Best Mauls Poems
It was birds Yes Ducks !, Mallards no less
Flown down from Alberta that made this great mess !
I tried to stop them though I shivered in fear
They flew right on past me and landed right here.
They surrounded your cupcakes like an army brigade
and attacked them they did not a one could be saved !
Frosting was flying from the mauls of their beaks
cupcake crumbs scattered all around their webbed feet !
And when they were done and finally flew out
the leader duck threw the last cupcake in my mouth !
I tried not to eat it but it was stuck to my lips
I guess they were just hungry after their long trip ?
There's a viscerally vial creature loosed,
Which is heinously hideous and vicious.
This barbarian monstrosity destroys people's vitality and flesh,
By raping and pillaging their lives,
Killing and ravaging entire families and villages,
Forever cursing all those it consumes.
I've taken up armament against this enemy,
Vowing an oath to eradicate this foe.
I wage continued war on this unholy vile behemoth,
Thrusting my dagger through its abdomen,
Ripping and slashing its bowels,
But it shrugs off the assault undeterred.
I shoot arrows through its heart,
Only to realize tis useless as no heart exists.
I take my sword and behead the beast,
But like Hydra, it restores its venomous crown.
I hack off its limbs chopping flesh and bone,
But it slithers demonically onward.
I gouge out its eyes blinding it from finding victims,
But it smells weakness, fear, and depression,
And tracks its quarry like a bloodhound.
I smash out its treacherous bloodthirsty teeth,
But it mauls its prey bludgeoning it mercilessly,
Slowly but surely till it's powerless.
I wrestle it and break it's back so it's paralyzed,
But its grotesque distorted mangled body trudges forward unhindered.
Nothing I do stops this devastating onslaught,
And I relinquish my battle and succumb unwillingly to this curse.
Destined to be enslaved to this ruthless foe forever.
Left helpless to struggle until I die,
Fighting with my own sins.
Suicidal Love
It chokes and mauls me,
It suffocates me as its venom spread to shake my heart,
It kneads and lives me vulnerable to hurt,
When you hunt it,
I remained obdurate to love,
Its obsession sucks my strength,
When the peril of real epitome of African beauty sprout her,
Chokes and desires of having you drown me into sour guts,
It is a suicide how this eerie feeling fills,
For it freezes not the frosted and fermented heart to freedom
It is suicidal how love is.
Love is won, then it conquers all through patience
But that's impossible without being kind
The two above build one to be honest
Suppressing all the feelings of jealousy
Silencing all tongues not to be boastful
Bruising egos that result from one's pride
Only the wise share from the spoils of lion's pride
Copying the beast waiting for prey in patience
Though giving man no right to be boastful
But giving satisfaction of some kind
Leaving villains in tatters of jealousy
Pulling to you those who remain honest
Noble humans teach children to be honest,
Hold close to heart their identity with pride,
Learn to murder the feelings of jealousy
Those who slur you just lose them no patience
Return slurs with virtues fit for man kind
All these show love and leave no man boastful
Calamity fall on those who are boastful
Misery awaits those who are not honest
Forgive and be cast as one of a kind
But do not become conflated with pride
Cause pride can erode the gift of patience
Leaving you sulky grumpy brewing in jealousy
Love allows no space of growth for jealousy
Fools think themselves wise when they are boastful
Taking as dull the prudence of patience
Hurrying breaking the rules of being honest
Disregarding words of wisdom with pride
Plotting to trample on all those who are kind
The cornerstone in love building is being kind
For that blocks away tinges of jealousy-
Not to cause acrimony that leads to pride-
That mauls peace and harmony by being boastful
Substituting quality of being honest-
With idle talks, lies and haste that ruin patience
Patience is a crown to those who are kind
Be honest to get strength to strangle jealousy
True love is neither boastful nor has pride
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First Place Winner: Joseph May-In Just A Few Words 2/ Contest 1/17/21
Honorable Mention: Line Gauthier-Bite Size Contest No 78
I had a dog that loved playing in the stalls
What ever he found the little bugger mauls
Until one day
I taught him a new game to play
Now he is content to just lick me Sidney Halls
A steel sky, wan and dull, littered
With ragged clouds and
bitter dregs of a world girding for
Sleep
But no rest
by day, draws a frame over grim roofs and vapid doorways.
Indolent breezes rustle debris past shuffling feet of
Staggering fools and
acrid night-women, stirring tepid
Air
Heavy with the smells of too many
Unbathed nights and wretched days,
Witness to a thousand acts of lonely love
Purchased with tears money and scraps
of ego.
Lank buildings throw shadows and hopeless glances
Westward, patiently aware
That neither relief nor sympathy
Is at hand,
Complaining
In blind suffering beneath layers of paint and lurid grime,
Defenseless against a shadow-world that gnaws and mauls
And drains them dry of
life: they stand in fear of
Morn
Which heralds familiar scenes
Of disrupted peace,
Ghastly bits of deathly, decrepit life
Like giants reduced to shivering terror and
helplessness.
Street lights, harsh against the dawn, sickly,
Cast unholy light
Over faceless shadow-figures gliding
Past
Silently
On unearthly legs, moving on but never gone, always
Reappearing in frustrating repetition of an act
Too oft repeated
stripped of novelty but not of
Pain
Laced with overtones of ghoulish
Fascination, ashamed and unresisting,
The nagging quease of small, unseen, and vile wrongs,
Awaiting the bright too brief relief
of day,
Whose destitute sun waxes brighter by small degree
Chasing shadows and shadow people
To the farther horizon
(Far
But too close)
Shadow presence only masked by the quickening light of one more day
Dawning grieved and heavy over Sodom, a dread
Eternal duty
repeated eternally at appointed
Hours
Done and done again in gray shades
Of memory, ritually pondered
In the half-lit pause between the night sounds' ceasing
And the roaring halcyon of yet another
still-born day.
This was written in the wake of a 2:00 AM tour of Times Square in 1977. Could be any decayed urban area. I have seen many.
Cars One
A coffin for your children
A hearse for your fat missus
A burden on the mother earth
We will not be forgiven
A curse to city dwellers
A blessing for shopping mauls
Noisy,ugly,overvalued
Ridiculously LARGE
More power than 500 horses
Faster than a train
Sophisticated self maintaining
Millstones with a brain.
Resourcing faith, resolve, resolve
conforming brace of how
consigning brackets of identity, not slow
the entry of concern, between friend's row!
Yet, still enduring, we are them, their vow
this loneness of reserve, the leader's power
conserves some owning of their toilsome plow,
ne'er freedom is their choice, we rostrum flow!
Conviction, is it changing, holding stow
I am in constant danger, yet I show
ne'er fault, impartiality must go,
involving loss, my prayer is fairness more!
Now, join some unity of truth, the platform's scroll
my life, your life, let virtue breech, not row
the national incentive, debt's bestow
nor words impounding, restoring condone!
The truth's reserve, secession's teaming call
that space of joining, allies not disown ~
my ally, we are here, this cost we know
security's contention grossly stalls!
Where action is the limit, we face haul
consulting with our interests, trusts install
that destiny, called choice, reverses, mauls
may just be my endowment, just my soul?
Or all mankind at purpose, answers hone
to this our enemy is still at throne
the sterile overstepping overthrow
this outright pose, this policy's control!
Erosion not the strength of freedom's prone
this break up, not my cause, as God, disown
still showing honor's back-up, not renown
in earnestness compile, nor allies roam!
Up front, an ever pressing, selfless stone
the brink of character, so evermore
that freshness could sow on, immortal's cone
true learning, listening, never cursing's thrown!
To test our weakness, I would cringe somehow
that courage, entity, seems all condone
is interference' monitor's bestow
I plant in some forgiveness factor's cull!
Diplomacy's contain, the jewels roll
ne'er in that wearing coat of idol's bloat
this right or wrong, my energy console
does eke not my transmission's holding core!
You are not,
The machete that mauls the mound
That sends the ants scampering from the hill,
Preys to the threading feet and the hungered hens
You are not!
The gunpowder that blasts the barn
Heralding the angry bleats,
And inviting the cock-made complaints
No, you are not!
The arrow that pierces the air
Erasing the lines of the birds
Chasing the dark clouds into the sun
You are not
What they wash into your pores
What they sing into your being
What they carve into your heart
You are not
Apart from the tears that tear
Detached from the broken earthenware
For you are human too.
When the police came with clubs, dogs, and fire hoses, the non-violent protesters did not blame the American flag. When protesters were beaten, jailed, and some killed, they did not blame the American flag. When many were sent off to fight for the rights of others but not their own, they did not blame the American flag. When in uniform, they were treated as second-class citizens far from home, they did not blame the American flag. When their own country discriminated and demeaned them on foreign soil, they did not blame the American flag.
When on bended knees, believing in country, church, and God, against what seemed to be impossible odds, they fought for justice through the courts and the halls of Congress and won many incredible battles.
From the segregated schools and the cotton fields of the deep south, I saw the non-violent protesters and freedom riders. They took the blows and stood tall; from the dogs, they withstood the mauls and realized that hatred and racism were the cause. Yes, this baby boomer observed it all, but I do not recall that they blamed the American flag.
01132018 PS PH FB
‘At play with words’
Cork thine eyes
Cloaking lucent verbose halls
Surely binding shutting tight
Cork thine eyes
Clutching goblet sipping falls
Drunk seduction bending sight
Prose mine prys
Gather up my scrolling drawls
Paging through the spite
Prose mine prys
Splitting metaphors with mauls
Swindle word codle the blight
This poem explained
Shut your eyes
Shade your bright and wordy thoughts
Absolutely shut off your mind
Shut your eyes
Drink from the fountain of lies of the rich
Allow yourself to be seduced and become blind
My ordinary words chip away
Read what I have written
They are memorable moments of contempt
My ordinary words chip away
I chop up what I write with metaphors
The negative meanings of what I write deceives with tenderness
T.R.Sevrens
When the skies break out with thunder
And pale ghosts the stars outnumber,
When the sword of lightning falls
And the owl of midnight calls,
When the ocean’s growl is gray
And dim hope has naught to say,
Haggard Death shall play his lute,
His reign cruel and absolute.
When choked prayers fail to be
Breaths of immortality,
When gaunt visions spell cold doom,
Sorrow, pain and clouds of gloom,
When all creatures hide and hear
Ravens shriek, benumbed by fear,
All regret shall be in vain,
Murdered and eclipsed by pain.
When the frigid air is borne
By the might which mauls the morn,
When the nightingale is slain
By the raspy, roaring rain,
When the lovers’ hope is sunk
By dark poison deeply drunk,
Not a soul resist shall dare:
All shall tremble and despair.
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E mbers smoulder, earth sweats
M an thinks that he made progress
B atters and mauls he, the mother naked
R epreive from where else, does she get!
A tlases many, of 21st century we require, to
C atapult earth back to its pristine splendour
I n the hope to save diversity from extinction
N ature, else capable to rebalance ‘n upturn
G reenhouse gases already choking our breath!
E ach to promise to protect the mother earth
A need to conserve, and give it ‘n us a rebirth
R educe, reuse, recycle, there will be no dearth
T rees each we plant, ‘n protect them to a big girth
H urrah! We then continue to raise our net worth
Date: 5.7.2014
Guilt...!
Guilt rides,
on the chariot of truth
and how long can it go forth?
It obscures the facts
and obliterates the figures and
peps-up and cooks it's own broth!
It feels so heavy,
wears out the only one who is privy
and it is one's own knot to the naught!
On the obverse of the day,
when you join the fray,
be assured it gouges out your heart!
It holds on to the rein,
in attempts so vain,
yet it completely mauls one's sleep!
Thereon the day that dawn,
there is only groan and moan,
as it weighs you down only to make you weep!
Stave off this sorrow,
nay wait for the morrow,
there is an easy way out if you scout!
Heaven is here to rejoice
and so is hell too as a choice,
It is left to us to find the route out to rout.