"repudiation" poems
**You want to read little pristine pretty posies
not get involved betwixt & ignore the thorns of life
whatcha gonna do when your scratch becomes infected
hiding in the bushes of denial will get you hives
of the contradicting type, bucking like a bronco
amidst the flowery storm clouds of refusal
riding through wild fields of four leaf clovers
on unicorns wings of phantasmal puff'd perfectly pink skies
pseudo fairy tales conjured up in the mind
never to cross the median line of reality's mock deception
swallow the chimerical pill of inauthentic utopia
just be sure your mythical allegory never plays havoc
in your secret garden of rainbow streaming sublimity,
the fall is greater from the zenith of repudiation**
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:06 AM UTC
In the form of transparent, bundled tumbleweed
it allows us to breathe, the continuation
of carbon dioxide creation, the movement
of clouds and mists and birds, certain natural disasters,
being able to skim bays at a full sail
or the next step a plane takes after taxiing.
It includes us in the endless repudiation of itself
that it can't seem to – no matter how it may try –
reverse or cure, bringing earlier
peoples to know it as a supernatural force
(there was simply no other reasonable choice available).
And for some reason
it keeps engaging in pyromania as it aids and abets
whatever impulsive firework-lighting-thrill-seekers
or placid cigarette-butt-litterers did or did not
purposefully do.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
Fear of absolution, relishing of hindrance.
A wall of black, darkness that rests within
To fall under blistering defeat to reiterate the blood red scrolls of sin.
Decimate remains of a hallowed grave,
Torment and desire to those who strayed.
Falter under knowledge of an atrocious cause,
Beg for the black widow to hear you call.
Succumb to the temptation of a lustrous quintessence,
Grasp at the hot wind of a deserts blast.
Underestimate the repudiation of the reserved contrast,
To be forever forgotten, but to always last.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
she was a neophyte to her own life,
syncopated heart beats to a still night.
occluded love behind steel bars.
ubraided her brain With mind scars.
staying reticent to the people her own home,
her transitory smile was well known.
for her smile was a beautiful sight.
it was left with the vestige of a loveless light.
only repudiation to what people preached,
feeling that her soul was a disparate beast.
her idiosyncrasies were inhuman in nature.
said to be intractable in her own behaviour.
never did she speak to humankind.
but inside her head was a loquacious mind.
only wanting a stasis within her sadness.
only to be taken by insanity and madness.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
So frequently do we hear
of the intoxicated eyes
with nothing behind them.
So frequently do they face
repudiation
from the isolated introvert.
They can't see straight
they can't think straight
they willfully walk the line of self destruction.
These eyes swirl around me,
and here I stand:
confused and fascinated.
A brief feeling of at home:
surrounded by eyes
as empty as mine.
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:41 PM UTC
*...when the quiet transfixed my eyes,
finally realized your darkly overt tenor
no matter how often you change colors
beastly burdens invasion upon mine soul
piranha eating flesh of thy innocent young
professing peace, love, interminable charity
wolf in sheep masquerade of disavowel's claws
scraping bottom of bowels and viscera
have you no soul, even fiends take offense
cut thy own tongue and feed it unto thy ego
wallowing in the contradictions thine own self
repudiation will be thou own ruination in* HELL
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re worthless.”
“You’re able.”
“You will fail.” “You’re empowered.”
“You’re weak.”
“Be you.”
“Let us fix you.”
This is just the start to the plethora of lies that constantly contradict themselves through lustful eyes that objectify and ads that give the “flawless formula” that may just grant you one glance from that wayfaring guy.
One second it’s edification and the next it’s an abundance of filthily crippling lies; most have ceased to even recognize the truth among these fables. I’ve noticed that the paradox of perfection that we are feeding this generation has poisoned them.
They’ve lost their direction because the messages endlessly alter and they are now left with the enchantingly eerie tune of rejection. The consistency they long for is constantly being drowned in the depth of the repudiation brought on by this culture and its lies.
It’s reached the ****** at which they no longer know what it is they should despise.
So they despise themselves.
Heartbreakingly unaware that they are loved,
Wanted,
And free.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
With a gust of air, you blow our minds,
with your loaned swag
Your style's a brag, you life's a rug
Still, we node our heads in deep
worship to the dose of your repudiation
You bought yourself a high status, just
for mere acceptance
And you were left disposed of your real
personality,
Just for a sheer popularity?
But when we snap back to reality,
there's a void inside your heart,
A broken girl, with a lot insecurities
cries out
Craving a simple and faultless life,
For underneath all that glamour, there's
a vacuous and enstranged soul
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Just a note to those here who
Are not familar with me
I AM NOT BERYL DOV
And for those that do know me
WELL DANG!!!!You already knew that.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
What is this?
What arrogance
to be dissatisfied with bliss
What am I?
That I find myself like a Danish price
contemplating molecular physics
If there could be but one thing through which I could reach
from the tips of my toes to the ends of my ariels
let it speak to me now or remain forever ephemeral
Tempt me not with silence nor sentient reflection
let me sit idle
while a host of doubts with carousing inflections
rend peace from the oath used to praise your perfection
the redoubt of certainty a false satisfaction
but I will seek it no less, lest my own moral code
on the floor lie here prone
Be still
Who are you to challenge me?
My own self?
HA! You are nothing
less than a vaporous belch,
repudiation of the shelf
from which this retched book of life was wrenched
No the end for you can come not too soon
unless it be for that which you are
A cankerous man ***** feeding on the life that was not given
but taken from others AND from yourself
I know not you
Unless I do
Unless I do
For all that was, is and was, was mirage
Smoke to the mirrors, dust in the sunshine
caught by the exhaled breath of nothingness
Cancer in the heart or lung make no difference to the boatman
BEGONE
Waste not my time with salutations
nor grave maunderings on that which could have been
nor with pleasantries and optimism
I have no use for these baubles of ego
BEGONE I SAID
What would you be without meat to shrine that temple of mind?
A magician?
A sorcerer?
Some glorified seamstress of witty offal
set to ram fill mouths of the bantering rabble
NO! I shall not cowtow to the nicetities of your excess, nor of mine
Our colours are grey NOT black and white
we shall drown beneath stone until resurrection day
and even then we shall rot in our graves for there IS NO GOAD
not to man, beast or rock NO GOAD that science shall not uncover, no lack
that in wondrous doubt we shall **** to deny the self-evident fact
that we are nothing and everything combined in one shell
decomposing rapidly, a death knell for the self
is the salutary cry for the immobile stone laid on my brow
for the rustling tree
for the wild fox and the mutated accessories to our loneliness
they shall be freed and they shall feast upon our corpses
and not a day too soon
and not a day too soon
so sayeth the bard from his everlasting gloom.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
Empty compliments
But sincere goodbyes
Shallow pools
Of abysmal lies
Stupid apologies
And awkward conversations
Supposed truth
And repudiation
Always ignoring
What's really true
Always ignoring what's there
Me and You
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 7:28 AM UTC
I may not be your long lost prince,
It doesn't matter how much it hurts;
How deep your repudiation cuts through me.
Five years is never a travesty,
This is not infatuation as you might think.
Every night, how I wish upon a star;
That someday my love, that you may care for me,
as much as I do for you.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
My feelings have been out of control lately.
I'm one of those people
The ones who never have anything to say people
Who are ashamed to be understood
Not knowing that understanding is a greater good... People
Yeah, I'm one of THOSE people
The ones who are afraid to ask a question-
Because they can't seem to handle REJECTION
Afraid that a QUESTION may lead to REJECTION
Therefore a simple question isn't worth the repudiation
Yeah, I'm one of those people.
The ones who can't seem to breathe right
Can’t seem to eat light
Yeah........ One of those people.
I just wish I was normal.....
Not to be justified
By my EMOTIONS being magnified
or my screams being AMPLIFIED....
And even though I try to be greater than what I'm meant to be,
I still end up as one of THOSE people...
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
Allured by her presence,
you rise
Sheer power,
She yields,
And you submit
To its potency
Of imminence she reeks,
you know,
And fall into a slumber,
Of repudiation,
you reek
Before your very eyes,
She breathes life into death
And you reform
your ways
You watch her transform
A pair of wings,
She sets off with,
Shrugging off the feeble protective shell of past
For too long you try
To reach out,
Only to realise,
Your wings
Are clipped
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
You can’t be serious all of the time
Because there are bellowing tyrants around
Who bully and demand, who preach and screech
Whose arguments are threats and censorship
Recusancy is their worst enemy
A casual indifference to their demands
A refusal to wear their branded livery
And clenching one’s fist around only
A brush
A pen
A wrench
A book
A thought
A hope
If all you do is to react, they win -
You can’t be serious all of the time
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
All the blessings; The **** of the Holy Spirit,
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George Golanini, the gradient of George, King
George of 3 Gray scents. Go to the cathedral
for the funeral's funeral. Everyone heard about them,
the phone came to Pharaoh,
the others were asleep and very happy and delighted.
Hold the tooth with your fingers.
It is made of silk, but not in chains.
drink. Asian-American tigers
have 3 American and German citizens.
Six German frogs offer language arts,
computer games in the bank of the United States.
You lose your freedom of arrest.
The relatives of William Tell have found the world.
Mexico breaks the white list.
The population of Saudi Arabia
is about 400 grams. 2. Try adding placemarks,
check boxes and prices. Thank you for the devil,
the prophets, the prophets
and the good poets. Cornflowers,
A small book begins with a small western phrase.
Women's position. The oil descends
on the mountains. This is a golden crown
and a golden gold symbol.
Use negation nəgāSHən Definitions
of negation Substantive 1,
the contradiction or negation
of something must be confirmation
or negation of the findings
Synonyms: negation of contradiction,
repudiation's refutation of refutation;
nullify the cancellation's revocation,
repeal the abrogation 2, the absence
or the opposite of something
in reality, or positive evil is not
only the negation of goodness;
Synonyms: opposite opposite
opposites opposite, converse
converse, inverse absence
of examples of negation.
It can only be identified
by its negation of modernism;
Because its architecture is free
of perception, it has no form
of its own. 29 more examples
of Synonyms of negation.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
ambitious, surreptitious, the divine, habitats mesic
renounced, from the zenith to the horizon, blue the firmament, the heyday
of the Hohenzollern, hurrying stars challenging the sun, hues
unidentified for imputation, wild actions for massive
vile feasts, surrender although merciless, render mustered
defenders of night a promised glory of summer days, top hamper's
ephemeral shadows, read missals, winds high
nocturnal, sempiternal, temperaments submissive or passive, missives
from the gullible victimised given the defenders of divinity
toil and moil for wondrous eyes of immortals, look
to the future although worthless, perfumes of irascible
Arabia, all charged with statistics mendacious, an affinity
for false repudiation, parasitic Memphis inundated with unlucky
calls tendentious, sunglow tombolos put at risk
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
To Be Pressed By A Dumbbell
Two fifteen pound
steely danse sing
wrought iron dumbbells
ill-tempered, impatiently,
and intensely a weight
their turn to hmm... press me,
and forthwith dense trait
heavy handed prestidigitation
to yours truly, this primate
currently attempting
to craft sad excuse
for a poem, sans far fetched
notion, aye trite re: late
engendering, foisting, and goading
bizarre lifelike qualities
to inanimate solid helpmate
to build (and/or oven
just tone) muscles bitterly, painfully,
resignedly wince, where washboard
abdomen long a goner
impossible to recoup,
whar hide didst narrate
ting hours sculpting great
former Adonis build
on these, now nada so lovely
bones, and experience
spiritual strife to oscillate,
perhaps witness sing
angst to esse skill late
heady feeling healthy vim within
myself, how just
with verily at least dedicate
half hour exercise can be great
for body, mind, and
soul triage, otherwise...
basic gravitational laws
of physics gladly
hand me unwanted fate,
how gradually physique
will eventually demonstrate
flabby, droopy, and
unwanted addy post tissue create
ting another reason to berate,
castigate, emasculate, where
self repudiation will germinate
(albeit, thence in extremis), yours truly
doth relinquish fitness regime
resulting sparking, and taste
testing casus belli dictate
tête-à-tête, viz hasty
unconditional surrender to
a void mortal kombat,
which latter, would exterminate,
the forces of yin and yang,
re: lee (I rub hurts) loch cur,
thence finding me fraught,
(yule hiss see - uselessly)
grant ting soul
option to disintegrate,
in the event emotional civil war,
rents asunder every fiber
of mine being, which
wrath wracked wraith self destruction
twill woefully satiate.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Yes, we have them.
Many time through complacent tell them.
Without realizing comes repercussions.
When it's too late to regret repudiation.
Then , a wise voice offer wisdom of truth.
When they states, a secret's only told when you tell them.
For only then do anyone knows about them.
Stay silent.
Stay quiet.
And guessing will all it be.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC