Long Poems About Shame
#shame
White Grimsby the Dole Capital of England! But evidently to racists the truth hurts!
By Stanley Collymore
If you invest in idleness rather than
training; if you literally promote
dependency rather than the
work ethic don't be surprised then when you have large numbers of individuals who very wilfully become idle and clearly dependent
on the taxpayer. These odious scroungers: obviously undoubtedly, from infant school
to compulsory secondary one, and clearly
with no intention actually of ever learning anything! Obviously, enter their own adult
life specifically and undoubtedly, with the ...
If you invest in idleness rather than
training; if you literally promote
dependency rather than the
work ethic don't be surprised then when you have large numbers of individuals who very wilfully become idle and clearly dependent
on the taxpayer. These odious scroungers: obviously undoubtedly, from infant school
to compulsory secondary one, and clearly
with no intention actually of ever learning anything! Obviously, enter their own adult
life specifically and undoubtedly, with the ...
#anger
#denial
#disappointment
#emptiness
#shame
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Twin Flame
But I know he's my twin flame. I've looked up this stuff many times, and I did yesterday.
I know what I felt was true. You only have one twin flame, and I believe it.
I never want a soulmate because I can only love what transformed my entire life. He's the reason I believe in God the way I do. It's all because of his mark on my life. He's the reason my life makes so much sense yet it doesn't. I have memories...memories of a pre spiritual life with him before all this. Those pictures I drew in 2012 college art class. It all makes sense what it represents, and the bravest...
I know what I felt was true. You only have one twin flame, and I believe it.
I never want a soulmate because I can only love what transformed my entire life. He's the reason I believe in God the way I do. It's all because of his mark on my life. He's the reason my life makes so much sense yet it doesn't. I have memories...memories of a pre spiritual life with him before all this. Those pictures I drew in 2012 college art class. It all makes sense what it represents, and the bravest...
#fear
#shame
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Gwynplaine's Sentiment
Amidst the fog-wrapped coasts of France's sullen shore,
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
I was borne, a child plucked from humanity's womb—
a husk emptied, reshaped, molded by hands cruel and arcane.
O Heaven, did you witness the crime cast in your name?
Were your stars still fixed as mine fell from grace,
my face carved in grins by blades that spared no flesh nor soul,
leaving me bound forever to a smile that knew no mirth,
a grin in eternal mockery of all joy?
Look upon me, oh silent ones, whose pity wounds sharper than the steel—
for I am Gwynplaine, the jester...
#denial
#despair
#frustration
#sadness
#shame
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Moonchild
All you ever fed me was cruelty and pain,
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
Starving, I consumed every morsel,
every drop I drank.
Instructed to stay quiet,
Mind my manners and never speak.
Never decline what’s been requested,
And never appear displeased.
Always take what I am gifted
With a smile upon my face.
And the only expressions permitted to be given
Are those of gratitude and thanks.
Every day, with words and fists like blades,
You cut away my meat.
“That frown is gonna cost ya honey,
You have three seconds to show those teeth
Do...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#dark
#death
#shame
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All of these Windsors certainly need real jobs; but what skills do they actually have?
By Stanley Collymore
Essentially and quite inescapably
so Andrew is quite irrefutably a
brother to Charles, Anne and
also Edward; and, as such, they're evidently,
specifically meant to be a biological family.
That said, crucially look at the way Charles
despicably treated Diana - unquestionably
the mother of his children. So significantly
and undoubtedly relatives though they are
essentially, very basically and distinctively
undeniably, there's simply too no love lost
between some of them!...
Essentially and quite inescapably
so Andrew is quite irrefutably a
brother to Charles, Anne and
also Edward; and, as such, they're evidently,
specifically meant to be a biological family.
That said, crucially look at the way Charles
despicably treated Diana - unquestionably
the mother of his children. So significantly
and undoubtedly relatives though they are
essentially, very basically and distinctively
undeniably, there's simply too no love lost
between some of them!...
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#greed
#shame
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The Midnight Marauder
In midnight’s quiet hour, she lies at rest, body aching unable to sleep, the air musky with desire, Cool sheets wrapped around her breast, like a snake slithering around her, coiling her and wrapping her nakedness, she moves slowly, sensually feeling the soft fabric tickle her skin drifting in and out of sleep.
The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.
A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...
The room is still, no breeze to stir, quiet enough to hear the clock beating , tick tock tick tock, O how she loves the sound of a big clock beating, but unaware something wicked draws to her.
A daring thief comes through her window, his hunger for her...
#bittersweet
#confusion
#courage
#emotions
#shame
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Rich landowners aren't necessarily farmers!
By Stanley Collymore
An excellent job undertaken Rachel
Reeves; so thoroughly well done
and likewise effectively keep
going with more of the same! Frankly, and
most unequivocally also, I quite obviously
rather distinctly, simply don't actually feel
the least bit sorry for the vast majority of
these evidently allegedly, British farmers,
significant numbers of whom are clearly
essentially, quite conspicuously, literally
undoubtedly, and rather unquestionably
discernibly wealthy landowners; literally
with...
An excellent job undertaken Rachel
Reeves; so thoroughly well done
and likewise effectively keep
going with more of the same! Frankly, and
most unequivocally also, I quite obviously
rather distinctly, simply don't actually feel
the least bit sorry for the vast majority of
these evidently allegedly, British farmers,
significant numbers of whom are clearly
essentially, quite conspicuously, literally
undoubtedly, and rather unquestionably
discernibly wealthy landowners; literally
with...
#denial
#disappointment
#fear
#greed
#shame
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The Negative side of Ai.
In google, i typed : AI generated poetry, and here what came.
uncountable websites of AI generated poetry with so many options,
and so i chose the first one that came on top of my search.
https://deepai.org/chat/what-is-ai
--I typed A Life of Rhyme, and all the world poetry fell down on me. the following are just example....
A Life of Rhyme
In gardens where the wildflowers sway,
A whispering wind beckons each day.
With laughter like sunlight, bright and warm,
Life dances around in a joyful form.
Each morning...
uncountable websites of AI generated poetry with so many options,
and so i chose the first one that came on top of my search.
https://deepai.org/chat/what-is-ai
--I typed A Life of Rhyme, and all the world poetry fell down on me. the following are just example....
A Life of Rhyme
In gardens where the wildflowers sway,
A whispering wind beckons each day.
With laughter like sunlight, bright and warm,
Life dances around in a joyful form.
Each morning...
#disappointment
#frustration
#rejection #shame
#rejection #shame
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GOLDEN TEARS TRAILS
To understand what is" Golden Tears"
You must emerge from the past
Engage in the truth of darkness and all fears.
Starting from the first to the last
Every pain is acknowledged by its own story
Their purpose and reason
The weight and capacity make it all blurry
Clouds that abide to us by a different season
Every tear is a testament
Our souls' tormenting laments
The sadness of one's Clements
The Hell on earth that happens
The devil roams harder on earth
With scattered teams of demons to...
You must emerge from the past
Engage in the truth of darkness and all fears.
Starting from the first to the last
Every pain is acknowledged by its own story
Their purpose and reason
The weight and capacity make it all blurry
Clouds that abide to us by a different season
Every tear is a testament
Our souls' tormenting laments
The sadness of one's Clements
The Hell on earth that happens
The devil roams harder on earth
With scattered teams of demons to...
#bittersweet
#frustration
#sadness #shame
#sadness #shame
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When truth isn’t Truth(Rudy G)
Rudy G (When truth isn’t truth)
What anyone would do to be able to put their head onto feathers
A long day is in the books and he has a drink and a smoke
Thinks about just what he’s doing
Peddling false narratives
Just to advance his position
He’s been doing it for years and years
Through the ranks of his rise
Hard driving D A comes on the radar
Doesn’t hide in his closet that he crossdresses
But the new President is impressed
Vincenzo says
As far as I’m concerned it’s Bedtime for Bonzo
...
What anyone would do to be able to put their head onto feathers
A long day is in the books and he has a drink and a smoke
Thinks about just what he’s doing
Peddling false narratives
Just to advance his position
He’s been doing it for years and years
Through the ranks of his rise
Hard driving D A comes on the radar
Doesn’t hide in his closet that he crossdresses
But the new President is impressed
Vincenzo says
As far as I’m concerned it’s Bedtime for Bonzo
...
#denial
#greed
#racism
#revenge
#shame
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They don't know
They don’t know I’m packing pieces of my soul away,
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#sadness
#shame
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Frieda's Grave
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes. And voices!
Voices that whispered and screamed into the beating heart of my ears.
My earthly body and mortal spirit - now a living, breathing corpse.
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes as I peered down at the laceration scars
running lengthwise up my forearms, standing at the rusted, wrought iron gate of
the castle graveyard - the resting place of my friend, Frieda.
My mind for certain was in a fog - a thick, white veil that concealed reality
from what little normality I had at the time. The...
Voices that whispered and screamed into the beating heart of my ears.
My earthly body and mortal spirit - now a living, breathing corpse.
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes as I peered down at the laceration scars
running lengthwise up my forearms, standing at the rusted, wrought iron gate of
the castle graveyard - the resting place of my friend, Frieda.
My mind for certain was in a fog - a thick, white veil that concealed reality
from what little normality I had at the time. The...
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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