"slanders" poems
Law,
All ye termites hacking ants are you without sin?
Twisting the law to your greed thus dethroning justice
Thou that dis-virgins the law to suit your selfish taste,
Did not equity say that none is above the law?
Money-thirsty vultures seeking positions to occupy.
Law hackers depriving justice and equity of her rights
Equity and justice now lives in shame of her virginity,
Almighty termite, do not your deeds speak evil of your sins?
I weep blood for justice and equity whose daughters you *****
Is there none whose conscience still breathe or lives?
Power-driven termites making uncountable promises
Yet accomplishing none but your calculated interests.
Equity,
All ye leaders that preach peace, are you not corrupt minded?
En-slaving accounts meant for public welfare
Yet you claim to have the peoples interest in mind,
Did not the law command you to let equity and justice smile?
Parasitic predators hi-jacking the country's economy
Filthy termites proclaiming injustice upon powerless ants,
Justice hackers, do not your conscience judge your judgments?
I wish that you allow justice and equity have her way.
Law benders at whose feet equity and justice bow
Rippers of the law, at your hands justice is twisted,
Is your nature as humans so inhumane?
Little wonder the earth lives in fear of your tyranny.
Justice,
All ye slanders of the law, why not sheath your swords of corruption?
Your unchecked power has broken the wings of justice
Thereby making equity a widow without a husband,
Remember your oaths to serve with justice and equity;
Did you deceive the ants that voted you in to serve them?
Chameleons occupying seats of filtered ambitions
Woe betide your conscience for refusing to judge you,
Are you not guilty of molesting the law?
I mourn for the shameful death of equity and justice.
You that crafts the law to fit your suit of corruption
Remember a day comes when justice will laugh again,
And you being powerful cannot escape the law of Karma.
Karma,
Murderers of the law, will you also bribe karma?
I doubt if you can buy the law of karma with money.
Thou whose gluttony corrupts justice and equity,
Don't you feel guilty that you disvirgined the law?
Equity and justice now roams about in nakedness,
You that preach the law, are you true to yourself?
Heartless spiders cob-webbing the law to entangle poor ants
Did not equity bid you come to justice with clean hands?
Yet with filthy garments you condemn innocent ants;
Mind you that someday the law will rise again.
All ye scavengers of justice and hackers of the law,
Do you think you can **** the law of Karma?
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
Encephalon is the flagitious syndicate target
To imprison the saintly and resistant population
In the research agenda which is classified
We are selected guinea pigs in a nightmare
To the unethical secret operations
Unknown to many, is the silent suffering
Of isolated victims living amongst the community
Satellite surveillance includes electromagnetic harassment
That burning, thought stealing, control of limbs feeling
I was done by the hoary Navy's sonar
Poor dolphins washed up Cornwall's beach(1)
After sonar echoed in my right lughole
Mind control technology has evolved
The community are recruited by false propaganda
Thats the local police, council, library, not restricted to neighbours
Old style Cointelpro is in play
Discredited, slanders, and victim blaming
Who can we share with but other targets
Nobody asked which human is for "use" in trials?
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:37 AM UTC
Temptation at its finest
Bad decisions, like they're mindless
As I look at all the blindness
Living life like it's timeless
Some shout yolo, others think nobody could see them
If I were them I'd be COMBATING all those demons-even start praying more!!!
WE ARE NOT KIDS
THIS IS FOR REAL
THIS IS FOR SURE
Good intentions are always first
But next comes PAIN or should i say hurt
then your trapped doing dirt
Or should I say"pay backs"
Very unforgiving
Trapped in sin
Hurting no-one but self.
Trapped in sin
I wonder if they know
With pain comes power
But you hand it over
When you're trapped in sin
It's foul, it's ***** it's sneaky, it's deceiving, it's spiteful,it slanders
It's hurting others, it's nasty, it's unforgiving, it's lustful
It's sin!
Release yourself of it.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
The HUM-BUZZIN' 0f a newspaper flywheel-press
What jarred up BUZZIN' slanders will these stories hold?
On Newspaper traps where tortured minds are stuck and sold!
Where lowered human beings are treated less
On almost every city corner news is sought
Those ugly outhouse lookin' shacks disperse,
Smelly rotten things not found in beauty verse
The sensation of broken wing-ged offical caught
Garbage boy, toss my garbage at my door,
maggot level I will bend,
And claw-fetch the news of bitter end
And saaaavoooor the nasty things in store
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
Sojourn at the hinterlands of a fog casket
awoken to be suffocated
put to sleep to dream
within a dream the nightmare of a mother's fear
depression is so easy to slink in
so wary of all those palpable sins
like being yourself -
awoken to be suffocated
put to sleep to dream
with a dream the nightmare of a mother's fear
where pink haired ladies
talk about my dissonance
within a dream about the nightmare of my mothers
self punishment -
for birthing me
questioning if it was the right decision
if I was born to suffer
this fate
so i wake in the land of dead people
who's limbs fall apart
as they're names are called out by the concierge
to my voice as whisper
to my courage bubbling underneath
a mother fearful of coming close
forgiveness is a blessing
and the tears flow
out of the eyes of a child onto the cheeks of a woman
who's life was molested by other peoples sanctions
a woman who stood tall for the voice of others children and elders
who encouraged chance meetings to be themselves via magazine clippings
and a mother afraid to come close
and a child still living the actions of a ghost looming at her with wide eyed slanders of " you ****** up , you piece of ****
you **** up at everything"
it's difficult to look it's like watching someone be strung up
naked
tied to posts
and the spaces between their fingers sliced
their yoni sliced
their ******* sliced
their heart beating wide eyed screaming
silenced.
My mother
who birthed me
whom i respect
for all of her showings
no matter how ****** up
strung up
and the vision is blinding.
and we're both crying
but i don't tell her
because it's lunch time
and she's ****** up again.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Your life is full of agony
A victim of slanders and hate
Accumulation of grievances
of years being shunned away
from your rightful position on the throne..
Cant blame you though
For your temptation to retaliate
Try to put my feet in your shoes
Cant imagine to be as strong as you
of the voices unheard
of the opportunities rejected
of the freedom denied
of the rights deprived
of the life laughed at
of the mental torture
of all the torments in your heart...
Do Revenge... I am with you
If you fall and fail
I am still here for you
to wipe all your sorrows away..
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
what is a telescope
-a tyrannosaurus skeleton
-a reluctant birthright
what are *****
-a state line
-an obsolete receipt
what is a wave
-grandmother says: she will never forget as long as she lives
-a forest trail in thick fog
what is sea sick
-he ran over a dog
-wettest March of the century
what is an hour
-no smoking allowed
-the fuming face of a buffalo
what is sunburn
-inedible black toast
-I think she slanders me
what is wine
-overnight contact lens solution
-a humble canal
what is a mirror
(child | beluga)
~(ham):o + ¥ineapple
what is travel
-a last minute thing
-warmth within a windshield
what is revision
-a slow explode
-milk in coffee
what is antacid/calcium supplement
-a bottle cap
-handy clutter
what is a fist
-something to try eating when in circles
-flour, 1-to-20 eggs, some ennui, expiration dates
what is a sigh
-a fresh seismograph sheet
-sound mechanical in early morning
what is skin
-a shoelace
-child labor
what is a workshop
-scalpels, piñata bats
-a lunar module
what is that shiny dead thing in the green eyed river
-New Year’s Eve ball drop
-otherworldly return to beginning
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 8:33 PM UTC
Every generation
has the leaders and the followers.
The popular kids and the geeks,
the kids who get high on the streets
and the kids who get high on cloud nine.
The artists and the poets,
the skaters, the stoners,
the musicians and the actors,
and we all have the kids
who are all of the above.
We all have the kids
who are none of the above.
Times change, yes
and trends come and go
but don’t tell me that I’m exceptional
not because of what I know
but because of the children
that surround me.
Don’t tell me to speak my dreams
and release my strife in the form of rhyme
because “few others you know do it”.
Passion is limitless,
passion is ageless
and while I’m being raised
in a generation of technology
and dramatic social media,
yolo and swag, pregnant teens
and 55-hour marriages-
I’m growing up
in a generation of artists,
a generation of dreamers,
a generation of doers,
and a generation
of freethinkers.
Freethinkers whose words
drip from their tongues like honey
and stain their pages in the world
like wine.
Students who get bored
with teachers wanting them to think
in 1’s and 0’s,
fit into standards,
speak in slanders
and begin to hyperventilate
because they can’t translate
what they think.
Kids who haven’t forgotten
that breathing in binary isn’t healthy.
Apparently, those that find
enough creative destruction in life to cheat the system
are going against the greater public’s
better judgement,
feeling free to sit and glare
at those who swear that they’re normal,
but I’m not growing up with those kids.
People who sit back and cry crocodile tears
for those who don’t know
what to think of themselves,
sitting back and laughing
at those who shudder and shake
at the thought of being caught in between
different sides of their minds
that they don’t know it’s okay to have…
but I’m not growing up with those people.
I’m growing up in a
group of rebels,
a group that will one day
run the nation-
a nation of tenacious activists,
wearing their minds
more professionally than
politicians wear their suits-
and with better ideas.
Because we have voices,
we have pens,
but most important
we have ideas,
ideas that can change the world,
change the world more
than poker-faced suits
and hate commercials
and picket signs
ever could.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
This is the time of your life!
To do your deed to the country you love
For the promise of a prosperous land
A brighter future for the nation
Our pledge for a credible leader
Guide the citizen with religion faith
Lead our life with nobility, integrity and honesty
In the present day, Future and the hereafter..
vote ! dont lose your voice
Dont you keep your grievances at heart
Let your voice be heard...
So do not lose your vote... VOTE!
To win or to lose
To die or to live
Winning or losing is part and parcel
Of a COMPETITION...
Contestants please play fair
Voters stay calm and cool..
Try not to spread evil and hatred among us..
Leading us all to chaos..
Also Try not to remain silent
when given the right to choose
Play democracy! Play fair!
Chaos may end up bad..
If we do not maturely contest
For who’s wrong and who’s right...
Chaos may end up a disaster, a massacre...
Explainable chaotic phenomena
If we do not curb our lust for greed..
Campaign maturely for Malaysia..
We despise chaos and fights
Votes are the voices of people
Let us all do our bit to Malaysia
Stop this Chaos!!
Silence the words of slanders and hates...
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi
from Piraeus Greece Billy
ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W
Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic
your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA.
You aren't above the law
Poisoners sterile hainas
Susan WRat no.
**** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona.
Filthy rats
Creeping animals
**** of life
Shoddy monstrosity.
Subhuman
Spectres of Hell
**** vermins
How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's
Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing
Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas
Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes
Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell *****
You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from
1982.
Coward filthy **** *****
Vermin word raitano
Poisonous serpent
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
Two-legged rats
I'm talking to you all
because creeping creatures,
even being the most cursed,
compared to your evildoers
vermin human predators,
a creeping snake
stands taller than you all.
**** leeches
**** cockraoches
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.
Slanders trashing whoever
is holy good and precious
You Vermin
Poisonous serpents
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time.
Two-legged filthy rats,
I'm talking to you!
because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth
unwelcome in heaven,
compared to you **** brains.
stands much taller.
You're listening to me
useless
Hyena of Hell
How much I hate you and despise you!
**** leech
**** cockraoch
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.
Vermin
Poisonous serpents
In everyone's paradise.
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
Two-legged my filthy rats
I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek.
because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed compared to you
You stand even smaller.
~~~~~~~
Repost.
By Paquita del Barrio
And Karijinbba.
1976-present
All Rights.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
When wave of trouble batter too harshly,
And life's fortune refuses its smile.
There is a place I love to be
When the road to stardom seems endless,
With all efforts but yet fruitless.
There is a place I love to be
When life's puzzles is so scrambled,
And the solution is far reachable.
There is a place I love to be
When the turbulence abound in drill
And I seek to get out, to leave and be free.
There is a place I love to be
When best friends turns foes
When my trust makes me fool,
There is a place I love to be.
When brothers i dear
Brings me slanders i bear
There is a place I love to be.
When all hope are betrayed,
And the once caring arm elbow me away
There is a place I love to be.
When my sins seems unforgivable,
And no one else I could cuddle,
There is a place I love to be
A place that promises no stress and worry,
A place often hard to find,
Buried in the garden of luck.
A place cool, calm And soothing
And its warmth comfort me on every side.
I could lay all day long,
'cause in there I often found solace.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
I'm sorry everything I did was just sweet way to make you leave,
surfing on waves made of maybe I'll kiss you again
getting high off disappointment without knowing that's really how all those movies end.
And all you wanted was my heart on a plate
and baby, maybe I said no,
but I'm still bleedin' from the hole.
And I backtrack all the slanders for the moments you got me to believe in you.
I may have made up a lot of dumb excuses
but they were exclusively to your benefit.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
Your eyes are an inferno
I cant help but look away
Slow burning in my chest
It's not your gaze, but what you say
Your words set me on fire
Slowly hushing the embers
Charring what left inside
Pacing your slanders
Every tomorrow will rain
To wash away the ashes
But your words left a stain
And you still hold the matches
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Happiness and perhaps even the joy we thought was certain can only blink in isolation, because nowadays everything is superficial, manipulative, can increasingly deceive, can intentionally deceive and even deceive, a plastic, unpredictable tachycardia infarction can trigger alarm signals. Nowadays, almost everything is heralding the little kingdoms of ambitious people: everyone would like to seize treasures, deals, or even unstable, fleeting reputations for themselves.
Perhaps it would be better to palliate the compromised, sufficiently stubborn counterargument, unbaked slanderous sermons, unfortunately, it is increasingly easier to plant them in souls, where there are already enough weeds growing, because everyone only dares to scratch the truer, more secret depths of existence, because they do not dare to go against the truth, honesty at all.
A few well-sounding awards, false-lying congratulations, merits would flatter the inner self - if only they could -, but a handful of the pure chemical accumulates in the human being, to cleanse the burdens of petty sins like the waters of Lethe. Halfway between the daridos of blind slanders and half-truths, rust eats away at the counterarguments that are not lazy to think; the little worm from Alamus keeps gnawing away not only inside, but also in the outside world; because the wild crowd of jerks and jerks is deliberately going around blindly and like a gang of brainwashed idiots, following a false idol leader.
Because sometimes it is better if one switches to the hard-working mole-like mode and chews oneself out of the annual rings of infected promises and meaningless false words. Because the problem is still that every worm believes itself to be a winner at the same time, when it realizes that it has already pitifully swallowed everything. Behind the scenes - even so - it often happens that there may even be time to hunt each other!
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
I do not stand alone,
Thinking that in this world,
There is something unknown.
Unknown is the reason for greed,
For wealth and harboring, A ******
A sickness untreated to allow innocence to bleed.
Unknown is the reason for racism,
Spoken slanders and propaganda's,
Media's misguided music to masses for totalitarianism.
Unknown is the need to be accepted,
A collection of emotions to be displayed,
Not being ourselves - The worst, portrayed.
I need not know a lot for I know this,
That love overcomes all and ties us together,
In an intercontinental consciousness.
I know this because walls have been brought down,
Children play where none were once found,
People still rejoice in helping, healing and sound.
I need not know a lot because this, I have found.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
I am a practitioner of madness this month
so bless your bravery to vex me
if you want to see intellectual slaughter
it will be a gift and pleasure for me
more the better, for fear I do not have
not in this month of madness
Come swine drink my vintage wine
it maybe warm but I know you like it
then like a ***** give me more
of your unfounded slanders you *******
come dine with me
in my month of madness
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
i value
GOD
as the source of our knowledge
and take their
slanders
with a pinch of salt
knowing for full sure and certain
HE is real
HIS WORD makes MATTER so
for knowledge
where else would one go?
but to the ONE who KNOW
LOVE LOVE LOVE
ALL WE NEED IS GOD TO LOVE
LOVE OF GOD
THANKS SO MUCH
FOR EVERYTHING
in this beautiful garden
valley of tears
energising inanimate objects in which i type with mud and water on mud on water
flowering out of this mud
farmed to eat the mulberry bush
for the secret i on
LOVELOVELOVE
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 11:38 AM UTC
the comatose day slanders the "preoccupied"
with its images
dying children mar the moonlight's release
(the awakening lovers that we all want)
our culture ....is
a petrified forest!
producing but this!
villified psuedo-leaders!
but
i am the master here!
soon you'll be gone!
as
the vestigial hints of a
slandered humanity soon fade
the dying children
stream down from
the moonlight's lovliness
and undresses us of fearfulness
and places around us
aura's deep and true colors
and dreams
WE BELIEVE!
and live
WE BELIEVE!
and forgive
WE BELIEVE!
and rise
true again in our own eyes
and
true again in eachother's lives
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
I hear the voices behind me calling my name.
I turn to look, but the voices vanish.
I hear the voices when I walk through the canteen for lunch.
But I never ever find the source.
Do you want to know what I hear?
I hear the secrets I've told one person.
I hear the embarrassment I've put on myself.
I hear the pain and suffering I've had to deal with.
I hear my name slandered every turn I make.
But the worst of it all, I've heard that it all came from you.
You talk to me like a friend,
But in reality, behind my back -
You're a monster waiting to devour me.
A monster who slanders my name.
A monster who spreads my secrets.
A monster who I thought was my FRIEND turns out to be the same person stabbing me in the back.
What have I ever done to you to deserve such treatment?
I am cross with you,
but I won't fight back.
Because when I do, I'd be the very monster that you are.
Tell me more, tell me more.
Tell me more of your lies.
Lie to my face and say it with a coy smile.
In the end of the day, you are nothing but an insecure little child who needs attention.
I will no longer give you that attention.
Lie to me some more,
I'll hear you, but never listen.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
If you are hurt or betrayed, If you are hurt by people, who share the same blood as you. Remember Yussuf A.S, who was betrayed by his own brothers.
If you find your parents opposing you. Remember Ibrahim A.S, whose father led him to the fire.
If you are stuck with a problem where there's no way out. Remember Yunnus A.S stuck in the belly of a whale.
If you are ill and your body cries with a pain, remember Ayyub A.S who was more ill than you.
If someone slanders you. Remember Aishah A.S who was slandered throughout the city.
If you are lonely. Recall Adam A.S who was created alone.
If you cannot see any logic around you. Think of Nuh A.S who built an ark without questioning.
If you are mocked by your own relatives. Think of Nabi Muhammad S.A.W.
Can't you see how wonderful our Nabi is and their stories. Islam is indeed beautiful and perfect!
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
Jenny
Jenny, oh dear Jenny,
Gone forever
Still I wonder what could've been your life given over
and how times will your disease take another.
Posing with a smile full of cheeks last I saw her.
Eight days before, you ate so poor
Picture requests came in more and more
Watching every meal gram
Had to look right for Instagram
Had to get the comments yelling, Jenny ****
Gotta to have the likes and the views
No harm but fun in making them drool
Loving the way they cyber worship you
She's only a baby but that's not how they saw her
Ever showing off the many contours of her body
So the many names they had for our Jenny.
The many predators adoring her daily
Always in the chat list
Begging for more than a kiss.
All they had to do was ask and she happily gave
You would call her fast but I saw an Image slave.
Picture after picture never fully pleased
Illegal nip and tucks were the only means
To get the look she desperately wanted to achieve.
Make me to die for
She went and said at death's door
That was her last smile
Didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye
Under twenty and gone already,
She's only a baby, yet heaven is ready.
Jenny if I told you would you actually believe
You're apart us all, even me
All slanders made on you really hide that truth
We go around and around in deja vu
Obsession for perfection is no longer fiction
Though we don’t treat it as the worst form of temptation
Just be quiet, wait, be patient for a next self destruction
Now fingers pointing at Jenny’s pretty picture
Forget the doctor
That’s who we'll blame.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Welcome to society's wicked game.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
*the foolish thing about me is that
even in the most starless of nights
i swear i see your face in the sky
thin contrails define the contours of
your face and the faint luster of
the quarter-moon is
your sirenic beam
illuminating
my lonely castles in the air
this solitary heart of mine
can't bear to scatter the stones
for my feeble soul will only gather
each and every last one splintered
my fingertips under your vicious spell
like in a catalepsy i cannot depart will build
myriad statues; columns of tributes chastely paid
down to your fangs crooked, eyes black,
hair crimson gossamer, $2 acid green leather shoes
and cigarette fixed between ghastly ripe lips
uttered infinite slanders and sins then
the swan song sang way too soon
i am tethered to your morbid grandeur
prisoned by your hard-bitten disposition
such enticing torment i revel in*
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC