Gossiper OgresA Poem by Quilled_PenmanGossip can lead to bullying the vulnerable.Gossiper Ogres Gossiper ogres have to rattle, Breeze into our lives to inflict, Undermine anybody they can, Imprinting their sourly verdict. They’ve said we’re bad-seeds, Dropped some bombs on you, Stretched their version of truth, Then concoct anything untrue. Rumour and those depravities, Starting from one bitter person, Tearing despicable open scars, Slamming merry-hearts broken. Resentment becomes the key, Indiscriminately they will spew, Jealousy carved a foul course, Dumping ogre-pains onto you. Tramping someone downward, Denouncing to see the reprisal, A sickness shaming our world, They’ll claim in guiltless denial. Whisperings of wily-ogres sting, Just as the invisible heartaches. Maybe it’ll bunch their numbers, Snarling at-us similar mistakes? As kindness persists abolished, Angry ogres rally in agreement, Thinking their wrath isn’t wrong, Of betrayal and bad judgement. How can they celebrate a victory, Drawing the first innocent blood? Do ogres feel better themselves, When they emit that lousy crud? Do not be corrupted by an ogre, Slinging mud-about like a sleuth, You’ll get burned in the scheme, Neglecting honour and the truth. Watch them parade indifference, Finding there’s an-ogre backlash, Depicting confident they’re guilty, Dooming brazen-ogres abashed. Savour your time gossiper ogres, Life may not lend you any favour Your spree-itch detaches shortly, Crushing hard by-a savvy gamer. June-11-2013 by Quilled_Penman©Glen King © 2013 Quilled_PenmanReviews
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StatsAuthorQuilled_PenmanToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutHello everyone! My name is Glen, but you can call me Hawk. I'm a poet loving what life has graciously given me. I write poetry about scenery, love, pain, and humour. I've been writing for three years .. more..Writing
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