"denigrate" poems
By: Cedric McClester
The first black president
Must have made one hell of an impression
On the man who followed him
Directly in succession
He seems to want to unravel
Whatever is at his discretion
In order to rob the legacy
Of the man whose name means blessing
He did his best to chase
Obamacare away
Without an adequate replacement
To make its absence okay
Now it’s gas emissions
Being lowered by the EPA
I guess fossil fuel behemoths
Are sadly here to stay
And on the international scene
The man has been a wreck
He left the Paris Climate Accord
And gives our allies no respect
Then ***** up to Vlad Putin
A man of greater intellect
And pulled out of the Iran Nuclear deal
To spite Obama I suspect
And when he can denigrate him
He never misses a chance
Much like a woman scorned
Caught in a bad romance
People are getting tired
Of this dismal dance
They can predict his moves
Four moves in advance
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
Sickened he was by her bad word choices, special need for
incongruous expressions,words spelled the way she likes,
blanks that can never be filled, invented quotes, fabricated realities,
thunderous **** repeated in intervals, as if each an inlaid jewel,
and then, having no fixed meaning for that favorite word of hers,
nothing more than an intention to denigrate ******
and women as a whole,
a subconscious compulsion, strangely included, her's also in it's ambit.
He understands her compulsion for such expression thus--
fulfillment of some innate need, an expression of her own worthlessness,
resulted from some grave injury of the mind that happened,
sometime early in her childhood, one could guess.
He took the decision to mark her "UNREAD" for ever
with deep anguish of course,after reading her many fine and sane pieces.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
You're progressive; and so you must denigrate
our triumphant victorious candidate.
Yes, you shot off your mouth.
Now you're trapped to the south
of the land where you promised to emigrate.
Before your resolve starts to stall,
you must heed the Canadian call.
Pack your bags and go forth
to your home in the north.
(or climb over that Mexican wall).
It's the END ! Now the Right will resurge,
and a new coalition emerge.
A Canadian rental
might help with your mental
well-being. We'll play you a dirge.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
Hot headed one eyed nerd,
walking blindly with the herd,
be aware, every time you croak the F-word,
cussing like an irritated toad,
you denigrate those moments on cloud nine,
you inch up the rainbow panting,
smearing all colors together;
the very moments you hanker for,
past every sunset
as if there is nothing else you can sanely think of,
till the ******
and your partner is the only one that exists,
in this whole wide world.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Your anonymous blog
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely pesuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
– Zumwalt (2011) (copied from www.zumpoems.com)
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 8:53 AM UTC
This nation is in Fool School
Taking all the classes
Taught by a clique of nearly
Brainless evil *****
Making up the facts, they do
Exactly what they're told.
They’re replacing our integrity
With lies they are sold.
Do you believe in equal rights
And children who are fed?
The monsters in charge all say
You’re crazy in the head.
You’re so in love with nonsense
You fill your empty heads
With play-pretend broadcasts
Of what the top cats said.
Did you want to go and vote?
Maybe, maybe not.
Possibly this next election time
Freedom's no longer hot.
These days things are changing.
It all depends on luck
And what the ruling class believes
And who spent enough bucks.
The Dean and faculty now
Of the current Fool School class
Doesn’t really give a ****
If we fall on our ***
They’ll take the country with us
And sell it to those who hate us
While the Dean always does his best
To openly denigrate us.
What kind of person is it who
Pays for his own execution;
Chooses those who caused the mess
Begs them for a solution,
Then whines about small things
While ignoring bombs and guns
That are about to blow the world apart
That's what Fool School has done.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
Don't waste perfectly good loneliness.
Don't waste it on the wrong person.
Don't even waste it on the right person.
Don't waste loneliness during the day,
When there are things to be done.
Don't waste it in dreams at twilight,
When there are dones to be thinged.
Don't waste loneliness at night
When your time should be your own
And could be filled with anything
Other than everything you're not.
Take your loneliness
And denigrate it.
Crumple it. Crush it.
Throw it in a blender.
An industrial oven.
Take it out
For a few drinks too many,
And a few more after that;
Lull it into a false sense of security
That congeals with its drunken state
To create a blinding dichotomy
Of vulnerability and arrogant invincibility,
So it suspects nothing
As you lead it
Down a dark alley
And beat it to death with a brick.
Have a too-close-to-call
Fight to the death
With your loneliness
In a public toilet,
With it almost getting
The better of you
Until you smash it
Teeth-first
Off of a porcelain
Sink basin,
Before dragging it
By the hair
To a cubicle,
Where you hold its head
Under the toilet water,
Long after its body stops convulsing.
Do what you can
To transmute
Your loneliness
Into solitude,
And wear it.
Inside-out.
Back to front.
Upside-down.
Right side up.
Wear solitude so well that
It ends up wearing you,
As its skin.
Use solitude to learn thyself.
To feel thyself.
To know thy changing self.
Let solitude remind you that
The existence of loneliness
Begets the existence of
The antithesis of loneliness.
So definitely don't waste
Perfectly good loneliness,
Especially if you're forgoing
Perfectly good hope.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
Another year to celebrate.
Another year to denigrate.
For all that may go wrong.
For songs I haven't sung.
How far could I have come since then
If sinful idleness became
The incarnate expression of
The man I should have been?
One less year to grow and thrive
One less year I must survive
Awaiting our decaying fall
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
chants from red states and blue
and of course the tea partied new
blend into wicked white noise
and with complete lack of poise
we have become a nation divided
not that we were ever truly united
but our rhetoric is now so blighted
that whenever we open our ears
we are inundated with feculent fears
that our country is no longer grand
perhaps we were never number one...
except in matters of money and the gun
but when measured by the yardstick of the soul
did we ever really achieve a transcendent goal
or were we listening to our own lyrical lies?
‘twas not enough to denigrate
-those of foreign birth
-those of color
and the welfare ingrate
now we all chew and spew equal portions of hate
and probably deserve our feckless fate
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
and now, most dignified Gentlemen
and most cultured Ladies -
it is time to turn our attention
to loftier matters, to speak of the spirit
rather than of mundane concerns and
to be stuck in unimaginative and non-inspiring
habits;
and so we turn our attention to the spirits
to the spiritual
to such high matters
to things that lift us above time and our bodies
and such points in reality and frail flesh
that binds us and make little of us;
but the spirit, most sane Sirs,
elevates us;
the spirit, most elegant Ladies,
liberates us;
and so we begin
with bottle in hand, in deed
(look, every religion has its symbols);
and through several drops of this holy water
(several gulps will hasten the magic and miracle)
we are indeed hand in hand with
the Spirit of all spirits
for what matters it if you hold or invoke
gin, *** tequila, ***** or whisky
whatever it is that one lifts
one is lifted by
and that One one lifts is the Grand Spirit…
and you see transformations occur,
the mind is released from the mundane and the pedestrian
and the ordinary;
and one may see light, there is a sense of lightness
and those who may be touched by the Grand Spirit
may actually levitate
and one has visions and ecstasies
all through the spirit,
most Spiritual Sirs
most Lofty Ladies…
and mock not this religion of spirits
for have not masses of humanity all through History
done the same in the name of religion?
Does not humanity do all of the same with
the Great Spirit they call God and
do not they too have visions and ecstasies
and feel the spirit move them and
are always aiming High?
Their senses and wits dulled
but their spirits going on high?
Drunk on high
with words, words, words...
And are they not in their true religion
moved by God and have such grand visions?
and will you then -
O ye vipers!
Ye hypocrites! -
mock the spirit
when you will
sanction and approve and dance
in the midst of those who drink religion?
will you denigrate your brothers
and sisters
in the spirit?
Oh, you who are drunk and revel in the name of God
and holy books and repeated words
will you judge those drunk in the name of the spirit
and radiant revelations that come to them
when they are moved by the spirit?
Judge not, ye hypocrites!
Judge not, lest ye be judged!
