"slandering" poems
She's a Narcissistic *****
I quite often call her the Witch
She ground a good man down
through her greed and selfish desires
she has no room for sympathy or compromise
if the outcome does not involve her.
Now that he is dead
She won't leave him be
and keeps slandering his memory
hate is too good a word for her
but my god I'd love to punch her
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much?
Noticed I called you by your rightful title.
Negus
King, Ruler, Emperor
Not ***** or ******
The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable.
But anyway let's get back to it.
Why do you hate me?
Is it because of my full lips or my round hips?
My low tolerance for ********
The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin?
Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin.
Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion?
It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess!
So why not praise me for my natural features
Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements
Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale?
Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale.
But pardon my melanin
I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror
That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me
Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty
But pardon my melanin
My superiority is in my melanin
Encased in my skeleton
Our ancestors wouldn't like this
They would not be proud of that colorism that exist
They slander us for our features yet they list after it
This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit
You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother.
I am the fruit of this nation.
But pardon my melanin
So I'll ask again
Why do you hate me?
We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist
I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss
Melanin filled girls I am here to say
You are a queen never be afraid to be seen
The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd!
You are not ratchet bitter or mean
Youre a stunning melanin queen
So pardon my melanin?
Naw enlightened by me melanin.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
I like slandering your makeshift forceps.
I hammer you down with watery *** and then spill
the remainder on the couch. Yarg! A diamond’s
worth at least a small intestine, and you
are worth whatever’s left over after night
has upended itself, poured sideways out of its
shellacked crawlspace, and turned the basement sour.
There are remnants of you in the park,
some red stain by the baseball field where,
if you’ll remember, you watched little leaguers
build teamwork, and faint splotches on tree bark
from your lactations which, if you’ll remember, happened
every morning. I whisper your godforsaken name
and am slapped in the head. The children cry
when I smile. I cry when the children smile. Good
heavens. I forbid you from not entering my corridor,
even as I set up a barricade. I like my water scalding,
my passion chilled, and I like you in easy-to-
swallow doses. I like you in my eggs.
Ditto the faucet, keyboard, the occasional lily,
but do not mess with my pearls. I mumble of apodictic
meadows while I sleep. What can I say?
I do not mumble of unclogging your bathtub,
which has a certain foul repute, and has grown
heavy and ugly with your hair, which is everywhere,
just as you are everywhere, and wherever, and so
********* hidden it’s not funny anymore, we stopped
looking some millennia ago, after scouring the drainpipes,
kicking down your doors, dissecting your mattress,
speculating about your burial site, etcetera, and even so
we have not been really looking all this time, have we,
just blaring your name through the speakers,
putting wrong numbers on our calling cards, leaving
uncooked meat out on the back porch as if you were
a raccoon, oh, or a lion, which you are not, or not
quite, though, as the books say, you have honey
in your stomach, and if you could but be
ripped open we would taste and see.
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 8:21 PM UTC
A best friend
Be's the best he
Can ever be
Don't take it for granted that
Everything goodll come if
Fate allows it
To fourth and search
Hither until
It knocks your head
Just about right
Know your enemies
Love your friends
Many are lost through
Naysaying and slandering
Obviously those types of
People will realise
Queens and Kings will be
Recrowned, killed and
Sanctioned against
Through hatred and anger
Unless a person who
Verbs his way through
Wards of hospitals where
Xenophobia is lost while
You sit like a caged animal in a
ZOO!
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
Fend off our victimisation
Our celestial visualisation
Help to keep the harmful at bay
Tell us how love will find a way
In times of ruinous meandering
When our cognitive strengths are weak
As baneful people take to slandering
I will be there just seek
I'm where you alone will find me
When my troubled times will grind me
I will seek my comfort in you
There is nothing we cannot do
The jealous, vicious, ugly hate
That others land at our door
The pain in their lives must be great
To think they can destroy our core
Life takes over it beats you down
But your accomplishments renown
The person you are in my eyes
As through the ashes you will rise
We stand, as always, together
As one potent heart forever
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
Following the path less taken
Over all the low roads and
Routes plummeting towards the craven
Gateways of Hell takes the travelers
Into enlightenment. Those who avoid Satan's
Vengeance and forked whispers
Emerge from the waters of the lake in
Nature's womb veiled in holy layers
Encompassing their soul. This ache in
Society seeps into the bones of naysayers
Slandering the purging powers of equal pardon.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Since lockdown, there is
virtually no road **** no
dead foxes, badgers, or
rabbits on the wayside.
Since lockdown there is
virtually no refuse, no
Kentucky or McDonald
wrappers on the wayside.
Since lockdown, there is
virtually no pollution, no
no noise or exhaust fumes
or oil drips on the wayside.
Since lockdown there is
virtually no people, no
idle gossip or slandering
in groups on the wayside.
Since lockdown there is
virtually no spraying, no
herbicides pesticides or
fungicides on the wayside.
Since lockdown, there is
virtually no reason why
anyone would wish for a
re-opening. Of the wayside.
Ps.
I love Lockdown.
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Kozarev, you are like a summer's day:
Bright and brilliant; exotic and vibrant.
Smart and gallant; generous and elegant.
Our story is flickering like these smooth bushes
of May; ah, but why I saw thee not today,
I knew not why.
How could I dream of thee not?
Ah, my dreams are bad.
Nature hath probably cursed whom;
whenever they enter into my mind at night.
I hate their promises, and their tongues-
they are forever and ever slandering
my faith-by chanting about thy presence,
their mouths are fraught with lies;
leaning to me like those filthy, ungodly,
savagery; if I was to catch thee not-
why should have they insisted so?
I am jealous of those hidden faces, unknown
Behind thy walls, impatient to grasp thee
with a bite of lustful words, swearing at
thy benevolence, for I canst be more so,
and more generous than thou hath thought.
My blood boileth with sickly temperaments-
whenever I am bound to one thinking
Of thy prudence, and tactfulness
Towards the glamor of insipid dames.
My soul becomes problematic, and forested
in severed distraction and dismay
by averted lips of choking and gasping all day!
Ah, yes, suffrage shall be beneath my eyes,
until no more breath is perhaps to remain,
and only wreaths of crossness
Frantically treading about the paths
of my gouty lungs; wreaking away bit by bit
their brevity, washing off every virulent trace
of devotional identity, and gravity.
This is harassing me-the knowledge of
being unable to see thee once more,
this evening, perhaps-
and I am twisting and glaring at
these painful thoughts like a dream.
And you, you are-as the butterflies start to file
Out of their realms and into our world
You are just like their epic poems;
fruitful and delicious indeed-
but humble as those thorns,
smiling at the sun though wounded;
and laughing by the smallest of whose delight.
Kozarev, you are my man; and as you dance along
the gravel paths by handsome moonlight,
you are even more glittering than which;
and with thy stateliness
You will but own my heart once more,
lifting it up from every dim deprecation
and fruitless laudation it hath hitherto ventured into.
And I love thee and might just love thee more every day;
more than every promise my poems can say,
I adore thee and cannot live without thee
Swift and marvelous is my love,
blessed and ingenious as it shall ever be.
I love thee, Kozarev.
Obicham te.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 7:41 AM UTC
Whatever God created one like me?
One filled with such a stunning yearn
To be lauded so bountifully
To have the praise I feel I've earned
And yet what deceitful praise be this?
This medal, prize, or boon I seek?
Life's great champion gets a kiss
At his stage's end, upon his cheek
Life's not worth living, lest I receive
The title I think rightfully mine
From it I truly feel bereaved
My great pursuit, my silver line
But to what end will I yet place?
My worth on such a goal as this
This victory I've given all to chase
I fear that it does not exist
Outside my mind there's no such thing
As being "first" or "better" than
These people I've been slandering
For ego's sake, my fellow man
What will become of the narcissist?
And of the competitor at that?
My flaws make a prodigious list
My pride is huge, my doubt is fat
The only cure is to accept
Perfection is an imperfect aim
I'm smart to think that I'm inept
And that for me, to lose is gain
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
a toast to the gangsters, a toast to the pimps
stand up gentleman take a bow take a bow
a toast to the ****** a toast to the wanna be lovers
stand up ladies take a bow
curtsy) if you’re up to it
poor legs
poor nails
poor car
spoiled slandering moving cat
across the room across
the spill across
the dress across
the yelling and the screaming oh make it stop
will they just shut up
for some peace....and quiet....
cars’ been destroyed dress’ been ruined
oh make it stop
burn
bathe in the fire
walk through the flames
come out a winner
go right to dinner
sleep wake up
repeat
(spoiled
slandering
moving
masterpiece)
I’m here at last mother(the final step)
what could I be for the soiled money
everything
buy everything and stick it in
forget about those getting stuffed and thrown
i am my own&more;
walk past the homeless who knows anyways
upon all upon you this is burning
watchthecars watch the cars watch....the...cars..
quickly swiftly they move fast and
i am happiness
does this make you happy
the world we live in struck down by lightening and thunder ****** **** ****** theft
all of the rage and anger’s been kept
unto this moment untothisdream
i am in control of my own dreams my own mind
money
money
watch it burn
burn it all
laugh
repeat
if i were God’s foot i would smash it all
no man two hundred feet tall
feel like it lie to yourself sleep wake up repeat
if i if i if i could i would
burn it all
today the education of the nation has been flushed away
reading a book has been forgotten and instead they read how to take drugs through a can
i can i can i can
burn it all
fathom me into the faintest
pyromania-(the world we live in)-a statement of love and blessing
faith’s faith in the world has failed
i have failed
it’s all burning already there’s no way to stop it
scream
this is all i have left
at your feet
i must break through this wall
two hundred thousand feet tall
t h------ ick take a
lick
screamandcry
everyone’s lying and everyone’s crying and everyone’s dying
please dear Jesus do something please
i can not do this all on my own
i am sick call a doctor over there’s the phone
no more snow and no more rain
lay down all of your strain
your stress is at my disposal
only a few days left
we can watch it burn together
(I am burnt)
third degree
just come and help me
let us feel the click between us
we are One and I’m no longer afraid
of the world we live in perhaps
but you are my hope
lovelovelovelovehopeloveyes
(when i think of you i know
exactly in the end where we will go)
i am a flower
hold me
embrace me
let me know that I am loved too
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
The Devil
makes you go hungry
and he fills you with greed.
The Devil whispers in your ears
until they both bleed.
The Devil
is the one that makes
you want to throttle your bird,
you can find the Devil at the
bottom of a bottle I've heard.
The Devil
is to blame, for your pain and your loss,
he fills you with rage,
and the Devil is your boss,
when you work like a slave for
minimum wage.
The Devil
fills your glasses
and he empty's your cup,
That dark lord will make you
commit benifit fraud,
and he is the one,
who grasses you up.
The Devil
makes you stray,
with no regard,
for what your doing
to anothers life,
and while your away,
the Devil's in your house
giving it hard, to your wife.
The Devil
makes you bold
and he does fill you with fear,
the Devil turnes the young old
and can turn a strait man queer.
The Devil
took your daughter,
and turned her into
a wrinkled old hag.
Round our way, a piece
of the Devil is bought for,
ten pound a bag.
The Devil
never stays at home
and never will he rest.
The Devil is the one who
gives you a loan,
and charges double interest.
The Devil
is the one who the police pursue
he is the one that they do chase,
unless the one on the run
happens to be you,
then dressed in blue,
the Devil you will face.
The Devil,
when the loneliness
can't be taken anymore,
he comes and disconnects your phone.
Need time on your own,
then the Devils banging on your door
and he just wont, leave you alone.
The Devil
resides, in your ex's eyes,
he made them say those words
that were not true.
And the Devil's already got his claws
into the next one, to tell you lies
and get thier filthy paws on you.
The Devil
makes you repeat what you've heard,
he makes your lips looser,
and next time someone's slandering you,
maybe its because they've had a word,
with Lucifer.
Yea the Devil is everwhere
but there is a way to get him of your case,
and tell him you'll see him later.
Grab that Devil by the horns,
look him in the face,
and tell him you belong, to the creator.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC
Sometimes you are the gasoline to an already burnt building
Sometimes you are the anger of a child who broke his own toy
And sometimes you are a fist of rage,
Yelling at the television
A puff of smoke
You are the post apocalyptic chaos of a rip tide too far gone to break
See, racism is not the shark but it's the ocean
All teeth and no mouth,
No jaw and no muscle
Just the white rattle of hate
The sharp grip of an untrained dog
People talk about racism like ancestral land and confederate flags,
Knowing that you own these things,
And we don't
As if we don't own this history too,
This system
Like we're tredding water
How many skin heads do you think were in the room when we signed off on immigration laws,
race legislations,
public school curriculums?
Or pushed policies like mandatory minimum sentencing,
benine neglect,
broken windows,
stop and frisk,
the race war?
Remember,
The eye of the hurricane is the least harmful part of the storm
You,
The eye of the chat room,
All poker face and no cards
So which individual Donald Trump bigot boogie man are we supposed to be mad at?
When do we stop pointing out the bad apples long enough to acknowledge the orchid was planted on a mass grave?
When do we stop slandering race and start slandering unsolicited rage?
Sharks **** about one person each year
Thousands drown
But of course this isn't really a poem for white supremacist
I don't know any white supremacist
But I do know the people in my neighbourhood,
And my family
And I know how white supremacy is upheld
Whether it is through action or inaction
How it isn't just the broken act of justice,
But the justice itself
How a white kid with a black face on Halloween and his friend who knew it was wrong but didn't say anything - start to blur together
Because let's be honest,
Some racists aren't even racist at all
So they say nothing
They're a silent chorus,
A dull underwater humming waiting to overflow
But when the songs of our cities break,
Will we choose to hear it?
Or will we keep looking for the shark,
Keep tredding water,
Not knowing that we're drowning?
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC
No room for a honest living cuz an Honest man tries,
broke the honest man dies,
while the living are rich with lies...
hidden agenda...
in this slandering propaganda...
You can make it by...
filling your heads with lies...
And while you think your living honest they just watchin you die...
never feeling your cries...
They just say they lived like you but they aint never lived your lives...
So they send out one, send out two, place them side by-by side...
Choose this guy hes just like you, see look him in the eyes...
but he aint never lived your lives...
all he hears is cries...
and the honest man dies...
and rich live on with lies!!!!
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
Does anyone need slurs,
from slandering neighbors?
Should it bother anyone,
that people seek after God?
Would it be better, to have
vile people influencing those,
with whom you have interaction
on a regular or daily basis?
What benefit can there be,
when individuals choose to
callously break their oaths?
Are they friend-worthy?
Ideas of no absolute truth
are destructive forces, meant
to ruin our relationship
with the one, true God.
Can anyone really be
hurt by unyielding Truth,
when it uncovers the lies
that people are living?
.
.
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Psa 15
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Why do you keep on flirting with darkness, slandering the light with something that could never light your way?
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
He forced me to wear a mask.
I obliged, of course I did,
For, he gave me no choice.
Uncomfortable, I removed it.
Phat! He slapped me,
Scared, I put it back on.
Unbearable, I tried again.
Phat! He slapped me,
Frightened, I put it back on.
I hated the mask more and more,
Yet, wore it making my heart a stone.
I removed the mask more and more,
But, that was only when I was alone.
And one day, I told myself,
"Freedom, that's what you love."
On that day, I told him,
"Society, You and I are done."
Now, he goes around slandering me.
I don't care, I honestly don't,
Because, this freedom is worth dying for!
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
You make my blood boil
You make my fists clench
My eyes squint
into a scowl
when I see your smug smile
lips curled
teeth bared
slandering my name
Go on ahead!
I know I am not to blame
for all the late nights of confusion
and all the moments of obsessive intrusion
You twist the story
say I'm no better
Leaving on my doorstep
a grammatically incorrect letter
Ah, nothing makes my skin crawl
more than the improper use of "you're"
"your a liar"
"you never take responsibility for you're actions"
God, I don't know where I ever found attraction!
You can condemn me all day to hell
but at least I know how to ******* spell!
You say that I make you absolutely sick
doesn't mean much coming from a
wannabe preppy pretense of a *****
Delete my number from your phone
Get a life and leave me alone
Stop penciling paragraphs
full of mean and spite
saying you don't know how I sleep at night
Well, the joke's on you
I don't actually sleep
And I don't miss your stupid Jeep
I literally have my own.
Again, put down your phone
and pick up a book
because being a *********
isn't exactly a fallback career
You got that? Have I made it clear?
You can go assassinate my character
to your nonexistent group
I'll just be ranting to my poet friends
on an online website everyone can see....
oops
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
****
that **** was multicultural as ****
Officer of whiteness to my father
“whose that?”
while pointing at me
“My son.”
Thats when they began
profiling
watching
Handcuffing
itching to use their guns
gossiping
slandering
putting me in danger
that thing whiteness dismisses
as paranoia
that is a new driving force
that was once
called sexuality
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Excuse for a minute I'm just having a bit of confusion
You see, my entire identity is giving me some delusion
I don't who I am or where I'm going
They say it's normal; the experience of growing
Since when was psyche slandering of innocent so beautiful?
I didn't know one descicion could be so meaningful
Which dream do I chase?
At this age begins the race
To run to my future
But I face so much pressure
Im not sure which life will be missed
The city or the campus? Neither can I resist
I am an athlete I am musician I am a student
Sorry Dad, but I'm also not the most prudent
Which world holds a life that is brighter?
All that matters now is that I am a writer
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 9:22 PM UTC
You've hurt me greatly
Though your desperate needs,
You yearned for affection
Detesting the weight of your words
leading my heart on the run
False propositions of a title
Lies slandering our names
Associated with whats fake
Clearly it was all give and no take
I was always just a ***maybe
Always unsure***
To you I was never a certain
Dare not define the word love
More the need to fill the void
With a heart that seemed to care
Take it carefully within your hands
Though without warning you begin to tear
Piece. by. piece.
The parts begin to fall
Blood dripping from within your palms
Before discarding it on the floor
Staining you with a rich crimson red
As you vanish off into the night
I dare not gaze upon your face again
Knowing the truth I would rather not fight
Settling the pain within me
Thats conjured up a storm
Swallow my pride and my despair
I'll let it go and move on
Though never again will I feel
The same gentle patient care
For dear sir, you have hurt me greatly
And on the second time round
I refuse to fight fair.
*Not a single tear will fall for you again
I shall not waste myself on you*
-
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
the hole
in your filter
let's you speak freely;
ambiguously slandering,
cursing, and hurting
every person
you know.
the hole
in our friendship
isn't going to get smaller;
it widens as you speak more
and more of the disgust
and anguish
i had to go
through.
the hole
in your guitar
is a sure place for my foot;
its destiny's been written again,
and broken,
it shall ring the tunes
i'd tried to get
you into
before
it
all
fell
through
all
the
holes
in
our
friendshit
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The path of least resistance
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and slandering all the poets
still dredging ancient sadness.
When we stroke the simple minds
of the massive multitude,
we'll slay the lonely dragons
of fear and solitude.
Let's save the poetry
before our thoughts just go black blind..
Don't let that 'ol intruder
steal the darkness from your mind.
(Steal the darkness from your mind...)
As the four winds dry
the ink out of your soul,
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Where sparks, arcs
and butterflies start flying.
I hear an old lady cry,
perfecting the art of dying.
Open your eyes,
here's your last chance.
Perfect your art or
take your stance.
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Let me take you away,
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