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Abase Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
PARADISE WITH PIOUS Saim Imtiyaz Epic Epic abase, abuse, memory, military, soldier,
Premium Member Poem HALLOWEEN MOON Line Gauthier Acrostic Acrostic abase, fantasy, halloween, night,
LOST MY WAY Judy Emery Narrative Narrative abase, angel, betrayal, bible, change,
PSYCHOTIC TRIP John Arribas Rhyme Rhyme abase, allegory, allusion, dark, dream,
here i am Zakhe Michael Mcunu Acrostic Acrostic abase, appreciation, beauty, desire, father,
Sonnet XI Faye Gibson Sonnet Sonnet abase, devotion, love,
Sonnet II Faye Gibson Sonnet Sonnet abase, imagery, longing, love,
Jungle Justice micheal john Free verse Free verse abase, evil
RECONCILATION stanley oguh ABC ABC abase, religious,
A SORROWFUL MYSTERY stanley oguh ABC ABC abase, mystery, world,
Dancing in the Flames Eugene Harvey Rhyme Rhyme abase, death, religion,
no terror by night or arrow by day anthony beesley Rhyme Rhyme abase, religionday, me, night, day,
Discovery from Recovery John Streeter Light Verse Light Verse abase, devotion
SOUL Paula Larson Rhyme Rhyme abase, hope, introspection, peace, time,
Nucleus Leighanne Rush Free verse Free verse abase, angst, confusion, devotion, family,
A Song of Ascents (Part II) Leon Stacey Epic Epic abase, faith, fear, men, strength,
Madison's Tears Dawn Drickman Rhyme Rhyme abase, introspection, life, people, social,
VIEW Paula Larson Rhyme Rhyme abase, love,

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Abase Poem Example

PSYCHOTIC TRIP

PSYCHOTIC JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Feeling really beat,  I went to bed early last night
Suddenly awakened feeling something’s not right
There was total darkness, I was not in my room
Lying on a cold flooring, with a feeling of doom
Hearing moans and murmurs the sounds of pain
Someone close was whimpering, was I going insane


I tried to move, but was pinned by a body abreast
Trapped, no matter my efforts, a fruitless wrest
Girded in by bodies, some dying, guess most  dead
I struggled to get free grabbing someone’s head
I kept sliding , floor covered in gore n human waste
Slimy, putrid, total abomination, humanity abase


Hearing men talking, I yelled help, come, I’m in here
A large gate swung open saw two men in the clear
Carrying large spiked clubs all covered in blood
One said, I hate this work sloshing thru all this crud
A man among the sprawled, tried painfully to rise
Teetering, helpless , blinded, missing both eyes


Choking on blood, with whispered gasps of pain
Then clubbed in the head, splattering his brain
The men removed a few bodies,  releasing me
Hiding among the dead  will not get you free
You’ve got a trial to attend for causing grief
Inciting rebellion, acts of a mind stealing thief
 

I hear yelling and cheering, is it a baseball game?
I enter a stadium, frenzied folks shouting my name
As I enter, the jeering and booing turns into a roar
My knees buckled, I’m frightened like never before
Guard said, you’ve been found guilty, so cop a plea
Wait your turn, judge may find a iota of clemency




Psychotic journey (2)



Crowd roars as my name is announced, over the pa
You’ve eluded justice, no longer, today is our day
Judge scowls, sentencing to follow, it’s usual course
You are pronounced guilty, beg, plead, show remorse
You show remorse, only because you’ve been caught
Pay for your crimes, painful lesson, now will be taught


You are fortunate this day, you can choose how to pay  
For those dastardly crimes, you’re found guilty this day
The mobs scream numbers , one ,two, three, four, five
Select the one of these numbers to complete your demise
The stands erupt , yelling and screaming number three
Judge states that’s final, you’ve selected number three


Before sentence is carried out, lets look at the four
The ones you did not select but chose to ignore
One is a winner, its called a day at the cookout grill
It’s a hollow bull made of iron in which you will fill
Fire would be started below and continuously fed
Til the bull takes on a glow between yellow and red


Number two, providing the results we like to reach
It has all the wonderment, called a day at the beach
Ever heard of the eating habits of the coconut crab
Quite carnivorous, you lie on the beach tied to a slab
This sentence is not popular, its so difficult to hear 
Noisy crabs jaws, main dish cries and the mobs cheer


Number four is my favorite, for sadists all the rage
It features bees and you, its called a day in the cage
Had an aviary specially built with imports from brazil
Called killer bees, seeing them perform, an eerie thrill
You of course, would  be the starring attraction
Cacophony of screams, as the bees spring into action



Psychotic journey (3)


Number five really leaves nothing up to chance
It features fire ants, its called a day at the dance
We imported these stingers from southeast asia
More vicious, venomous, than those from arabia
We built a glass enclosure housing two colonies
Provided amplifiers to appreciate your harmonies


You selected, number three, a favorite of mine
Innovative, two penalties we were able to combine
A garrote, sit in a backless chair in front of a pole
Slow methodical strangulation is the final goal
Collar on the post around your neck is placed
Then slowly tightened til all life is erased  


We had added a new graphic feature, surely a plus
We have a musket loading cannon, a blunderbuss
Strategically located in front the garrote chair
Synchronized to fire, emitting a thunderous glare 
Loaded with nuts, bolts, screws shards of glass
Collar tightened, cannon fires, a tremendous blast


Judge said: there is a number six, I forgot to mention
It calls for a fine and a library card suspension
I’m placed in the chair the strap around my neck
Loading the cannon, will I be dead, no need to check
The collar is tightening, its getting hard to breath
The workers are scattering, rushing to leave


Whole procedure is handled as a remote operation
The cannon will fire to terminate the asphyxiation
Need to lose consciousness fore the shrapnel impales
I hear the lanyard moving I’m hoping it fails
I heard it click, its primed, its just a matter of time
Before I’m scattered and join the rest of the slime


There’s a loud noise, a bright light, I hear a voice
Why all the yelling, screaming, such terrible noise
Breakfast is ready, how do you want your eggs?


 




















































 









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