Best Denton Poems
This Plant is Not a Drug (Robert Denton, March 2017)
This plant is not a drug,
It is a plant.
You can cut off its flower bud
Then hang it to dry.
When it is dry and brittle
It is ready to use.
It is a medicine plant.
It doesn't cure anything,
Just as all the synthetic man made drugs
Don't cure anything.
But... it was made for us to consume.
It is made by nature and contains the sun.
It causes no harm or evil.
Rather, it is a gift of goodwill.
This plant is not a drug.
It is a herb, like sage,
Designed to help us embrace our God-like image.
Rather than remove us from this planetary prison
Of time and space, of length, width and height,
This plant helps us smile and endure the pain.
In the face of sin and death,
This plant enables holiness and happiness.
This plant exorcises evil.
It promotes peace and kindness.
It fuels a spiritual light
And dissolves darkness.
When unaltered, it is pure and natural and organic.
This plant is not a drug.
Am I No Longer Desirable to You? By Robert Denton (November 2014)
Am I no longer desirable to you?
I don't even desire myself.
Angered by bodily dilapidation
That has nothing to do with aging.
I don't even desire myself
The way I am broken.
That has nothing to do with aging.
Immeasurable frustration and incessant reminders.
The way I am broken
Slithers like evil incarnate, trapped by
Immeasurable frustration and incessant reminders.
So I am left alone in a void.
Slithers like evil incarnate, trapped by
Social restrictions on love
So I am left alone in a void.
Where even masturbation is elusive.
Social restrictions on love
Only dehumanize and objectify.
Where even masturbation is elusive
So the lonely must die.
Only dehumanize and objectify
When you are a deceiver.
So the lonely must die
Having been tortured and whipped.
When you are a deceiver
You exploit the misery of others.
Having been tortured and whipped
You control the mainstream media.
You exploit the misery of others
Trying to avoid the grip of accountability.
You control the mainstream media
Like some kind of psychopathic demon.
Trying to avoid the grip of accountability
Only serves to alienate and damage,
Like some kind of psychopathic demon.
Am I no longer desirable to you?
I Only Wish to be Taken – Robert Denton (March 2015)
I only wish to be taken
Unless I have already, but don't remember.
I think I would go willingly
And I'd ask them to take me home.
Unless I have already but don't remember,
The flight across the ocean.
And I'd ask them to take me home
Aboard their flying sparkles.
The flight across the ocean
Could pass time quickly enough
Aboard their flying sparkles,
While we drink tea and discuss philosophy.
Could pass time quickly enough
In defiance of the laws of physics.
While we drink tea and discuss philosophy,
I only wish to be taken.
Pushing Your Morality
Pushing your morality like a drug.
A street drug without effect.
An addictive placebo.
An open invitation to dine with scum.
A street drug without effect
That you suck through a straw, providing
An open invitation to dine with scum
In some fast food alleyway.
That you suck through a straw providing
In-depth philosophical integration
In some fast food alleyway
With the synapses blinking like neon.
In-depth philosophical integration
Slagging to a child's mental playground
With the synapses blinking like neon...
Off and on, off and on, off and on.
Slagging to a child's mental playground
While the traffic thumps and pounds
Off and on, off and on, off and on.
Like the pain of a debilitating migraine
While the traffic thumps and pounds,
I stand alone with my head hanging low.
Like the pain of a debilitating migraine
I struggle to see the difference between the sky and the earth.
I stand alone with my head hanging low.
An addictive placebo.
I struggle to see the difference between the sky and the earth, as you
Push your morality like a drug.
Robert Denton (November 2014)
My Hero by Robert
Denton July 2014
Ah, but she is
beyond all others,
a blessed divine
gift brighter than
the purest of gold.
She glows like the
sun streaming
rays upon the earth,
and cutting the
stone cold.
She is but poetic
grace,
loyal in her
movements however
clumsily she floats.
She persists in
giving
and with every fiber
of her being, she
devotes.
Oh how I love her,
my friend, my lover,
my companion, my
wife.
Despite a grim
futurity
she offers comfort
and purpose to my
life.
The pain of
existence from where
I sit,
becomes squelched by
her kind spirit
aglow.
Deeply connected,
though I will admit,
my wife is also my
hero.
A Merciless Life By Robert Denton (June 2015)
I have walked a merciless life.
Bombed and battered with precision.
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
Bombed and battered with precision.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
To have free will is not my decision.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
But death is still death regardless of technology.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
In this reckless war fought with psychology.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Our planet is in a state of de-evolution.
With the hadron collider and travel through space.
Corporate advertisement is this worlds pollution.
Planned depopulation, just to save face.
Bombed and battered with precision
From my childhood to middle age strife.
To have free will is not my decision.
I have walked a merciless life.
Undesirable Now Robert Denton (September 23, 2014)
I feel like my life is over.
I'm caged, imprisoned, locked within
the confines of this broken container.
I'm undesirable now.
To be young again, and strong
Able to manoeuvre and twist and run and kick.
I would continue in stealth espionage
To eradicate cruel injustices.
But alas, only consciousness
Is the evidence of existence.
And so I wonder...
Can I exist without a container?
I resent humanity's slavery.
I resent the enigmatic slave masters.
I resent the unseen world
That manipulates and oppresses in the name of faith.
Awake! Oh inner sun.
Shine bright and rise above the mountain.
Release the truth chained by definition
To the rock named deception.
I'm caged, imprisoned,
Locked within the walls of a broken container.
I'm undesirable now.
I feel my life is over.
'Pantry ****' writes Professor Denton
is a crusade that she's been sent on
to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt
that she's an ignorant, stupid lout
She claims that tidy pantries and manicured lawns
are 'racist and sexist structures' upper-crust society is based on
Well, Ms. Denton, if you'd ever lived in a lower-class neighborhood
you'd know instinctively what utter bull-roar your claims rest upon
Hello there my little friendlies
I'm Archibald Denton Frog
I'm here to tell you the story
Of Catherine Clemetine Clogg!
Clemmie as she's always been known
To a bunch of her closest friends
Has a wonderful talent for juggling
While sitting on her bottom end!
That may not sound so astonishing
But imagine the things she juggles
Kangaroos and a big mouth bass
And soap that causes big bubbles!
But awkward things like soccer balls
Or a pair of Grandpa's false teeth
A ten pound bag of Kibbles 'n Bits
Can certainly cause Clemmie some grief!
Let's give this lady a big hurrah
As she entertains all the wee kiddles
Keeps on juggling for many long hours
Till she finally needs to go piddle!
Oh my goodness did I say piddle?
What a naughty word I just uttered
That bar of soap is now in my mouth
Making me choke and sputter!
Archibald Denton Frog signing off
With a moral right at the end
Enjoy the talents of dear Clementine
But never use bad words that offend!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Enough
Haven't you done enough?
You power mongers, you elitist psychopaths.
You monarchs and you debutantes,
You insanely wealthy, self centered idolaters.
You war lovers, mass murderers,
You military-industrial exploiters.
You are cheaters and liars.
You think you have purchased and worked for ownership,
But you have not.
You have committed crimes against Humanity.
You have expropriated an entire planet.
You enslave and oppress.
You are genocidal maniacs, totalitarian, feudal, fascists.
You have no shame, void of compassion.
You are not human.
You cold blooded, emotionless, cartel of destruction.
Haven't you done enough?
by Robert Denton (August 11, 2015)
Passed Life
by Robert Denton (October 2014)
I've walked through the wasteland,
Where after 34 years I found you
Stretched out on a bed of memories
And covered with a sheet of youthful dreams.
I remember my adolescent fantasies
Unable to bring to fruition the expression
Of my aching young heart
Yet physically I erupted in convulsive screams.
To what extent do these events
Affect the formation of my perversions?
To what extent does the psyche of youthful eroticism
Carry on into wishful fulfilment in adulthood?
Am I so barren that I must unlock
The vault of regret and release such a distant past?
This journey started with the imagination of your touch.
Your pretty face coaxing me forward as I wished you would.
If you want to know the true meaning of love Is Its call never giving up on him
even If the person feels as if he has to leave are may want to leave don't give
up on him Its worth it I've had my faults an tribulations the way he looks at me drives me an I know I drive him my heart beats faster than any car per hour
even when Im sleeping I dream of from time to time I don't want the dream
to end but at least I get to see him an have more time with him in my sleep that's why I say I'll never give up on him he's always on my mind don't ever give up on the person you say you love he maybe confuse of what he really wants are needs give the person time he loves when I give him sweet kisses on his neck his adoring words keep coming an Ill never give up on him so you shouldn't give up on the one you love thats the meaning of true love he know who he is for ever my heart.... Denton Perkiss.
If I could take away this distance
move this school nearer Denton
I'd do it within an instant
I wish that I could walk to see you
or take a minute drive
I could see you a lot more often
whenever you were on my mind
I could walk up to your front door
and ring the bell all the time
And if I did not have schoolwork
we could go out to dinner
almost every night
I could always kiss you goodnight
just pull you in and squeeze you real tight
I could be there if you were real sad
I could hold you if you felt real bad
In the summer we could take walks
and sit on swings in the park
When winter came I'd get a blanket
and keep you warm on the couch
And you could see me in my dorm
to say hello on study nights
It would be such a pleasant surprise
you would be such a wanted sight
It would be so nice to see you
It would be so nice to see you
The Rocky Horror Picture Show ~ Starring Tim Curry as Dr. Frank-N-Furter,
Content Warning: Schlock Horror
Elements of the unintentional humor of B horror
Ripped fishnet stockings, glitter, and a shapely contour
A kitschiness and campiness that seems to be winking at you
Shades of burlesque, cabaret broad and a bawdy review
Glam era, British popular culture “Glam Rock”
Working title, They Came from Denton High provoked talk
All the while filming took place during autumn
Seductive sequined gold swallow-tail coat slit on the bottom
A tribute to many a horror movie from the 30’s, a parody
And the science fiction genre threw the 70’s exuding hilarity
From concept to cult, the grin and the guile
A classy campy clown, red ruby lips, and a flashy smile
The midnight showing at the Vogue Théâtre, you’d find us there
A classic musical-comedy and bone-chilling delight we’d share