"inglorious" poems
Do You Ever Find … ?
That Words Sometimes …
KEEP On … " Runnin' " …
Through Your Mind … ?!?
Sometimes ...
My Rhymes And Words Are …
...... STUNNING ….. !!!!!
These Days I Find My Word Designs …
Refine And Dine Just Like FINE Wine … !!!
So Here's A Few To Give You … " Clues " ...
of Some of The Ways My Wordplay Moves …
Wordplay … ?
Just … RIDICULOUS … !!!
Volume … ?
Straight Up … INFINITE … !!!
Inception Is … " Synonymous " …
With BIG VIRGE The … EPONYMOUS … !!!!!
Conception …
NOT …. " Inglorious " …. !!!!!
******* NOPE … ERRONEOUS … !!!!!
My Use of Verse Is … " GLORIOUS " … !!!!!
In Fact It's … " MERITORIOUS " . !!!!!!!
Because It's TIGHT NOT Porous ….
Chorus … NO … !!!
Because It Flows …
And Has NO PLACE In …
... " Talent Shows " … !!!!!
TALENT ... ???
Whoooooaaaaa You'd Better KNOW … !!!!!
What I Construct May One Day BLOW … !!!
A Hole In ALL These Shows For … " Ho's " … !!!!!
Prostitution …. NO …. !!!
NOT How I Roll … !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talking of THOSE …
NO TIME For Coc’ … !!!
Or Yes … ******* … !!!
Because My Nose ...
Does NOT House Notes … !!!!!
Where AIR Should Flow … !!!!!
FLOWS … ?!?
I Got …Those … !!!
QUOTES That Rock Boats … !!!
Races Places So Many Faces …
Sometimes My Mind ...
DEFINES … INVASIVE …
WAIT ..................................................................... !!!
I'm Just PLAYING And Relaying ...
Words of Verse …
From The Thoughts of …
….. " Big Virge " ….. !!!
My Head … ???
It HURTS ... Just Like My Arm … !!!
Because I Write …
Like Those Who Fight …
And Wear The Garms' …
of Those Who Choose To ...
YES … " Bear Arms " … ?!?
Violent … NAH … !?!
Big Virge Is …
….. Calm ….............................................................
I'd Rather Charm …
But PLEASE BE SMART … !!!
Before My Words …
Get In Your ... " CLAAT " … !!!
Or Your …... " RASSHOLE' " ….. !!!
Am I Bajan … ???
NO ... But Here's The Quote …
I'm … ENGLISH Born …
So Know of Their Scorn … !!!!!
But Am Now REBORN … !!!
With … CARIBBEAN Views …
Just Down The Road …
From My NEW Bedroom … !!!!!
On BAJAN' Shores …. !!!
NOT Cold But WARM … !!!
I'm HAPPIER NOW … !!!
That I Have FOUND …
A Place For Myself …
On My Parents' Ground … !!!!!
Africa Next … ?
Well … More or Less …
So MUCH of This WORLD … !!!!!
I Haven't Seen … YET … ?!?
Girls … ?!?!?
That's Where This Poem ENDS.
SO MANY Look FINE But I Just Can't find …
One Whose Down To … " Fool Around " … !!!!!
With The Man … Big Virge ...
... " The Connoisseur of Spoken Words " ...
I Guess That's Why … ?
I Write These Rhymes …
And Put In Verse …
Words That … " Traverse " …
That I NOW FIND …
" Run Through My Mind " …..
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
But are not the scandalous rumors,
the jealous lovers,
and inglorious ********
born of passion?
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
You could not ask for,
And I dared not offer you,
the small inglorious flower of cactus.
Instead I brought you tulips and roses,
to fill our lives with transient happiness.
In the darkness we hid our face.
Thus passed years,
Times we shed silent tears,
For having not dared the most precious -
A small inglorious flower of cactus!
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
Sitting in her wheelchair,
Wondering what to wear,
Natalie, the Notorious,
Found her situation nothing short of inglorious.
Absorbent or plain, it didn't seem to matter,
Until, down the hall, she heard Nurse Agnes' chatter.
Her ears perked up, as did her head.
Glinting eyes showed much to dread.
Natalie said with all due sobriety,
"Here goes the plan in all its entirety."
She gave herself a wink, and tossed back a mickey,
Choosing her time, being quite picky.
Natalie searched out that sanctimonious nurse,
And giving vent to her rage, she let out a curse.
She flew from her chair, and let out a yell.
Frightened Nurse Agnes, in fear she did quell.
But Natalie's plan, to take the nurse down,
Fell quite flat, when she hit the ground.
Poor Natalie had totally forgotten,
The chairbelts kept her in, "Oh, how rotten!"
They snapped her back and she hit the floor.
The ice pick she had, flew into the door.
Really now, it's sad to say,
that Natalie the Notorious to this day,
Avoids plots of ice picks and death,
And focuses mostly on keeping her breath.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed
Benumbed lie the dead
Beneath the marble vaults
Bereft of power and prowess
Benighted and beaten.
The sun shall never cast its glorious rays
The stars shall never their brilliance shed
The breeze never shall bring tidings new
The showers shall no more drench them through
A thoughtful friend sometimes seen around
A fervent prayer at times chanted aloud
A plaited wreath, rarely laid over
A trite rite, randomly carried out
There’s none left to mourn or weep
Nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob
Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of graves
To life’s alluring charms, the dear depart.
Cold as clay the dead lie so still
To be feasted on by maggots and the worms
Life with all its glory – defunct
Its fever and fret too – extinct.
How in vain we run after wealth
The power and position we deem so great
Shall come to naught within Time’s gloomy vault
Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.
In vain ends our travail for might
Inglorious is our quest after fame
Transient turn the riches, we garner
Short lived is their gleam and glitter.
Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
For all that is born and made
‘Must consign to death and come to dust.’
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
Can't you feel my screaming heart?
I feel all yours and it's unbearable
To know everyone's intention may seem ineffable
Though my passion is emotion and empathy my art
Dwelling silent in a crowded room
To the right a pursuit of lust
And my left a lack of trust
Empty grins with their facade and doom
Another item has been stolen
My peers in an unknowing uproar
I see the culprits guilt pour
From his weary eye and coven
The ***** swoons the love of an unworthy patron
She gazes at me with a tempting question
Attempting to construct my envy and affection
My will is stronger than that seducing notion
The lonely man makes a joking inquisition
All the rest see it as a laughable gesture
I look with sad eyes to see his slouching posture
He wants to die in his pathetic position
The muscle bound dunce smacks his lips
Glorified as the acrobatic conversationalist
Strapped men in shackles and girls can't resist
His compensated shortage of yays and yips
A quiet smile looks on with a perfect mask
Playing pretend with an inglorious burden
Faking a life inside of her chaotic garden
Of hollow theatrics in which she basks
There goes the lad with his flippy hair
The little ladies want a picture with the fellow
Oh you're so rad the flocking lasses bellow
And, you wonder why I don't seem to care?
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
Stunningly beautiful, soul full of pride,
The vision of perfection, by my side,
Enhanced is the feeling, swelling inside,
Price is platonic; our hearts must collide,
Heaven nor hell, unbound by earth’s shackle,
Euphoric by design, our love entails,
Nostalgic I’m not, we are no debacle,
View the world, no map marks our trails,
Inglorious, is the search for love
Ethereal, since you are but a dream,
Illusion is grounded, fly now my dove,
Reality is us, we are a team,
After all, you are my Aphrodite,
Yalla habibti,
Dec 8, 2009
Dec 8, 2009 at 10:31 AM UTC
The tyranny of this empty room
will always be the underlying comfort of no one.
These books left unread, has been the taste of my inglorious pursuit of happiness.
A guitar hanging on the wall collecting dust and rust, is a product of my unremarkable trust with myself.
A single bed that will be slept on later, will be filled with imaginative thoughts of grandeur,
Combined with the thoughts that betrayed me compiled with,
"I should've and could've".
Only this pen latched on to my hand to carve the honest words,
This paper to produce erasures of beautiful sentences.
The writer that will bear the coming of tomorrow.
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
How far have we come?
Our masquerading insanity,
Egotistical sensuality
We bask in the luxury
Of our miserable depravity
Tumultuous cries and sweet lies,
It's only a state of mind
We malice, not chastise,
And give birth to anarchy
The world was an empty bliss
Reveled in the vast starlit sky
Now consumed by the beast inside,
Our inglorious unbecoming
iamthe_avatar ©2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Who are we to say,
That they and those with whom they lay,
Are forever condemned to eternal fire on this day?
They say they speak for the one above,
Yet who are they to say who and who God is to love?
Are we not all one and the same,
Denizens of this world living under one name?
Yet, instead, we intend
To hate until they bend,
And seek their inglorious end.
Let us love one another,
As sister to sister, brother to brother,
None of us are free,
Until our brothers and sisters see,
The day they may sor in the sky,
Shackleless,without a sigh,
As they reach their dreams, saying goodbye.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,
For I have sinned, and sinned, and only he
Who could do no iniquity hath died:
But by my death can not be satisfied
My sins, which pass the Jews’ impiety:
They killed once an inglorious man, but I
Crucify him daily, being now glorified.
Oh let me, then, his strange love still admire:
Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.
And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire
But to supplant, and with gainful intent:
God clothed himself in vile man’s flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.
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If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursed lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
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shifty-eyed sundays/summer smiles.
green backyards child-full,
meat eaters meat-eating,
bellies & throats conversation/food-filled.
young families flocking fawn-eyed to communion barbeques,
sweaty raspings/of feeding minds;
living-room, reading-room, lessons & phonics
shortwinded swindlings at tables of breakfast (equal portions)
---sub-divided.
categories..elements
systems of classifying,
lessons limping/near succeeding.
trekking inglorious [tired] track laps---round laps of track,
tried feet feet-walking
sleep-talking
waking, taking rests.
@ intervals,
(splashes of time) clock/clock-time.
sleep, repose, health profits;
restless prophets. word-of-mouth.
strange tongues, th'creaking of breaths,
classical forebodings---brow beating, war breeding.
wrist flickings/blurred strokes
markings/carvings---letters/numb3rs,
communicating---language speaking.
(overhearing.)
positive consensus
> press play.
un-buttoning buttons
soirée is overfinished, overture.
shirts come up/over/off---
bath's running---taps run-running,
clippings clipped from papers,
---snip-snipping.
crashing/slicing blades of scissors,
point-on-point.
television evening sign-off/lights off.
interestingopenwindowenergy,
an elegy..
under_scored.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 9:20 PM UTC
it stopped raining after
some long hour had passed
the rain had simply faded like
shawled figure moving through the afterlife
just the signature of presence evaporating into the still air
like the quiet thunder of a doves wings in the evening shadow
a sense of walking the day down through its years
a child at dawn full of promise and wonder
a man full of strife and the heat of passions at noon
an old man gasping by the witching hour
see the day walk its life to the tomb
before the grand spectacle of night has finished
and the very damp ground was littered with leaves
pulled from their high towers and cast down by
the winds strong hand
dirt in clinging clumps decorate the once
vividly clean surface of her lawn chairs
she pecks at the debris with a rapid motion
wipe away the inglorious world with
her chatter is subtle but not unfriendly
as she offers tea
the long hour passes
as we instilled with small conversation watch
the overcast slowly dissipates
like her charm
it is fleeting
she at last asks about your day
with hands folded in her lap like two neat doves
fearfully waiting to fly in panic at such slight provocations
the rain left its signature on my life
both beauty and troubled thoughts gather beneath its wet canopy
all reach life in the waters of the world
all rise from child and fall to tomb
like rain falls back to the earth which birthed it
we all return to the soil
thick and rich loam full of the savaged remains of the fallen
and the seeds of the yet unborn
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
coursing in his veins
the blood of yellow hue
a sure verification
of a coward's cue
men of courage bore
a darker shade of red
there was such bravery
in the way they bled
behind them the craven
one so weakly stood
they'd be taking the bullets
meant for his hood
yellow with dishonor
spineless of back
not having the gumption
to face an attack
his veins so desperately
bereft of fortitude
they were so inglorious
in their aptitude
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
You stare as if you know
how my blood runs through my veins.
What wood are you?
Did you not come from a clan
of massacred trees
chiseled by an inglorious machete?
Were you the door that barred
the perils to our house?
Did you block the brutal sun from getting in?
Who carved you?
Was it not the ******
Was it not the thief?
Was it not the murderer behind the bars?
And you accuse me to have sinned
when all you do is mimic the fingers of your god.
Have you even opened those tinted lips
to mutter a prayer?
Why did you not dare to move
or tap my back when I opened my zipper?
Instead you feasted on my obscenity.
Why can you not tell your god
I attempted to fast?
Come!
Bleed and let these thirsty eyes witness your miracle!
Idiot.
©04-10-13
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
She was my sunshine,
She was my rain,
I had another chance,
Now I'm single once again!
But before my breakup,
Prior to this beautiful relationship,
I was feeling lonelier than ever...
Hadn't I thought forever single 'coz so much was the pain after my inglorious accident,
But I knew that I would fail my decision & taste the pain once more..
Little did I know that her newer, younger ego would be stronger than any diamond.
She was my girl,
I took it so literally...
She was my girlfriend,
I felt lucky to be with her..
She sure was cute and sweet,
I just felt so much privileged.
She was a very pampered baby,
More my daughter than a friend..
She was still immature mentally,
Not ready for the relation...
She was addicted to fast-food,
I was being eerily parent-like to her...
She loved to tell me her sufferings,
I was telling her to improve her habits..
She broke up the relation just recently,
I was dumped again for being overcaring.
But it's okay with me,
I will take my box elsewhere,
Because such a girl will surely be,
I think she's out there - somewhere...
Surely she is out there.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
He raised his eyebrows, puckering his lips.
Bearing a watch on each of his wrists,
Along with a large leopard print cowboy hat;
To hide his long shiny inglorious black
I think he noticed me watching, which surely wasn’t new,
Cause he smiled and blinded me with his polished gold tooth.
Under the heels of his leather feet, the side walk shattered,
Walking slowly, he leaves behind what he’s fractured.
-Walking into tomorrow, he starts a new chapter.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
mum married her love
rose covered eyes
ended serving an ungrateful master
finding fault with fault finding
inglorious ******* his mother should have strangled him at birth
it cost her, her life
she loved him to her dieing breath
she fulfilled her duty to the T
now you want me to forget and grand you a 2nd marriage
oh my God repeat of the 1st grant performance
a new opera will be build
new players and costumes to make you scream and cry at once
you will be deliriant with joy and pain
equal amount competing for your soul
all to serve the god if status and money
no. i do not grant thee anything
you owe me a childhood of love
teenage years of caring
grown up years of leading
instead you work as fault finder
all day, all night, over consuming
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
My death will be a masterpiece,
Inglorious design,
Tear away the hope for peace,
The loss of all that's mine.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
I sat at the patio
seeing that portrait of a women facing ocean
discovering unsoundness of my imagination
as a saccadic thunder blazed
opening the eye of sky
as the clouds liberated first rain drops
which kissed inglorious mud
filling the air with intoxication
of romantic vapors.
Chained by the lust of intolerable fragrance
i crept along with those winds
near to the parapet as lazily as a drugged snail!
Tantalizing my dreams
a heavy wind with some dew
blew on to my face
as my lips raised in a sarcastic passion
conveying its reason to live.
Humanity overflown from my heart
as the innovative part of my brain
continued to search for the irrational logic of my smile.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 3:59 AM UTC
The week's been long and draggin' on.
Our labour's been labourious.
Toilsome tasks have tarried on -
and their ceasing inglorious.
But surely as our souls are spent,
and stamina a-sundered.
the whittled work has come and went,
and out we've come from undered!
And thus, my friend, the week has past.
So here's a rousing raised-glass cheer -
that dreamt-of day descends at last:
Friday Friday, Friday's here!
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
devouring, always,
thirsting for words,
jonesing for dramatics,
yearning for redemption.
the keyboard pounds,
some inglorious Beethoven
composing some dilapidated
Archduke Trio, just for the hipsters
the action repeats. now. now again.
in spite of its supposed purpose
a mere reflex?
or the essence of self.
more more more, i say
why should not the skies erupt
with rivers of euphoria
and other useless miracles?
the city, overrun with ugly serpents, makes
the whole gambit crystalline:
permanent, frozen, and most of all,
clear, as a may afternoon, laid out on the Front Lawn.
so, always, never does it come.
the chalice spills forever,
and i must lap it off the ***** floor,
because why cry over spilt milk?
nothing grieves me heartily indeed
but that i cannot do much at all,
that i can do everything and don't,
that i need everything evil and beautiful.
Aug 1, 2010
Aug 1, 2010 at 4:54 PM UTC