Best Beastly Poems
Suffering from his excessive beastly appetites in life,
a man in desperation turned towards them and asked:
" Why, you insatiable appetites, don't ease your
excruciating demands for a moment so my soul,
at last, peace to find?"
Surprised by the question, his beastly appetites angrily replied:
" Why are you complaining, silly man, when you know very well
that it was you who nurtured us into maturity by satisfying our
every single demand?"
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 January 2018
Mean from the start, depicted by fury.
A beast lies in you, from the belly of your torment
Sour & snarling, with each word you spill.
Lonely is your heart, unwilling to chill.
Severely damaged goods, not my fault.
Feel the coldness in the air, gone as you depart.
Not a sight for sore eyes, whenever you pass by.
Even your shadow, quivers with despise.
Somehow in this lunacy, a twinkle emerges
From your eyes. A gesture pass that dark, shallow
Exterior. A interior full of light.
Gaze seemed so gloomy, now seen so bright.
A roaring echo rumbles, into a sweet lullaby,
By night.
Beauty lost & found, in the strangest place.
Bewildered but transformed, love has found its place.
Branded the most beautiful
She stands alone, no push or
pull
Sparkling nails and eyes so
blue,
Her head held high as her
dreams come true
Rosy lips and a sculpted nose
Deafened ears that hear no
woes
Shiny frocks and golden locks
She smiles away as money
stocks
Perfection drips, truly a beauty
so rare
But unfortunately she's never
learnt to share
Finally I recover from her
trance
To discover this beauty here's
my only chance
I follow her everywhere
But what I find you wouldn't
want to hear
All the lies swept aside,
This is what alas I find
A cold stare, a cruel face,
A heart that has never known
no faith
Filthy hair and lips that lie
She's never had a reason to cry
Wrinkled hands that never
learnt to give
She forgot to love, let alone
forgive
Her eyes are just a waste of
blue,
Cause they never see the pain
others go through
A twisted mouth , a crumpled
dress,
she's got the world, but that's
still less
It's all her fault that she's all
alone,
Cause no one likes a heart
made of stone
She's an ugly beast behind a
beautiful mask,
Is she beautiful is no question
to ask.
Well, 'e sidled up the sofa, and he snuggled up right close…
I said, “Now, watch it, Charlie, you’ll get ***-ash on me toast!”
'E said, “D’you think…?” I said, “Not much…” 'e said, “No, well, I mean…”
I said, “You what…?” 'E said, “You know…” I said, “Now, keep it clean!”
Well, he snuck his arm around me, an' I thought, “WOW! This is IT!”…
Then he suddenly pinched me cherry, an' he gave it a dribbly lick!
I yelled, “Gerroff…!” 'E said, “Come on, I 'aven’t 'ad it yet…”
I said, “You do, I’ll chuck yer out!” 'E leered, “D’yer wanna bet?”
WELL…
I snatched it out of his fingers, an' I put it back in place.
'E sighed, “Ahh, don’t it look lovely…” OOH! I could’ve slapped 'is face!
'E said, “that the time? I’ll 'ave ter go…” I said, “What’s up with you?”
He said, “Yer know…” I said, “I don’t!” … Then 'e went, - and IT went, too!
WELL!!!!
I thought he wanted my body, and a night of illicit fun…
But all he was really after was… The cherry off my BUN!!!!
This is in the style of the old-time comedian's monologue.
I particularly thought of Les Dawson, but we all remember a favourite.
In Northern English dialect, all small cakes are called buns ...
Chickens, spiders, caterpillars and ice cream ants.
They are dancing the jig in yellow pants.
Roaches, encroaching, poaching and wiggling.
They are trying to imitate with silly looking jiggling.
It is the annual Beastly Big Beetle Ball.
There are centipedes in the thousands, fleas and all.
They are clogging, and logging, and gyrating in the middle.
The crickets and grasshoppers are avidly playing their fiddles.
They are clipping and clogging and slipping, and whee!
Some are sliding and slurping and rubbing a knee.
Legs are whirling, and twirling, yes it is a beautiful fall.
A great October day for the Beastly Big Beetle Ball.
beauty and beastly.
words that mean both very important things.
beauty is a word that describes a persons
truer being and is found only skin deep.
but is taken to a high and gets jumbled in a court
of stereotypes.
beastly is a word that is the ugliness of a persons core
who thinks they are holy than thou, whose attitude
sweeps through the air around and degrades
those not as "beautiful"
what is beauty? is it what hollywood
has given and shown in their many movies?
or is it skin deep?
Hidden away, concealed inside of an ancient craggy cavern. Coated with a lustrous shield and armed with a gaseous blade, always lighting up the way. While it is still a baby at heart, its mind is pulsating, brimmed with the sagaciousness of an owl, for it has huffed and puffed out smoky spheres while you were no one. You may scoff at it's authenticity, but it's electrifying descent from aloft will always prove you wrong.
Nestling away, like a bird in a tree, it has lost more than you've ever gotten, fallen farther than you've ever climbed, and seen more than you can handle. It's eyes reflect upon its weary and fruity past, for it has flown against the gale and through the calm. While it is tyrannizing with its immense magnitude and horny head, it is as gentle as an altruist, kind as your beating heart. It roars fiercely, but only to protect, barricade you with its menacing bellow. You may scoff at its authenticity, but a sonic whoosh through the sky will always prove you wrong.
Like a spotted, polychromatic serpent, it unrolls its forked tongue and displays its array of crescent spikes, for they cannot be concealed, they can only be wielded like a knife in the gloaming. Like a performer in a play, it waves its slinky wings through the wind and spins all around. As the Sun sits down and the Moon stands up, it rests its head against the cold and unforgiving stone. Unusual this may seem, it has felt much more pain, always being poked by the needle in the haystack, for it lives an agonizingly long time. You may scoff at it's authenticity, but a knock at the door will always prove you wrong.
Beastly Betty badly breaks her brother’s
Buttocks with a bat upon his butt.
Broken, beaten brother barely bothers
Bellowing at bawdy Betty. But
Because bad blood between both babe and bro
Builds baleful bias brought by Betty's bane,
Beleaguered Bob bestows a bitter blow.
By blasting boiling bile on Betty's brain.
,
What does it mean when
A man looks in a mirror…
And a beast looks back
Beastly Day
A beastly day, begins with lonely dawn
Of a smile and inner light completely shorn
Where could one hide from a truly beastly day
When in your flesh it’s teeth will stay
Merciless and persistant be his lust
To thrust your hopes and spirit in the dust
Clenched claw tugs on a heart ever tight
Nervous belly, leaves you in a fright
Tedious and oblong moves the onslaught
Every hour wrong, every hour faught
Prayer to be no more the prey
Laying bare under a heavy beastly day
Surely there must be an end
A message to tomorrow we shall send
Bring with you a new sun ray
And cast to dusk this bad day.
Beastly burdens of life
Millstones round my neck
Not that I malign my wife
For in my eyes beastly burdens of life emulate a sneaking snake
Writhing on the hard road
Through life I travel
On my head perching an abnormal load
Of which I never cease to marvel
Although pressure my neck oppresses
Enjoying a free ride
As twinges of pain pressure stresses
With unabashed pride
Driven to extremes
That hurt, hurt and hurt
So sharply they satirize dames
To whom sweet nothings I blurt
Not that to me it matters or flatters
Whether dames don long or short
In gild letters that decry fetters
As they snort
Raising my ire
With candour
Warmed on a cold night by the fire
Fanned by the parallax of pain odour
A neurotransmitter smells
Telling me I’m lying
When burden spells and scales
Confirm I’m sighing and flying
Despite averse appearances
That on the grapevine seem to glorify and aggrandize gossip
Inferences on my circumstances
Which in a vacuum peep, weep and fall asleep.
'Beastly Dream'
Nipping at
My tiring heels,
Breath hot,
So close
That I can
Feel
The froth
That reeks
Behind its’ toothy
Grin.
Its’ muscled
Claws
That grip
The ground,
Scar the earth
With every
Bound,
That brings it
Closer
To my heels.
What beastly
Creature
This,
That has
My scent,
That lunges on
With no
Relent.
Burning lungs
And tiring
heart
Slows my pace.
I stop,
And start,
And now I
Crawl.
But not so
This furried beast
That vows
To win
This deadly
race.
My leaden legs
No longer
Run,
And this
Nightmare beast
Has gained
The ground.
Snapping fangs
Bared wide
And sharp,
It hears the beat
Of my wild
Heart,
So loud I’m
Startled
Wide awake,
Still snug
And safe
In bed I
Lay,
And giggle
Beneath
My breath,
That silly mouse
Cavorting in my dream
Nearly scared me
Half to
death.
A Beastly Catastrophe Damns Earth;
Facing Gruesome Hurricanes-
Invading, Jamming, Killing Landsmen.
Malicious Nature Of Pandemic Quakes;
Raging Savagery Threatens Understanding.
Vanishing, Waxing- Xanadu Yields Zero.
the eyes and sights,
the little lips,
the face
wanna tell something
noiseless civilly
our boastful
verbose words
shut these all beautiful
make mute these all
and we the beastly inhuman
behave everywhere as unruly tyrant deaf
oh
for our impertinent dazzling happiness
liking this all in burning fire of sorrow
-Chattogram, BD
Life shattered by the state
merciless and heavy handed...
It may seem as if a fate
threw you here to be stranded.
All alone with your sorrow,
with the grief stamped on your soul
for today and tomorrow,
with no person to console.
All alone in the crowd,
with contempt your life branding,
with your heart dressed in a shroud,
finding no understanding.
Separated from your child,
from your most dear creature,
by the beastly system wild
through a pitiless procedure.
Brutal system, unrelenting,
tearing families asunder,
a New Order it's cementing,
set to kill, destroy and plunder.
Set to throw accusations,
terror slowly fermenting,
using all manipulations,
diabolic plans inventing,
oh, the system, cruel, rotten,
causing pain excruciating,
justice in courtrooms forgotten,
truth and love obliterating!
Fabricating allegations
in the most wicked fashion,
it's installing regulations
with no place for compassion.
It's a system of witch-hunting
with perverted moralising.
Should we not be it confronting
with their ways dehumanising?
When we silently accepting,
to their methods closing eyes,
thus, we should be them expecting
more of us to tyrannize.
Wolves dressed up in gowns white,
using malice and deception,
demons in the guise of light,
say 'It's for the child's protection'.
Children, damaged by such 'care',
grow up with their pain,
often living in despair
in such incidents insane.
Mothers, feeling crucified,
parents often suicidal,
human lives sacrificed
to this beastly system's idol.
Flattening souls with steamrolling,
signs of objection hushing,
it's the matter of controlling,
any human hopes crushing.
Souls silently are screaming,
living through such nightmare.
Satan is behind such scheming,
making life more unfair.
Don't be by him spellbound,
but restore with God connection.
Oh wake up, and look around,
call on Jesus for protection!
To the suffering out-reaching,
Jesus cared without cursing.
Listen to His great teaching
of necessity for mercy!