Best Parasitical Poems
In Monolithic monuments are the bringers of the derelict dawn
I see many idolatrous idols, forged in ancient bibliothecal Babylon
Within worshipful winds, that carry words of parasitical praise
And indulging in illusions that comfort their camouflaging craze
I am the god of Lust beware my tempestuous heinous hunger
My appetite for decadent desire keeps me forever younger
I am the god of Gluttony beware my excessive consumption
The more I ferociously feed, the more for my euphoric eruption
I am the god of Greed beware my matriarchal material possessions
I want what I want and not what I need, to satisfy my aggressions
I am the god of Sloth beware my lazy inhabitations and failure to act
In my dormant dwellings, savoring sanctuaries where I safely retract
I am the god of Pride beware my self-indulging pompous portray
I talk to merciful mirrors that reflect reinforcing rumors my way
I am the god of Envy beware my desire to obtain what you possess
I want to experience everything, the secret to my seductive success
I am the god of Wrath beware my feelings of anger and habitual hates
Waging worthless wars as I open up the homogeneous hellion gates
The gods have spoken, their words eternal spread throughout eternity
In the efficacious end, Love will conquer all, so I say to you... ‘Let It Be’
Aug.02.2017
Let It Be
Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
Categories:
parasitical, abuse, desire, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
Our family’s visit to an ashram—
Where parasitical monkeys haunt ’n hum.
Creatures known for tricks and hanky-panky.
So tussles ’tween visitor and monkey!
Monkeys win— tussles with woman or man.
Outwitting the monkey whoever can?
So woes of the devotees are many;
There doesn’t seem to be solution any!
A li’l one came to us ’nd held her hand out;
With a bottle of water, turned about;
Came back again straight to my son swiftly
Only to look for lice ’n his hair deftly!
A surprising gesture of gratitude.
We appreciated her attitude!
***
Composed on October 18, 2017
Categories:
parasitical, animal, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
AND I'M HUNGRY FOR YOU
Three days passed, Billy again is sitting relax in his favorite place. Smile flower from his face as he watch closely a single file of shadows on the wall. He is envious that these ants are more systematic and resourceful in gathering their bread and butter.
my need, my want, my
feelings of desire arise
by the smell of foods
Billy's hollow excited eyes accompanied by spiderlike hands
cram to spoon the fallen scattered crumbs of rice and biscuits
from a passer by on the rough dirty floor.
Today, I desire
an eat all you can meal treat
"all" including filth
He is done eating all crumbs but still a lion growls inside his stomach,
he ran like a train to ask her mama for milk but how can he suck--
... when fertile breasts two weeks now is suffering drought.
parasitical
technically edible----
I am eating you
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8:41 pm; July 27, 2015
Categories:
parasitical, absence, children, desire, feelings,
Form:
Haibun
ask Sigourney Weaver
a creature born to devour
it sucks your blood into its liver
whilst malaria it delivers
you may develop a high fever
the end may make you quiver
with a mouth like a surgical needle
you’ll feel a slight itch thereafter a pimple
scratch until your skin turns purple
she’s a very nimble female
in a sec gone with the wind
another host to find, a nest to build
a parasitical mother
your blood will nurture
a mosquito, a real life vampire
your blood will father
an alien nation
bred for Man's annihilation
Categories:
parasitical, insect, science fiction,
Form:
Rhyme
Existence in Exile
Dispensing realities of parallel dimensions thrown into alternate extensions
Panoptical parasitical pretensions lie the overlords of illegitimate intentions
Chaos encroaches an anomaly serving the omnipresent obsolescent odyssey
Travelers of space-time unconsciously rediscovering the past sacred geometry
Hemispheres of dormant deceptions live deceivers of maleficent conceptions
In the cosmic corridors of corrections and refueling in the abyss of reflections
Within infinite bubbles of the multiverse navigating neglectfully we traverse
A catatonic continuum we immerse as we ride the eternal elliptical in reverse
For now we welcome the wormhole entering worlds of the carcinogenic cabal
Into oleaginous oblivions we crawl with ideological illusions we habitually haul
Within a consciousness condemned and realities severely sacrificially stemmed
Amidst a hellion hyperspace suspend will we arise altruistic aligned and amend?
May.19.2018
In 100 Years
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Categories:
parasitical, destiny, future, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
Listening to poison for days
Kept me in a maze
Like cattle,
I began to graze
On wrong pastures
To hide the torment
and feed on laughter
Nothing about it was funny
Guess who felt like a dummy
Nothing about it was good
All I felt like was misunderstood
It was a tragedy
To battle me
Fear
Tried
To stop my destiny,
Parasitical grip
I started to slip
I didn’t know I was taking a trip
Down the road of the
Destitute
Where men start to shoot
Anyone and everything
Including their arms
And enjoy the
sting
Watching their faces, as they crash
into cereal bowls
Then, their reply is
“I’m tired, that’s all.”
I hear, Zombies are real
and They live on our streets
Yet, we pay them no mind
Some even get beat
When that’s your Son
When that’s your Daughter
When that’s your Best Friend begging for a Quarter
Then, maybe, they won’t be just “Another Waste”
Maybe, you need to look them in the face
And let them know that there is healing and grace
God can use us in the most unusual place.
Categories:
parasitical, addiction, faith, hope, youth,
Form:
Rhyme
Terrorism is a villainous violence,
Used by those who disagree,
Bloodshed breaks the somber silence,
Between those who feel unfree.
However, when one disagrees
With how the system works,
They are targeted by an intelligent team
Of thieves who wear white wicked smirks.
Welcome to America, a republic of United States,
Where your pick-pocketed dollars are spent,
On a government gang who uses hate,
To murder with money that from you went.
The true terrorists are the ones who wage,
Wars for oils and hegemony,
Inciting their civilized slaves with fear and rage,
With methodical theory made by Machiavelli.
Over three hundred million of us,
Have been convinced,
That five hundred monsters must,
Act as a regent prince.
We are taught in their public schools
What they want us to think,
About how to see those who rule,
In this prison where freedoms freely shrink.
Taxes and rules taken and written by carnivorous imbeciles,
Deepen the pockets of those who've stolen from the rank and file.
The dragons drag their drones which drop from atop the empyrean:
Trickled missiles made by smiles of self-proclaimed humanitarians.
Like candy into a trick-or-treater's unsuspecting pillowcase,
The surprise drops unto the bullseye on a beaming face.
Oblong bombs obliterate their targets who're blasted into oblivion,
Checked off a list of might-be murderers by gangs of the governing.
Whose old faithful champaign bottles burst in bellicose victory,
As the unelected republic jigs with their jolly old valedictory.
True terrorism is to manipulate with police and military budgets,
Paid for by those who fall victim to the brotherhood's bludgeon.
We must fight the totalitarian status quo with knowledge and speech,
So with our thoughts we can remove the parasitical political leech.
Now unsheathe the might in hidden in thy mind,
So we may leave terror where it belongs: behind.
Categories:
parasitical, america, anger, freedom, political,
Form:
Rhyme
Such love that has imprisoned me to many hells,
Neglected nights navigate the pernicious smells…
With fiendish fury left flagitious and forsaken,
Amidst cold caves of ice the demons have awaken;
A virtuous vixen like a deceptive desired disciple,
An edacious Eve offering her appetizing apple…
I am enslaved and entombed upon loves lament,
Left to repellently rot within calamitous cement;
Relinquished ravaged ruins of my heart remain,
Parasitical palpitations penetrate pensive pain…
Derelict desertions devour the longing light,
Empty echoes decapitate within shunning sight;
Where slings and arrows cancerously conjugate,
And where stranded silent sorrows accumulate.
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June.14.2020
Thesaurus - Abandon or Abandoned
Sponsored by~ Dear Heart
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Categories:
parasitical, absence, abuse, conflict, loneliness,
Form:
Sonnet
Out into the crisp February morn,
Sunshine finally frees nature
From the long oppressive grip
Of the icy, snowy, bitter cold of
Grey darkness that has enveloped
Both sky and human heart alike.
Nature briefly awakens,
The small winter birds scatter
And chase about the sky and chirp,
While the squirrels search and forage
For nuts buried in the cold,
White layers on the ground.
Is it foolish optimism to think,
Much less feel, hope?
A similar oppressive layer of
Enforced grey darkness
Has enveloped my nation,
As men and women in the Senate,
Bereft of a human soul,
Feed ferociously on the chumming
Of ambition, greed, and power
Thrown to them by wealthy despots and bigots.
Well did they know the guilt
Of the predator occupying the high seat of power.
Well did they know the sewage
Of corruption and deceit
Into which they immersed themselves.
Yet, bereft of a human soul,
Shaking their fists furiously
At the heavens, they curse God
To whom they previously pledged fealty.
They damn and ban both God and God’s justice
From our nation with great solemnity and decorum,
Then dance around the Senate chambers
With smug smiles of victory on their faces.
Accused of blinding justice in our nation,
These parasitical, political Pharisees,
Cry out with great indignation,
as in the story of the man born blind,
“Surely, we are not blind!”
While the 2000 year old words of Jesus,
With the tenacity of tinnitus rings in their ears,
“If you were blind, you would not have sinned.
But you do see, and your sin remains.”
On this cold, crisp winter morn of February,
As sunshine dispels the dark greyness
That has oppressed nature, I wonder
Whether the dark blanket of despair
That is now covering our nation
Will ever be cast off and the sun
Of God’s justice will ever return to our nation?
Yet, the birds still chirp
And chase around the sky.
The squirrels still dig for the treasure
They buried in the frozen landscape.
Is it foolish optimism to think
Much less feel, there is hope?
(c) 2020, Robert Charles Wagner. All rights reserved.
Categories:
parasitical, patriotic, political,
Form:
Free verse
Care to whisper? Care to cry?
This heart is incapacitate, hollow and dry
A thousand wishes, flew like feathers
Beyond this brood canvas sky
Be you mine and I shall sing
A lullaby of charm tingling
Beneath the old forgotten tree
Wistful dream of sugar-coated lies
Endowed with soft persuasive banter
How did you reach me with skillful silence?
Rob my face from underneath my feet
Kill me with tender illicit glimpse
Unknown by many, but heart to heart alone
Bending binds that entangles in faith
Breeding rage, feeding vengeance
The candle that is lit flickers in shiver
Fearing its abominable end, dauntingly premature
It will never come, this heart insists
Alas, no one can be sure if the virus persists
Heaving in parasitical overture, spreading with nonchalant defiance
Feasting upon vision of triumph, where one that burns,
Burns no more
What is left then, my dear?
Just you and me, in this abysmal silence
A cavernous gap nonetheless, preaching baseless
Beauty, radiating shades of elusive splendour
What is left for you, me…?
Categories:
parasitical, love, heart, heart, me,
Form:
Free verse
Quietly I lay, fighting the urge to snatch the life right out of your blackened heart.
I try to resist the wanting desire to end your disgusting, parasitical excuse of a soul,
But I need to make an example of you to show the world my beautiful, deadly art.
It’s time for you to feel the lonely darkness of a six foot deep hole.
You played the jester to my comic tragedy, and now the show is over.
You tried to make me feel frightened and scared,
You are nothing but an unlucky three leaved clover.
You showed the world all my faults, and I stood there cold and bare.
I stood there as you exploited my every error.
I fell to my knees as you humiliated me, demeaning me in front of my peers,
Not knowing of my inner horror, the bottled up anguish and terror.
But by the time I am finished, you shall see the monster you unleashed vividly clear.
You choose your words loosely, insulting all that I am.
You thought your tongue sharp and tried to use it to cut me down.
You thought you could use me as a stepping stone for your feet to stand
To display the comical relieve which you thought I was, while you wore the crown.
I will dethrone this jester of ridiculous rule, taking the happiness he thought he had.
Devouring the insults and using them to cure the wounds of your lashing tongue.
I lay, growing stronger with every tasteless comment that he would laughably add.
Taking you to the pits of hell, watching the orange flames lick your body will be my fun.
It’s time for you to be torn apart by the one you thought was defeated.
I survived your vicious onslaught of degrading puns and ridicule that you tried to slay me with.
You just fired me up for the coming battle that will be the end of you, making sure your statements are not repeated.
I am the legend that everyone will remember, and you are the nothing but a forgettable myth.
It’s time for the silent to make their voice heard, for the self-imposed deaf to widen their ears and hear,
It’s time for the pretenders of blindness to muster up the courage to see, for this will be a sight.
The legend has awakened; it’s time for you to quiver in fear.
You are not ready for this horrific wrath that will redeem my entire plight.
Categories:
parasitical, art, inspirational, me, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Before the hemoglobin rushes in parting life from life
empty abdomens swirl from the dust. Born to die,
their parasitical humor is a terror in the ear.
Blood from wine in the vein, drawn past
the epidermal sanctity of a crimson relic.
Swiftly they fly about seeking that aching moment.
With tourniquet wings buzzing set in veneration
about their host.
And for a brief moment they seem holy
enough to not need to mend their religion
and carry out these kindless proverbs.
But then falling from grace so gently
they descend down touching lightly
with the bent legs of a sinner needing redemption.
Nathan Martin 2010
Categories:
parasitical, analogy, christian, extended metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Put your fettered foot
squarely 'pon the rot root cause
Place it on the fungi mouth
which speaks power parasitical
Then let your weary leg whip
with spherical force immeasurable
Feel the kinetic spin
of unpaid indignation,
moving at a rue quantum clip
Witness the phalange contact,
hard truth smack
Sending the cabal druthers
(those who chose to oppress their sisters and brothers)
sailing thru the dark void
Where their oval lip secrets
remain doubly chained
to the intel end tale entropy trajectory
Kicking the cabal
was a beautiful whack
Liberty rotating elliptical
is [E]motion monumental
Starry eyes love to see
freedom traveling
infinitely so
11-16-20
Categories:
parasitical, allegory, power, satire, word
Form:
Light Verse
A mangled turnip is akin to a fortune fish balancing on rods. Skimming the hedgerows in ecstatic glee. Marvellously pronounced. Not exact though the portrayal. Printing publicly public purposes plain. And a fat duck in a small boat. Parasitical party of an story about a family and a judge waves a stick at a flower bed. Beading bedding then. Great. Wow. Such a different cue such a dividend and a differential highway or a tube laughs as the bail shouts goodbye and goodnight. Hahahaha swords swimming. Hahahaha monetisation z z z
Categories:
parasitical, america, arabic,
Form:
There is a part of me,
an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay,
a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf
that some might call soul.
Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live
yet there are creatures
and they merge and mingle
swapping their miniscule bodies
with each other
just to scurry hither and thither
as different aspects
of a microcosmic awareness.
I think sweet St Francis would have
seen through me.
I believe he would have blessed
my animalistic sub-existence
while teaching each germy,
parasitical, symbiotic
cellular organism of mine
how to knit together
the shape of God
in this filmy mire,
this gathering swarm
of innate holiness.
Categories:
parasitical, poetry,
Form:
Free verse