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Details | Sonnet |

I gotta pee

You know your culture is in decline, when the new Broadway show,  "I gotta pee" is a smash-hit, or your friends encourage you to write the poem.

And just now, outside Mcdonalds ( Wifi - havin a smoke ), I named my ass-bag; 

"Second Wind". 

Smelleth thou thy fruity decay?

Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Malicious Eulogy

   Dry rotted benches all splintered and frail. 
Transparent spirits fill the isles and the air. 
   In the old decrepit church they try to stay seated,
while the Malicious Eulogy is hellaciously completed.
   Out in the graveyard down below, the Demons arise.
The howls of anger, the growls of damnation,
pierce the dark night like deadly cries.
   As they rise from their tombs, the earth starts to split. 
The ground shreds apart like a deep fiery pit. 
   They enter the church, the spirits gather round. 
For they are the Bastards to the God of the Underground. 
   Their hideous faces stare upon the evil crowd. 
The spirits stay silent, they dare not make a sound. 
   One by one they approach the Black Altar, 
bowing before the horned image of their Father. 
   Behind them stands a pillar carefully balancing her coffin. 
Her body lies still, her soul knows not what's coming. 
   As the fiends turn to surround her death bed, 
each one places a sprig of Nightshade neatly around her head. 
   They feel her naked body, her skin's so pale and cold. 
Her virgin soul is what they crave, to them it's as precious as gold. 
   The funeral is over, no one even cried. 
The ceremony begins, Satan's about to take his Bride. 
   His sons proudly look on as the gates of Hell open wide. 
Satan rises to her coffin, his sons go to his side. 
   He gazes at her beauty, to him it's such a shame, 
but his hunger for her virginity defeats him, he's really not to blame. 
   He covers like a cloud of darkness as lightning strikes the church. 
Her soul has left her body, yet her body the Demons will search. 
   One son tore her heart out, another ripped off her head. 
They all feasted on her flesh, their hungers are finally fed. 
   The maiden stands next to her groom with an evil grin on her face, 
Satan smiles back at her, certain the body and soul cannot be traced. 
   The Demons are done feeding now as their mouths drip with blood. 
The ritual is over now for she has united as one. 
   Her soul is his to flourish on for all eternity, 
and it all started with one Malicious Eulogy.

Copyright © Heather Russell | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


At the moment like that one, no voter(s) can call(s) a spade not a spade,
Because the voted man has become the ‘I don’t care ruler’,
No listening, not even attentive to society hazardous,
But his busy selfishness makes things go astray,
Wonderful enough!
His last night television news said
 ‘our economy is rapidly growing from zero to hero’.

‘We don’t care’ the hungry voters said so, 
when they met the civilized voted man who calls bribe ‘a thankful gift’.
But the ethical Doctor has written in his non existence book 
 ‘Leaders are sick of ethical kwashiorkor,
unknown serious admitted patients, 
ready to paints black the very white standing truth’.
(Hungry voters)
ran to the rock hill and raised their voice again
 ‘an empty stomach never stops to blows for gain’,
An empty stomach? 
the hungry voters still ask for fingers accountability and not hand cash.
These thin men with bright medulla oblongata,
firmly want their voted man to hates bribe and its allies,
not to sell the state estate for the consideration of a cursed coffee cup.

Beautiful song of public interest was sang,
by these old children while supported by old boys and girls,
who upkeeps the state interest first.

State emergency day was announced,
the voted man has surprised with these bright hungry men,
driving a bullet proof car to the rock hill 
so as to meet his hungry voters,
But misdirected himself by promising unqualified promises to everyone,
he will buy the gold comets to every voter,
so that hungry will dead and gone.

But they came to jail his lips when they said loudly
 ‘we are not hungry of food and water but we are hungry of justice, transparency and accountability’.

They still marched forward,
until when the voted man resigned hopelessly and left the state to the ‘Voters’ Man’.
Who started a big ethical revival and reformation to all who lead.
Nothing was good before because the state was stinking
as everything even roads, 
and trees were stinking bribe,
corruption, selfishness and all evils you know.

Copyright © Mniko chacha | Year Posted 2017