player,
blow.
Tune out the world with your sound.
Tune out the sins, the needs and wants,
Tune out the cries for help in the dark,
The compliments and appraisals.
Tune out the world which beats you down then apologizes.
Tune out the ‘Yes No’s. The ‘Maybe So’s. The ‘Not Right Now’s.
Tune out every kiss, every touch.
Tune out every heartbreak and every scream. Every time you bled and cried.
Tune it all out.
Golden horn player,
Blow.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
Anonymous happenings of amour
Unexpectedly saturated my psyche
I had collapsed within the clasp
Of a strikingly luxurious beauty
She possessed the voice of a deity
That cradled and swayed me fervently
I nuzzled like a helpless infant yearning
For the serene brush of her lyrics floating
Into the depths of my ears, entertaining me
On a level that no musician has taken me before
Her opulent lullabies trek across the midnight skies
Educing infinite collections of laudable appraisals
The supersonic sounds of her tantalizing melodies
Hypnotize my senses to widely varying degrees
Leaving me in awe as my jaws sink with astonishment
Her beloved tunes will reside within my heart forever
Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 1:21 PM UTC
I think, sometimes you have to say 'fuck this, I deserve better than you'
I've been saying that since I was 10 about my parents. Cos they **** you up, don't they? Your mum and your dad. **** I deserve more than a mother who cared more about a pint than my school shoes. A mother who knows more vulgarities than appraisals.
**** I deserve more than the bitchy-twig-thin-blonde that I convinced myself was my best friend for 5 years. u little ***** I deserve more than a text every 6 months about how you 'wish we were still friends.' I deserved more than taking the back seat for a guy. I deserve more than your texts to 'keep me sweet' and your promises that are as empty as your personality.
**** I deserved more than the 'friends' that made me feel bad about being sad. As if the complete ******* up of my life didn't have quite enough guilt. I deserved more than their forced drinking, I deserved more than being their run around, ordered around. I deserved more.
and ******* hell, did I deserve more than the ****** ex that near ruined, and ended, my life. I deserve more than to wonder if you're still alive, because in all honesty I tell people you are dead and I've never been much of a liar.
I deserve me. I deserved time by myself to get to know myself. You should get rid of ****** people because I've never been happier
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Weak, empty, miserable
That's what everyone sees
If only they just took the time
To see that isn't me.....
Judgements abound disquiet my voice
If only they knew this isn't my choice
Everyone's appraisals overwhelm my senses
At the ready to prepare my defenses
Combative and ill-tempered is my demeanor
Making everything all the bit keener
So much stirring underneath the exterior,
But you can't see it because you feel superior
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Oh yes,
Night terror, history:
The Orders of Guessing Hypothesie
Oven bubbling mutton
Ew, ew, ewe!
Nettlijg kethered kips
cym built
Figuring out the beating sounds
Against
Irony, Ann, me butte you plateau
Dactylic appraisals the young unable,
Kip Candy Whack
Fuzzy teg legs the lanolin glutton of mutton
The muted toot-toot of a train's course of traction no left or right
Just go.
Just reverse.
Weighted out fears for
Anxious rhymes with
Don't speak the heavy metal in the ending if he jungle. Danger plays to a child at play one day
Some pillows trying but something doesn't count.
Beautiful yours
Beautiful Hers
never fast again
eat and eat kirbojrrrrrrrr
Rich composition
Simple eyelids
Nictststensldnebt
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
where are the times
when people could rely
more or less
on what their leaders
whom they had elected
spoke and did?
when there was yet no need
to fact-check every other sentence
of presidential self-appraisals
or denigrating tweets about opponents?
after three years of suffering
through all shenanigans of the most blatant kind
it seems that rudeness, ignorance, and lies
have quietly become accepted as new normal
we've learned that people we elected
to fight for our cause
can say one thing
and then the opposite
throw in a lie or two
and nobody complains
or votes them out of their coveted offices
in fact
thanks to the wonderful examples of our leaders
we now have learned to distrust everybody
even ourselves
eight billion plus of unreliables
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 5:25 AM UTC
poetry is a business with
finger-snap appraisals
that thrives on how
much I hate myself
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC