Infamy Poems - Poems about Infamy

Vandals, graphity, is it an eye sore or art on the wall We all leave our mark Monumental or small Chiseled in stone Or in memories Don't be forgotten Like the wind on a breeze Whether it's grand or merrily a speck In infamy LIVE Without a regret  ...

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The faith in our Democracy Was almost lost most shamefully, When losers made their foolish claims And railed against imagined blames. The lap dog trogs obeyed the call To challenge what was clear to all; That voters cast their ballots free And fairly won their victory. The insurrectionists encore Previewed at Charlottesville before: A Hitler brown shirt style reprise - When NAZI scum killed our GIs. From...

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The best thing of all … a memory treasured The worst thing of all … a memory shamed Blessing the one cursing the other To live on beyond us — in praise or blame (Dreamsleep: January, 2024) ...

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A beautiful sunny day, In the land of paradise. Thunder rings in the distance as my, Pulse quickens, and dread takes over. There are no clouds in the skies, I sense the devil is approaching. Looking down from the mountain of heaven, I see the hellfire from the, Circle of blood from the devil. The fire and blood falling from the sky, As they hit...

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So this be the day after nineteen forty-one Be December the eighth, the nightmare has begun. Pearl Harbor still in blazes all watched the Pearl dull, ...

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Oh the disgrace Infamy and shame The ridicule that’s now Poured on her name. There’s no escape For she’s been seen Trying to fake a pair Of Designer jeans. She couldn’t afford The poor dear soul The real thing and so She cut her own holes She fooled the world For just a little while Except they didn’t have That designer style. No ragged edges, They looked too neat, Too contrived...

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Infamy is not dignified. Or pleasant. As the speculation would pool around me. I would find myself degrading. And feeling horrified. Shaking from the travesty- The one used to keep me safe. Steeping in the empathy- That they say I’m not capable of....

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Colors in the sky Red dots winged evil Black stench of flaming fear Rainbowed path of burning oil Whistling sting of shrapnel’s stolen lives A sunny Sunday gone wrong The tattered flags RED WHITE and BLUE John G. Lawless ©12/7/2022...

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That bright young President shot down in Dallas who turned out to be an addict and philanderer. And don’t get me started on our most recent former President and his insurrection. That hundred-meter sprinter who held an Olympic Record overnight until his urine tested positive. That cohort of steroid taking home run hitters who demolished Maris’ record and now in...

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If Narcissus had just been a female she would not have been infamous at all Admiring her locks in clear water she might have been anyone’s daughter...

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I am not honored, nor am I brave. It is infamy that I crave. I know, I know- you can not believe. That what I want this Christmas Eve. Is not hope nor is it pray. Listen now to what I have to say. I wish, I wish my words would stay. Written in paint,...

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Infamy , infamy Whu does life have it infamy And how do i know this May i refer you to merely today's prime example Earlier i ordered my regular Chicken Jalfrezi made bespoke mild , 3 crackers , rice and a naan bread From Saffron my favorite Indian takeaway Got home only to find what's in the bag is this Not 3 but 1 cracker and zero...

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The labels, some serve to award with honour and others are just straight up meant to demean The much sought after accolades and the prestige, ever so enticing lend a tender sweet stroke to massage and pamper the ego The reproof and the infamy delivers a gut wrenching punch to the sternum that tears down dignity and...

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What can I say, shocked and appalled, but this day has been long in coming. The South has never forgiven nor forgotten our Civil War of 1865. What surprises me is that I am a witness to this spectacle. I can't imagine what our allies must be thinking. But I can imagine what our enemies...

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infamy the war to end all wars did not thus are the endless battles ever fought for we refuse to learn lessons taught by empty windows draped with golden stars by those who carry still war’s hidden scars John G. Lawless ©12/7/2019...

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