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"rudeness" poems
For our Echoing Little Red Riding Hoods Lagging behind in the Opposition Departments Lets help you out by  offering some buzzwords For your important assignments even though they've been floated around forever, But we understand you need some help catching up So memorize these basic premises And please enrich your lives and utilise your valuable time by raking your little brains to create  poems with them Lets begin with ITALIAN , don't forget RAINBOW, LIES is also in, add RESPECT, throw in RUDENESS, factor in LITTLE GIRL, remember ANGEL, write about TRUST, that much overuse term, throw in BLACK - that's quite a popular one. Also PINK is quite up the scale, as well as HEART- Broken ( as if ) and pleeeezee make a big fuss on LONELINESS That's a big seller. APPLE and SERPENT did appear now and again so trigger them as you like. How about BETRAYAL, LOYALTY, FAKE FRIENDS and that famous one, FOUR or is it THREE, what about BONES, Lets not forget SKELETON or even ANOREXIC, let also remember SCREAM, that was a scream..hahah see what I did there! Remember GREY that has a bit of colour and what about BUCK or even DOOR-MAT that was a wipe-off or SUBMISSIVE another popular one. Hmmm...what about HAIR CUT or TOMBOY or DIGITAL those are quite good or WOODGREEN or HULL or DOG that reared its head...woof....woof...hahahah or CEREAL, beats me what that's about or even MONEY..though that never was an issue, how about GOLD-DIGGER just for drama or 50/50 which has been mentioned. Hey! don't forget RED, what to do without that pinking away. So please  Little Hoods, students of the Opposition Department keep with the programme and work on these pointers crack your little brains and write poems like crazy little ants Your contribution is valuable cause persistent is the Key. Keep up with your assignment and forget all other things Oppose, oppose, oppose, work those little brains!
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Echo Heads & Cowpat.....hahaha
For our Echoing Little Red Riding Hoods Lagging behind in the Opposition Departments Lets help you out by  offering some buzzwords For your important assignments even though they've been floated around forever, But we understand you need some help catching up So memorize these basic premises And please enrich your lives and utilise your valuable time by raking your little brains to create  poems with them Lets begin with ITALIAN , don't forget RAINBOW, LIES is also in, add RESPECT, throw in RUDENESS, factor in LITTLE GIRL, remember ANGEL, write about TRUST, that much overuse term, throw in BLACK - that's quite a popular one. Also PINK is quite up the scale, as well as HEART- Broken ( as if ) and pleeeezee make a big fuss on LONELINESS That's a big seller. APPLE and SERPENT did appear now and again so trigger them as you like. How about BETRAYAL, LOYALTY, FAKE FRIENDS and that famous one, FOUR or is it THREE, what about BONES, Lets not forget SKELETON or even ANOREXIC, let also remember SCREAM, that was a scream..hahah see what I did there! Remember GREY that has a bit of colour and what about BUCK or even DOOR-MAT that was a wipe-off or SUBMISSIVE another popular one. Hmmm...what about HAIR CUT or TOMBOY or DIGITAL those are quite good or WOODGREEN or HULL or DOG that reared its head...woof....woof...hahahah or CEREAL, beats me what that's about or even MONEY..though that never was an issue, how about GOLD-DIGGER just for drama or 50/50 which has been mentioned. Hey! don't forget RED, what to do without that pinking away. So please  Little Hoods, students of the Opposition Department keep with the programme and work on these pointers crack your little brains and write poems like crazy little ants Your contribution is valuable cause persistent is the Key. Keep up with your assignment and forget all other things Oppose, oppose, oppose, work those little brains!
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Sometimes our eyes don't see even though they are wide open. Mistakes are plenty but humbling ourself to admit them is few and far between. Could we survive only on our needs instead of our wants? Do most even know the difference? So many things in life we take for granted. Why is it so hard to compliment the things done right yet so easy to point out all you believe to be wrong. The world as we use to know it was full of morals, manners and respect. The world as we know it today is is full of rudeness, hate and violence . A man use to stand for what he believed and his word his honor. Now he stands behind nothing and speaks no words of what he believes or doesnt. Who made the world as it is today I ask, as I already know the answer. It's easy to blame our "leaders", our neighbors, or the generations before or after, but my friends, my brothers and sisters, if we speak the truth as we know it, it was you and I that changed this world when we stood silent. ©kimmied1105
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
Standing in Silence
Rudeness is key to a simpler life, Rudeness is key to a big fat fight, Rudeness is rude but I find it funny, Rudeness could be the cause of a good *** of honey. Rude
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
Rude
Young lad, I don't find it funny, I find it quite rude, Infact, young lad, That... Is... The... Height... Of... Rudeness.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
Height of Rudeness
ill-mannered impolite uneducated how many words would describe rude cheeky uncultured inconsiderate crude how many words would say rude they say money can't buy you class then how much did you buy for your crass
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
An Ode to Rudeness
life doesn't come with instructions.... we should do what is right, not what is easiest.... if you fully trust someone without any doubt, you will get one of two                                                  results: a friend for life or a lesson for life.... if the only thing making us unhappy is our own thoughts, we change                                                                                                                 them.... patience is not the ability to wait, but the ability to keep a good attitude                                                                                                  while waiting.... it is never too late to get your **** together.. AS WE GROW OKDER we learn that. . . happiness is found when we stop comparing our life to others.... sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places.... if we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change..... others should make no mistake between my personality and my attitude -   my personality being who I am, my attitude depending on who they                                                                                                                     are.... the body heals with time and the mind heals with laughter and the                                                                                        spirit heals with joy.... AS WE GROW OLDER we learn that. . . to be old and wise, we must first be young and stupid... just because we you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive.... inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell                                                                                                          happened.... youth is a gift of nature and age is a work of art.... rudeness is a weak persons imitation of strength.... time shows us what really matters.... happiness is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but                                                                             doesn't get you anywhere.... the meaning of life is to find our gift and the purpose of life is to                                                                                                     give it away....                                                                                            Jon York          2016
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
AS WE GROW OLDER we learn that. . .
life doesn't come with instructions.... we should do what is right, not what is easiest.... if you fully trust someone without any doubt, you will get one of two                                                  results: a friend for life or a lesson for life.... if the only thing making us unhappy is our own thoughts, we change                                                                                                                 them.... patience is not the ability to wait, but the ability to keep a good attitude                                                                                                  while waiting.... it is never too late to get your **** together.. AS WE GROW OKDER we learn that. . . happiness is found when we stop comparing our life to others.... sometimes the wrong choices bring us to the right places.... if we change the way we look at things, the things we look at change..... others should make no mistake between my personality and my attitude -   my personality being who I am, my attitude depending on who they                                                                                                                     are.... the body heals with time and the mind heals with laughter and the                                                                                        spirit heals with joy.... AS WE GROW OLDER we learn that. . . to be old and wise, we must first be young and stupid... just because we you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive.... inside every older person is a younger person wondering what the hell                                                                                                          happened.... youth is a gift of nature and age is a work of art.... rudeness is a weak persons imitation of strength.... time shows us what really matters.... happiness is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do but                                                                             doesn't get you anywhere.... the meaning of life is to find our gift and the purpose of life is to                                                                                                     give it away....                                                                                            Jon York          2016
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Prepubescent voices crawl back and forth A squeaking, scratching chorus of topics unbeknownst to the speaker Meaningless sounds produced just to be heard Drowned out by the unfortunately undeafening silence of headphones plugged into nothing Misdirected words, hidden insults, skewed meanings Subtle bullying pretends to be older and wiser when it is terrified of new things Gay, **** emo, **** laughter Because the body is hilarious Crowded faces: authority is buried under the splotchy noise Enter swear here _ _ _ _ _ _ _. Because ****** is an address And “You have no friends” is just kidding “Go **** yourself” is love Outward rudeness to the man who puts himself though it daily An example for the even less learned 7-year-old cursing Because ******* means nothing to them or anyone else. Sit down because there are seats Look in my eyes, taken back immediately stupidity realized in a golden split second of mortification Split second passes now with more phantom confidence One by one skip, saunter, slither down three steps Yellow noise recedes not fast enough Obnoxious created by too much television And its weird to be gay, and gay to be weird Unacceptable open windows to normality Jack my swag Kindly, Will you please shut the f* * * up.
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Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
Bus Ride
Excuse me Sir, I'm ready to order. Can I please get some breakfast sandwiches and a couple of bagels? Uh, excuse me rudeness! What the hell was that look for? Can you believe this motherfucker?! One look at my nopal and he went straight into his skinhead manners brown paper bag and picked up a big ol' hand full of **** you" and put it all over his ******* face. I like how now racism has a new look. Indifference and side ways looks. I still ******* matter. I have a right to be where I please. As a matter of fact, I have a right to be. If I want a bagel I would like it without a side of Caucasian ******* Pinches gringos cabrones.
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May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
Mexicans In Santa Cruz
Alway with a "How do ya do?" And a please and thank you Oh' Southern Queen If you know what I mean So kind and lady like Reading poetry on the back of a motorbike Greeting strangers as ol' kin Treating rudeness as a sin Southern hospitality's her life Winks at all, yet a loyal wife Strong in the face of fire Humanity's her true desire Can get tough when needed Her warnings best be heeded She is handsome as well A true Southern Bell Oh' Southern Queen Thanks for enhancing our scene You treated my family as your own Making us feel right at home For that I give this humble rhyme You're welcome across the Mason Dixon anytime!
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Southern Queen
so many loud yelps barking voices clacking at each other believing that their ignorance and unabashed rudeness will get results    hurray for the strong shouldered head held high who ignore such brazen brashness of the moronic    bravo to you that can stop an imbecile dead in his tracks by a stone cold even gazed eye meet eye stare   stopping the foolish without uttering a word.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
intelligent confrontation
Lo, I have loved thee long, long have I yearned and entreated! Tell me how I may win thee, tell me how I must woo. Shall I creep to thy white feet, in guise of a humble lover ? Shall I croon in mild petition, murmuring vows anew ? Shall I stretch my arms unto thee, biding thy maiden coyness, Under the silver of morning, under the purple of night ? Taming my ancient rudeness, checking my heady clamor­ Thus, is it thus I must woo thee, oh, my delight? Nay, 'tis no way of the sea thus to be meekly suitor­ I shall storm thee away with laughter wrapped in my beard of snow, With the wildest of billows for chords I shall harp thee a song for thy bridal, A mighty lyric of love that feared not nor would forego! With a red-gold wedding ring, mined from the caves of sunset, Fast shall I bind thy faith to my faith evermore, And the stars will wait on our pleasure, the great north wind will trumpet A thunderous marriage march for the nuptials of sea and shore.
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The Sea to the Shore
The whiteness of pearl The glossiness of gold See the richness of girl From me walking away Feel the warmth of her slap Sense the sound of her thrash See the rudeness of the girl who is walking away She say “I love your honesty” I know honesty the best policy Why is she so lunatic, who is walking away? She asked me for date She was in shopaholic state Guess the stubbornness of the lunatic Who calls me miser again Her gold bracelet not faked But her sympathy is baked It’s the attitude of the girl That is baking that cake Boy becoming single Hardly changes the weeks But the girl who left him Tails a queue of pervert geeks Oh come on my freakin brain Just split out the stupid pain See the hot figure of the new chick Who’s walking on my way
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May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
Rich Girlfriend
Ring, ring, ring, ring. Water's running down my face, no, tears, their salt is melting into my very bones as I stare at the phone and listen to it, ring, ring, ring... My caterpillar has finally turned into the beautiful butterfly I believed I dreamed of, only to find myself rejecting him now at every turn. His Grace has grown up, and realized his riddles and rudeness are not the love I deserve, not the one I want, not anymore. Wonderland has changed, too. It has expounded upon itself, growing larger with newer faces, faces I'm growing to love and cherish more than old. In the whispering hours of Wonderland, a New Frabjous Face takes my hand and tell me to run with him, and I do. We run and dance and even when the rain is pouring he is still holding my hands and my face and telling me to run and breathe and live so beautifully. My caterpillar never held my hand in the rain, he always disappeared into the clouds with his booming voice, judging and screaming about his own struggles while I was drowning in mine. Wonderland tends to flood. Forecast for now though is sunlight with a slight overcast of whimsy. After the New Frabjous Face, I feel more comfortable in the rain. Maybe it is apart of me, especially since I always beg to go dancing in the rain. Maybe I knew all along the rain was the key to Wonderland. Caterpillar would be glad to hear I've been forgetting my magical little pills, no safety is swirling through my veins. He always judged me for using them, though he insisted it was my choice. My choice that he disapproved of. New Frabjous Face and other new friends are new to me, but they makes me feel alive again, like maybe Wonderland can be a happy place again, like maybe the Jabberwocky can learn its place once more. Ring, ring, ring... And as the night goes on, I turn away the phone and let it ring, for it doesn't own my heart anymore. I do.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
My Wonderland pt. 4
Ring, ring, ring, ring. Water's running down my face, no, tears, their salt is melting into my very bones as I stare at the phone and listen to it, ring, ring, ring... My caterpillar has finally turned into the beautiful butterfly I believed I dreamed of, only to find myself rejecting him now at every turn. His Grace has grown up, and realized his riddles and rudeness are not the love I deserve, not the one I want, not anymore. Wonderland has changed, too. It has expounded upon itself, growing larger with newer faces, faces I'm growing to love and cherish more than old. In the whispering hours of Wonderland, a New Frabjous Face takes my hand and tell me to run with him, and I do. We run and dance and even when the rain is pouring he is still holding my hands and my face and telling me to run and breathe and live so beautifully. My caterpillar never held my hand in the rain, he always disappeared into the clouds with his booming voice, judging and screaming about his own struggles while I was drowning in mine. Wonderland tends to flood. Forecast for now though is sunlight with a slight overcast of whimsy. After the New Frabjous Face, I feel more comfortable in the rain. Maybe it is apart of me, especially since I always beg to go dancing in the rain. Maybe I knew all along the rain was the key to Wonderland. Caterpillar would be glad to hear I've been forgetting my magical little pills, no safety is swirling through my veins. He always judged me for using them, though he insisted it was my choice. My choice that he disapproved of. New Frabjous Face and other new friends are new to me, but they makes me feel alive again, like maybe Wonderland can be a happy place again, like maybe the Jabberwocky can learn its place once more. Ring, ring, ring... And as the night goes on, I turn away the phone and let it ring, for it doesn't own my heart anymore. I do.
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I am the first to admit I’m not God’s gift to women It’s more like a penance when I’m involved really And I am certainly a little rough around the edges But there are certain things you can do To make yourself more respectable to the fairer *** Like: be wary of your weight and what suits Don’t loaf onto a bus with your gut Hanging out, wearing a stained Hawaiian t-shirt Sweating like a hog in the midday sun. I know ladies make allowances: Ineptitude Dickishness Bravado Rudeness Even arrogance. But even our fair compadres draw the line At sheer disregard for personal hygiene. I wonder what people think When they go out dressed like that? They’re either one of three things: Very ignorant to what women want, Femo-phobes, Or they think they got something ******* special No woman can resist.
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May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
Diamond In The Rough
To love is not to wound deep, Words unkind, a debt we keep. Illness calls for care, not scorn, Rudeness reaps what hate has born. No excuse for hearts to stray, Kindness lights the darker way. In bonds we build, let grace stay, Disrespect breaks what love may lay.
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
Respect's Silent Truth
Wherever there is darkness there is light for this is the law polarity of life for love there is hate for joy there is sorrow for all the yesterdays there is tomorrow for a smile there is a frown for a laugh, a cry for hot there is cold for black there is white for rudeness there is kindness for compassion there is scorn for virtue there is dishonest for eve there is morn for forgiveness there is revenge for wealth there is poor for wet there is dry for peace there is war The wisdom of this law and the sanity of the soul is to bring into balance this eternal life flow
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Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 4:01 PM UTC
Polarity
that man shall not be speaking to me again his rudeness of manner is too much to sustain my inquiry he didn't see fit to reply to so I've blocked him as one is entitled too no more shall he be hearing from me his disrespectful air really bugged me
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Blocked
My darling dear I love you oh honey I've got it bad but no more maybe baby cuz I know that makes you mad let's sit upon the sofa seat I have something to say I bought some bread a loaf of wheat that expired yesterday and it makes me feel so needed when you tell me what to do your instructions have been heeded please don't scream luv, I hear you doll, your bossiness endears me and your rudeness I deserve and I love the way you squint and say what you looking at you perv dearest pumpkin, let me say this from the moment that we met I have hungered for our first kiss have you decided on that yet? cuz your perfume wakes my senses it alerts me that your near sweets, I have no more defenses just my quick reflexive fear! ©2012 Lyn
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
Whipped
All those stares everywhere I go, Beating and burning the back of my head. Can you even imagine being me - “Different”, a minority? Everything is changing as I am Finding out what I am made of - Giving me unending pride and Hope for the future world - Inspired by equality for all. Just look inside my soul and Know that I am not so bad. Look at me and understand that My name has changed and it is Not the same as when I was born. Operations will transform me into the Person I am in my heart and in my mind. Questions from you are welcomed, Rudeness, however, can be left at the door. Send your bitterness and hate away to learn That not all people are the same. Understand that I will always love myself and Violence will never ever be the answer When all I want is to be accepted. X marks the spot on our hearts when You have decided to wholly learn to Zero out the hate in which our society takes a toll. Zero out the cold-heartedness and You will feel better about yourself. X’s and O’s go to the people Who love me for simply being me. Victory unending goes to those who Understand and love each other Through the most difficult times - Sorrow, hate, crimes, and pain. Realize that we do not need help, Quit telling us that we are mentally sick, Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top. Oh, I hope and dream that the day is Nearing when we are equal in each eye, Minorities will cease to exist anymore with Love that is pure and acceptance for all. Knowing that each of us is not the same Just simply goes to show that I will never let you bring me down. ***** is not my name, never ever will it be. Gender identity is not a choice - Forgiveness, though, is a choice. Educate yourself to gain knowledge. Do not call me “dude” or ”man”, Call me Unique, not my birth name. By all means, you don’t have to love me - All I ask is that you accept me for being me.
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
"Call Me Unique" (Abecedarian Style)
All those stares everywhere I go, Beating and burning the back of my head. Can you even imagine being me - “Different”, a minority? Everything is changing as I am Finding out what I am made of - Giving me unending pride and Hope for the future world - Inspired by equality for all. Just look inside my soul and Know that I am not so bad. Look at me and understand that My name has changed and it is Not the same as when I was born. Operations will transform me into the Person I am in my heart and in my mind. Questions from you are welcomed, Rudeness, however, can be left at the door. Send your bitterness and hate away to learn That not all people are the same. Understand that I will always love myself and Violence will never ever be the answer When all I want is to be accepted. X marks the spot on our hearts when You have decided to wholly learn to Zero out the hate in which our society takes a toll. Zero out the cold-heartedness and You will feel better about yourself. X’s and O’s go to the people Who love me for simply being me. Victory unending goes to those who Understand and love each other Through the most difficult times - Sorrow, hate, crimes, and pain. Realize that we do not need help, Quit telling us that we are mentally sick, Pretty pretty please, with a cherry on top. Oh, I hope and dream that the day is Nearing when we are equal in each eye, Minorities will cease to exist anymore with Love that is pure and acceptance for all. Knowing that each of us is not the same Just simply goes to show that I will never let you bring me down. ***** is not my name, never ever will it be. Gender identity is not a choice - Forgiveness, though, is a choice. Educate yourself to gain knowledge. Do not call me “dude” or ”man”, Call me Unique, not my birth name. By all means, you don’t have to love me - All I ask is that you accept me for being me.
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Mary Moran can I see you a minute please? Sister Agnes said   Mary nodded and followed the nun along the school corridor walked past the statue of the ****** Mary (no relation) and into a small office where the nun closed the door after them sit down the nun said Mary sat down crossed her legs pulled the hem of her school skirt over her knees and looked at the nun blankly do you know why you are here? you asked me to come Mary replied ********* (she hoped secretly) the rim of her school knickers into a more comfortable place unmoving face the nun sighed and sat at a desk and put her hands into a prayer mode rudeness and disobedience the nun said that's why you're here Mary looked past the nun at the Crucified on the wall behind dark brown wood suntanned figure dark nails holding the hands and feet in place and rumours of you spreading rumours about Sister Lucy and Father Joseph what rumour is that? Mary said leaving the Crucified and gazing at the nun you know the nun said how can I know if you don't tell me Mary said the nun slapped the desk top and said dont try it on with me young lady I'm not to be played with (Mary hoped the nun wouldn't contact her parents her da was not in the mood for bad news right now and last time the nuns contacted them about her he tanned her behind with his big hand but that was years ago now and well she was 14 now and the hag seemed happy just to moan so) rudeness and disobedience? Mary said me being such? the nun nodded her black and white covered head yes you Moran and the spreading of the rumours Mary looked at the Crucified again he hadn't moved her fingers had sorted the knickers rim out to comfortableness I'm sorry Mary said it's my menstrual mood swings it gets to me and after I feel so ashamed that I kneel down in front of the statue of St Therese and ask for forgiveness so I do the nun sat steely faced her thin fingers joined forming a kind of church structure is that so? the nun said Mary nodded then you will see Father Joseph and confess to him and see what he says about it Sister Agnes said eyeing Mary as she stood and walked from the room swaying her small behind and muttered to herself there's none so blind as those that want to be blind and the girl had gone an odd smell of perfume being left behind.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC
PERFUME LEFT BEHIND 1963
Mary Moran can I see you a minute please? Sister Agnes said   Mary nodded and followed the nun along the school corridor walked past the statue of the ****** Mary (no relation) and into a small office where the nun closed the door after them sit down the nun said Mary sat down crossed her legs pulled the hem of her school skirt over her knees and looked at the nun blankly do you know why you are here? you asked me to come Mary replied ********* (she hoped secretly) the rim of her school knickers into a more comfortable place unmoving face the nun sighed and sat at a desk and put her hands into a prayer mode rudeness and disobedience the nun said that's why you're here Mary looked past the nun at the Crucified on the wall behind dark brown wood suntanned figure dark nails holding the hands and feet in place and rumours of you spreading rumours about Sister Lucy and Father Joseph what rumour is that? Mary said leaving the Crucified and gazing at the nun you know the nun said how can I know if you don't tell me Mary said the nun slapped the desk top and said dont try it on with me young lady I'm not to be played with (Mary hoped the nun wouldn't contact her parents her da was not in the mood for bad news right now and last time the nuns contacted them about her he tanned her behind with his big hand but that was years ago now and well she was 14 now and the hag seemed happy just to moan so) rudeness and disobedience? Mary said me being such? the nun nodded her black and white covered head yes you Moran and the spreading of the rumours Mary looked at the Crucified again he hadn't moved her fingers had sorted the knickers rim out to comfortableness I'm sorry Mary said it's my menstrual mood swings it gets to me and after I feel so ashamed that I kneel down in front of the statue of St Therese and ask for forgiveness so I do the nun sat steely faced her thin fingers joined forming a kind of church structure is that so? the nun said Mary nodded then you will see Father Joseph and confess to him and see what he says about it Sister Agnes said eyeing Mary as she stood and walked from the room swaying her small behind and muttered to herself there's none so blind as those that want to be blind and the girl had gone an odd smell of perfume being left behind.
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As Mr Joe Cole didn't have the decency, to read any of the poems that I tendered for his challenges... I shall not be participating in them again.
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Rudeness
The face tears—splits—breaks stained by the soul-blood that pours out in the interrupting time–space between two eternities The replacement is an actor a master of disguise repulsive, hated, discarded, exiled from the world of  sweetness The scar throbs across the face Its rudeness red - Vijayalakshmi Harish Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
Masquerading in the Mirror
The Hardest Forgiving Slant <|> 9:19am Fri Sept 22 2023 ~ 8:02am Fri Sep 29 2023 commenced during the Ten Days of Awe <|> we debase our language daily, robbing the spectacular majesty [example] of awe with the common overusing vernacular of “awesome” especially forgiveness is degraded, we utter “I’m sorry” trippingly, costless, less than cheap, with even the snap-on veneer (1) of sincerity discarded, but move on to the next rudeness but today I will not permit myself an easy letting-off-the-hook, no shifting of blame to anonymity, or fast forward to tomorrow, when we can obfuscate our intrepid dishonesty one more time…again to forgive those who have injured us, not that hard, or the judging deities, who silently wink and nod, but offer no certitude beyond trying, itself a maybe, maybe not, truly tiring this trying tacking the constant requests so first an etymology explication on the tension inherent that very word, f o r g i v e As a word, as a sensed, intuitively- it is a Perfect Continuous Infinitive! (2) to forgive is perfect, to forgive is continuous,, to forgive is infinite! what a marvelous, perpetual past, present and always futuristic word (alas) The Hardest Forgiving? to forgive oneself so nearer to impossible, the first responders doing triage, leave people like me for last, as it a unconditional condition with no cure that can be effected indeed, by our very affect, they instant diagnosis seeing our very gestures, body language, or ****** expressions, all reveal the hopelessness of the never-to-be-given-grace, among us for a thousand years, I have tried and failed to forgive myself for the worst I’ve done, and there is no sword or club, blood-letting, that can dispatch the onerous burden I carry so I write poetry, a salve that offers temporary relief, while I write, imposed a momentarily distracting, a kind of dusting of self~spin, that chills myself just until the, this! poem is finished, the slant is drawn <§> Tell all the truth but tell it slant — BY EMILY DICKINSON Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —
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Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 8:12 AM UTC
The Hardest Forgiving Slant
The Hardest Forgiving Slant <|> 9:19am Fri Sept 22 2023 ~ 8:02am Fri Sep 29 2023 commenced during the Ten Days of Awe <|> we debase our language daily, robbing the spectacular majesty [example] of awe with the common overusing vernacular of “awesome” especially forgiveness is degraded, we utter “I’m sorry” trippingly, costless, less than cheap, with even the snap-on veneer (1) of sincerity discarded, but move on to the next rudeness but today I will not permit myself an easy letting-off-the-hook, no shifting of blame to anonymity, or fast forward to tomorrow, when we can obfuscate our intrepid dishonesty one more time…again to forgive those who have injured us, not that hard, or the judging deities, who silently wink and nod, but offer no certitude beyond trying, itself a maybe, maybe not, truly tiring this trying tacking the constant requests so first an etymology explication on the tension inherent that very word, f o r g i v e As a word, as a sensed, intuitively- it is a Perfect Continuous Infinitive! (2) to forgive is perfect, to forgive is continuous,, to forgive is infinite! what a marvelous, perpetual past, present and always futuristic word (alas) The Hardest Forgiving? to forgive oneself so nearer to impossible, the first responders doing triage, leave people like me for last, as it a unconditional condition with no cure that can be effected indeed, by our very affect, they instant diagnosis seeing our very gestures, body language, or ****** expressions, all reveal the hopelessness of the never-to-be-given-grace, among us for a thousand years, I have tried and failed to forgive myself for the worst I’ve done, and there is no sword or club, blood-letting, that can dispatch the onerous burden I carry so I write poetry, a salve that offers temporary relief, while I write, imposed a momentarily distracting, a kind of dusting of self~spin, that chills myself just until the, this! poem is finished, the slant is drawn <§> Tell all the truth but tell it slant — BY EMILY DICKINSON Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth's superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind —
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I experience solitude Because I act rude The effect is compounding The effect is dumbfounding I'm stuck in a trend That will never end My rudeness they return So my bridges I burn My life takes a turn For connection I yearn All I feel are the spurs I live a life sheltered To avoid being peltered By the wailing welter My walls block hate Which is great But I also miss love That travels above My feet are growing weary from the emptiness I stand And I can count all of my friends on half of my hand The half with no fingers That's a real stinger Not hearing the ringer I become a feces flinger Instead of a beautiful singer The silence is deafening My mentality it's threatening With pain that's resounding Of the drain I'm rounding And the lingering loneliness When I am my only guest My mind is put to the test By a solitude that infests
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 3:10 PM UTC
Solitude