"discourteous" poems
I'd last about an hour as a clerk inside a store
invariably I'd shoot my mouth off
about someone's daughter dressing like a *****
or making comments about the dreadful things consumed
which would include a good 99% of the people in the room
I'd eventually end up getting my lights punched out
after ********* someone as a fat *** undiscerning lout
or cracking some aside regarding what comprises that crud
and making faces of revulsion "you'd be better off eating mud"
ewwwww, you really eat that stuff?
this store should be sued for selling such bluff
children with diabetes, a third of adults obese
the courtesy clerk dies a little for lack of surcease
line after line of vapid consumers
mindless knee-jerk impetuosity belay the rumors
what's an adulterant, what's a filler?
propylene glycol alginate, yum yum
sorbitan mono sterate, shut up and eat it, its fun!
I can't even pronounce it, much less do I care
need I be a scientist to enjoyably savor fare
Go ahead and poison yourself
the quirky clerk exclaimed
its ever so clear you're stupid and lame
stay mired in your pig-headed muck of ignorance
you're exactly what they want
another brain dead consumer
a regular culinary savant
stuff your face with no remorse nor heed
no worries, the clerk of little courtesy knows your need
he'll limply wheel out your cart of miserable choices for you
and wise-crack some snarky rejoinder
then promptly get beaten, black and blue
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
*I wrapped your cracks in my bleeding heart...
you're welcome*
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
There is a brisk discountenance
in an angry Mother's Moon
for their bespoke Sons onwards,
they snap their beaks,
pea size humanity,
resurface buried adrenaline
from hockey days,
inwardly angry at their profligate fertility.
Its enough to de merit the spirit,
then store
a prosaic promise
that when older
their *** is marked for attention,
a discourteous tail chasing.
A mark of a indoctrinated Son.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
The Sun is dire and bites His sandy teeth
Into the burnt and the discourteous.
If you forget to tell us that you've sneezed
The devil will devour you in hell.
The sky is but a face that hides His shame,
In burqas made of promises and cloud.
If you or I were one day to awake
Our blood might chill at all the mocking air.
The desert kindly tucks its child to bed
And never mind the fact of naked bones.
If mystery's the reason for my life,
The One who writes it gives some dreadful clues.
See, any spectral hand who wants for care
Is something for which something must be done.
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
A school in a village without any pastel –
Divine Child which never cares for riel
Strives for excellence. Does propel
The children upwards and rebel
Against injustice gigantic or sea shell;
Strives to let its stars and carvings excel
With the artistic hands of its roselle.
All play ups and disobeys did she quell
For all discourteous and insolent is knell.
Insurgencies and Illiteracy repel
As soon as they hear Divine’s yell.
She made IAS, engineer and Laurel
Who are shining brightly in parallel.
The capacity to write is more in noel
As during Christmas less is evil’s spell
And more golly and blimey impel.
She is still like a nice damoiselle
Not touched by corruption or rebel.
This is pond. In it many a Raphael
Have drowned to break a cell
From which brains emerged like sail
Which drove young minds to foretell
Their future. With Anandi ma’am’s spell
She still does prosper, flourish and excel.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Contempt of court –
The legal term for a charge
Levelled against those who dare
Those whose emotions and criticisms are laid bare
In front of judge and jury.
Contempt of court
Is when one is disobedient, or discourteous,
In the face of a system which is injurious;
It is the charge
That snaps one’s knees into bending,
That makes your dignity cave
And one’s case never-ending.
To oppose or defy the authority of the courts
Is viewed as improper, an act
That will have you prosecuted by your own cohorts.
Fellow human beings
Tasked with the imprisonment of another
Brother turning on brother
As the wheels of justice turn and grind,
Leaving trails of lost lives behind.
Contempt of court
Is a feeling I find difficult to abort –
How can I respect an institution
That is responsible for the destitution
Of societal morality?
It is the court’s stated responsibility
To maintain order and propagate
Fairness and equality for all,
To scrutinise and investigate
Not just crimes committed
By men and women struggling to make ends meet,
Putting their heads together so they can eat,
But those
Who hide behind banks and get to foreclose
Not just our homes but also, our dreams and hopes.
If you want me to respect the court,
I want the court to enforce laws justly.
If you want me to respect the authorities,
I want the authorities to stop lying to us so abruptly.
If we are to have authorities and laws
I want sensible, sustainable laws, to be upheld everywhere
Not to be iron-fisted with some,
A velvet glove with another.
If I ever see
A banker sentenced to jail
My respect for the court I shall hail;
If I ever see
A politician swallowing his lies,
Forced to live like us, and realise
The extent of the damage that they wreaked
If I ever see
An abusive or corrupt judge
On the other side of the gallows,
Locked up and told when to exist like a drudge
Then
Only then
Will I shed this contempt
Only then
Will I be content.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
Unrelenting discourteous guide.
Wheres my choice, is this my life?
Who controls and who obeys?
Who wears the strings, writes the play?
Selfish unholy shadow of mine,
one step behind, silent stare.
Creating havoc in your wake,
of me, of me, the fool you make.
Painful treacherous path that leads,
astray to trails I can't survive.
Does it make you happy, gleeful sin.
Does it let you feel, do you win?
Perfect desperate traitor you see,
the way you make me stumble and stray.
A little more, just for a while,
I'll let you revel in your guile.
[Just keeping going...]
on and on,
on and on,
on and on and on and on...
[but then it ends.]
Lonely miserable stranger of mine,
lost in your own struggle to be.
You've written me out, forever gone.
Not you, alone, on and on.
Apr 15, 2011
Apr 15, 2011 at 2:42 AM UTC
The world is filled with
True ignorant ones
They believe knowledge fills their cup
They are quite discourteous and rude
They doth protest too much
They love hatred and can't get enough
They must prove their level of lewd
Their hearts are filled with spite
Hate is quite likely their best friend
Words from their mouths are unimaginative and trite
Friends who will be loyal don't want to be with them
Yet, still I will pray for them
Though it may be too late!
Only God has the answer
For those stuck in this state
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
Reach toward her
the little one
there in your hurts and fears
Look toward her, not away
You take your soldier to war
guardian at the perimeter
with the rationale of defence
yet she is bereft
Look toward him
the little one
tucked underneath the carapace
hidden from your tender heart
You are discourteous in attack
blind to empathy
righteous in argument and in thesis
yet none are healed or reassured
Look inward soldier
to the little one
his fear has become your fear
Look inward soldier
to the little one
her fear has become your fear
The child within is not yet comforted
MChallis © 2014
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Tis, an age of knightly lore,
of greasy and grizzled
wealthy nobles
that seem to signal
some sick cycle
of destruction
that they are
desirous for.
Battle born ballistic,
armament physics
of pain causing missions,
missing all mercy
because of their
Machiavelli
machinations;
Mud slickened and sweaty
armor wearing
super smelly
fellowship of fools,
discourteous tools
who ravage
and pillage
poor peasants.
Inflamed by such infractions
I chafe under the yoke
of violence and oppression,
whilst searching other actions
for the slightest scent or sight of
of human decency,
but hope is less then
a liminal sensation,
and there seems to be
no cessation of
humanity’s violent tendencies
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Light's like an unruly child
flouting the rules of darkness
always playing to win
discourteous to walls
cocky when surrounded
derisive when oppressed
impertinently breaking in
opportunistic when cracks show
fearless when choked
irreverent when fenced in
flippant when hidden
cheeky when scalded
a brazen brat!
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC