"flouted" poems
A man is only half of what he is; always leaning towards the dim
Lacking a flouted need which whorls in the mute within him
A man bigots an ideal and will lark it away at the hold of his routed pith
A smile is not worthwhile if the smile does not have anything to receive or to give
A man is skyless; bound to his back with his dreams fixed on a rapture
He gorges upon tasteless feasts gasping for that sup he hungers to recapture
He does not know nor recall the times that did once befall
Of the lossless suffers and how they ever meant anything at all
He will become the most that he can ever endeavour
Be the creature he needs to be and whichever
Way it may engross him and how it moulds or claims him
It will be still him but leaning not so far in the dim
He would be a whole man who would give himself wholly
Who would be more and only more to her and her solely
His full heart would be tendered for it would not be his own
If it was still partial of the heart that had since budded and grown
A man would be raised and the sky would be without border
A bliss amid clouds where the undiscerning muddle finds order
There would be a sense to the road an approach to the wander
A reason for all a kiss a need to ponder no longer
There would be such rise in his depth and a contest behind bit teeth
To fight for the purposed kiss to hold her and keep her from grief
To offer her all embrace not too tense and not too slack
For her to breathe is to breathe; now half new he would never give it back
To be back upon his back with eyes busy to the sky
His bones broken as her feet glide indifferently by
Over his stare among cloud where she impelled his descent
He’d lay fallen and broken beaten and bent
If Half a man became whole does a whole man not become naught?
If he fights for a dearest never afore dreamt dream then what is left to be fought?
Was it his minds misgivings that would lead to such a trite giving reliving to doubt?
That surfaced more than he knew; the intended whisper instead a floundering shout?
Would it have been his heart that threw him from his felicity?
Could his relish overwhelm and mutate into potent toxicity?
Could it be fact that without thought nor without tact he impelled her?
Either overthought or over loved he would have fallen the hardest and he would not rise
No he would not rise anymore
If there ever was such a man and ever such a she
He would have her for as long as that may be
Her greatest gift is after saying all this to you
Is that after knowing all that you could you would feel the same way too.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
Two Syrian women on Friday were locked in a cage full of skeletons in punishment for violating Daesh’s strict dress code in the militant group’s stronghold of Raqqa.
The London-based Observatory for Human Rights said one of the women fainted in the cage and had to be transported to one of the hospitals in the northern province, which became Daesh’s headquarters in Syria after the group took the city in 2013.
A spokesman for the local-based activist group “Raqqa is being Slaughtered Silently” also reported Daesh’ latest scare tactic against women found to have flouted the draconian rules.
Daesh recently locked a 19-year old woman in a cage full of skeletons, driving her to the point of madness, according to Mohammed Al-Salih. The spokesman did not specify whether the incident was the same as the one reported by the UK-based monitor.
Salih also said that there were “similar cases of women locked in cages with skeletons or forced to sleep overnight in a cemetery” for not wearing what Daesh deems as appropriate. More serious violations are punished by the amputation of limbs, or execution.
Video reports as well as accounts of escapees show that Daesh forces women living in its areas — whether in Syria or Iraq — to don head-to-toe garbs.
Meanwhile, the Observatory said Daesh has recently stormed homes in Raqqa and arrested 10 men suspected of spying against the group.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
I'm fabled not to be a ******
Accused of being a *******
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting under nor of getting on top.
I'm fabled not to be a ******
Flouted of losing it in Agra.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting inside a hotel nor to the bed.
I'm fabled not to be a ******
Sentenced not being chaste.
But I don't have any memory,
Neither of getting loved in bed nor of making it.
So I guess that I am as good as a ******
At least mentally.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
A hatred fiend,
Playacting a votary
Of democracy and federalism
To a gluttonous end,
“Unless we grip
The rein of power
Driving a divisive wedge
Along religious and
Ethnic lines, also
Orchestrating terror
Every hour,
See to every evil
We shall
Till the wind of change
Blowing over the nation
Suffers reversal.”
“On the world-acclaimed
Change drive
We shall inflict
Every possible harm
So that flouted it runs
Out of charm!
Using a Facebook army
On par with Tsunami
We shall trigger
And foment conflicts
And make
This and that ethnic groups
Arch enemy.
Slaying toddlers,
Senior citizens
And women, with
The bun in the oven,
Shock we shall
Create often!”
"Also with
'We are victims' clamor
Seeking for a stalemate,
Global-pity a door
We intend to continue
A victor.
To deflect attention
From a government-junta
Crackdown
To neighboring country’s town
Firing rockets far
Dragging it into war
We shall internationalize
The fight
Conveying our diabolic move
Is right!
Though unheard of in history
We shall splice
In unholy marriage
With any enemy
Of the country.
Also from its back
The national defense force,
Guarding the boundary
And us
Its forehead
In the crosshair mark,
Revoltingly
We shall attack!
Though this makes us
Selfish, our ethnic
Groups we shall use
As a human shield
A daunting influence
On citizens-cherishing
Government to wield."////
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 8:07 AM UTC
Adam and Eve flouted
God,
Sensual Pleasures
Supercedes Mida's
Touch of Gold, no patent Motive
what Triggers the
****** Desire Code,
Sage and Twit person
aren't Bold Enough,
to Conceal their Luscious Greed for the
Forbidden Fruit.
Empires and Kingdoms
have Succumbed
to these Demise,
Though it creates an Immoral society,
It's God's Devise,
brings Parity to both
the Rich and Poor,
It's Ancient, Popular,
yet People feel Vile (OPPROBRIUM),
to Built it's Memorial
Monument,
be Vigillant for these
Forbidden Fruit..
@miamizoliver
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
BIDEN (to Bush)
I have to say,
Because of you, man,
We have this mess
In Afghanistan.
BUSH
It's not my fault.
We were attacked
On 9/11,
As a matter of fact.
If we hadn't gone
To Afghanistan
What would have been
Al-Qaeda's next plan?
BIDEN (to Bush)
But wait a minute!
Al-Qaeda was routed.
But let's talk about
Other things you flouted.
Like the truth when you said--
Like a vicious hawk--
That there were reasons
To invade Iraq.
OBAMA (to Bush)
Ah, so it's your fault.
BUSH
No!
WE went there
Because of the production
Of dangerous weapons
Of mass destruction.
OBAMA (to Bush)
But how did they ever
Get on your list--
The WMDs--
For they DIDN'T exist?
OBAMA, BIDEN (to Bush)
See, it's your fault!
BUSH
No, it isn't!
I decided
As commander in chief
That Saddam Hussein
Was causing too much grief.
I had to do
Something about it.
So, I had my team
Try to figure out it.
OBAMA, BIDEN
Figure it out,
Is what you mean.
But come on now:
You've GOTTA come clean.
BUSH (to Obama)
Wait!
You're the one
Who pulled our troops
Out of Iraq,
Which then allowed groups
Of ISIS fighters
To spread their hate
As they tried to form
An Islamic state.
So it's your fault.
OBAMA (to Bush)
The Iraqis wanted
Us to leave.
I didn't have
Any tricks up my sleeve.
The war in Iraq
Was a major distraction,
It didn't help matters,
Not even by a fraction.
Because of you,
People lost their focus
On Afghanistan
With all your hocus-pocus.
BUSH, BIDEN (to Obama)
But then you suddenly
Had the urge
To initiate
A giant surge
Of troops again
In Afghanistan.
What the hell
Were you thinking, man?
TRUMP
You all bear
Responsibility.
The war was a lesson
In futility.
BUSH, OBAMA, BIDEN (to Trump)
You're the one
Who spun his wheels.
With Taliban forces
You made some deals
Without including
Officials from
The government.
And that was dumb!
Did YOU perhaps show
With your Sharpie and your chart
That by May 1
The troops would depart?
TRUMP (to Obama and Biden)
Now wait a minute!
Part of your campaign
Was troop withdrawal
From the Afghan domain.
BIDEN (to Trump)
And that's what I did.
I followed through
With an agreement
That was made by you.
It wasn't something
That I reversed.
I just moved it
To August 31st.
Who could know how long
The government would last
And that the Taliban
Would move in so fast?
BUSH, OBAMA, TRUMP (to Biden)
Then it's YOUR fault!
THE PEOPLE (to Bush, Biden, Obama, and Trump)
It's EVERYBODY'S fault…
Along with Congress
And others we could blame.
But stop pointing fingers
And end this stupid game!
You ALL bear the fault.
Be that as it may,
What is done is done.
That was yesterday.
We need to save lives,
So, find a way somehow
To try to figure out
What to do now.
BIDEN, OBAMA, TRUMP, BUSH (pointing at one another)
But it's still your fault!
THE PEOPLE
Stop!
-by Bob B (8-18-21)
°Very loosely based on Stephen Sondheim's song "Your Fault" from INTO THE WOODS
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 1:17 PM UTC
A FLea and a FLy in a FLute,
Built a FLat where they FLit, resolute.
They had FLouted a FLaw
In a FLagrancy law,
But a breath of FLesh air made it moot!
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
"Marvel not, my child;
What I'm entrusted to reveal
To you's wild not mild;
It's more of a vision but real."
The unity of my trinity,
This I beheld in petrified awe;
My disembodied eternity,
My flaws that flouted God's laws...
Spirit that left my body alone,
My desperate soul that gasp'd for air,
My every wrongs I must atone...
Soon, God shall judge and it'll be fair .
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
we learned long ago
assumed in school
a simple grammar lesson:
subject and object
maps all of our life's
comings and goings..
some have rebelled:
restricts my freedom..!
but consent has been
the ticket for entry
in our cultural games..
to some..experience
seems as flouted:
subject and object
equals dogma..belief..
experience proclaims:
there is only subject..!
followed by retort:
senses record objects
in the world we find..
displayed out there
seen from in here..
so for now
it appears
we can choose
life in either world:
experience..or belief...
Your preference...?
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
The chickens aren't happy
They aren't laying
The farmer, concerned
Takes to praying
To a poultry god
He's always doubted
Hard times call
For hard and fast rules
To be flouted.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC