"shamefulness" poems
the white race, paunched,
couched in lazy righteousness
steeped in knee-jerk fright of us--
terrified by the sight of
our history of shamefulness
in every passing headline
and obit crossing the line
that makes the deadline,
day by deadly day
due to the arrogance of men
who refuse to even listen
to the obvious injustice
pouring since i don't know when--
our nation's deepest wound
forever reopened to bleed again
and again
and again
and again
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
Shamefulness upon shamefulness,
I am a lonely fool.
For I have lost what I adore,
Because of my wicked self-indulgence.
Let me tell you,
I am not pure.
But with the experience of life,
Came the postponed gift of learning.
Suddenly a mind is clustered,
And a family left so sad.
For everything they have worked for,
Has become contorted and they,
Deranged.
Oh, how the loneliness creeps like water,
Trickling slowly through veins that cry out.
“Abuser!”
And so they shall quit,
Like all great things do.
But this will not fix all the damage bestowed,
Since forgiveness has been forgotten,
And the forgotten are not forgiven.
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Billy Joel once stated “Only the good die young”. How true.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 4:17 PM UTC
A countdown pronounce peace
How you ever watch a butterfly sing?
Possibly the eyelid seeks redemption through a twilight
Pressure points incubate the seriousness of forgiveness
The world turns a page inside the pain of child lost in the wind
Predictions cause traditions unveil reality
The standard finally arrived, stronger manuscript of heaven
Passion between solaces came through a whisper
The host intrigues by the road,
Feathers contemplate the last breath from a princess
Seeking the life missing from childhood
Sadness embraces winds blowing a symphony of passion
Time stood with expectation of retreat to my realm
Since I was invincible, the harpoon crosses the finish line
The lighthouse watches the fire rise through thoughts of Indecency,
A collaboration of hands holds the secret of sadness
I can still hear the wind crying out to the heavens
Forcing myself to sleep from a nightmare brewing in the air
Crystal clear the night unveil my nakedness
Sitting beside the moon, where did I leave her heart?
Inside reside the yearning desire of reaching for the stars
Granted a syllabus with sharp edge pointing at the sun
Transparency holds my hand
Walk behind A shield derailing
stray bullet from piercing my shamefulness
The life of unsung heroes, the reality of dreams can be overwhelming
Right after the door is shout, slowly descent a crucial impression of truthfulness
Bring back that cat eye’s steering at my rear view mirror
Exactly at the right moment
I open my soul…
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
I kept you around because you knew me,
You knew my story,
My background,
The trauma,
The meaning behind tired.
What I forgot was that I gave you that privilege,
The chance to stay even after the door had been locked,
The opportunity to hold me close when all you did was let me go and watch me come right back,
Like the bright red yo-yo you had when you were a kid.
I had forgotten I had given you a right to see me at my weakest,
Me.
I did that.
There was a time before you,
When I knew no such thing as a hand wrapped around my throat in your tight fist when fists were made for Rock-Paper-Scissors,
When scars were thrown across my body when I thought scars were from battle wounds earned by soldiers fighting for a country they loved,
There was a time when a man hitting a woman never crossed my mind,
That only happened in dramatic movies and horror films.
You,
You gave me a reason to open my eyes to see the world in a way that I thought I would never have to look in but I guess,
Thanks.
Thank you for the caution that I have adopted into my life,
Thank you for darkness I can hide myself in when I feel unsafe,
Thank you for the heartbreak,
For the chance to understand that pain exists in the world,
A world I never knew and would not have been able to survive in because I was too gentle.
I was delicate,
My skin only flushed when it reached embarrassment and not with shamefulness,
I was untouched in a way only God could understand but even now,
My faith shakes in the light that points into my face when I am being questioned by my alter ego.
Convincing myself,
Persuading,
It was what I had wanted, right?
Because how do you let someone stay after purple kisses are given to you by their fists,
How do you let someone climb into your body unwillingly if you were stripped numbly by their hands and you were too frozen to object.
You must have wanted it,
Right?
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
I met a man once
Who claimed he was the devil,
I took him to bed
In the back room of a used book store.
We drove through the countryside
While he enchanted me with poetry;
His sorrowful sonnets
Rang in my ears,
Revealing, with shamefulness,
His lifetime of fears;
Tears fell from my heart
As I took his hand in mine,
For I found that he and I
Held our fair share of troubled times.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Tempest Bequests
provide us something pleasant
as the darkness only consumes,
leaving our bare bones hollow
and aching - no longer moving
we're forever seeking to become
stronger than yesterday's wimps
please shine your brightest light
on our otherwise shamefulness
awaken us from the thoroughly
saddening tempest bequests...
and even if this be our last ever
request - we yearn for freedom
james kenneth blaylock
9-15-15
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
victimize
with those eyes.
the ones I saw staring back at me.
you transform my distress
into your guilt.
I'm not a scapegoat
for the way you feel towards yourself.
you're blamelessness
reminds me of my shamefulness.
i'm convicted of crimes against humanity
convicted of crying over you and me.
you saw it didn't you?
that I couldn't make eye-contact with you.
because i'm no good.
but good at being bad.
disappointed in me,
myself -
because my best never seems to make it into your realm of goodness.
hiding
bleeding gums from when your words are pointed at me
i'm still finding the tiny glass shards you kept beneath the sheets.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
I jump out of the windows of my sanity
just to go back into the utter shamefulness of the page.
- self to self, Feb. 2, 2012 (drunk and shattered)
i have gone back to
where i do not know,
but i know my place
in this finite moment
there is an echo exhuming
the silence,
minting something in the soul,
flowering first in the ear,
and into the overgrowth
felt by the shaking hand — this andante
of a following.
i come not with light,
only a twist of a shadow.
the night is absolute with
garbled song
and i struggle to understand
as all other slept on such lissomeness
of beds that i do not know of,
i know not where i am.
my body has already gone rogue
with its proprioceptions yet,
i doubt not my place
in this moment — this poem.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
a condition
with stygian
inhibits our
haunts with
crypts and
needs a
hoax to
ridicule their
emancipation that
entirely melts
them as
a ghost
harbors ill
in milieu
while platitude
burry death
in gratitude
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
What have you paid for this nothingness,
This refusal you have made your own,
Wearing discontent like shamefulness,
To be greatest at being alone?
What satisfaction your martyrdom,
Your stubborn turning the other cheek,
The Queen of the loneliest kingdom,
Self-loathingly bragging she is weak?
What appreciation have you earned,
Playing the role of unlovable,
Who knows more than the lessons she learned,
Too scared to be discoverable?
What’s worth being unworthy of love,
Flaunting beauty as only a tease,
Fallen from that pedestal above,
If you smiled once you’d find love with ease.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
Money makes the world go round, i think it's more complex
A mutual attraction plays a part, with people having ***
It's not really all that sordid, or a perverted mind
There wouldn't even be a world, without the bump and grind
Don't dismiss the theory, and be part of the gang
The Earth and all creation, was born from the big bang
If we didn't have the urges, then populations would diminish
Wouldn't people just die out, and that would be our finish
It's not so much a ***** world, that's filled with obscene words
Nature can be wonderful, if you embrace the bees and birds
Some people maybe reserved, but they still like feely plays
They'll fornicate and that is fine, in many different ways
Shamefulness is in the mind, but mainly in your thoughts
Even things deemed of disgust, like golden water sports
Attractiveness will always work, if the chemistry is right
Loosen up your prudish side, and never be too tight
Release your thoughts upon the world, it can be liberating
A closed mind needs opening, to stop it hibernating
In pursuit of money and wealth, is nothing too imperial
There are other riches to behold, that aren't so immaterial
Embrace your human instincts, you can stand up tall and proud
It's all to do with attitude, no matter quiet or loud
Repeal masses of pettiness, amend laws of your legislature
Indulge in all your fantasies, become one with Human Nature
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC