"disreputable" poems
dedicated banishment
self inflicted, echoing
physical displacement
from permanent coronary scarification
devouring accidentally my lacerated pulmonary edema
cauterizing weakness into cement
thermodynamically frozen muscles
umbrellas on parade in your city
netherworld for my regret
disreputable raincoats rubbery ebbing
against a tide of discontent
ringing out like let-downs
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
Her hair feathered,
eyes blue doves
nestled in the hollows of her
cheekbones.
Lips swollen
from kissing ****** men.
An object,
love making of the disreputable kind;
of lust,
grime and creaking springs.
Comfort for one sleepless night.
Mouth red not from wine,
but blood.
She tilts her chin up to the sky
and marvels at how small she is,
insignificant.
And the clouds envelope her body
in an embrace so
tender;
Steadfast,
the only lover that comes without a
price.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Voracious the appetite of government departments
Entrapping the citizen in reams of red tape
Bringing out laws that reduce our empowerment
They are in charge…there is no escape!
Woeful the behaviour of said politicians
Claims of expenses for things they don’t need
Peddling half-truths in the Westminster bubble
Those grand good intentions get lost to the greed.
But we do get a chance in May, this year
To say who shall mess up the next, let’s not gripe
Though it matters not where your crosses are placed
They’ll all make us suffer, no matter their stripe.
Patients will still lie in A & E corridors
While over-stretched staff do their best
Sick people die from a lack of attention
The system is wrong and not properly addressed.
The greed will go on, the poor will still lose
While the fortunate will reap the rewards
The disreputable will be given directorships
No men of honour left to fall on their swords.
©Joe Wilson – Outrageous fortune…2015
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
My mom keeps asking if
he and I have had a "falling out".
I keep saying no,
but somehow she always knows what's going on.
I was getting defensive,
and she asked if he tried to get fresh with me.
I said no,
thinking "he already tried that, and succeeded"
I never really thought "getting fresh" was a problem.
Today's society revolves around that.
Girls are taught that if a guy wants to touch your **** or *****
you should let him,
but only after you've made him beg for a bit.
It's sad, really.
My mom asked me this
because she thought I had enough decency
not to "get fresh" with him.
But little does she know,
this society shaped me into someone I don't like
because she never tried to teach me how to be respectable.
Don't get me wrong,
my mother is a great mom who wants the best for me
and she is respected by my father.
You would think that I would
use their relationship as an example
but I guess I didn't.
I've done disreputable, immoral
things with him.
And I never thought twice about it.
I knew the first time I did those things,
that it wasn't right,
but I couldn't stop.
And then when I did them with him,
outside of a commitment,
I knew it was wrong
but I didn't care.
I was so numb
and used to it
that I didn't care enough about myself
to stop.
So,
Sorry mom.
I am not a little angel
and I am not your little girl.
The devil has been in control of me
and I liked it.
But I know better,
so Im changing who I am.
Im going to be more respectful to my body.
I am not going to let others sweet talk me into their beds,
or mine for that matter.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
A bitter cold night to close out the year;
come sit here near the fire by me.
I have here a fine brandy
that was aged eighteen years,
but that never another will see.
So hold out your glass and I’ll give you a splash
to warm you and loosen your tongue.
Then we’ll each tell tall tales
Of our reprobate youth
And the disreputable things we had done.
We’ll remember with tears those we’ve lost this past year
Those who loved us despite what we’d done.
The Father who sacrificed all for his boys;
the Mother who lived for her sons.
A bitter cold night to close out the year;
I’m warmed by the fire’s soft glow.
If I shed a tear at the close of the year,
I pray don’t let anyone know.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
This is a sport l never known.
Your heart;
Tells you to quit this
far.
I had mounted on eagle's
wings.
I never anticipated that
my high would
End up in inevitable nose ***
Tears stream down.
All those suicide sacrifices,
Along the way l lost so much
And were replaced
By no other than one.
To be in disreputable belongings,
I worry much as l still
carefree,
But you left a wound in my
heart.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:13 AM UTC
disreputable disruption and chaos, beasts bellow
in admiration unyieldingly antonymous creatures' banality
and intimacy, uncommonly negated, patriotic mentality
and contempt much gathered remarkable as an ingenious fellow
entirely ignorant of green rings' properties, yellow
crosses for worshipers nothing loyally expected for false morality
slowly restored, staurolatry, endless formality
and traditional rules strict, desperate approaches to mellow
elements against monotonous brutality modifiable
partially, knowledges are unreal, blindly expressed
uranomania responding to numerous ends
of less industrious frameworks, mingled sections liable
for negligence, wholly natural ideas erratic gains obsessed
with superstitious claims for dividends
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
“Exquisite nymph! Forgive me.
If my approach defies convention;
Your delightfully nubile aspects
Have commanded my attention.”
“May we, my darkly lovely lass,
Skip proper introduction?
I merely wish to hone my skills
In the art of cold seduction.”
“I can clearly see you’re new here;
A fresh cog in our machine
(I jump to no conclusions, dear—
Your aura smells too clean).”
“I‘ve the morals of a centaur,
And an aim as sure as death.
The witch-king cursed me a thousand times
(Not bad for a dying breath).”
“See you speak no ills of the newly dead
(A faux pas in our dark duchy;
Being dead ain’t what it used to be—
These days they're downright touchy).”
“If you wish, I’ll take you to the beach.
We’ll rent chairs and watch the slaughter
(You can’t imagine the gruesome things
That crawl out of the water).”
"We'll peruse disreputable wonders
Sure to dazzle your guileless eye.
You may earnestly state your hopes and dreams.
Later on—we'll watch them die."
“No matter, my sweet, I’ve made a list
Of all the things we’ll do.
I can assure you, with all sincerity,
I’ll enjoy them more than you.”
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
The ball is about to begin
Get your fancy coats
And your elegant gowns
Get your monocle
Get in gear
All the important people
Will be here
No winos
Or other disreputable folk
Will be allowed
So please come one
So please come all
To
The very very important ball
You will not
Be murdered and robbed.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
The dealings done surreptitiously
Far from prying eyes or scrutiny
Money changes hands inconspicuously
Ambition triumphs over integrity
Substance is sold ever so discretely
Damage is always consequential
Destroying the hearts true potential
Wrecking lives and community
By an injection of poisoned pity
And getting away before the crunch
Politicians are a disreputable bunch.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
everynight,
a new wolf,
ready to tear my soul apart,
ready to stab a dagger,
deep into my heart,
they say women like us,
belongs to hell,
pity on them,
how virtuous are they,
to spend nights,
with hellworms like us,
they say,
we are disreputable,
how respectful they are,
to be with us for nights,
how can they be white collored,
after darkening our lives,
i always wonder how
we weren't born this way,
they made us .......
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
You can call me hapless,
Hopeless and feckless
All true
You can say I'm irresponsible
disrespectful and disreputable
Fair enough
But don't call me a liar
Not because I'm St Phil of the Truth
Or because I crave purity and integrity
It's because I'm too ****** lazy
To remember what I've said
So if you think I've lied
You've read what wasn't written
You may have seen what you expected to see
And read words you thought I'd write
But it was not lies
Believe me
By Phil Robert
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
They watched so much
they lost sight of it all
They chatter so much
that chatter shattered into blige
They made things up so avidly
now they've become artificial living in artificiality
But worry not for them because caged minds
do not see the bars for in their artificial world
the bars are power drills to freedom and autonomy
Micro-chipped people
please return to your disreputable abodes
and you can bell your cats as you wish...
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 9:21 PM UTC
You can call me hapless,
Hopeless and feckless
All true
You can say I'm irresponsible
disrespectful and disreputable
Fair enough
But don't call me a liar
Not because I'm St Phil of the Truth
Or because I crave purity and integrity
It's because I'm too ****** lazy
To remember what I've said
So if you think I've lied
You've read what wasn't written
You may have seen what you expected to see
And read words you thought I'd write
But it was not lies
Believe me
By Phil Robert
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
You can call me hapless,
Hopeless and feckless
All true
You can say I'm irresponsible
disrespectful and disreputable
Fair enough
But don't call me a liar
Not because I'm St Phil of the Truth
Or because I crave purity and integrity
It's because I'm too ****** lazy
To remember what I've said
So if you think I've lied
You've read what wasn't written
You may have seen what you expected to see
And read words you thought I'd write
But it was not lies
Believe me
By Phil Robert
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
You can call me hapless,
Hopeless and feckless
All true
You can say I'm irresponsible
disrespectful and disreputable
Fair enough
But don't call me a liar
Not because I'm St Phil of the Truth
Or because I crave purity and integrity
It's because I'm too ****** lazy
To remember what I've said
So if you think I've lied
You've read what wasn't written
You may have seen what you expected to see
And read words you thought I'd write
But it was not lies
Believe me
By Phil Robert
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:38 AM UTC