Best Pestilent Poems
Riding off into the Ivory Palace sunset,
in a pitch-black limousine, no less
Hear the heavy metallic chariot roar,
leaving exacerbated fumes echo deplored
Aural palette, enamel pestilent pain
on burnt crimson background grain
Scorching prairie brush fire
was the cruel comfort desire
It’s aghast portrait in pandemic grief,
pyramid scheme exit of paucity relief
The curtain call, pulmonary rating king
is a modern-day Nero
His favorite numbers (violin strumming)
are the printed zeroes
Fashioning a Fourth Reich,
naked emperor be blew Lenin unsound
Ballot dropping the psych,
bosom burning the divided house down
With a teary grift posturing diddle,
Amerikan Nero is playing the fiddle
Rearview rolling one last Rublecon riddle,
carny Fahrenheit was the plucking piddle
Crumbling democracy
was brimstone seen through the smoke
Ash trail of hypocrisy
left an urn nation crematorium stoked
12-29-20
I’ve an anger which cannot be hidden!
A burning passion that comes unbidden!
My Soul desolated with grievous rage,
reacts with furious justified outrage!
Occasioned by the offences of ignorance,
bigotry, discrimination and intolerance!
Though evil are the ravages of vandalism,
they pale to the magnitude of racialism!
Colour, creed, even the shape of the eye
is little enough to make bigots cry:
“He’s not of us! He’s a different breed!”
“Watch him close or he’ll do us an ill deed!”
There is no cause for remarks such as these,
but pestilent views are like a disease!
Some ill chosen words expressed in vague
terms, insinuate like a fatal plague!
Ethnic slurs in the guise of humour, fester!
With but one angry response one protester,
can incite more slander, which raging out of hand,
foments a backlash! Runs rampant! Inflames the land!
But racism is a sword with a two edged blade!
It cleaves not only those on whom it’s laid
but those who scorn to curb their vicious tongue
from whom such defamatory words have sprung!
Can we not accept those who are not as us?
Must we blame the innocent for the fuss
instigated by such biased perception?
Let us quash ignorance at its inception,
or by default we shall be guilty too!
By using diverse conceits we construe
to make imprudent acts lawful decrees!
While disregarding all impassioned pleas
for tolerance! Unless we denounce this blight,
or take a stand and with fortitude, to fight
and end disharmony, discord and dislike!
Racialism and hatred will flourish alike!
Rhymer April 1st, 2017.
American Nero,
showering utter disdain —
Denigration downpour on pleb citizens
begging for pandemic crumbs
As the pestilent fire rages around
your virally tainted kingdom
Ghastly gladly,
you keep on fiddling
acid text madly
Dripping hateful words that burn
deep into the bipolar soul
of a divided nation
An enamel disrobed toga ethos
reveal naked desires
Sparking flames of cold pathos
American Nero,
a contemptible paper reign
is exit poll falling
Whilst the fire of pox chaos
contagiously spread
with spittle accelerant ease
This scorching hoax
raze any flagging, publican hope
Truth unmasked
do singe that gallows rumor rope
Fiery breath fiddler
kindling fear,
high up on that Ivory Tower roof
Tearfully playing the ill-fated fool madly,
as graven torch idolatry
lay fallow ‘neath ash liberty truth
Parental desperation
is the dreadful flee bidden cause
Children separation
is the inhumane quarantine effect
Trying to cross the sovereign divide
is narrow mindedly viewed, by more than a few,
as a pestilent travel venture
Ill will is the chilling, unhealthy reception
The uncivil solution: Create an insane policy
for poor souls seeking asylum
Man-made designation is an animal control way station,
(also known as) Borderline K-9 Cages
See the perennially sad puppy eyes
laying fetal prone on the morgue cold, concrete floors
Watch the waning wag of the tongues,
their thirst for freedom dying behind iron bar doors
National psychotic behavior is borderline criminal,
keeping children in cages is morally indefensible
Diamondback mutes devolving into what?
Mental worms turning into heartless slugs!
Children developing separation psychosis
is a lonesome doggone shame
K-9 kids were never meant to be raised in cages,
yet no one wants to bear the blame
But many of the kennel keepers
have gotten so inured to the ear-piercing, borderline pain
And the womb-ripped parents
are never told where the aborted-trip children were taken
All I need, groceries
This may be my last meal
If living is a gamble
You know just how I feel
I have not seen light
For a time span far gone
What is now weakening
Had once built me strong
The empire of nothing
Alone in my own thinking
Never second thoughts
When it could be sinking
Money seemed a friend
We just became too close
What does it buy here
When I become your ghost
Led astray, put under
Aired out as if some rug
Treated like I became
A pestilent, trivial bug
I never fought enough
Hoping dreams held truth
Imagine how revealing
It is being living proof
nature, storm, boat, clothes, house, water
AWASH AND AWAY! © KIMO
Listen, Katrina will come inland
Katrina has come to play
Playgrounds underwater
Sleepy times put asunder
Bedclothes hung out in tree tops, upended
Held fast in forked boughs
Homesteads beached, broken
Swirl and swell in amongst debris
They become crippled and tainted
A brew of pestilent plagues builds unwanted
It lies in wait to contaminate!
Katrina's force sings out old-time nursery rhymes
To be carried out on the wings of fate
Questing and calling for ownership
On today’s horrific wake!
“ROCK A BYE BABY, IN A TREE TOP, When the wind blows……..”
“BYE BABY BUNTING, DADDY'S GONE AHUNT'N---
To catch a little…….”
“Little Bo-Peep has Lost Her Sheep---
Where or where can she find it”?
“Where, Oh Where has my little dog
gone---”?
“I'LL Huff and Puff and Blow You’re House Down
Not By, ‘The Hair of My Chin-Chin-Chin”!
“Ring around the Rosie,
A Pocket Full Of Posies---
Hush-ah, we all FALL DOWN!”
“Rain, Rain Go Away,
Come Back Another Day!”
"K", My Name Is "K A T R I N A"
And I went INLAND!
"K", My Name Is Also "Killjoy"
I Am Made Of Wind and Water and Sand!
Uh, where's that "PEA GREEN BOAT”?
"K", is for Kettle
AND I BLEW ALL TO KINGDOMCOME!
“TEA FOR TWO….
AND YOU FOR ME!”
"K", is for Kaput
And it was about my Karma!
"HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on a wall,
HUMPTY DUMPTY" had a great fall---
AND ALL THE KINGS HORSES, AND.....?”
"K", is also for Kindred Waters
And I am vast
You were the KINGPIN
‘KEYSTONES’ NOW LIE IN MY WAKE!
“KNICKY, KNICKY 9 DOORS-“
“COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE?”
“LAST ONE OUT IS A DIRTY ROTTEN EGG?”
I double dare you to tread again
“Rover, Rover you can’t come over!”
“STEP ON A CRACK AND YOU BREAK YOUR ‘MUDDERS’ BACK!”
“Itsy Bitsy Spider
Went Up the Water Spout-
Down Came the Rain,
And Washed The Spider Out....
Out Came the Sun and Dried Up All the ‘Pain’
“ITSY BITSY SPIDER
WENT UP THE SPOUT AGAIN!”
....didee© Verse
She will not say she was Predator.
She knows she was
(She has that throbbing memory to
remind her)
But it's in her intuition,
Her breath (her life)
To be Victim.
Let her play the part.
"It was like a game of chess
Against myself and I;
I won
And thus I lost-
We met by fate
Intertwined by what we loved
The ice gradually cracked and broke
And I wanted his flesh on mine,
His breath on mine
But he wanted me wholeheartedly.
ME!
But I was too torn
I am torn to pieces.
Yet I consented knowing...
Knowing...
I will break everything
So long as I'm broken
And without action,
Without thought,
He was made broken
And now he breaks everything.
A pestilent sick that penetrates.
How was I supposed to know he would grow ill?"
Now nod.
Smile until your jaw cracks,
Else she'll bicker
Til you do.
Don't show signs that you tracked her lie
But show pity...
She doesn't deserve pity
But smile with pity
Pity that the b**** lied to you.
That she deserves.
The Forgotten ?
To live with this conscious contusion
and forget how babies cry
Become so untouched by horror
commonplace a communion with nothing
Care less for hunger
and wish the lacerations pestilent
Abjure the reminder
and seek instead disjunction so cognitive
Every scream drowning
in the approbate applause of spectators
By percentage defame intelligence
and baluster half-whit
Better to forget how babies cry
and how a child's innocence
can be turned into cold splattered meat
Better to recount such heroic deeds
and send the fools battalion to complete them
All laid to burials garden, the disregarded
faceless unnamed the forgotten
And for a price
no soulless may seek redemption
Such a carnage is wrought in the heart
and may brand us all unforgiven
Echoes still the terror
impudent inflicted the weak transgressor
But dragged all to quivering knee
with its spike so driven by denial
Better to forget how babies cry
and how a child's innocence
can be turned into cold splattered meat
Tiny Window to the World
Marooned in the consuming gloom
Cut away from escape or from egress
Between me and the Wild World
Ly a tiny window
Through which I espy the world
By an open vista to teeming life
Sprawling across rolling mountains
And roiling waves of the sea.
Between me and the World
Is a Small Window
That paints and bestows life’s rupture
Window that avails treasures of nature
A small window never opened
Through which diversity of life unfold;
Happy people, sad people, mad people....
A tiny window that never let go
Abundantly giving a whiff of stirring colour
Dancing or twisting in wanton glee!
A tiny window
that never shuts or darken
Yet, forever shut me in its fold, its hold
Captivating with a kaleidoscope of races
Internalising me to its whim;
Not to look in one direction always....
To admire life beyond the gloom
To look beyond the tiny window
Onto the rhapsody of His Artifice
Pouring through the inspiring panorama,
To write with verve and gusto
To celebrate creation with rupture
To reclaim lost dignity with frenzy.
A tiny window,
so miniscule and so minute,
Through which no finger can caress the air
To catch a breeze blowing lackadaisical
To the dry sea and the frigid Equator!
Window that must let go of my lust
And quell the conflagration on the loin
A tiny window that sees not itself
That permanently keeps me in its hold.
That which, if you take it away,
You abduct me away into the darkness
To grope in futility and verdant folly.
Tiny window
Like a telescope drawing creation nigh
Or periscope giving form to tiny pestilent;
Life curling, springing and twirling
In unique idiosyncrasies of its nature;
Man attempting to play flagella’
By mutilations, mutations, castrations
Women and botox and lipstick and all....
Window that makes one want to close
Yet, at times, it makes you a peeping Tom!
This tiny Window, I fancy heard it say:
“Don’t close the window or curtain it
“For Africa speaks outside....”
That Tiny Window is my Eye!
08th Oct’ 2013
That eyes drown me
in a love too pestilent
fetid as a bloody gutter
Your look, so clean
yet your skin so filthy,
promiscuous, prurient, impudent
yet too innocent to know that I know
Too toxic
Perhaps, when my heart cried in white, this would’ve work
However,
now swarming my head
dreams and wishes
of tear your gruesome skin to shreds
pluck out your eyes
and boil your childish lying tongue,
with my bare hands that will stain as dries
with your pouring pain,
yet do I love you? Do you think I can?
yet do you love me? Do you think you can?
I’m lonely, stupid whore,
but not empty, still filled with perversity.
Our love are just cummed ashes.
In the august acclamations of weaponry
befits this uniform adorned
and in prideful boast our livery
of arsenal upon the enemy scorned
From this distant seat shall reap dead carapace
the automata's bullet indulges no refugee
to warrant such requital in fitting disgrace
the cowards of deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter my child, to slaughtered be
in renditions dark battalions
and gather fragile limbs splatter splintered trophy
behest accolades pinned medallions
Touch pad the joy stick of war games
reload the unflinching trigger
machine gun of anonymous names
ply the graves of the unknown soldier
Set cause to profit and property
and in soulless regalia execute
this pestilent act to defile humanity
so reaped upon this bloody scythes repute
For this distant throne still bids fears menace
with guided missile acquits accountability
shall bare no witness to rueful penance
of cowards whelped by deaths technology
Bid thy to slaughter then my child, and to slaughtered be
in viscous deliverance either of these
dream thee not of honor or bravery
but in nightmares blade this evil appease
Peter’s pesky Pekinese Pepe
produced puddles of pee
proceeded by piles of pernicious pongy poop
Pauline's plimsolls got plastered!
PLEASE use plastic pooper pouches Peter
Pick up your pestilent pets' pooh!
Fiction poem - but my 'pet hate' is folks who don't clean up after their pooch and for now Pauline's plimsoll's are poop free!
2/16/19
It is time for pest control the cowboy way
There is no need for chemical spray
Put on those boots with the pointed toes
To destroy those pestilent foes
Smash the cockroaches as they scamper to the corners
Those death and disease carrying foreigners
Chase the vermin to the brink of their hiding places
Just before they enter the safety of their breeding spaces
The last vision they will see is the shadow of the western boot
Because sandals are not worn by the cowboy sort of brute
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
A lot of white noise
have got many red necks
following you
That horn of consternation
wails loud and angry
Those temper tantrum toots
dead air cryo empty
Bugle boy,
little boy blue
Your scarlet letter tone
has got the murmuring crowd
idolizing you
Porcelain notes blown vex indiscreet,
wax smoke signal coldly
Pigeon drop carrier pox
gets Oval puffery sent by a trill tweet
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
Play the dirge Taps for democracy,
as a jingo strident blare
deafly accrue
Moody move the retrograde ears
with vacuum suction ease
Orchestrate billowy primal fears
on a nether octave breeze
Bugle boy,
a portrait of scorn
paints your little horn blue
Bugle boy,
so indigo dark is the sound
spreading ‘cross the pestilent plain
Fallow be yore golden amber grain,
as rasp bury berate pain
drips hollow noise of purple reign —
Void lips echoes disdain
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
A hateful horn of pulse penury
has cast hope askew
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
Seeds of doubt
upon the dying winds of liberty
DREAMLESS ALPHABETS
Aphelion my long time residence
Banished into a dreamless existence
Cannibals surround the escape routes
Diligently feeding my doubts
Eagerly anticipating my demise
Ferociously preparing for my conclusion
Gathering hippocampus, for seasoning
Hors d’oeuvres, bloody temporal lobes
Impulsive, angry, throwing away all reasoning
Jaded, crawling towards the scavengers
Knees embedded with gravel
Lesions seeping into my rib cage
Maggots, waiting at the next stage
Nightmares finally come true
Ominous my exile has been
Paralyzing everything, except fright
Quickly, carnivores begin to dance in delight
Rehearsing for the end of my rancid reality
Screaming, submitting myself as a sacrifice
Talons swoop down, and transport me
Uric acid pouring down, singeing my curls
Valedictions will just delay my final eviction
Wearily, watching, awaiting my crucifixion
Xenon, pestilent odors rise from my body
Yelping orange, yellow flames, the last seen
Zooming out of this world, to be forever free