"injurious" poems
The city plays cat and mouse
and pefects the fear.
Jaggered lights dazzle
the victim
and nautical terms are resurrected as shanking.
Hospitals in an ode to Johannesburg's ingenuity
repair the injurious knife wounds
caused not by weekend lighter fuel
but a postcode lottery
undone only by the postman.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
She stole a cigarette from his pack
if he had known
she would probably get a slap
she had been doing that since long
hoping to share death,that smoke cause
at least that's the way she thought,
this advertisement"Smoke is injurious to health"
made her think it reduces his life's length
she couldn't stop him from smoking
so she starts to smoke,instead
in order to share same living hour
she fooled herself being addictive !
today,she stole a cigarette again
but today,its for herself
he is just an excuse to make
for her to smoke again !
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
Compassion, compassion
Poets, viewers, poems with injurious remarks
Why we do the things we do?
We were born to suffer together
a poet who asked his viewers to feel his pain
Throughout the lines, while tearing down the barriers
that separate and divide the poet and the readers
I bluntly said to that poet, one heart, and one love
If I was to say to that poet: death is good for some people
They deserve to die a painful death,
Am I asking too much of the poet to show empathy:
Who gave him the right, to steer me through his attitude and guilt
Who gave him the right, too asked of me to join a sympathetic crusade?
right now I'm in the process of turning empathy off and say buzz off Man!
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
Even a wayside **** can ignite
greater passion in the heart
than a well potted garden plant
at the centre of a tastefully landscaped plot
Even a child’s prank can be more hilarious
than all the cranky jokes of an acclaimed comedian
Even in the warble of a lonesome bird
there can be more flooding melody
than in the well tuned violin of a music maestro
There can be greater poetry in a simple ditty
than in all the lines of verse in a great epic
A tear drop may contain greater salinity
than all the waters of a great ocean
Perhaps a simple nod of head or a wink of the eye
communicates much more than a whole bunch of words
I don’t know why I love the dainty flowers of May
than perhaps the exotic lotus of the day
Don’t we love the homemade fare served with love
more than all the delectable cuisines of a posh restaurant
The small things of life thus,
prove much bigger than big things
Just as the joy of life is not always ruined by fatal errors
but by the recurrence of injurious little things,
Greatness is achieved not through momentous actions
but by the little things done in a great way
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
My name is Rajabu Al Islam, an African Muslim
Born in Africa, Black Muslim not Arabic,
I am now in the solemn city of Mombasa,
Standing on the pinnacle of Tahir Sheikh Towers,
Looking at the land of Likoni and Motonkwe
Beyond the deep blue arm of Indian Ocean,
Behold the Muslim terrorists, lynch fierce terror
On the innocent human beings, in ramshackled church,
They are shooting women and young children,
The pastor at the dais, wielding the Bible,
Also succumbs to a bullet in his ***** capacity,
The church choir master has also dropped dead
And the rest of all humanity in the church
Have no where to take cover from terrorist,
As Moslem terrorist ********* bullets on them,
Poor humanity wail in the agony of death
From the injurious bullets, of AK 47,
Auma Otieno drops dead her son Osinya falling away,
Osinya is not dead, but a slug stuck in his skull,
In glorification of Al shabab the Islamic terror wing,
Baby osinya is young boy of six months,
Without selfish piety of Middle East in chest,
When you shoot him, is it n’t it super terrorism!
To shoot a child of six months in the head
In pursuit of your religious ecstasy?
Who said that Islam is the way of Godliness?
He was a beautiful cheat full of brawnish frivolities,
Islam is total darkness, as its overt organs are ;
Al gaeda, Al shabab and Boko Haram.
I hate Islam for its ***** reasonless ignorance
I hate it with my full passion and my entirety,
Indeed I am prepared to die in stern defense
Of my antipathy for Islam; a piety so uncouth
When I recall, the Twin towers of America,
West Gate of Kenya, American embassy in Kenya,
And the stubborn Boko Haram, that condemned human life
Foolishly in the north of Nigeria to be foul divinity.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But, ah, thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time’s leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow,
But heavy tears, badges of either’s woe.
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Dear Lord, forgive me, for I know not what I do.
Guttural ********
To the nth
Degree
Take my innards
Out, inside of me
Busted chariots of fruit and linens
I know something
Something you didn’t
I busted a nut
Over the moon
I took a girl out
Taught her to swoon
I am the English
I am the martyr
I took two to three hours
******** your daughter
I am the *****
And I am the ****
I spent all night
Learning to twerk
Busting my guts over injurious
Thought processes
I did this, to the best of my lessons.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
You lick your lips,
and your tongue slips back behind your teeth.
Just like a sword,
being tucked back into its sheath.
Now, you are preparing for yet another day,
to come out of a dual victorious.
But oh, my vicious opponent,
one of these days your words won't leave me injurious.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Here's an idea for you
How about we don't preach about racism and how it is "disgusting" but then purposely mock and individualize other cultures and ethnicities.
How about we don't call each over **** and use "gay" as an injurious term and then claim we are not homophobic and only use it as a "joke"
Because when you go against your own fraudulent values you become much worse then the specific group you are "accidentally" discriminating.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
I have turned twenty-eight now.
You were at my age when you decided
To settle down with Mama.
Now that the passing of time has
Gone far, enough to make us
Realize the idealized moments
Of our lives, momentary though
It seemed, let me speak to you the
Unspeakable words unheard for so
Long. Papa, most of the time
I would catch myself conversing
Within your tone and sharing your
Shadow. I am your fragments trapped
In the ironic haze of summertime and
Solitude. I want you to know that
Growing up without you is one of the
Most injurious realities of my life---more
Injurious than betraying my art and heart
For music and Muses. I have learned to
Yearn for nothing. But, I am hoping that
Unlike the oppressive silence which haunted
Our very selves for many years, let this piece
of peace be our silent sanctuary of hope and
Forgiveness.
Your Son,
Yourself
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
stuck on a hook....
cobalt metal monkeys cling
in reeling creative circus chaos
like dripping molten ash
ache from the fallout
you exhale darkly riddled pain
i inhale smoky denial
lives lit on fire
spun in gray matter
disjointed cold sober allegories
falling from a desolate sky
craving kicks inclination
embers hitting pay dirt's
fix'd enslavement
stuck on a hook
self destruction’s behavior
bent on indifference’s
obsessive sweet tooth
jonesing for a speeding bullet
an injurious habit's alibi
shot through the eye
at the scene of the crime
more than one fatality suspect
poppy blooms wither'd
sacrificed in crimson's desire
whilst laid out in entomb'd
conviction's escaped act of faith
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
Your pity is a cheap thing, I realize injurious truth
tattooed on pale canvas are illustrations
I should have never seen
and without bending I display them
on the outside of me.
Your pity is a cheap thing, I wiped myself clean
stinking of rancid perfume, oh former lovers
spectres that plague my bedsheets
when I'm beneath you saturated
by the outside of you inside of me.
Your pity is a cheap thing, I sizzled against you
whirlwind speech absorbed in clutch pillows
moisture betraying my timid refusal.
What is it that I can't beat
the power in you, subduing me.
You only pity things that come cheap.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 4:33 PM UTC
Gentle winds in the rustling leaves
Remind me of your skirt behind the silent glass
I can’t help but chuckle helplessly
The memory exploits this welcomed fault
Though my mouth would never speak it.
Injurious pasts have ossified the skin
Sentinel stone is what remains, sojourned to Ascalon
Misery in the granite ***** stoic in emotion
I drew this targe so flighty, back turned to the alter
To find my steps at the Temple Aphrodite.
I would protect those who love, those who hate
For I stood, the interstice, n’er affy to one
Neither credence on this sealed tongue.
Priests of joy, your vines they spent
In time they found those cracks so well
Bloom in lush across the hardness
Of generations’ sediment
The heat and stirring from below
Pushed to the sun and carved in my aspect
Nurtured by those sweet waters of your stride
The language imbued from the portrait of your mind
Infused with my coldness found within
And crack and crumble as they light falls low
Such debris may let love in.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
score on score of them are laid
score on score of them have killed and maimed
score on score of them in jungles and in fields
score on score of them dot the Afghan lands
score on score of them have been detonated
the touching of a mechanism
with an unsuspecting foot
the tearing of flesh
the splintering of bone
the rivers of red blood
prosthesis fitted
to permit walking again
without an artificial foot
no steps
can be gained
score on score
the damage everlasting
injurious landmines
blasting
score on score
the toll of dead rises
landmine activity brings
many demises
somewhere on our planet
a man, woman of child
has had a limb
thoughtlessly torn away
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
tripper
burnt out- an asphalt
space cadet,
a freak of nature your around
you addict
jet-setter
voyager globetrotter
you practitioner enthusiast
often injurious
to your sanity,
admit your habit
you hound you know you
are bound to be
blood smeared on I-75
someday.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
I find the notes we wrote,
and I want to burn them;
they make me sick.
"I love you;"
I want to throw up;
the thought of you
makes me sick
and angry;
even still.
It comes in waves.
I can't seem to help it.
I am deeply vexed; irked.
You have such sickening gall,
audacious and licentious girl;
You inspire such rankle
by that of your own;
I hope it is in youthful folly
and not evidence of malign habit;
though there is no way for me to know,
yet patterns are what they are
and I know people who've seen the patterns
much longer than I have;
I can no longer deny their Authority on the subject.
So, I'm sort-of sorry,
but I know I shouldn't be;
I really shouldn't feel the need
to apologize for how I feel,
especially when I feel that way
due in part to the actions
of a supposed
"Lover"
I willingly made myself
raw and vulnerable to you,
and you alone.
I gave you my Heart
with trust that you would care for it,
and you went and spitefully stabbed it
over and over and over and over again
without so much as a thought of me
until it bled out in your hands;
reap what you have sewn,
injurious, flippant girl.
All's fair
in Love and War,
it seems.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
Grim is commanded for poets all round.
Grim has a fiercely protestical sound.
Grim isn’t grime for it’s lacking an ‘e’.
Egrim’s a poet’s insight for today.
Egrim is like the Norwegian style
Of Fairy tale dwarfs who stomped forests awhile.
Their poetic whimsy delights generations
In un-grim and serious childhood contagions.
They catch it from mothers and fathers infected,
Who, laughing at life, and its trials directed
To misery, make of it light and perjurious
Nonsense, its daggers no longer injurious.
You who are serious, finding life spurious,
Need and injection of fun for the curious.
Let's give our children something they are after -
Life's greatest medicine - outrageous laughter.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
Should I suppose that angel with the bow
Before myself did no one any harm?
Perhaps he hunted none but Romans. No,
The seas his dart can pass with a flicking arm.
And who saw fit to give him magic arrows?
Mother Aphrodite's got a flair
For an affair and so ignores her sparrow
Son. He wanders, aimless, through the air.
Thus found he me as aimless on a bench
And, seeking rectify my lot, let loose
A bolt which speared a hapless, passing *****
Whom I in my right mind would never choose.
As his was based on love injurious,
Poor Eros' gift to us is furious.
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 8:16 AM UTC
The world is stagnant, but I'm running fast, I'm running mad
How can I sleep softly in a crib
when there are no worthy arms to cradle me
And protect me from my self-injurious rib
?
I pass toy soldiers on the street
Craving for contact but failing to meet
The eyes of one who means no deceit
Who's touch and taste sings more sweet
than that of a mouth-watering, mind water-boarding treat
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time’s injurious hand crushed and o’erworn;
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age’s steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he’s king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age’s cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love’s beauty, though my lover’s life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
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Warning: Causes Cancer
Splayed across billboards,
Written in the stars,
Tattooed in brains,
Whispered in ears.
Warning: Injurious to Health,
Detrimental,
Almost like poison,
Searing through veins,
Stopping hearts,
Stealing breaths,
Melting skin.
Warning: Will make you fall,
Fall as deep as the sea,
Warning: Will make you cry,
Surround you in an ocean
Of your own tears,
Warning: Will leave you dry,
As dry as the desert
on a hot summer’s day.
Warning: Will break your heart
Into a million pieces,
Shatter it all around you,
Leaving you to mend it.
All alone.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
LOVE AND LOVERS (31)
by
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Chapter 31
All people live downstream.
The greatest rage is when you scream so loud you cannot hear the scream.
Danger has anger in it, tragedy rage.
Anonymity vitiates worth.
First, do no harm.
Second, do no harm.
Third, do no harm.
Fourth,....
Pills are now our pillows.
FORTUNE 500 vs. MISFORTUNE 7,000,000,000
Knowledge sees that all are different, wisdom that all are one.
You cannot hoard love.
We are ordained when the sun touches our brow.
Back in their hotel room, Bian sat down with Jon.
"You know, of course, Jon, that the poor and extremely poor of the world earn less than $2 a day. That's about one-in-four of all Citizens of Earth. Unconscionable!" Bian said.
"You know as well inequalities such as fewer rights and resources are primarily based on caste, gender, ethnicity, and tribal affiliation. Decades of civil war across the globe have exacerbated these injustices. Now violence on local levels has become
increasingly injurious. Hunger and malnutrition stunt the lives of billions, weakening their strength and energy while debilitating their immune systems making them all the more susceptible to illnesses that hinder or **** them.
"Moreover, without viable health-care systems--especially for mothers and children--illnesses like malaria, diarrhea, and respiratory infections can be fatal. Furthermore, pregnancy and childbirth can be death-dealing.
"Over two billion Citizens of Earth don't have access to clean water at home. Contaminated water leads, of course, to waterborne diseases. Poor water infrastructure abets this deleterious situation.
"The catastrophic climate crisis Earth is now enduring, say experts, will push more than 100 million people into poverty over the next decade."
Jon stood up and gave Bian a big hug and a sweet kiss.
Mr. Ly and his friends had many, many other friends, large groups of whom lived in every nation on Earth. All were anonymous and all were devoted to creating PEACE ON EARTH THROUGH LOVE.
Concomitantly, these groups discreetly followed Bian and Jon into the country the two had just left and began helping the poor: food, water, housing, health care, education--in any way they could.
Love is contagious.
Sep 15, 2022
Sep 15, 2022 at 12:46 AM UTC
In a dire little spire's shadow
A form pitters, admires a sad show
A girl of the world waits on the drab stone
Waits to unfurl the curl of her mad bones
Hurrying the boldness
To give those bones flight
Into the noblest
Last act of performance night
or exercise in masked spite
Irrelevant, an embellished fate
She crouches, contemplates
The height, the likely injurious spate
The form flounces around the wait
This **** of this morning
Almost hawk of forlorn dawning
Sures it's tastes, titillates
Red shine in the eye reflects
Mind's highs and shy delections
Foreseeing shards of residual head spread
Over acutely angled limbs
and digits subtracted and mangled
To no surprise she rises
It sizes up the prize that provided
An answer to lies so hideously divided
And a thirst for the worst that insidious lives wish
Saviour of absent behaviour
No try, no cry, no mind for saving her
A foot left the paving, the body flailing
Regaining
On gravity and the audacity
Of life's magnanimous, massive, flaccid needs
A sound of pained muddle hounds the cease
Years regain in puddles on the dusty concrete
A prayer said alone from a just, husky tree
***** and undetected
The monster's expected scorn ejected
He moves now towards the poor unsuspecting's rejected
Silhouette of chance and dances dankly in his delected
Tragedy of red majesty and death's rich tapestry perfected
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
inhale curiosity.
exhale amusement.
A roll of fantasy.
A Tragic chapter sprouting..
Inhale stress.
exhale relief.
A puff of heaven !
drowning in the tar of ecstacy !
connecting my life support on you.
inhale frustration.
exhale happiness.
A puff of goodness !
Flying on clouds of smoke !
connecting my life support on you !
inhale temptation.
exhale pleasure.
a sense of anxiety in your absense.
fooled by a desire.
connected my life support on you !
light on my fingers.
so good on the lips.
breath of pleasure.
connected my life support on you !
heavey heart, tight lungs.
dizzy head, weary eyes.
explosion of thoughts.
Calmness only comes with you !
Can't function without you !
GASPING FOR SMOKE !
ITCHING WITH DESIRE !
SURVIVING ON PUFFS !
A SMOKER I AM!
SMOKING IS INJURIOUS TO HEALTH!
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC