Best Decadence Poems
How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.
Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often wake,
To reach the famous pastry side,
For a decadent slice of cake.
Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad,
Are slightly yellow brown and fawn,
Stop or you will be very sad, ,
At beginning of every dawn.
You like to dress to always stun,
In your shoes you will one day quake
Say no, I have finally won,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
So, I became sober once more.
Did not touch cake since yesterday,
Yearning not as bad as before,
My decision made from today,
And every morn.
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Lawn furniture flavored ice cream
served in moxa cups
Candied eyes of freshwater bream
pickled bushdog pups.
Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick
grilled upon the deck
Woven rope with cat head and brick
hung about your neck.
Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat
badminton played widdershins
A toast of poison without antidote
barefoot on needles and pins.
our hands are extremely
creative
they believe that everything
has the right to exist
like the proliferation
of good and bad
dusts in the air
our science
our arts
our technology
have made a little boon
but a lot of bane
our decadence
Sometimes, I just want to say it.
Tell them all, be done with it
More reasons not to, I suppose
And one selfish excuse to speak up.
I'll save your humiliation
Prevent you shying away,more,
than you already have done
I don't want this secret
It possesses me more than I own it.
Where are the words you spoke?
Left to wither in decadence
Written in sand at low tide
too proud to be spoken aloud.
Unlike mine.
I'll speak mine crystal clear
Loud enough for the Moon to hear
I love you.
And sometimes, I just want to say it.
Departure from God's laws spells a nation's decay,
When wrong is made right and right thrown away.
When wickedness reigns in the hearts of a people
Then to see the truth, they are not able.
People who vote blindly, swayed by vain promises,
End up with injustice and abuses.
A tyrant cannot reign unless this we allow
And silent, to his every wish we bow.
It is harder to uproot a decadent tree,
Easier to crush the bad seed maybe.
It's better to turn back to God and to repent,
For this decadence.... He alone can prevent!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~09.24.17
'Tis the end of an era my friend,
Your glistening heart as found solace
Upon this very land.
Does Ulysses not sit with you still?
Does He not speak with you in your dreams?
Your thoughts have changed my friend,
Your light has been crowned by a remorseful shadow
And you weep as the willow.
Has Thor shown you ways of war?
Has Achilles revealed true weakness?
You have become sullen my friend,
Your life's passage seems to be laden with thorns
And your song is less sweet.
Has Venus not shown you the ways of love?
Has Poseidon not shown you the many depths?
Your soul seems somewhat frail my friend,
The whites of your eyes are not as pure
And their pools seem shallow.
Has Hera forsaken you?
Has Diana not shown you her arrow's power?
'Tis not the way my friend,
Your destiny lies in hope and strength
Upon this very land.
Her Icy blue eyes, as delicate as melting snow
Grips me with such intensity
it is with fear I think she knows
but I am merely but a peasant boy
born into her family to be owned
An exuberantly wealthy family
old money into which some banks are loaned
She's a delectable delicate creature
small petite and refined
A true living doll
whose beauty transcends space and time
Her hair is as fair
as the sun shining through fields of grain
But if I am to be honest to oneself
she brings to my heart only shame
Her eyes devour me hungrily
without affection
she asks things of me
that I even fear to mention
But Lust! Such all consuming Lust!
I am a strong,well muscled, lonely peasant boy
forced to grovel at her tiny ivory feet
Because I must....
I cannot hide my feelings
for they seem too good to be true
when she forces me to touch her
warm lithe bodice
I feel anew
I feel equal to her
as we become equally united
our souls quickly become consumed
with overwhelming sensations
feelings of love that cannot be misconstrued
Alas can our feelings for eachother be true?
She delicately nibbles on small decadent chocolates
and whispers, to me, as she delicately chews
You must go, filthy stable boy, I am finished with you.
We find solace in silent solitude.
Times are hard, revenge is sweet.
We lay our sins about your feet,
for what is sin without platitude?
After all, our molt so indiscrete
of one’s outer self to interlude
of decadent self indulgent attitude
in plain view of casuals we meet.
Laughingly feed those on the street
caterwauling of the vicissitudes,
to admit the two of us too crude
in our desire, to suppress the seat
of abnormality in our tete a tete.
© Feb 2012 Charles Henderson
Transcend old dread that seeds vain thought,
Oppose the fear that floods sad ooze;
X marks the dead beyond all plot,
Ingest good here in fatal snooze;
Choice spurs the take on crazy form.
Delight sad heart in shifting sands,
Etch a new make in this mad storm;
Cheer stands apart from gloomy trends,
Arm with vile stuff the mad confuse;
Deep hardness tells of loveless gaze,
Emerge with bluff the vain peruse;
Niche crafty spell in evil maze,
Cheer departs hence as darkness comes,
Embalm the tense where horror sums.
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore
faith plays
her melodic chords
across the
absolute decadence of war
unleashed the bright sword of Damocles
A country's decadence starts with the nation's language decay
When citizens speak in curses with malevolent words they say
For words can spread its Darkness and in power materialize
Into Reality and effect a nation's inevitable demise.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~02.21.14
Daisy was his dream
Luxury & wealth,Jay's scheme
This lover's bower,soon turned sour-
Gatsby quickly lost his cool,
Floating face-down ,in his pool.
The lights are dimming in this hospital room as my hands chafe the soft bedding.
My ears catch strong mourns, but they seem to be getting dimmer with each blaring.
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This tongue of mine is coated in liquid medication, though, it feels numb.
All while my nose picks up the fragrance of the rotting flesh I've become.
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They want me back, yet eternal sleep adores this nauseating decadence disease.
With my pale chapped lips, I utter a quote as it comes out as a wheeze.
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"Don't lose yourself in the battle of grief, come out of it as a warrior for me.
What's beyond my shut eyelids is unknown, however, I know I won't be nobody."
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With this small ounce of consciousness left, I'm going to estimate every truth I've made.
Because in a world filled with dirt, there's at least one reason to featherly fade.
~
Written On: July 9th, 2017
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You've never destroyed me
I have constantly enjoyed you
off and on for many years
through Joy and tears
through bravity and fear
Decadence,
Beautiful dark angel
On the edge of a strangle
Yet I marvel I'm back
I'm not so dead after all
A morbid caress, to you I call
Decadence,
Who could not love you?
In your finest hour
blooming and growing
like a wildflower
I am obsessed by your power
You have had on me many years
Decadence
Do not slow down
As I grow older
Excess is better
Than all moderation provides
I'd rather live than slowly die
DECADENCE
I pinch myself to feel the real
it seems so darn dang surreal
this decadent Dallas life I live
questioning locals who
miss the thrill
Oysters and wine
culinary fine
no crime
all smooth
this perfect
Bible belt of
Gospel truth
day and night time
rendezvous
Chase, Chuck & Buck
Budweiser cowboys
watching you
real men with rugged
pheromones
who know how
to treat a lady
in husky
baritones
well endowed
they know how to
impress with Southern
finesse
and perfect
lips that
may seductively
digress
this decadent Dallas
life
I love
absent of
stabbing
knifes
respecting
rights
© Kim van Breda—4 October 2015