Best Mangling Poems
Demons drown the desire;
proudly persecuting patiently.
Evil erupted entities;
maliciously mangling me.
Satan states the severity;
of corrupting his command.
Ferociously framed in fire;
horrifically at his hands.
Dreams died decades ago.
Slaying sins set out;
to traumatize the innocent,
on a rancid, wretched route.
Blood bath beginning;
Demons delightfully dote.
Abominations are appreciated;
take the knife to her throat.
The trials are terminated;
Judgment Day is just.
A lifetime with Lucifer;
all in the name of lust!
Categories:
mangling, life
Form:
Alliteration
It’s Dead! Buried! Murdered! By
Societal Evolution. Technology has
Guillotined it, chopped to,
Shards of quick transference.
Paperless, Ephemeral, Unbounded By
Chemical mixtures, giving whole
Recognition, permanence. Now
It is whisked away, as Dandelion fluff
In the wind of electrons.
Meaning given by consent of,
Ignorant users, only capable of,
Mangling, what they could not
comprehend in full form.
Butchers trying to extract more
Time for Air Head endeavors of
Tactile and Visual and Auditory,
Sensations of Erotic Exercises,
That soon callous the senses.
Categories:
mangling, on writing and words,
Form:
Elegy
The cat and the dog are wrangling
I see a paw hit the canine.
A row and now a tangling.
I put my bet on the feline.
My job is to see no mangling
and not one hit at all is fine.
The cat is now fandangoing
to put the big dog in line.
How did I get in the jumble?
I try to get out and I fumble.
Hit by the cat, I tumble.
Tit and tat is elemental.
I say to the cat, "be gentle"
It may be the dog is mental.
4/7, 16
Categories:
mangling, animal,
Form:
Sonnet
Hashtags polling
virtual war, viral
naija stand by
wait!
Fall they will,
like pack of cards
in the face of cash
Sandcastle disco!
Sing-song voice, rings hello
trained roll of the tongue
cultivated baritone
a pitch here and there, emoting
Back in chains
tongue under this blade lies
cool, feeling cool,
hugging the chains
listening to the Cool FM
What a way to be cool?
Mangling words
tangling slurs and extended 'r's
silent 't's revving
superiority screaming
welcome back
Voice picked out of the box
tailored, washed&Iron dried
even those whose fathers'
couldn't afford a tube
told stories of summer school
in harmattan
Gonna, wanna, perhaps fonna
from the mastery of their tongues
came out slightly, then wholly
half baked sausages
dropping with a dum!
announcing back in chain
Laugh, they laugh at 'my fellow widows'
her version of English mimicry worthy
strength of character makes a wife
not the slurred 'r's and dimmed 't's
Don't get it twisted
So the next time she comes
thinned out at her vitals
'nasal-ing, tangling& mangling' words
be patient to tell her to untie her knots
before cavorting you to sleep in peace
back in chain your fathers bled off their necks
Categories:
mangling, africa, america, emotions, identity,
Form:
Elegy
I knew him before they shackled him to chair
I contend, none knew him better than I
He's tall, charming, quite an elegant air
An athlete lissom, a kite in the sky
What happened you asked, what so deformed him
Crippled his independence, left him ill?
The doctors said osteo-arthritis
But a disease is never its own cause.
I will tell you how he told me, listen
There is a madness meaningless in us.
The happy night I went to sleep, we lay
Like children in each other's arms, snoring
The cockcrow and bird call woke the new day
Fresh air and old love, and life adoring
Shall we breakfast with family today
Or to some lake, picnic paired, wander free
A vehement no, a tone for the fray
I rose for the bathroom, shocked at lost glee.
I would return in silence, let her speak
The calf gets more milk just by being meek.
One step from hallway and into the room
I felt a sharp pain announcing my doom
A shadow from behind a door, a groan
My loins exploded in my head, nothing more.
How long was it, I cannot tell, a moan
Of pity, a kinder hand to restore
Consciousness again. The back crumbled then
Degenerated more and more with time
Things smelling salts and linament can't mend
He functioned well in intervening years
Running, swimming, the ardent athlete
A few interruptions, grimace and tears
For wasted life and love and great defeat
You do not start from bottom starting new
Again, but from a deeper hole of doubt
A deeper fear. It crippled him he knew
Not how, nor how deep the scar remain. Out
Now, you must go; leave the great spectacle
The man who prayed without miracle
And yet still believe this end serves some cause
Some greater purpose than himself. I pause
To reflect, then limped away, the sick loin
Begins in the old sickness of the mind.
What could he not have done, the great lovers
He denied for honor, the high esteem
Of wealth and fickle praise, but love covers
More than faults in the mangling of the dream.
The scholar, the poet, the statesman too
Wears shackle invisible on the heart.
Love measures the height of what we may do
Yet men go all the way in, not in part.
See your great spectacle bound to a chair,
Crippled, defeated ... perhaps, something there
Strangely smiling, beyond the eyes of fear
He's tall, charming, quite an elegant air.
Categories:
mangling, life, old, life, love,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
“Oh Snowman!” sing the children-birds,
“For what reason are you astray?”
He’d put some care into his words.
Who cares what snowmen have to say?
He’d long been keeping up his trade
Of mangling words where truths apply.
But well he knows in this charade
That half the truth is not a lie.
He has no friends or next of kin,
His wisdom wasted on the trees.
His words are lost like nectar in
A world devoid of honeybees.
A bachelor to ardor’s flame
Forsaken by a tragic flaw.
The green-eyed youths know not his name,
And never gazed at snow with awe.
His history’s a fable now.
Much like the ones he’d once unveil.
But never will it die, I vow;
For I have heard his tragic tale.
Categories:
mangling, angst, death, fantasywords,
Form:
Rhyme
It isn’t fear of the unknown
That makes me quiver at dying.
It isn’t for sins I’m due to atone.
And it isn’t for tears and crying.
No, it’s the mind-mangling thought
Of being alone without you—
In dreamless emptiness wrought
It chills me through and through.
“You won’’t know it,” some explain.
And legions announce they’re right.
But it’s that idea that primes my pain:
Our love out of touch, out of sight.
It is useless to dwell on it, I know.
But when I embrace your charms
Something catches in my soul
And the future sounds dire alarms.
Categories:
mangling, death, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
the dark raven
beckons my soul
amidst quaint cackling of
the jackals mangling hisses
I witnessed flowers bloom
as the giant oaks
began to kneel at my feet
I witnessed his face
why I heard his voice
the mauve sky rumbled
the clay ground crumbled
at this beautiful coming
sweet Jerusalem in view
the clouds took a bow
as the sun rose over
the weeping sea
the earth lifted tilted
pouring salted tears into
the ravishing springs
leading to rivers edge
where naught is bathing
my heart on fire
at this coming desire
upon mount olives
Zion is removed
my soul grooved
the master's plans
created in his hands
a holy reunion
of spirit and man
Categories:
mangling, journey,
Form:
Blank verse
His love indescribable
His presence overwhelming
A child longing to meet its father
Its cry so unbearable
Mangling to the heart; melancholy
A bondage unbreakable
Apart from being crestfallen by the cruel world,
the child croons to its father to hear its cries,
to save it from the cruel world and its temptations.
World has taught its people to misconstrue everything
World which continues to create cross-patched people,
so acrid and easily credulous
Affectation people
desperate to receive miracles, wealth, see signs and wonders;
trapped in our own world, self-centered.
Credulous people we become
easily deluded by the cunning.
Set apart we must become
like servants awaiting their master,
like new born babies opening their eyes for the first time
like the shepherd's sheep
like masterpieces of the master
Categories:
mangling, christian, community, confusion, endurance,
Form:
Pastoral
Invoking restitution beyond mundane range,
the clarity beneath grounds to actuality
towards mangling misconceptions and rapid change
against those who tolerate useless leniency
There's a massive holocaust taking stern pleasure,
tried and executed, shots fired in a haywire
Bodies everywhere, graves in its gruesome feature
the world being betrayed by a top-tiered liar
Fingers at conflict, directions on each angle
degree of unimaginable heights and size,
enough to build itself a malicious castle
filled with agonizing horror and shrilling cries .
To rectify the system from its past transgression,
it has to undergo an intensive process
alter for the better, set cogs into action,
rotating in full circle, gaining full access.
Categories:
mangling, corruption, discrimination, , cute,
Form:
Elegy
Gazing with a distant soft saddened stare,
Locked in a zone and I'm staring out there.
Trampling emotions are mangling my soul.
A pilot flying solo with no self control.
Headfirst - a nose dive in progress.
Thinking twice - a complex process.
Falling aimlessly constant flashbacks in mind.
Gusting wind rushing my eyes forcing them blind.
Gravity's strong pull is more than my own.
No turning back, a decision full blown.
Ground zero near, it's closing in fast.
Seconds from death, my breath at its' last.
I'm screaming so loud I wake myself up.
A nightmare repeated, my mind is shook up.
- Yours Truly
Categories:
mangling, death, dream, emotions, flying,
Form:
Couplet
Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté
Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles
Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery
Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
Categories:
mangling, corruption, dark, humanity, society,
Form:
Acrostic
Cavewoman, sitting in her cave
Angry as hell: her best spear did stave
Vinny the Caveman is at fault
Eagerly chasing deer, he failed to halt
Witness what happened next
Oh, his mighty muscles did flex
Mangling the staff
And breaking that gaff
Never thinking of Rita's best spear!
Categories:
mangling, funny,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
hello river you've beckoned
my soul again to the sullen
null of a sacrificial lust
mangling my minds heavenly glow
shattering my understanding
of pure mirth the cravings beyond
my living source hindered so
beneath spiritual guidance
while gentle natures are clawing
to the surface of sheer redemption
as i remembered you i remembered us
that dance that way that cold calm
dreary day lucifer sat so very still
why not even making a peep
mastering forgetting
what one has sown
one must also reap
Categories:
mangling, dark,
Form:
Epic
They practise their guns on the land of the innocence,
these loathsome creatures wipe out the lines of our army,
now we are what left to secure this homeland,
"Come forth my soldiers" the cry of war is heard from leagues away,
we pierce these wind-lances through their corroded hearts with wrath ,
inferno burns the heart of the city,
as we guard behind this ineluctable vile scene like a vault,
keeping these lives we call treasure hoard,
forged iron weapons as our blades as we stand behind this door
waiting for the beasts, we wail our swords in valor
but we are disdained in return, are they blind, do they not see our courage,
in the vast hall the tyrannical emperor sits proud in his throne,
with a crown on his head,
riven by greed he covets this land as much as we want to secure it,
usurper we call him, his eyes instil terror to every man,
he curses the flame of war upon us, he wishes ill upon my people,
his soldiers swimming in blood,
drinking copious amount of alcohol as celebration to our folks death,
our cerulean sea pollute as if there is sickness lies upon it,
It redden and darken as season changes,
our people are driven mad by grief as we scream for mercy,
cadence they say our screams are as we cowered in terror,
distraught by this desolation and mangling towards our kin and home,
we stifled by this thick air where no healthsome air to breathe in,
we could not foretell but we yet still survive this,
we do not linger behind shadows, stench from these shrouded victims open our eyes,
where is the reverence we once deserved,
bairns swear vangeance, cut the head of the snake and you shall be free from this grief.
Categories:
mangling, anger, pain, patriotic, sad,
Form: