"deprecated" poems
face plasters the wall a long boring walk i’ve seen three figures turned into the pavement perforated in memory dismal dysfunctional riding the hour hand crumbles into rust waving without a head layer cake wonder if she ever finished that english degree filling wonder if she went back to darwin filling catching a bus filling sitting with her legs crossed out filling eyes glossed into the crossing filling lines running into her pigments filling think i saw four strangers living together inside the head of my dead father didn’t attend his own funeral didn’t catch his own mouth didn’t measure the etch so his ashes formed back into themselves lost in the sleeves of a book tying a knot through his guts wading through waves of deprecated language without an end in sight
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Trident constellations of bird fleet in air
radiant faces of ardent youth screaming
yesteryear's cult revolt back in play
rights of citizens rebuked by foul plays
of government and corrupt politicians
persistent provocation of unorthodox
Gazing into an empty sky, I sit
listening to the laments of the sea
predicting the yet to come pestilence
and paying no heed to existing famine
derailed and deprecated humanity
leaving the society in a morbid silence
Unknown dialects speak
of a phenomenal widespread consternation
within the ugly facade
and beneath the false amicableness
lies an insidious spirit of denial
defiance is what you need to survive.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
(by Bruce Bawer)
In Sønderberg the other day
A teenage girl used pepper spray
To rout a randy “refugee”
From somewhere far across the sea
Who threw down and molested her.
The cops arrested her.
As part of a jihadist plot,
A brute assailant took a shot
At a fine Copenhagen man
Who'd deprecated the Quran.
When the brave soul who'd nearly died
Then publicly identified
The **** who'd tried to **** him, he
Was charged with grave delinquency:
Breaching privacy.
In Mölndal, a Somali teen
Plunged a long blade into the spleen
Of a young Swedish altruist
Who'd yearned to do one thing: assist.
The land's top cop went on TV
And trumpeted his sympathy.
For the poor girl who'd lost her life?
No. For the kid with the knife.
At one time it was understood
That a devotion to the good
Didn't mean one should be blind
To evil, or pretend to find
Some virtue in sheer villainy.
To see what isn't there to see
Is not a sign of rectitude.
To point out evil isn't rude;
To fight it is good.
You can't, however hard you try,
Mistake for a speck in the eye
A loaded *** in the hands
Of some rough beast from foreign sands
Intent on taking out a child.
You'll win no points for being mild
To members of a desert creed
That seeks to make the heathen bleed
And preaches that the kind and meek
Are contemptibly weak.
Christ said to turn the other cheek.
But what if it's not just your cheek?
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
Dear John
Please
Forgive
Me
For
Choosing
FAITH
And Building
A Stone House
Out of
The Boulder
You Threw
At
Your Brethren
Magdelene
Even More
Than Barnabus
Your
Love As Me
Friendship
Has been
Water
Into Wine
Miracle...
Deflowered
Sharing
Deprecated
Caring
World
Without
End
Listening
Rosary
Hollywood Ending
Shhhhhhhhhhj!!!!!!!
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
00
<•>
( )
Gone
Swiftly darkness comes
Gone
••
Created
By the whim of a
Polluted mind
•
Gone
••
Walking deep streets
Hearing the crying
Joining in with the crime
••
The cathedral hour
We lie in poisoned bed
Thinking this new lover
Can **** the last one
From our head !
•
****** the streets of war
Seem normal to us
••
****** as the **** and *****
****** as we are
••
The gentle river
Remains
Polluted
As the truth
Feared and deprecated
And deplored
••
Gods of government
Gods of lust and greed
Worshiping power
On **** - ******* knees
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
*Ages ago, story of a girl
Dejected for what she looked
Thinking just fair and beautiful
Had rights to glory booked
Did not realize that beauty
Lies in the eyes of beholder
Always self deprecated
Life felt like a boulder
A breakthrough insight
Blind to the imminent change
Discerned beauty is not just looks
It's in wielding ones skill range
Dawn of this realization
Broke her sealed senses
Now she is her own favorite
Exploring life beyond fences*
Bharti
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
A PLACE
We
lived
in a society where
false
is welcomed.
And
Where people
flee from
the
real.
A society
where truth
is enslaved
while deceit reign.
A world where
sages are referred
as mad.
And foolery
rule. An
environment
where love's
deprecated while
lust is summoned.
A place
where caring
is manipulated
as envy.
We lived in a
world where
peace is gradually becoming history,
making same
mistakes as ancestry.
But my dreams
is of a place where there'd be a
new world on planet earth, even
before the
very end of time.
A place as
peaceful as
Heavenly
where equality
lives among
mankind. When superiority or
inferiority is
mummified.
A world where
love will be only language we
all speak and comprehend.
#c9_fm
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
Hope enticed inquisition I need to
praise kudos to such foundations
kneeling on my head upside down
I wish she never fell down the stairs
could have stayed accord within
such beauty a free spirit she
was my other half. I miss her kteer.
and feel like I want to still the moon
in hopeful delight the biggest bear
hug around her chest. I loved her so
much my sleeve drenched in
emptiness. i swore on the bible more
than once if she ever left I would ****
honestly honorably cross my heart in
shame i haven't been the same man
she deserved not broken Windows
from bruised eyes jammed her head
up against the wall and missed
crashing on glass running through
the house into the bathroom
drowned her hair in the tub dumb
blond ***** mother father spanked
stupid out of my life lonely stranger left
never told me how she felt about her
son before she was gone with the wind
I've fit pieces of the past cracked shattered peacing together
the reckless child blamed himself for the arrest unrested the rest
of his strife debilitated in blessedfull unloved loved bliss forfeited
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
When the sun sets a few hours later
When your garden blossoms in sun
That's when you know
The season of loss has finally come
Prolonged by the body's resistance
Sunglasses slide and prove tears
You lost someone during winterfall
Now spring-cleaning throws you out
To newborn raincrumbs
In theory,
spring is but a transition between snow and beach
A deprecated definition without any shade
For us romantics, it was never so vague
But a cool-aired love story
That ended in May
I can't tell you I loved you, or that it was important in my life
I was broken and sentenced to leave before April was done
But two years later, I find myself in a state of certainty
Spring is here
And it's wiped me dry
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC