Slander Poems
66. Hold Your Tongue
by Kea Campbell
Temper is temperance, and your tantrum is distasteful.
You are wasteful with words, and your tongue is disgraceful.
Your antagonizing diction may indoctrinate neutral dispositions,
But you're stripped of sacred freedom while you veto His convictions.
My temple is flooding with thoughts— brooding and erosive,
Yet withheld by the virtue of my wisdom and endeavored devotion.
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71. Dear Neighbor
by Kea Campbell
My ears are jaded from the words you put on the street,
And your petulance is exhausting to the candid you mistreat.
My feet hurt from egg shells and your mouth litters hypocracy,
And you deprive yourself of righteous validity by taking pride in fallacious exalting.
You drain life from good people and are a thief of their vitality,
And you pursue an egocentric facade and wed a victim's mentality.
I don't seek a good name, nor do I value a worldly reputation,
But you deceive your circles with yellow journalism and I averse exploitative falsism.
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Judgmental
by Brooke Renwick
There was a referee.
His wisdom was for free.
He spoke from the sideline.
His heart turned to dust mind.
Spite won't set him free.
71. Dear Neighbor
by Kea Campbell
My ears are jaded from the words you put on the street,
And your petulance is exhausting to the candid you mistreat.
My feet hurt from egg shells and your mouth litters hypocracy,
And you deprive yourself of righteous validity by taking pride in fallacious exalting.
You drain life from good people and are a thief of their vitality,
And you pursue an egocentric facade and wed a victim's mentality.
I don't seek a good name, nor do I value a worldly reputation,
But you deceive your circles with yellow journalism and I averse exploitative falsism.
......
66. Hold Your Tongue
by Kea Campbell
Temper is temperance, and your tantrum is distasteful.
You are wasteful with words, and your tongue is disgraceful.
Your antagonizing diction may indoctrinate neutral dispositions,
But you're stripped of sacred freedom while you veto His convictions.
My temple is flooding with thoughts— brooding and erosive,
Yet withheld by the virtue of my wisdom and endeavored devotion.
......
Judgmental
by Brooke Renwick
There was a referee.
His wisdom was for free.
He spoke from the sideline.
His heart turned to dust mind.
Spite won't set him free.
