"repudiate" poems
Up at the poles,
towards the north of the north,
in those magical skies,
exists a Goddess called Aurora Borealis.
Full of her vivid electromagnetic charm,
and her luminous green path of pure sheer light,
appeared in my dreams and whispered in my ears,
"Why don't you join me here for a night?"
I said I wish I could but I have a responsibility to bear,
She replied, " C'mon now sweet girl, your job is right here.
Channel your energy through me and I will give you everything you desire."
I agreed to her and closed my eyes,
of course, how would I repudiate the Goddess of Dawn and Ice?
Lifting my head in surprise,
following her line of sight,
far off the velvety night.
She came close to me and whispered, " But what is it that you no longer fear?"
I opened my eyes in surprise to only watch her disappear,
and that is when I realized,
it's time to dream higher than the Ionosphere.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
365
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
Then crouch within the door—
Red—is the Fire’s common tint—
But when the vivid Ore
Has vanquished Flame’s conditions,
It quivers from the Forge
Without a color, but the light
Of unanointed Blaze.
Least Village has its Blacksmith
Whose Anvil’s even ring
Stands symbol for the finer Forge
That soundless tugs—within—
Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the Designated Light
Repudiate the Forge—
3k
I will not attribute honor
To easy principles and claims
That war is just a plaything
Of the murderous insane
For the Jews of Amsterdam
For the outcasts and the lame
The hard won liberation
For honor lays good claim
Let’s not attribute honour
Or repudiate the same
Without examination
Of the motives in the frame
Behind each complex battle
To bring calm or to inflame
Ten thousand tiny choices
One for honor, one for shame.
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 3:14 PM UTC
Advocate of the nonexistant
You are all bends encircling
Circuts of truth verses lies is removed
When diagram of entrails is eviscerated
Attestation that hinders, lingers beyond
Concealing, subsisting, not we
Nothings are baseless, breathing is useless
Repudiate this knowing at once
Doctrines and concepts have derrived
Theories are growing while eras moved on
Delusions set in when axiom gone
Delusions are not when one dies
Attestation that hinders, lingers afar
Concealing, subsisting, not I
Everything's baseless, breathing is useless
Repudiate this knowing at once
Prostulate the higher is there
We all crave desolate space
Subside from afar a seperate reaps
Subside from afar there is none
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
One Sunday
On one of our many births
We
must become the Pappa and Mamma
of an ancient Nazrani tharavadu.
I will go in the morning
And return with
A kilo of beef meat
With bones
Two kilos of tapioca
And may be also a *** of toddy
From the toddy tapper.
While I slice the meat
You will crush the coconut mix
In the grinding stone.
I will come, now and then,
And wipe my face
In the chatta and mundu
Draped folds of yours.
Go away you shameless man
You will dub
The slogan of a coy mistress.
Meanwhile
I’ll drum quick rhythms
On your buttocks
Graced
With pleats.
The kids will see
You’ll repudiate, with your eyes
With the sun
Our bodies also will get warmer
Drops of sweat
Will make studs
On your
Nose.
With the fold of
My chequered mundu
I will wipe them off.
The sun will grow warmer
The toddy inside
Will simmer
In our bodies
An insatiable hunger will torment.
The aroma of
The beef curry with the coconut mix
That you cooked
Will drift into my nose.
Unable to control the craving
I will pick
Tapioca pieces from it and eat.
The hot bits will smolder my tongue.
“You Glutton”
You will then
Whisper to my ears
By the time I wash my hands and sit
Calling out to the kids
And you, to come for lunch
The 12.30 bell will ring in the church.
From that unexpected
Sunday
Which we spent
Stingily
We will set aside
Some memories
for the next creation.
Trans: Shyma P
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
*"Every inordinate cup is
unblessed and the ingredient is a devil."*
The sun has set and the switch between
lives is applicable.
We are all dead tonight. Frozen
in a hidden world far away from
innocence and frowning faces.
Far past the sun and far past
plastic cups and lost inhibitions,
lost in a torrent of ecstasy:
we transform into beasts.
Beyond this and so much more
Beyond undeserving smiles and lustful pursuits
Beyond "no regrets" and spilt drinks
And hollow laughter and moonlit faces
And spins and joy and misery and
And
and this, and so much more.
I will never grow old... I will never grow old.
*And let me the canakin clink
clink*
'Pandora left all but hope,
I watched the world unfold from out in a cage,
it was quite beautiful until I lived a life there.
The world I see is not the world I live.
Dare I to choose a life sanctity?
To repudiate the winelife and sit in silence, pure?
I will find pain in both worlds.
Might as well have fun in our misery.'
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 3:43 PM UTC
The fragments of the sumptuous
thirty-plus
have been dispersed about me
These shards, not merely placed
here accidentally, rather having found
their way through
the hands of one who would have
them for a night
then repudiate them.
That’s how it would seem
to the hordes of eyes
who’s business goes unattended
for that sole reason.
Now it is my duty to live
with a title others who
bear the plague of
an unburdened
dangling protuberance
as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable.
Through those very eyes
they exert themselves to live
vicariously through
your eyes.
How foolish are the feeble minded.
to so easily set out
on a self cataclysmic odyssey.
When viewed from the eyes of
the sumptuous thirty-plus
the perspective have been
effectively skewed.
The acclaim you were once
engrossed in has altered.
Transmutation has taken effect.
Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes
will subsume
the feeble minded
Thus creating only one
possibly point of terminus:
solitary confinement.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
I am being born
again
and again
From above
Not from the will of men
And in these births is one aching desire
to connect with you
my sister, my bride
I'll never have another Lover
I've always had infinite lovers
My awareness has contracted
In order to expand
explosively
Come and drink with me
Let us have our fill of love
Intoxicating
Our spirits touching one another
tenderly
and willingly
Let us open one another
To the vulnerability
That love requires
Throwing down our shields and weapons
to see the fruit of our desires
Oh, the pangs of this inexpressible love
Come away with me
Come away and drink with me
It is with my blood that I write these words to you
My blood is spirit
My very life
I will never lose a single one of you
Friends and lovers
We could never lose each other
Wandering alone through Maya
all along, the illusion drawing us together
This is our primal nature
Forsake the law
And repudiate morality
This is our very destiny
Let us be naked
Let us expose ourselves
Let us share ourselves freely
Let us connect completely
What is the law
if not only
the darkest magic
We have ever found ourselves enslaved to?
Hyper-rationality
Fed good and evil from the same tree
Enlightenment Apollo
Darkening our Dionysian revelry
But it was for a purpose
Transcending means including
But with equality
Why should Apollo rule Dionysius?
Why should Bacchus yield to the hammer of Hephaestus?
Can you see we've always been completely innocent?
Do you still imagine that Love includes any imperfection?
Can you see that we are One and only One?
And that the One is always absolutely perfect?
Oh, our folly
Of free will and control
Don't we know that we are each and every one
A multitude?
I am a community
I fulfill the law of my community's desire
And care for all of them tenderly
But I do not exert control
I am community
Come commune with me
We'll express the inexpressible
Playfully
In turn
We are each communities
Let our communities partake together
Of this Dionysian revelry
Making love from dusk till dawn
Then making love again
Let us leave the law and moral code
For other women, other men
Love under will
And fulfill
the law of
do what thou will
Only Love can thus possess you
But know that Love, this Chief of Daimons
Had possessed you before you ever thought of Her
Her name is
Being, Consiousness, and Bliss
Have I merely drunk too much?
No, I cannot ever have my fill
Let me dream of friends and lovers
Let me love under the Will
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 10:47 PM UTC
oh how misleading time can be
never to bring out ones good
because evil in you is all I can see
retracing these steps will get you nowhere
but journeys like this are pointless
we should just turn around and head back there
then I'll be a hypocrite
and I refuse to be you
complications like this simplify reality
because we're ready for what's next
we can turn our lives into a story
you told me I'd never be satisfied with that life
as if you remember
it's way too easy for me
thanks to you I'll never be content
thanks to you I can't be happy
I have to fix this problem now
with time never on my side
it's getting worse against my vow
I'll listen to the clock tick
as I watch you smoke a cigarette
and I think "oh what a hypocrite"
I'm running out of time before you run away
too bad I've gone insane
it makes our state seem so inane
just repudiate me like before
crawl up in the garbage you call a lifestyle
and don't get mad because you're pushing me away even more
I consider it more as time goes by
that you can never be helped
you are draining me of my life
I accept that you won't be fine
my last days won't be spent on you
and that only kills me in sooner time
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
I’m so tired of the superficial
Tired of the cliché
So tired of the inconsequential repetition.
I was begging you to love me
I have always given you the best of me
But you thank me by stalling
Like the best of me wasn’t enough.
You can’t say a simple word
Just to gratify my heart in the end?
You say you’re finished with me.
Fine.
Either way I swear,
I salute to you.
Because there is this vast mountain to climb boys…
If you’re my guy…
Understand this…
I want an incomprehensible love.
I want you to not stare into my eyes, but my soul.
I want our hearts to be so loud.
I want my brain to go wild, spinning in circles.
I want you to love to hear my name escape your lips.
I want you to miss my voice inevitably.
I want you to hold my hand to never see me frown.
I want you to not be too shy to be grabby and needy,
Just softly hug your smile to mine when it all goes down.
You want to get away from it all?
Get away from the things I live?
Well if you yield to stop
You can forget to publish your mark.
See if I care.
I won’t okay your proclaims.
I will repudiate,
Discard,
Decline,
Refuse,
Jilt that very first day,
I’m not going to dedicate this poem to you.
All I wanted was to be wanted by you
But I was so Naïve,
Before I swore I’d miss you
But things change.
I thought you had helped me find
Who I was supposed to be
But time slows down and she’s all wrong.
I have taken a deep breath and say it’s not true.
See?
Again you confuse me.
So I appoint you a hail to get the hell out.
So I just tweaked my love list,
And I said no to you.
Keep acting cool
Around everyone else
They don’t know what a ***** you are,
Though I wish they did,
But life isn’t like that,
And I say no, no, no.
And I promise you,
You’ll never see me with someone like you again
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
part of the issue is that people spend so much time
trying to quantify paradise;
trying to delineate
what exactly it would look like,
and what the air would taste like.
that’s not necessarily plausible.
the imaginations of men
are acquiescent to their
experiences.
as a species,
we form opinions based on
societal designs that stress a need
for instant judgement.
we’re contained in
an age of information and instance;
an age that has rendered
deliberation
and reflection archaisms --
tasks delegated to philosophers
and poets
and writers for literary magazines,
and other ‘nonessential’ social functions.
“nonessential” because of a permanent,
entirely pervasive air
of cynicality
and ignorance
that has descended upon us
as a species.
I digress;
people decide
what they delight in, and
what they detest;
what they revere, or
what they repudiate,
based on quick decisions
and first impressions.
this is paradise
and there is nothing else to see
don’t
you
think
you’ve
seen it all?
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
my life,
twenty years bearing
my heart to those who
would repudiate
me as soon as
the chance
surfaced
i wonder if you think
of me
and then i stop wondering
about you
i can no longer love anyone
else more than i
love myself
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
As one of the blue-jacketed workers
As a defiant student
As a child of poverty
Who never had a bicycle to ride to the Sorbonne
I repudiate your vivid red flags
And your graduate-school keyboard revolution
And your catalogue of cliches’ and cant
And your crawling housefly symbolism
As one of the blue-jacketet workers
As a defiant student
After an all-night shift in the plastics factory
I like my cuppa Earl Grey tea in my bleeding hands
Someday I’ll have a bourgeois balcony
And from it look down on your stereotypes
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 3:54 PM UTC
Abater, wherein art thou?
Hung in hopeless romantic gallow's?
Stuck in a cloud?
Abdicate this volition repudiate
The time is now;
For the pearlied gate's.
Proliferation's hit mine glut
None staying behind;
No if's, and's, or what's.
Grandiose word's from other's, to much saidst
Guile liar's;
Of unholiness.
Fidelity gone unseen
Lost in the finesse of foment dream's;
Daunting foresight, dearth belief
Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!
Abstinent, they locketh their beak's
Their two people by nature, masked freaks;
Giveth thee evidence, of non-concrete
They shuffleth their feet, for defaming fun.
Biographer's, of their own self
Don't careth, for noone else;
Trap us in a wanting hell, wherein croon's art pain, pain is swell..
We fall
We fell
In their devour....... .
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Is ignorance truly the path to bliss?
*Walk the avenue of emptiness
& discover the strange meaning of peace.
When life fades into a soft monochrome,
A translucent, angelic mist of white
Descends like tinsels of lucid satin
Gliding from an opened window…*
Blinding the soul?
*Here the docile mind flutters like a snowflake
Guided by the gentle push of tepid winds,
Perfectly content to wallow in this
Incandescent void of thoughtlessness;
A realm that’s absent of philosophy;
A realm that’s absent of a direction.*
But at what cost?
*Repudiate your dreams & beliefs;
Empty them from your mind & let them plummet
Out your ears as if they were violent
Rivulets cascading from a mountain
Crevice & lathering on jagged rocks
Below... do this and you will walk this road.*
**Is ignorance truly the path to bliss?
An existence without the joys of life?
Without the power of choice & thought?
Without clear individuality?**
It is a shame if so.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Abater where art thou?
Hung in gallows?
Stuck on cloud?
Abdicate this volition repudiate
The time is now
For the pearlied gate's,
Profliations hit mine glut
No staying behind
If, and's or what's......
Grandiose word's from others, to much said
Guile betrayer's
Of unholiness!!!!!!
Fidelity gone unseen
Lost in finesse of torment dreams
Daunting foresight, dearth belief's
Snakes with teeth, to slither thine audacity!!!!!
Abstinent they locketh their beak's
Two people in their bipolar nature, masked freaks,
Giveth thee evidence of non-concrete
They shuffle their feet for defaming fun!!!!
Biographer's of their own self
Don't care for noone else,
Trap us in a limbo hell
Wherein croon's art pains, pain is swell
We fall
We fell........
In their devour!!!!!!!
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
Let's not be afraid to make a stand
Against hate and bigotry on this land
Let's stop the hypocrites cold
Now. Let's repudiate their old
Ideas and their archaic and spurious values
Let's unmask them and expose their views
Sectarianism may be a fancy or ostentatious word
To talk about racism. But it is the same sharp sword
Which can decapitate and destroy good people
Bigotry is bad. May you be white, black or purple
Let's be against white prejudice
Let's be against black prejudice
Let's be against ignorance and intolerance
Let's vote for love, intelligence and common sense
Say NO, loud and clear to bigotry
Vote NO, against racism and hate
Vote for love, equality, and liberty
Expose and vote against the candidate
Who despises the Muslims, the Mexicans
The Syrians and the wounded Veterans
They are all our brothers and sisters
Who are suffering under strange situation
Let's vote against the bigots and the haters
Let's say NO to racism, and take action
At the voting booth. Let's vote for UNITY
And togetherness. Together: we are strong
Divided: we are weak, stupid and wrong
Let's find no excuses, let's defeat the followers
Of ****** Mussolini, the Third ***** the haters
Who are sneaky, deceitful, duplicitous, and shady
We are ONE against the bullies of this country
Let's vote for LOVE, freedom, liberty, and fraternity
Let's vote against sectarianism, hate, and bigotry
Today, tomorrow, and forever
Love is eternal; love is better.
Copyright © November,2016 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 2:05 AM UTC
Your verisimilitude is deceiving. The memories we've shared are momentous. I thought there would be a probability of "us" but you rebuff the love I've showed and left me confused. The inception of our story is the part which I loved the most. This past few days I was lost and crestfallen by the memory of you. I never felt reluctant on every word you said and promised. But they were just words, words that will never be executed. I need to obviate myself from hoping. Our love became prosaic as you slowly repudiate this nerve racking feelings of mine. The thought of you should unyoked my mind for my heart opposes with my common sense. Thank you for watching me as I fall.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
One should never regret coming away
From any crowd, and certainly not now:
Their loving voices are raised in chants of hate
And their funny hats aren’t funny at all
Their ultimate freedom is the freedom to
Obey with love the loudest loving leader
Who twists their supplicant hands to fists of love
For beating harmony into us all
One will never regret coming away
From any crowd, and certainly not today
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
Backspace
Remove
Cut out
Obliterate
Expun
Cancel
Omit
Efface
Demolish
Terminate
Revoke
Eradicate
Blot out
Negate
Extinguish
Undo
Disengage
Erase
Abridge
Repudiate
Void
Retract
Abrogate
What is our purpose here, other than to regret things we cannot delete?
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
In Life, Ephemeral In Death, Oblique
One in the same
Together Unique
While Life is a series of Twists and turns
Death is a summary of what someone has learned
This is a story of a boy and a girl
Who lived their lives in a very small world
The boy had planned on a very long day
While the girl was eager on passing away
He wanted to travel from place to place
She wanted to depart with a hurried pace
The man living Life, thought to be immune
As the girl's luck seemed to run inopportune
Both deciding to repudiate
All the lies they were told, designed to obliterate
The form of his optimism left in his wake
And the shape of her sorrow giving her heartache
Death seems so bleak, avoiding the light
Life a beautiful lie, it’s truths it will not cite
Searching for items from origins of avarice
Seeing the world from her eyes of pure justice
Rendering their actions in Life and Death Tedious
His logic, complex and seeming sarcastic
Her logic, ironic maybe even fantastic
An entreatment for guidance was all that he sought
A plethora of skepticism deepens the plot
Their mindsets so morbid, often inordinate
Hearken the call and quit with the obstinate
Exploring the abstruse way of life
Creating a way to progress without strife
Life forcing his early resignation
Resonant in her memories
She plummets into lamentation
In life Ephemeral In Death oblique
One in the same
Together unique
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
I won't equivocate.
Vile lies, I'll repudiate
before it's too late.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 7:19 PM UTC
Love and the Sunday Funnies
We will not turn on the radio today
We will repudiate its veto over us
We will silence its news and its noise
We will not wait upon its appointed hours
We will sit in the windowlight and read
Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies
-The funnies!
Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh
About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree
And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves
Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 2:37 PM UTC
Never repudiate a spiritual heart
you may be its only property
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC