Poet Destroyer A Poet Dramatic Monologue

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    My Muse ----- It's all about ME!

It is a self-slam. In this poem, I agree and accept the Demonic title. It's kind of  XOOL :) I don't mind. -    in a world of leprechauns, mermaids, rats, snakes, sheep, cattle, rag dolls, roaches, PIGS, and Satan. LOL-- 

Guess which one I Prefer to be?

 

Loud Grunting

(Innuendo -- Pigs)

All around are sticks and stone
Feel God's loving arms around you
-----At last, I am redeemed-----

A feast of my soul, you shall receive
A cake for dinner, I made out of stones
Ratchet pigs fill their dirty mouths, 
Consuming my soul, sipping on champagne

At peace with myself, brushing off the walls
Nevertheless, tonight they speak in tongues
-I strain my ears to listen;
While pettitoes approach my page
I hear the squeals, I hear the chit chat
from he/she that wears no shame.
Am I she, the evil one?
The one you penned -
Under the influence of manipulation
Trying to stifle my voice of beauty
No matter, I am crazy, a dreamer
Never claim to be THE INNOCENT, 
The Poet Destroyer!!! 

I ignore the walls when they speak
Nevertheless, tonight they have eyes
They watch my every move
A trotters dance, of togetherness
Forgetting the reason we are here
I will win and conquer my privacy

You can't destroy what you can't see
I am the glory of my day
I am God's pet!!!
A Lamb, wearing white
To others a wolf in disguise
Spitting slithers, swear 
I am the Devil's Advocate
I marvel how they snort at night
Today I will crash the sore whispering party
You! My friend, no longer exist
You are naught more than cobwebs
You will dream about me, write about me
I will give you ammo, then read it from you.
I will show you what a demon is!
Like the light and envy of every moon
I shall ask my reflection and remove
the residue from hogging lips.

I will watch you urbane the truth
The heat and lust I conquer from you
A font with no reflection, dating apples
Heading away from its own advice
A hard task from its quill, enjoying leftovers
Pinpointing fingers among shallow dreams
It's sickening to see pigs pat each others back
Feeding on my demonic words
Convoying innuendos in my bearing
Now it's my turn, to turn the roaster on

With no interest in removing muddy sheets
I shall smile and walk away
In - joy - my heart beats and smiles
Knowing, I made you look  --- AGAIN!!!

By: PD

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Joe Maverick April 7, 2020 at 3:07 PM Hello from 2020 P D, Whatever your motives In this one; looks like you went the whole hog And a wild one at that' also getting you potd Well hey hey hey!

Freddie Robinson Jr. July 20, 2018 at 11:04 AM Stoking hot iron fire this searing poem be, PD. I must always return to my original PSoup first mate muse for ink inspiration that passion burns. This scorching write fills the belly well. Love and best wishes always, dear friend and mentor.

Michael Nibert October 1, 2016 at 12:13 PM Did you really write that?! astounding

Stanley Carter September 7, 2016 at 11:37 PM You definitely "turned the roaster on." Good stuff.

Pace Ink-U-Script July 5, 2016 at 12:34 AM Very very nice!!!! Love reading slams. Not too many soupers write them...great word play!

Messoh Vincent May 11, 2016 at 11:14 PM This is so dramatic I could almost see, hear feel and touch it!!!..... It's a very good piece my dear.

Charles Palmer May 1, 2016 at 1:42 PM I love the subtle references lying in wait for the second read. Brilliant architecture. Lovely piece. So I was wondering how's writing with a sword?

Markus Fleischmann April 23, 2016 at 6:23 PM Now this I like very much... I love the style it is written in...it is raw and honest..marvelous write.

Lenny Gazbowski April 18, 2016 at 7:22 PM A stunning creation. Gripping and raw.

Daver Austin April 10, 2016 at 11:00 AM A poet looking at herself, looking at some other self in the process. Well, probably many selves all looking at each other. There's a maddening brilliance here because it points out that, whether we realize it, we are all doing the same damn thing. If I were to rate this, I would give it a 100. Love, Old daver

Duke Beaufort March 19, 2016 at 3:14 PM A beautiful way to express anger and disgust. There are some pretty unpleasant souls that we have to deal with at one time or another. You are the person never to double-cross!! Anyone who does is making a big mistake!!

David Adeyemo March 13, 2016 at 1:20 AM she is fabulous... this is my kind of poem dramatic monologue

Constance La France March 7, 2016 at 7:57 PM Linda, wow, what a powerful rant, wonderfully penned, I love your use of words and lines, you are a very skilled poet, 7

Mark Peterson February 25, 2016 at 8:32 PM I guess we wondered how you felt and how you might say it for a second or so. Then you came out of the page and erupted from my screen with such speed and force I had to duck. Watching you recede I marveled: mind-numbing your sacrosanctity.

Cherl Dunn February 24, 2016 at 6:59 PM Dear Linda Had to come back and read this piece again, loved it the first time, and now the second time is even better. Love how you put right on the line, and don't hold any pounches back, again great job on this piece, take care sis, cheri

CayCay Godwin February 24, 2016 at 2:41 PM I think I know what you were writing about and this is an excellent and therapeutic 'come back' to all that nonsense. Well written metaphors speak volumes! CayCay

Cherl Dunn February 19, 2016 at 4:00 PM Dear Linda I'm glad you like the new poems I've posted the coach, the dream etc. these are in the first two books, that I've just finished. I am trying to adjust to my hubby's earily retirement, but it is not easy he seems more needed than usual, I'm trying to be patient but I need some space soon. I'm alot younger then him, but age doesn't matter at least where love is concerned but space is a good thing right. Well talk to you soon, drop me a line or so, again don't be a stranger, cheri

Cherl Dunn February 19, 2016 at 3:56 PM Dear Linda I'm going to up date you on what's going on, hope you do the same sister poet. I have finished the first two books, but I still have to work on the third. After doing the others I realized it needed a little bit more of the dark side organization, I may have to write a few more of these darker goodies that you realish so much. Cheri

Cherl Dunn February 19, 2016 at 3:52 PM Dear Linda By the way don't worry about the Hello Dolly poem I know it's kinda corny, I'll think of something else another time. I'm finally over the flu but it sucked having it when I had my vacation time, I took another paid day off next week so I'll have to make up for it then. Well I missed the walking dead I'm bummed but my hubby called the Tv that night what could I do. But at least I caught up with my face off series, love that show, cheri

Cherl Dunn February 19, 2016 at 3:48 PM Dear Linda ROCK ON MY SOUL SISTER, GIVE THESE FOOLS THE ALL AND WHAT FOR, i'M WITH YOU Linda, as far as I'm concerned these uptights can kiss my ohio valley, as I walk away from their snobbery, I've got to steel this phrase from the harry horsemen because it is you all over lol, you tell'em Texan girl give them hell, and when your done send them my way for my size 11 shoe can really do some damage, OMG, CHERI

Harry Horsman February 19, 2016 at 9:07 AM Wow this is a creation, seen through my eyes one would not want to mess with you,Texan girl. Yet i've been there so sort of feel for your sentiment..

Ezer Agyin February 18, 2016 at 11:56 PM You deserve the smiles, behold you made me look again!

Bipul Banerjee February 18, 2016 at 5:51 AM God's pet-wonderfully written

Walter Alter February 17, 2016 at 1:06 PM Nice to see a poet that can reach down past the steam pipes to the furnace. "I will show you what a demon is! Like the light and envy of every moon" Tho these lines are quoted out of cadence, they are a surprise detonation when coupled.

Agona Apell February 16, 2016 at 11:50 AM Delightful lines, delightful flow! The hilarious vision of pigs patting each others back shall stick in my mind long after here.

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