"befoul" poems
Kathmandu
a quaint, romantic name,
had wanted to go there now it is a dream.
Nepal, this small mountain country
often used a golf ball between big countries
for purely selfish reasons.
Thousands of people killed and classical
palaces are reduced dust covering
mountain tops
as a fog of sadness
Cry my lovely I can only offer you friendship.
But for the tourists who evacuated on
Himalayas’ sacred top.
Filling valleys with empty cans of beef
and toilet paper flapping in the wind,
I have little empathy
rich tourists that had to bestride and befoul
a holy mountain.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC
The world today is as it's always been, filled with greed, death and war.
I sadly reflect that it get's worse and worse and through my heart it tore.
Soon everything must come to an end and so must the pain, blood, and gore.
I hope someday Christ will come and take away the pain the earth cannot stand anymore.
People are greedy and vile and I weep when I see them befoul the earth, stop it! I implore.
Alas! With a heavy heart I realize they will not, but ignore.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
The children of today befoul
Their grandparents with disrespect
And nurture their own children
With television shows and neglect.
They don’t teach children to be kind
And fail to teach them not to cheat.
So they grow up morally blind
Expecting to be paid to be sweet.
These kids were raised defectively
That hits it on the nose.
When you treat them so neglectfully
That’s just the way it goes.
They grow thinking they can get
Everything they desire.
And when they fail to get their way
They set the place on fire.
Now we have generations of them
Like hogs on the living room couch
Shoving their faces greedily
Like they’re a royal grouch.
They ***** if they think someone
Is getting more than they do.
But ask them to vote differently
And they whine they don’t want to.
They never notice that they dress
Like they did as in their teens.
Football jersies, shoes untied
Baseball caps and old jeans.
They say the same old crap
They used to say, not much new
About girls, and the car they drive
And what they’d like to do.
These kids were raised defectively
That hits it on the nose.
When you treat them so neglectfully
That’s just the way it goes.
They grow thinking they can have
A life of nothing but fun.
And when they fail to get their way
They go and get a gun.
Ask them names of those people
Got elected to represent.
Most of them barely know
The name of the President.
They don’t vote, they don’t go
Even so far as the local PTA.
This is the American voter
The kind we put up with today.
These kids were raised defectively
That hits it on the nose.
When you treat them so neglectfully
That’s just the way it goes.
They grow thinking they can get
What other people own.
It’s like these losers found a way
To live in the Twilight Zone
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Tainted havoc ensue
from our imminent destruction.
We befoul each other's affinity
with the ruin of our past lives.
Together we spoil, destroy, and infect the air that devours us.
Coexisting is not an option
between
You,
Me,
and
Sympathy.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
there are things in this world that aren't ******* fair
like children who believe they have ADD
and avoid dealing with what they really have.
like mothers who tell their children lies
about fathers
like children who adopt monsters that don't belong to them
personas that they try on like sparkly ballet flats
writing poems about being abused
and having ADD
and a ****** life
some children are wrong.
and i only know because i am their sister
children learn to tell lies
it's not their fault
i must remember not to blame them
but it is hard
there are people in this world who were truly abused
and you, sisters
befoul their anguish
with your wolf-cries.
i will never know how many times i must say this
but you weren't ******* abused
and you don't have ADD
and your mother is a ******* liar
i love you both
but i cannot listen
any more.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
Truth,
Men stop selling thy empresses to magazines and cheap sell outs!!
Truth,
Women , stop giving in to buyouts where thy men make you cheap dieouts and slaves to them!!!
Truth,
Men stop putting grenades in young lads hands, where thou bury your dead in thy sand,
Only waiting for thine next war!!!!
Truth!!
Kings and queens find your amour', not with currency you have collected!!!
Truth,
Both love each other not as objects but as one unprotected!!!!
Truth,
Men, stop thy iccusion of thine own brothers, for respect one another, they are thou, and thou are they!
Truth,
Mothers, waddle/thine children,
Don't grieve for today!!
Truth,
Fathers, show thine daughters makeup does not make beauty,
Nor can any fashion bring her rubies, for she's that ruby herself!!!
Truth,
Sibling lend thy hand, make voice with thy stand, If one screams will thou help?
Truth,
Leaders, do not befoul thy archaic province, make thine sons and daughters queens and kings of all challice,
Let them grow in purest reverance!!!!!
Truth, men stop thine own lusting, for doth not thou have a wife?
Truth,
Women don't thou to?
Truth,
Babies grow up to hear thine folks, for your skin by them was cloaked, Didst thou not know obeying is the greatest commandment?
Truth,
Boyfriends,husbands and men treat thy dame as if there's no more, call her your mi amour', not thy slave to fix your menu, and clean thine own dish!!
Truth,
Dreamers dream , and poor ones wish,
For one day you shall rulleth hand and fist to thy rich!!!!
TRUTH!!!!!
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
degrade me because you love me
infect me with your cancer
befoul my integrity
because i’ll do anything for attention
disillusioned with my charming grip
you lie awake
thinking of ways to let me down easy
you won’t be getting rid of me
because it’s me
im the malignancy
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
In nights most darkest hours
when all the worlds asleep
I leave my shadowed stage
and gently start to weep
I cleanse my soul with saline drops
to befoul it yet again
in front of atlas and his wait
the world and all its men
my mask grows painful
a burden in my chest
fake a life I never knew
removed, and I forget the rest
And sheltered in the alleyways
in the scourge of all man kind
there I felt your touch
as your hand slipped into mine
the prince of the sun
then span his golden wings
and took me from my misery
and all those other things
and now in midnight hours
I lay bundled in your arms
after you threw away my mask
and kissed away my qualms
and now I shine the brightest stars
and I play the play for you
you became my audience
the only bliss I knew
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC
we come
To your town
(Hungry)
! ? !
.~~
I mean :
...We know what we are being trained to do ...
to gun them down !
;:
( all them hungry kids )
///
THATS OUR WORLD YOU KNOW
THE ONE THAT WE ARE CERTAINLY
TOO POWERLESS TO CHANGE
WE SAY CONSTANTLY
KNOWING WE ARE FULL
OF ****
BUT WE SAY IT ANYWAY BECAUSE WE ARE SCARED
))
By the fires and campfire
Creating false stories to become false memories
To become a false religion about a false god
We sit and watch pure and total DOOM encircle the whole planet
and polute the whole universe
And befoul the very heart of the creation
And we accept it all so passively
But crying all the while
))
Me
I think we should all probably reconsider what should be our
Plans for a tomorrow
That is today seen as a begger limping in
With an an absolutely confused
Look on his face
!!!!
I really feel it's the HOUR
When the true and natural unity of
WE THE PEOPLE
assert the simple truth of love
And our unique sovereignty
As the PROTECTORS OF THE UNIVERSE
and the GUARDIANS OF ALL CHILDREN
instead on being the ones
Standing here before them
As they stagger
From the orphanages
And approach
The rich man's horde
::
Standing there
Ready to gun them down
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
A street is a sight to behold!
At first glance, you may disagree.
For, it seems so cacophonous and befoul,
One may prefer to flee.
But once you beat ignorance,
Then you begin to see,
That the sight that just seemed awful!
Is now filling you with sheer glee.
The noise starts to fade,
And a certain music ascends,
And all the traffic starts dancing
To the beats of some indiscernible band!
And while you are being awestruck
By this momentous encounter,
If you pause, you’ll again, realize
that the grandeur of this show
Is greater than what you see.
For it is “The grand show of the street”
And every denizen of or visitor to
The city has been a part of it.
Every one of them, including you.
It starts in the morning,
With performances from
Chirpy children, sonant hawkers,
The devotees, the walkers
And the other morning birds.
Then slowly the vehicles enter
Adding their own tunes and rhythm.
The show reaches its first peak, just before noon
Then it steady descends but just does not goes numb.
Then as the evening approaches,
The music again rises,
The dance intensifies.
And the glamour of lights, adds
To the splendor of the show
And then slowly the music descends to null,
And the city takes a bow.
But the show does not end here,
For, it never does.
As the lights go dim
And the night departs,
The street is ready
For the next part.
One can be a critique,
and complain,
That street is a sad place,
Full of pain and disdain.
Or one may become an admirer
Of the everlasting spree
And enjoy this pure bliss,
That being a part of this show is.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
If you'd stop
Feeling
So god ****** sorry
For yourself
You'd have nothin to
Feel sorry about
--
And your suffering
(Which is totally imaginary
Anyway)
Would cease
But -- then what?
--
You'd be free to act responsibly
Which is what you fear
---
So you "suffer" loudly
And become ugly
--
And befoul the world
With dead love
And it's agony
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
The dispiriting prison bar is now your frontier,
What left your character drowned in blood,
The environment draws you with fear,
Your living corpse plunge to the befoul scud.
The critics, the juries, virtually invisible enemies,
You need to hear their loathe in the darkness,
Around all these hopeless entities,
It's a woeful depiction of inferno.
They got knives of deception and treachery,
As you turn your back, they stab, you kneel,
Wish you die in a blink, yet torture gradually,
You have entirely deviated the vocation to heal.
Victims learn from mistakes,
You never did,
They will hurt you again for all sakes,
But then you realize you're stuck amid.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
))(( ))((
0-------- x -------0
O O
u
•
lightning !!!!!!
( the storm )
The night bleeds life thru tiny cracks and crevices
Leaking thru tenemented slum cities
Into the white world
•
We watch the bankers play the money game
Stating with fake numbers who shall rule and enslave
// //
We are merely rats somehow
We are hardly even mere spectators anymore
//::::://
Johnny at the bar with Mary the ***** !
•
Even love gotta be paid for !
/////
The rancid stench of decay
Poisoned attitudes befoul the very air
We try to breathe
And war like talk mars the remnants
Of our sensibilities
•
I love you / she said
•
I know what you mean
//////
The brittle fragile day / still
We gotta start all over again
••
From out the ashes !
Escape the ugly garden !
On the journey
Ameba to man !
///////
Get down !!!!!!
•
Life
Seeping thru the cracks and crevices of
Broken down bodies in the tenemented
Slum cities
Of the white world .......... We
Come to see the senseless Sensitivity
We bare
And we dare thusly to come awake
On a new day in a new world
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
I looked at what I'd done so far. I didn't know how to finish my drawing and, frankly, after observation, I didn't want to. Of course, I would finish it though. Oh yes, I would befoul my already horrid drawing. Instead of completing the line I was on currently, I drew upwards and scribbled through the entire thing. By this time, I was highly disappointed and annoyed. Yet again have I failed to create decent artwork. So now here I sit, mumbling incomplete thoughts and glaring at my ruined paper. I took it upon myself to tear up the retched thing and throw it away.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
A mountainous town
Lalitpur is a charming town among high mountains
the air is pure; no need to take a shower every day.
I was going there but, in Rome, I lost my passport
had to drive home to get a new one, which took
time and losing money.
Nepal is a small country often used as a tennis ball
by bigger countries in the region, for conflicts
killing thousands and condensing palaces to dust
covering mountains into a clock of sadness
Cry my lovely, I can only offer my understanding
when tourists evacuate on your sacred top
filling valleys with empty tunny tins, condoms and
the toilet papers flapping in the wind.
For tourists falling off cliffs, I only offer contempt
tourists that bestride and befoul a holy mountain.
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 9:31 AM UTC