And so we end this sermon in amicable spirit,
in unity, in spiritual oneness
between
those who drink of the high of religion
and those who drink of the spirit we have spoken of
Go ye forth hand in hand then
as siblings
for ye that worship in the name of religion
and ye that have ecstasy in your own holy bottled spirit
ye are but brothers and sisters
moved by the One Spirit…
Go ye forth together, go in ecstasy, go high…
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC
i don't mean to encumber you.
or devalue, diminish, degrade, debase, reduce, demean, humble, lower, cheapen, burden, saddle, inconvenience, ****** hinder, cramp, denigrate, belittle, deride, depreciate you, or shoot you full of holes.
it's genuinely not my intent.
i just really need you to go down with me
in flames
right now.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
I've not been content with the empty spaces
Let alone appreciated them
Greedy to fill them with my own thoughts
My own dreams, my own desires, my own need
My, my, my, my
Never once thinking that the void is infinite
Offers nothing, consumes all
Could care less about my, my, my, my
Let alone my inability to appreciate them
I seek to fill them to sate my own narcissism
To work a fine piece of alchemy
Upon a golem
A frightening, lifeless husk of flesh and bones
Perfectly content with it's station
The last thing in the world it needs
Is me for a soul
A new life, a new purpose
A real "yes man"
Elemental body eternal, regenerated with time and coincidence
Spirit trapped within, room to spare
The perfect companion, yet still I am unsatisfied
If only I could turn the tables
Denigrate the good times
For their rarity
Perhaps make peace with the boredom
I would be glad to sacrifice
All this insignificance I've collected throughout the years
Place it in perfect perspective
Stand back and take in the beauty
Of how nothing in this world is mine
Except, perhaps, nothing at all
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 4:44 AM UTC
I spend most of my time wondering when I'm gonna get the guts to actually be the person that I pretend to be.
How can I forget the past six years?
The past 6 months?
How can I let the examples of my failures sit entombed in my impeccable photographic memory?
How can I let myself be my own biggest critic?
But the real question is... When will they all realize that I'm a fraud?
I've always known that I'm not brave enough to truly stand up to myself.
But how can I convince myself that maybe I can turn myself into a fraud of a fraud?
Maybe I can denigrate my own negations...
I'm going to turn the tables on my own demons.
I will triumph over their triumph.
I am a fraud of my own fraud.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
denial seems to be our specialty
blinding ourselves from what we even could have loved
in honor to the essence of reality
we follow whatever convenience seems right
a come back or a fall down are too similar
same monster just another mask
denigration is just another vice
we judge so we can fill our empty sorrow
to pass the pain away
like anestesia for our sorrow
we denigrate the ones who fulfilled our mandate
we dishonor the ones who are not ashamed
deep inside we wish we would be like them
but they made it
and we are restrained
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
I am not strong
But no one must know
Weakness I must never show
I must be rock
I must be stone
Any time I'm not alone
Is that emotion?
Did you just feel?
Cover up
Conceal
Conceal
Leave no signs
Leave no trace
Stony, vacant, deadpan face
Don't bring a jacket
You feel no cold
You feel nothing
You are stone
You're not afraid or insecure
Save that for when you're alone
Until you shut your bedroom door
You are stone, you are stone
Skin will tear
And hearts will break
And even human bone
I'm not allowed to be that weak
So I must become stone
Strike me
Kick me
Denigrate me
This much I will condone
Despite all your best efforts
You cannot injure stone
Strong I'm not
But I won't tell
I'll never let it show
Someone might misunderstand
And think I'm flesh and bone
They may think I'm a person
But I'm not
I'm only stone
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
Ex-KGB agent
Vladimir Putin knows a great deal
About spying and gathering info
And making a person talk--or squeal.
The FBI, CIA,
And NSA have found a connection
Between Putin and a campaign
To alter the results of our election.
To denigrate Hillary Clinton
Was one of the hackers' primary goals.
By hacking into email accounts
And--with the help of Internet trolls--
Amplifying false reports,
Putin's hackers aimed to block
Clinton's chances of being president.
That they did it is no shock.
At altering Russia's election results,
Putin's expertise is shining.
Anyone who criticizes
The tyrant is worth undermining.
Consequently, Clinton became
The target of Putin's wrath.
A little manipulation and we
Are now seeing the aftermath.
Trump, instead of feeling outrage,
Was really more concerned about who's
Responsible for having leaked
Some of the info to NBC News!
The fact that Russia tampered with
Our election doesn't faze him.
What interests him is vengeance against
Anyone who doesn't praise him.
- by Bob B (1-7-16)
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
A cloud of despair
A puff of hope
Every chance of redemption
Is but a screen of smoke
Behind the façade
Lurk arcane deals and shameless lies
Leave only the what ifs
And the wonder whys
Deception, despair
Who really cares
Propagating the notion
That life should be fair
We've built a world
Where flesh is king
We must fill the king's coffers
With new, shiny things
We give money our worship
And fame our praise
We denigrate morality
And nurture the depraved
With ignorant audacity
We declare ourselves wise
Birthing debauchery and malevolance
As innocent blood cries
In the name of self-actualization
We reject a Holy God
Encouraging moral departure
With a wink and a nod
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
dont denigrate the naysayer
for saying what he sees
while you may not believe your eyes
belief is not to be believed
nothing real needs proving
but everything real can be
there is no need for blind devotion
when with your eyes open you simply see
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
I can’t stand you.
I just want to
Reprimand you.
I just want to
******* brand you.
You must hate me.
You just want to
Denigrate me.
I want you to
Masticate me.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
Through an all consuming
ever looming
self-entombing
slow death march
they slogged along
growing strong
by right of wrong
through hate
they berate conflate inflate implicate in a quest to initiate
all those withering Souls
who follow
without reason
behind those bent
who's Soul intent.. is eradication invalidation
so that even those
who avert their eyes
from this aberration
Still follow
one step one stone
one more who does condone believing
somehow time will allow
the ability to atone
to take back
what they already own
And yet ...
by division indecision miscreant dreams seen through aberrant visions
painted on
the nonexistent headstones
Of those
deemed Unworthy of condolence
When the heavy hand of Injustice Whispers you can trust us
"listen not to the neurosyphilitic rot that the weak-minded speak
for We Are The Chosen
The American creed
the annointed Anglo breed
who have fought hard
with righteousness
Appointed
to achieve
the America that God intended
as HIS emissaries
we are the righteously pure ordained Warriors
as WE now take..
possession
of our pure white Nation
our building Stone
to create anew
that
which is to be the new state !"
Oh you fools !
you withering Souls
YOU who slogged along
through the swamps of intolerance toward a place ..you thought
you would belong
Unfortunately forgot
to anticipate
That the haters
will always need someone
to berate denigrate and to Hate !
So ...who are you again ?
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
It used to be you and me
Separately, distinctively
Distinguished from others
More than sisters and brothers
More than fathers and mothers
A family of our own
Two of us alone
Facing a world ready
To tear us apart
Separate us
Denigrate us
For loving each other
Choosing one another
instead of acquiescing,
Bowing and scraping
To the rules laid out
By those with the clout
To call us names and scorn
Try to deny we were born
As the people we are.
But, it turns out, so far
We are stronger
And out love lasts longer
From when we had begun
Than those who feel none.
As our love moves along
We have become twice as strong.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
The pen and the paper;
Like a pensieve for my memories,
So I can ponder them later.
For the thoughtful and the pensive,
For minds fraught full of traps and defences.
I pour my heart and soul into these lines,
With no goal except to make art that’s sublime.
I fiddle with rhythm with methodical precision,
I riddle your mind and meddle with it,
Like your doctor’s prescription.
All I want is for you to listen,
To digest my thoughts, to make an acquisition.
Reject it, hate it if you must,
Denigrate it, fulfil your bloodlust!
But, I implore you, do not ignore it.
Explore my mind forevermore if you wish,
Or store it for another day if you plan on giving it a miss.
Just acknowledge this:
I don’t want to be a poet who dies in obscurity.
I want to reach out now, to taste of human unity.
I don’t want to just die for what I stand for;
I want to live, so give me an encore.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC