"ridiculing" poems
humanity’s great at ignoring ****** abuse, assault, and ****
but when it happens again, humanity’s mouth is agape
humanity’s great at calling girls ****** and *****
and disregarding people’s burns and cuts
humanity’s great at sneering at lesbians and gays
and watching people starve themselves for days
humanity’s great at letting kids use drugs as an escape
and ignoring all the overdoses that are about to take shape
humanity’s great at ridiculing masculine girls and feminine boys
and playing with people’s minds as if they are mere toys
humanity’s great at starting wars over religion and race
thinking that violence will put people in their place
humanity fights all its battles with no mercy or grace
and when humanity realizes his mistake
don’t expect him to show his face
expect nothing but for him to plead his case
and his excuse is that everyone but him is an utter disgrace
humanity’s great at denying people their rights
humanity’s even better at reading people their last rites
humanity’s the best at acting like nothing’s wrong
humanity’s the best at playing along
when really everything around him is falling apart
but don’t you know, humanity has no heart
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
**We are a funny lot
As in, seriously… we delve into ‘funny’ a lot
Very rarely does a day go by
That I don’t come across something that cracks my funny bone…
Or as a Kenyan would put it ‘makes me just die!’
Body bag
The Kenyan
This specimen of human is always quick and capable of ridiculing anyone’s apparent "swag"
Everyone gets a turn here… so do not huff when you’re ‘it’
There must be a reason you joined this dissing game… this unique Kenyan version of ‘tag’
Just remember
The rules are simple, really
Keep it above the belt, unless upon exception...
They also clearly allow one to feign concession
Yes, these rules highly encourage strategic deception
Kind of like what our politicians do before the main election
But also if you paint a target on your back… you will get shot at...
By everyone… and I mean everyone
I haven’t seen anyone do that and elude the social media firing squad yet
Computers and phones in this case, acting as the internet's version of the bayonet
And watch closely if you’re ‘it’… for the inevitable, the friends that will stab you in the back
It’s bound to happen, as much as this may ****
The memes will come by the truck load… in what may seem like a self driven truck…
With a life of its own
Just ask Susan Mirfat
The most recently owned!
We’re a funny lot I tell you
Loose cannons almost
Our leaders’ shenanigans, our parents’ semantics and our own clownish antics…
Prove that despite…
How mature as a country we've become…
We’re still all just a bunch of children, inside.**
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
Too much power
Bestowed on the unworthy
Left power powerless
Going berserk within
And causing havoc outside
Ridiculing the essence of power
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
When you called me
I waited a second to answer
Anxiety shook my body to its core
In that second time shifted
That second turned into 5 seconds
Then into 30 seconds
By then the phone stopped ringing
I never knew what heartbreak was
I was naive when it came to love
But somehow my perspective shifted
I felt my heartbreak in those 30 seconds
The phone rang again
And I watched it’s blinking red lights-
Mock the tears streaming down my face
I backed away
The phone screamed with desperation
Its screams ridiculing my heart
Laughing at the cracks forming
Missed calls
Most people don’t know the true meaning behind the name
I do
They call them that because they are missed conversations
Missed hopes, missed second chances
They are able to make someone miss you
I do not answer his calls anymore
It hurts too much to give myself false hope
When he just wants friendship
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Not a day goes by that you don’t see me,
Sitting in my bed, alone.
I waste away.
You ignore my screams.
How apathetic can a caretaker be?
Water teeters on the edge of my nightstand,
Just outside my reach.
All I ask is one drop to wet my cracking lips.
Do you even care to end my pain?
You know that my weakness cannot last forever;
I will rise and strike you down,
Ridiculing, beating, forgetting you.
One day, you will be in that bed,
Crying,
Dying.
And I will be
Your apathetic caretaker.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 6:40 PM UTC
#
I dream of a world
where you're not raging at me
or ridiculing me to your friends
for simply
my just being me..
Where you're not throwing me
under the bus in order
to make things go your way.
There is a lodgepole pine,
a stick of wood that you fancy
as a staff in front of the crowd
But like every single one of them--
it is only a prop
to keep you from falling over..
Wordsmith-formed, your poetic
carvings
into your staff, only weaken it
And no one in your selected crowd
has the courage
or the substance
to tell you that the drawn out nature
of each creative word
only hastens the prop's break.
. . .
The weight of the brass, polished
on your ship, sinking down
will break the mast at its base..
to that place.. all the way, down--
the place where you have c a r v e d
*your most
finely
selected word.*
#
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
you'll never guess what i heard today
endless narratives
encapsulating pointless encounters
passing judgments
handing out ruthless commentary
life lessons
ridiculing those that are different
infringing on the delicate bounds of insanity
infinite meaningless utterances
thoughtful queries
timeless perceptions and interpretations
brilliant phonetics
postulating conspiracies
comical puns, quips, and jabs
underlying assumptions
fascinatingly deceptive and imaginative theories
i hear you
i hear everything you say
but all i needed
was for you to LISTEN
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 12:27 PM UTC
~
*Sleep, no sleep
No making plans
New bed linens eat my dreamland
And settle in the wilderness of my ever-opened eyes
I see you
I see me
I see everything
I'm a play with no final curtain
The story continues unabated
And the ridiculing light of day
Is as sacrosanct as an unused blanket
Nonetheless, I'm checking in
Sleep, O sleep, swallow me*
~
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 7:01 PM UTC
I scratched lyrics into the walls of this dump they call joint
finally became a tree with branches, wrote new raps every night
working out like crazy, punched my hands into walls
just like oldboy, then i became steel, endlessly tough
as my lucky number, this eight
tizzops became more popular, but never an other
sticking out my chest, ******* away all stress
albanians against serbs, greeks against turks
everything broken, everything in shards
but then comes Marissa, and she's calming me
i'm getting calm, getting calm, become
the old tizzop again, a ******* and thief
but everybody likes me, I remain --
tizzops, spreading fistfights like the Klitschko's
and I'm the most faithful, when I really feel love
not just talking about females, all my brothers
get nuttin but respect, their souls are wit me
most peeps live rushing lives, in our rushing times
they talk briefly, cause they don't know their inner
i'm not ridiculing them, cause they simply lack the words
they are lost and questions are flowing out of their ears
since they have no brothers or sisters to lean on
lifestyle like a frantic slalom, but I'm not wit 'em
putting stickers on the franchise, just to get by
I dominate every day; like the magic of the night
my raps are mania for me, me, and for me
cause I love and I have *** with my lyrics
forever being a chaser: where is Jason, baby?
without him, I won't make it through the night
life is infinity like eight, I feed you a knuckle sandwich
can you hear my c**k whistling? dem are hardcore-songz
straight out of my ***** suddenly millions of fanz
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
#Selmhem Naise
(02/2016)
I was so much older than you, but not enough to where
we couldn't be in the same school at the same time.
I watched you grow up throughout the years,
and you attracted my attention in a way
that I have yet to find words to describe.
The first time I saw you, you were with your friends
stopping in the park on the way to school-
swinging on the swings, even though you had
long outgrown that stage. It didn't matter to you
because at home you still had Barbie dolls that
you played with. You didn't care what people thought,
you just did what you did because it made sense to you.
As you got older, so did I and I grew in stature, yet
would still look towards you where you were at, four
grades younger than me. I was tall, muscular, tanned,
long blonde surfer hair. You were a freshman and always
hung around with that messy looking nerdy-type kid
who had tape on the edge of his goofy looking horn rim
glasses. An upper class **** started ridiculing him,
and you jumped up off the bench and literally climbed
up on his back and started punching him in the head
as he was spinning to try to grab you off of him.
I was close enough to run to the commotion, and told him
that if he laid a hand on you I was going to knock him cold.
Do you remember me grabbing hold of you
and lifting you off his back and setting your feet
back on the ground?
I looked you right in the eyes..
and it was at that moment that you saw
what I had carried of you for so long.
You were still just a little girl at heart and in body.
The end of that year I graduated and moved away.
I went on to marriage and family, work stuff.. everyday things.
When much of that crumbled, I found myself here;
and there you were again..
*I have loved you for nearly all your life, little scrapper
it has been well worth the wait.*
#
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
Long long ago
In a faraway land
Lived a frog named
Mr. Stikitung Grand
Near a meander
In his little mud house
In rain you could hear him Croak,
Looking for a spouse
Rains came and went
But he never got a single mate
He tried every trick a frog could
Still no one fell for his bait
He would keep
Harnessing his vocals
Polishing his webbed digits and
Perfecting his focal
While his efforts were appreciated
And some found it cute
The girls still went out
With the true frogs, the slimy smooth
With Mr. Grand being so different
All warts and moles
Others wondered how
He would ever father tadpoles
Mr. Grand with his huge eyes
And big mouth could do very little
All these hurdles made Him
Too depressed and shittle
While there were uncertainties
Looming large on his life
Fellow amphibians were betting
On his chances of getting a wife
For termites said the caecilians
Calling others to join the hoot
For worms said salamander and
For cricket said the newt.
On the fateful day Mr. Grand got fed up
And was waiting to call it a night
When he heard a hiss
Loud enough to give him a fright
Hello said the snake why are you
In such a spiritual gloom
Come let us find out someone
Who can help you groom
Frog was surprised at snake’s kindness
And overwhelmed at his warmth
While his kinds were busy ridiculing him
Snakes words soothed him like a balm
At first he was cautious and
Kept a safe distance from the snake
But the snake kept saying he was hurt
That Mr. Grand still took his efforts as fake
I have nothing to lose thought Mr. Grand
And reached out for the help
Yum thought the snake and gulped Mr. Grand
Before he could think or yelp
Salamanders, newts, all of his fellow beings
Saw this but not a single tear was shed
Guess this comes with living a life
So cold blooded
There was a crocodile, who saw it all
Hidden behind a pier
Some say he was the only one who
Did shed some tears.
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
i wither...
~away
i float from my consciousness, watching myself listen
to endless dribble of the ignorant pro-tagonist of life.
the limitless waves of gray faberic framing the brown bald
and blonde hedgehogs poking their heads up to electrify their
deaf ears and blind eyes – blind eyes
to the world of a real mind.
-they cant see as i see – this life (of theirs) means as much as the DIRT holding the ground of the ghosts in wooden boxes under the rocks
mouths moving words flying
silly tongues flapping – saying nothing – begging for nothing while across the gray,
dull words of hip-hop and pop don’t stop…
contradicting the history of blood and turmoil
ridiculing the bowtie wrapped around the neck of authority – maneuvering the black and white pieces of a chess board - an antiquated system crumbling – the backbone of an elephant standing tall while ignoring the memory of those dishonored by them – they forget – the ever-forgetting elephant no!
the ignorant elephants whose eyes have been gutted by its own tail – these elephants don’t wail
i wail, scream, howl and groan I weep (inwardly) as I stand cold, engulfed in smoke and smog. I scoff, scowl, and scorn openly inwardly at the treachery and horror that life brings
forgetful is that elephant that kindness is not weakness warmth is not love and a smile is not always real – gripping clawing scratching grabbing clutching to a life that means nothing – than recycled water in the perpetual flow of a ****** river
theyweep theycry theybeg theydie
and they are faded...
…into memories – and the gray infinite abyss of the blue collar drone.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Nodding off at midnight for nothing at all but to get away from this place
A noise is a heard off in the distance as I begin to wince
At a pain that I can't ever seem to describe
The open road beckons every man, every soul, takes tolls
Lucid in the imagery of a fattened up bride to be
Making all that money to spend it
And then to dish it out for authority and lend it
Alone in this chip filled dish
Oh the memories of the morning wishing myself away from here
Picking up sticks, tossing them toward those river fish
Ridiculing myself in the mirror
Seeing nothing but another non-believer
Freak dashes left, as the others dash right
All running somewhere seems like the holy light
No situation in a room full of foreigners and nationalists
Attacking themselves for a high and mighty this and that
Tell me the way to live and I'll give it a try
But don't expect me to ever sign the dotted line
Holding in detention with bars that are lined with gold and books
I took a look and saw myself gleaming aside a bubbling brook
No this place ain't my home and neither is here
Maybe that's the way old Lear used to feel
Books are vanishing while I'm diminishing
Taking everything literally as the literary are building
That next big one just to be tossed up into the critical sun
Burning my mattress avoiding high stress
Bottles of burgundy line these dusty shelves
A wind is picking up far due south
Heading west to God's gaping mouth
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
Girls
Everyone has an opinion
The mothers, the fathers, the feminists and misogynists
Everyone has something to say
and will spend hours doing so without a moment's hesitation
Girls
Worth the discussion
Worth the hours of endless theories, ideologies and “proof”
Girls
Have a million songs
both praising and ridiculing in their melodic tensions
that the plain eye may not catch
Girls
They have endless quotes to describe their entity
in its purest form
Just in case they didn't know
what they were made of
Girls
are expected to be so many things
Divas, Heroines, Princesses, Goddesses
***** ******* Primadonnas, ******
Girls
have laws made about them
enforced by themselves
in the cruelest irony
Have numerous codes to live by
Contradictory codes to live by
Girls
Worth the discussion
Worth these hours
Deny us not our femininity
The special something we possess
But exclude us not from humanity
For it is only equality that we request
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
The phone it just rings
RING
RING
RINGING
"I answer"
"The person you are trying to contact"
Iiiiiiissssss Nooootttt Hoooommmee
I smash the receiver against The wall
Shards of black rain
Upon the concrete,
Turn liquid in to the cracks, dissolve
Then I run in to darkness
I hear it once more
Taunting,
Ridiculing,
Mocking
Me in the distance I reach my destination
"The person you are trying to contact"
Iiiiiiissssss Nooootttt Hoooommmee
I once again smash
Screaming, *** you,**
I look out the window
I see everything
But the phone keeps
RING,
RING,
RINGING
I'm trapped within a mind
That never answers, I am
Lucid in here but
"The phone never rings out"
My subconscious, just leaves a message,
"The person you are trying to contact"
Iiiiiiissssss Nooootttt Hoooommmee
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I'm convinced my generation is nothing but a bunch of sheep...where are our future leaders? I don't want to keep living in a world where we are expected to go with the flow, to never stand out, and to adopt the same opinions as the masses or else be labeled a racist, a bigot, deplorable, or any other name in the book.
Another disheartening fact: my future children are going to be taught and influenced by educators who think safe spaces are good ideas, who think social justice warriors, celebrities, and clueless athletes fit the mold of a hero more than the disabled vets at the VA, and who find ridiculing people for their race, gender, ****** orientation, etc appalling, but having a religion and/or different political beliefs than them are grounds to be mocked...
God forbid someone says they don't buy into big pharma and their vaccines..."anti-vaxxers are the **** of the earth! All children need to be vaccinated!" But speak out against abortion, which kills more children than any disease we have vaccines for or not..."you're anti-women! How dare you tell a woman what she can do with her body! How archaic of you!"...save the children or **** them? Which one is it? Will the hypocrisy from my generation ever end?
I just threw out basic examples, but if you look at social media for 5 minutes and possess a brain I'm sure you'll see other instances of people with differing opinions being belittled by a group my peers. Another portion of them will blindly follow and agree without a leg to stand on. And an even smaller portion will actually stand up against the hate speech they themselves claim to despise.
Agree or disagree, this rant has been brought to you by a man who thinks for himself and doesn't really give a rat's *** if you agree or not.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Oh what a wonderful phase
We are in right now, us five girlfriends,
With defunct love lives and no immediate hope
of securing a boyfriend.
Oh what freedom there is, in
branding ourselves "unaffordable platinums",
And priding ourselves at being too good for
those mortal, fallible, self-proclaimed "alpha" men.
Such hypocrites we are, actually,
Ridiculing and belittling that cute guy,
Still discussing his every move, nudging
and giggling at each other when he passes by.
But hey, call us hypocrites, evil, mean-
All of it we whole-heartedly accept.
Right now, we're living life in moments,
And our bucket list of madness, we mean to "check"-
Aimless flirting - check!
Pointless bedtime discussions - check!
Choosing a guy and then dissecting
His every habit - check,
His dressing style- check,
His twinkling eyes- check,
That had met ours today over lunch break- YES! Check!,
His last aloof message- check,
Sending an even more curt response- check,
Our hidden hopes that he would reply,
With affectionate words and also apologize,
For all the times he wasn't all that nice- wistful check.
Oh we're a bundle of emotions, us five,
Sans pressures and restrictions that a guy brings along,
Sans complexities and compulsions that come free
With his supplies of testosterone.
So, broadcasting this to all you gentlemen out there,
If you ever venture into our line of sight,
Prepare to be scrutinised, evaluated, and then rejected outright,
By this precious, exuberant pack of platinum five.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
You've got a painful grip
on reality, with those
sun-burnt palms from
waiting with arms wide open
for someone to come back to you.
The sky unfolds before
your dry eyes
in layers and miles
of deceit and lies,
as the sun becomes the moon,
smiling borrowed light
down upon you.
Ridiculing your commitment.
Mocking your hallucinating mind
with illusions of grandeur,
and false relief,
in the face of the great grief
you hold so closely
to your heart.
I love you like this.
I love you when the curtains are drawn
and the light pours down around you
like an electrical hurricane.
I love you in the morning dawn
waiting for love to ground you,
while soaring through the pain.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
It’s been 48 hours since food last touched my lips
48 hours of pain and starvation
I don’t mean to starve myself
I just can’t help it
I look at myself in the mirror;
With disgust and disapproval
I am not choosing the hunger
But when I look at food, I automatically become sick
I think of the times I’ve cried over my body
The hours I’ve spend ridiculing every stretchmark,
Fat roll,
Wrinkle,
Every inch of myself that is less than subpar in my eyes
Do you think I want to be like this?
I sit and sleep;
instead of eat
My stomach growls
Sounds like thunder on a dry summers day
Speaking to me and telling me to stop being a ******* idiot
I tell you I haven’t eaten and your response is clear
But what does it matter to me what you think
At the end of the day you aren’t the one whose hungry
You aren’t the one who pushes her body to the point of breaking all in the name of beauty
Oh to be beautiful
Seems so easy
Especially when those words roll off your tongue
But I flinch in pain
As my body begins to eat itself
And you sense something is wrong
I tell you I’m fine
But based off the look on my face;
you know it’s not just a stomach ache
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
The drapes in your skull
and your sunken in eyes,
who has broken you?
-
Collarbones protruding
from your withered chest
and your lungs heave for one breath-
one breath too many.
-
The stress of the days,
and the strawberry blonde boy
you fell in love with
on the countryside.
Your heart is broken.
-
Slumped in the cracked city
you are forced to call home,
and the loved ones who have passed
but whom are not dead.
-
Ridiculing the creeping insects
looking for a home.
***** gross, worthless*
You realize.
That's what they call you
-
Sun setting a forcefully pale orange,
awakening the night.
Time for your dismay to set.
-
Light your cigarette
and ash it on your skin,
amazed by its burn.
Pain? None.
-
An insomniac's racing mind
and all the wonders of the world.
Waiting, time contemplating.
-
Wishfully disappearing
just like your soul did.
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Dream within a dream,
reality eclipsing dream
Dream devoid of reality,
nothing but a fool's dream..
Thorns in the path,
a journey to savour...
Not you who chose the dream, it came to you..
Hurdles of the path, knock you down
Haters deride & rejoice at your downfall,
Ridiculing you, cause they fear the fire inside you...
Lie down and lament about fate,
Stand up & march towards immortality
Upto you to decide...
Make the decision & never look back,
Nothing less than immortality will suffice...
No one less than "you" will be enough..
Live to rise up, look ahead never give up....
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
Have you wished someone dead?
Self doesn't count.
Terminally ill don't count,
In fact, that may be construed as kind.
No. Someone vibrant, strong,
Sure and vain, like:
The relentless bully,
The cop at your door,
The ridiculing teacher
Who made you the fool.
The betrayer and rumour monger,
Your prosecutors, some persecutors,
An ocassional critic.
The machine voice,
The government,
The ****** and child molester,
The boko haram (all terrorists)
Even some family members,
But never your children.
Some on your own list.
Close your eyes and pick one
With a pin.
You can't wait for the uncertainty
Of Karma or God,
Or them to go to the devil.
You can't depend on toilets falling from planes,
Tornados dropping houses.
It's not illegal: half of us do it.
Billions believe it possible.
I envision driving the final nail myself.
At certain times, it's true,
I regret the absence of hell
With its gnashing, its unquenchable fires,
That burn without consuming:
The smelly, curling, shrinking flesh,
The bubbling of fat through skin,
Because sudden death
Just doesn't cut it.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
You need to know
Fools live among you,
Fools,
Similar to the destroyed ones
Burned from the skies,
The people I'm speaking of
Dream on,
Living on dreams,
Filthify-ing flesh,
Railing against law,
Railing against law enforcement,
Throwing off authority,
Ridiculing Highest Powers,
Despising Glory,
Expecting no judgment.
Not even Michael,
Michael the Archangel,
Battling the Devil,
Old Lucifer himself,
Potent in infernal might,
Would so presume.
Even Michael,
Trumpeter of God,
Mightiest of angels,
When disputing with the Devil
Over who would take
The body of Moses,
Was wiser than to curse
His infernal Opponent.
Instead,
He stood behind the Robes
Of the Most High,
And importuned,
"The Lord Himself rebuke you."
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
and i will immerse my index and middle finger into the breathing grave of winter, of wetted belgian mud like railway lines expanding and contracting, so too the earth, and thus leave my thumb to be akin to Caesar's daffodils, prematurely sprouting in january: but the godhead of gladiators aching for their river styx to rekindle the zenith moment with shout clap blood-thirst & applause at the coliseum that leaves the koranic promise in comparison a foetus of faeces; what a lazy paradise; male lazy is called philosophy which women call idiocy... i call female lazy anything else but, a sort of aesthetic conglomeration.
raise your children among dogs,
and your earliest adults among
felines: so that the former may
ring-bell-true an attachment of
feet unto print of the sphere,
and the latter work with a "bias"
of solipsism of ventured into
so many priestly truths dog-collared
for a lack of readership but awaited sermons;
only by reading does the priesthood become
worthless and funny due to the chosen attire.
for god be but a poly-solipsism or a diamond
mirror, each on the path to such a meeting
will see himself clearly and no other,
and with himself seen, will claim no false
knowledge of the other he once claimed
for the worth of the ridiculing joke.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC