"ragging" poems
spring omnipotent goddess thou dost
inveigle into crossing sidewalks the
unwary june-bug and the frivolous angleworm
thou dost persuade to serenade his
lady the musical tom-cat,thou stuffest
the parks with overgrown pimply
cavaliers and gumchewing giggly
girls and not content
Spring, with this
thou hangest canary-birds in parlor windows
spring slattern of seasons you
have ***** legs and a muddy
petticoat,drowsy is your
mouth your eyes are sticky
with dreams and you have
a sloppy body
from being brought to bed of crocuses
When you sing in your whiskey voice
the grass
rises on the head of the earth
and all the trees are put on edge
spring,
of the jostle of
thy ******* and the slobber
of your thighs
i am so very
glad that the soul inside me Hollers
for thou comest and your hands
are the snow
and thy fingers are the rain,
and i hear
the screech of dissonant
flowers,and most of all
i hear your stepping
freakish feet
feet incorrigible
ragging the world,
10.8k
When I was subjected to ragging by seniors,
"It is illegal," I warned them beforehand,
"The kid seems to have gone throughout,
The itenary before boarding the college bus."
A senior student was jeering at me.
I must be appearing like a *******
"Don't worry, we will only ask for your introduction, consider it an interview. Please," said another senior.
"Alright if you request," I replied and I waited for their questions.
"Introduce yourself to us in few words." I was told by the other senior who had jeered.
"My name is Atul Kaushal, thank you." I jeered back at the senior.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
As I sit outside “Motherhood Maternity” store
in the comfy chairs. Waiting for sticky buns,
writing thoughts of what some call poetry.
The little mothers-to-be go in,
smiling and happy.
Some waddle in, others still may have
that FUN coming in the future.
They are fun to observe
all expectant like. Anticipating
the new life growing inside -
BOY? GIRL? Of course some
wanting it OVER - NOW!
And I can see why.
Then, occasionally there is a parent
passing by, ragging on their child
over nothing. Making life miserable
for all within hearing distance.
Destroying the young spirit.
I'll bet they were not smiling like the others
going into “Motherhood”. Maybe they
are looking forward to eighteen and
want it to happen – NOW! Poor kid.
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 9:15 PM UTC
At first I hear snarls, "Nice
jeans, ****** although I'm
sure they don't include any
punctuation when ragging
on my anorexic pants
as if my jeans have anything
to do with my sexuality as if
the color of skin had anything
to do with last week's mugging
as if Catholics didn't once
**** for religion.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
Under his mighty authority, he sent forth a pair of spies
Hidden by a harlot they now became Joshua’s eyes.
Saving her and all that she has for what she hath done
Later when they come to burn down the city
Her and her family will be spared, there the only one.
Assembling a band of seven priest’s in those strange lands
He’s ordering them to encompass and circle the city
While carrying the Ark of Covenant in their holy hands.
Preparations now begin for a symphony of destruction
it is for all the other inhabitants, due to all the corruption.
Commanded until the appointed time to remain in silence
After that, scream and shout loud with ragging violence.
Marching with the trumpets at their side and on their hips
It’s the seventh day, and now, they must make seven trips.
The walls then came crumbling down,
After they blew through those ram horns with their lips.
Taking there treasures, the spoils of war...
They took it for the Lord's treasury,
That is who they took it for.
AMEN
(SirCARSr. 11-25-13)
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
You followed down through the gathered pages
to the labyrinth that leads back through the changes
A long and twisted line of unmapped rivers,
*** holed low-roads and tattered mileposts
glancing homeless back-alleys as dark as lonely crossroads
Past the broken wings that fell from skyward treetops
scattered feathers amongst rose petals wilted
at the hand of tear stained faded photos
of frozen black and white faces;
hidden ghosts in the closet that fell from grace
The pathway narrows where the traces dissipate
passing under burning bridges, beneath locked stairwells
A fickle feather floating upon rivers ragging
like the hubris disconnectedness of time rolling out to sea ―
Shadows growing darkest as you reach the blackest silence
and you kept the answers to all the questions at arms length
hidden in the darkness ― where you saw love disfigure me
It was then and there I knew I'd dreamed of someone like you
looking for someone more than I could ever be
Just an unsated curiosity, trying to see beyond
your own misunderstanding, to feel and touch
an unknown depth beyond reach
As sunset pales the distantness, the night is yours alone
when tomorrow's morning rain
hangs on the falling leaves ― I’ll be gone
Just a wayfaring loner in a lonely world
Where rivers are only water
and love was once a flowing river
I thirst to swallow ―
to wash away these tracks of my tears ...
rivers ... 2017
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
Leaves Falling Off Trees
When the leaves fall from the trees
I start to think of you and me,
the sun moved upon on the land
In a gentle kind of way,
my emotions are getting stronger
while the pains made way,
I remembered how we dance around
on those wet autumn leaves,
we laugh so happily,
we felt the wind creeping upon our skin,
We watch all the colored leaves fall
in their own beauty,
with time our lives started growing colder,
you started acting bolder,
the words of love never really came up
because we fought to much
about the little stuff,
The day became shorter, and the nights
seem to last longer in rage,
the ground out side is white
the trees are frozen like we,
the freezing wind rolling around again,
I would set alone crying so much
My tears would fall
like the leaves of autumn,
all our desire left that year,
when you gave me all that fear,
the beauty of our love, left that year
in a storm of rag,
darkness returned to me on those
days of falling leaves,
on those cold dark nights
I could see the lighting strike,
across the sea of you and me
into a world of darken dreams,
the old ancient moon hanged around
in that sad late June,
the rain would fall like teardrops
with our names on them,
while the summer fading into fall,
my heart broke just a little more,
winter made its way at my door,
I could still hear your voice
ragging war,
Poetic Judy Emery © 2011
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Bonfires ragging
Cigars blazing
Beers Cracking
Lake Erie Fishing
Country Music
Blaring
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 8:02 AM UTC
Ever thought how these four years would turn out for you??
Classes, proxies and birthday surprises,
Or ‘Junior– senior’ interaction which was a ragging in disguise!
The unlimited Gangtok trips-
Which was a first step towards your relationships!
Momos, Thukpas, Jalebi and Falay,
Which you would have it without any delay!
Kaalrav or departmental fest,
Which you would attend with utter zest!
The 6.9 turbulence-
Causing a whole lot of turbulence!
People seeming like refugees-
With no phone networks to contact friends, relatives and families!
Those 14 tiring sessionals in total
Which you crossed, thinking it to be a hurdle!
The placement tension-
And getting a job was the ultimate question!
Aahhh! These four years of igniting memories are just too wonderful,
Which are definitely unforgetful!!!
(Meanings : Kaalrav- College fest
Momos, Thukpa, Jalebi and Falay- local cuisines in the state of Sikkim, India
Sessional- mid-sems)
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
There is nothing we can do at all
to indemnify our weary souls and hearts
against the first love of a reconstructed us.
That one speck in trillions becomes the universe
and we can ignore the burning warning
in our scared skin and strained corneas.
Shelters built for bruised bodies
refuge for split, shattered souls
tires in its use like veins sick of medicine.
Still we are falling again and again
into ragging red and yellow fury
into endless gaping oblivion.
Until deepest depths no longer crush
and sky haven heights no longer suffocate
we shall risk the ravages of hope.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
Bruising,kicking,clubbing,
chanting,ranting,yelling,
from afar their judgement is pronounced,
scourging,ravaging,encompassed,
their foes enmassed,
as their woes crawles to them.
Ensnared in rageous mobbing.
No attention given,
Brutally abased at fraternities delight,
Blood splitting,
Blood gushing,
sands soaks in blood,
as of mud from heavy downpour,
fraternities yelling,mobs cheering.
As their lynching delights them all.
No saviour!
No mercy!
Woe!
Woe!
Woe!
They rants in accord,
from their chamber miserable voices screams.
Only but whispers heard,
in cold fatique voices.
One said i am
not guilty!
another said we
only came
to collect what
he owed me!
Another said i
live in heaven
where milk and
honey flows
i lack nothing,i
am innocent
another said
yesterday
i paid my
tuition,i paid my
dues i am
innocent.
In cold blooded,
lynched them
all.
their hell fire
came to them
alive
they were burnt
they were
wasted
as of unwanted
beasts!
oh! Aluu what
have you done?!
Who were those
innocent 4 you
killed??
Don't you know
the pain of
mothers labour
at birth?!
They are not
different from
you
they feel pain!
they feel torture!
they feel torment!
wont you
scream if i club
you?
won't you flee if
i burn you fire?!
They sought to
flee
they sought to
hide
they pled for
mercy
but you were
their miserable
nightmares!
You were there
foes ragging in
woes massacre!!!
The boys were
your children
they were your
brothers
oh! Merciless
Aluu!!!
What have you
done to the
futures untold?
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
It been awhile , and I still struggling with laying them down.
Even though they are gone, there still apart of me craving them.
Even though you fill me up daily with strength enough to stand.
Still the battles that I have to go through are still there today.
The same battles that was calmed by me lighting up the cigarette.
After I smoke a cigarette I was calm for awhile anyway Lord.
Now there is nothing here to calm the ragging rivers within me.
I know that you could, but you leave the ragging rivers ragging within me.
So I need your help heal me of these rivers ragging within me today.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
Sauntering by the edge of a calm sea,
I thus squinted through the mirror of time,
And there, I beheld memories of us,
Ebbing like a wave to a distant clime;
Wistfully I saw our golden moments,
Ineffable moments we once relished,
Away vanishing by ragging torrents,
Yonder sea where they'll never be reached;
But, betwixt my despair I beheld clear
Shadows of my heart despite cold as frost,
In a jiffy erupted with sheer pleasure
On sojourning to our sweet golden past;
Truly true love dawns once in a life time,
And in a lover's heart ever doth chime.
©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
7th June 2017
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
Through out the night the thunder roars and strikes,.
Even though I hate storms, but since you are here.
Leading me through it, I know that you are my protection.
Nothing is going to happen that we cant handle together.
So I shall allow you to lead me through this ragging storm.
You lead me with your perfect love through this darkness.
When you are with me nothing could ever get close enough to hurt me.
So with knowing that you are my Guardian protector Lord God.
I shall go through this storm with a smile upon my face tonight.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
ever had those days of nagging
the ears are punch drunk
taking lefts rights and upper cuts
the retinue of blows are countless
this follows that
it's punching bag material
you know how Joe Frazier felt
when he left the ring
stunned to stupification
ever had those days of bagging
nothing you attempt to do for people
turns out as it should
everything ends up pear shaped
and asymmetrical
the best is done to fix the problems
without the proper tools
a jack of trades
is a cunning fool
a master
is a pilot ace
who do they think you are
some super hero
ever had those days of ragging
*** shot are taken
keeping you on your feet
like Ginger and Fred
doing a four two step
you hope a ****** doesn't lay in wait
hitting the all important red dot
notice how rabbits
dart and dance
not wanting to take up the spot light
ever had those days of slagging
the words are directed
like hacking scissors
chopping a crooked edge
at your sleeve
leaving you at the whim of humiliation
you dignity left in tattered shreds
where's a seamstress
when you want one
at a stop work meeting
shop stewards are thugs
and stand over merchants
no one comes to your rescue
have you ever had those days
none of us are immune
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Just like the tumble **** that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could ever be, like a broken record she always seemed to missing out in what a real love could or might ever really be, instead she stayed focused on distorted dreams of what an abuser said a real love should be.
So, many dark clouds that had passed in and out of her life over the years had distorted her reality and robbed her of the visions to see, what a real love could be.
She spent the rest of her life in a bottle and locked inside self imposed prison by her passed lovers and unsettled but not by me. A foolish person always wants to have everything without out putting in the work. A truly blessed and wise person accepts and works hard to keep what they have and hardly ever wants for nothing but they get it all in the end.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 7:22 PM UTC
My heart
Has no love
You cant destroy what was never there
Your heart
Has love
You make me laugh
You make me sick
Love is nothing but a camouflage of what resembles ragging in
My smile was taken long ago
I am to dark to care
I thought I'd tell you
My heart is a mist of darkness
Just incase you didn't know
You'll always forget me
But
Even with a dark heart
Even with no love
I'll always beg
Beg for you to
forget me not
I cannot love you
For I have no love
So please pack your bags and leave
But don't let me know
I'll sip my alcohol and slit my throat
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
O these trust issues will be the death of me
Don't really fear much
But with you there's much to fear
O when will the time come
When I find out you lied to me
O how deep does your rabbit hole of secrets go
O I wonder if I even want to know
What have you done
O how much will it scar me
I know wounds heal
But what about the scared tissue beneath the skin
O how bad will it be
Never feared a broken heart
O but how broken would it be
Would the pieces be swept up by the ragging wind?
O would they be cast in different direction
Only speculation is my friend
O these trust issues will be the death of me
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
I stood there mute
Words harnessed in my throat ragging against the cage of reason
But I could not hurt you
The way you have hurt me
The deep trenches of doubt
The bleeding **** of shame
And the liquid infection of your love
My love
And its mutated form
Eatting away at the insides of my mind
Heart a black mass of rotted feted meat
But I could not hurt you
With the words I wanted to scream
With the torement of my soul
The tearing of scarred
Lightly burned insides
I could not wound you
With the lash of my angered tongue
The righteous injustice I have felt
For my own sake
I could not make you anguish
Over love like I have done
Still do and will do
Until you decide you don't need me
Even with you standing
There on in the gravel lot
Breath a warm cloud
And eyes sincere
Questioning me
Asking me
What you have done wrong
What you deserved to know
But I could not hurt you
With the truth
With the pretty lies
Or with honest half's
So I said nothing
Breathed deep
And tried not to cry
Looking away
Off into the setting sun
I could not hurt you
Warm lips on forehead crown
Hands touching
A face drawn in reluctant tears
A chest
The pleated plaid of button down
Steady rhythm of heart
I could not hurt you
My unpredictable rock
Tearing me down
Building me up
Tripping my tongue
And trapping my thought
I could not hurt you
My weakest spot.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
*She is just like any other, only she harbors a dark secret inside.
On the outside she smiles and laughs, but within she has already died.
But hey, smile, make them believe the lie.
I bet you didn't know, all she does at night is cry.
But hey we all have our secrets, I bet even you bury them within.
She isn't dead, because she was raised to believe Suicide is a sin.
She goes to the only safe haven she knows, words.
They sing the most beautiful song of the birds.
They wrap her up nice and tight.
They hold her until everything in the world is right.
Words are the most beautiful thing in her world, the only thing.
They ease the pain of the blade, take away its sting.
Nothing matters when she falls into the world of words.
She finds a sanctuary with the nerds.
There is a hole left in her soul.
She is searching for her missing piece to finally be whole.
She has a secret even bigger than the storm ragging through her mind..
She has battle scars covering he whole body, they are unkind.
The horrific scene on her body is nothing like the damage in her head.
her body is cloaked in dread, she knows she should be dead.
They bully her more than anyone knows..
That's probably because it never shows.
Haven't you ever wondered about the sweatshirts and pants?
They way she moves as though she is in a trance?
Going through the motions, holding together a shattered life.
She drags the blade of a knife...
It takes a lot to hold together the razor edged pieces of a broke heart.
She is a masterpiece, a true work of art.
The angels made her special, inside and out.
Best believe she will make it through this world, no doubt.
The pain will one day subside.
She will know she could have always done more; tried..
She won't give up, because a few don't want her to be on this earth.
She will stay, fulfill her dreams, be a mother; prove she has worth.
This isn't the ending, but a whole new beginning, one she will choose.
It will all begin with Love as her muse.*
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
crushing dabs
like Brits with ****
ragging on the braggarts
for being ********
mastering fascism
like I’m in a classroom
learning to bridegroom
and lower the boom
eating shrooms
faster than a pig truffling
feathers ruffling
feet shuffling
feeling the scruff again
as I rub my chin
and I begin mashing the rascals
and stashing the raffle wins
like at Bingo hassling
the troll doll queen
bout to bring this to a ring
and sing to all ya’ll songs
of wax and things…..
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Anger flows through me. It's rapid and unstoppable. Savage waves of strong emotion perform furious tosses and turns inside me. They are maddening, and yet still majestic. I can't take them out. They will take over me and I wont be able to do anything about it. They can't transform into tears; I'm too angry. Ragging flames can't turn into water. Oh my, what shall I do? My fingers twitch nervously trying to find a solution. My hands know it before my brain can process it and I grab a nearby pen.
I grab the aching pencil and a poor notebook that was there at the wrong time. My victims are waiting to be messengers of my dilemmas. Writing tool in hand, I fiercely attack the innocent paper. Rage pours from my soul to my hand and through the pen, to end up in the form of not-so-neatly-written letters. Words start to take form, and later on, sentences. Those sentences are screaming so loud but they are silenced, trapped in the sheet of paper. My words are are charged with everything that once was in inside me, poisoning me and my objective view of life. Words flow from my fingers in fast, impatient movements. I'm anxious, but it will be over soon.
I stop. It's all out. Now that all of that, all my frustration, is all in the ink-marked paper. It looks at me in disgust, as the inky traces try to make their way out of the paper. They liked it better here. They had a more audible voice, they think? Not so true.
Every ounce of negativity has now left me and I'm exhausted but happy.
I relax and fall into the mattress of my comfy bed in the soundless night, and smile to myself.
My angry thoughts (turned into words) are shouting at me from the floor, where I left them, I can't help to laugh at the sight.
I sigh contentedly and drift off to a dreamless, unperturbed sleep.
Detached form my pessimism.
Happy.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
When you finally grasp the spiritual warfare tactics of the evil one.
When you finally take back control over your own mind and keep it.
When you finally realize where the true war is happening at .
When you finally allow Gods word to soothe and control your mind.
Then you shall become a victorious spiritual warrior for our God.
So many people whom walk around clueless to what is happening.
But there is a battle ragging in each of our minds every single day.
We have to decide on whom are we giving control of our minds to.
Are we going to give our thoughts to Jesus or the **** satan.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC