Best Putrefy Poems
Winter’s cold chill cuts through my chin.
Within its bleak and brazen embrace,
My brisk days are turned brief and barren.
They are lengthened into sordid sepulchral insomniac nights.
I slither and slip and am hurled into hibernation.
Once I stood with you immune to wanton winter’s wild whiplash.
You wrapped me warm from the wrath of winter’s whirlwind.
Our life moved in homogeneous harmony.
With one glaring glance from you, my heart hummed halcyon tunes.
I danced blissfully in tandem to your sweet soulful songs.
Your luminous, lambent light shone brightly,
Blazing the dark and desolate caves and crevices within me.
Now I stand and stay rooted like the trunk of a leafless tree,
Giving no shelter or shade to anyone.
With despondent dread and disappointment,
I watch the sap and serum in me going dry,
And the feathers on my wings wilt and wither like dead leaves.
With the flaming fire put out, winter has brashly barged into my life.
My lips once so eloquent now have fallen still and silent.
All the words I have carefully gleaned and garnered,
Have slipped and slid into a bottomless abyss, never to be heard again.
My lulling lyrics are replaced with the reverberating refrains of a lament.
An icy crystallization is speedily spreading,
Through my sentient soul like an ache, I have never known.
Grey cumulus clouds of pain have rolled into steal,
All light, luster and luminosity from my bright sky.
Now my world has cracked and crumbled into a bleak void of grey.
I twitch and tremble in cold as you have withdrawn your warmth.
A late realization has now daringly dawned outside my door.
I am not to perish and putrefy in this cold,
But be dauntless and dashing to fight, thaw and tread my way,
Battle the intense cold in flaming, flaring fires.
After every frosty and freezing winter, other seasons will arrive .
Summer is an inviolable and unassailable power within,
And in its warmth I can vanquish the chilling cold.
I shall wake up with a syrupy sweet song in my lips
And find myself in the luminous light of a dawning day!
Let everyone be aware
of this prominent truth :
There is no eternal death,
no one dies forever!
If the body deteriorates,
the flesh of the spirit
it doesn't even putrefy in ground dust,
neither with time!
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
On the brown lawn,yellowed leaves putrefy
Temporatures die as daylight hours fly.
American doublet form
The blackened sky revives in blue.
Sky’s mess of gray becomes a hue.
The robin chirps to see the dawn,
Now all await what has been gone.
The sphere most bright, a circle smear
Unfolds straight upward, very near
Until the sun appears in sight.
From edge of nothing creeps the light.
But on this morn came sickly rot,
The black seas rambled from the spot
Where sky had fallen into dust.
The currents smelled of curdled must.
The final fate was clear depicted,
And from a morning unpredicted
Earth's life was taken surprise,
And nevermore the sun would rise.
Horizon cracked, the grasses blood,
Raw reddened scabs of flooded mud.
The living pierced in lung and heart,
Convulsion’s dance, perverted art.
The stifled screams of gasping pain
Are deadened in the viscous rain.
Now stiffened carcasses will lay
And putrefy in crimson clay.
Where magma tongues caress the sod,
Come bright endowments from our God.
The sackcloth moon unthreads and burns
The twisted gods did mankind spurn.
Delusion of Grandeur! I know not
Maybe i'm high,maybe not
But burnin' in me are now the flames
once drenched in mournful tears,
neath the timid soul in fear;
now ready to shine and surge.
I may not be a crowned head
commanding no army, no troops fed
and if i cry halt ! no war'll stop
Muffle my sounds,unhear my plea
till, at top of my voice
I scream ! I scream !
trembling the land,tearing skies
till,deaf asks what i'd to say
blind rises and lead the way
Delusion of Grandeur? I know not
and if i'm high so what!
Once the land of tolerance
now searing in febrile waves
terror, a disease so contagious
ailing me and innumerable other
And once the frozen veins
now boiling in anguish's flame
till,no racist termite hollows my pride
and no terrorists trample my rights
Contuse my body, soul untouched
drag me in dirt,esteem unhurt
'cause now i shine, i surge!
Even if countless candles to light
for all wronged graves
I'll fight ! I'll fight!
until, twisted minds putrefy
Delusion of Grandeur? No not
Am i high? Think not
Burning in me are now,
the wisdom's flame
once drenched in mournful tears
neath the timid soul in fear
But here i shine!
Here i surge!
temperatures drop ,daylight hours fly
on the lawn yellow leaves putrefy.
Pampas tinted old gold
bathed in the evening sun-
I siesta in Fall shadows.
an old orchard wall
russets ready to fall-
pockets bulge with illegal harvest
Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk
dank fog envelops
bonfire night-
the party becomes a
damp squib
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Over the stubble,carrion crows,mist
blankets the hedge with fading leaves
where berries rot below the bramble.
As darkness slowly descends a heavy
frost whitens the ground,the daises
hang limp and old and the cold kills.
Nature blinks and shrinks.the yellowed
grass sleeps the landscape cloaked in
a shroud.Spiders cluster in weathered
straw,yellow leaves putrefy,daylight
hours fly stark sensations,simple,
abstract shapes lie as unerased words
in a litter of secret hopes.
From my Twist&Slant 2005
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Temperatures fall as daylight hours fly
Upon the lawn yellow leaves putrefy.
American doublet form
wild flowers jubilate
along country roads
that they prettify;
yellow radiance here,
red exuberance there
pleasantly petrify
bleary, blood-shot eyes
of smog-dazed urbanites
needing to purify
thoughts and dreams
that city life and strife
addle and putrefy.
Breakup, Internet Style
Your emails are deleted as fast as sent.
On my cell’s contact list, you don’t exist.
I burn your face over and over again
Until only charred memories remain.
You’re on the internet with that other person,
In real time, abusing my emotions.
Then, wanting me back to satisfy your ego,
Just to see me a butt-end joke on social media
(But that isn’t going to happen!).
Your asinine tactics putrefy my stomach,
Your condescending words make me vomit.
From one to ten, you’re like yesterday’s text,
A purged message flushed down the toilet.
Revelations about Dad’s infamous midnight lectures...
woke up courtesy therapy
Especially during past session
on May eighth
two thousand twenty one
between the hours of five and
six o'clock post meridiem.
Between three and four score years ago
the following poetic ill winds did blow
yours truly felt like carrion
repurposed courtesy black crow
decimated to bajillion pieces
analogous to deaf eat, viz bitter foe
where within bared mine soul
telltale toxin did glow
yes dear reader cumulative wrath – hello
synopsis I invite thee to know
why self esteem within me so low
lackluster love life accentuated
cuz yours truly
never kissed under mistletoe
Dreadful homelife upon
exiting early adolescence
no bed of roses parental
wrath did commence
me (especially after
graduating bottom 1%)
scorned as among lowlife
versus being among
productive vested gents
I withstood blistering, mortifying
withering howling offense
yours truly uttered nary a peep.
I dreaded every malevolent utterance
when father requested he speak
not about some choice topic dejure
brought a twinkle to my eye,
but that all to familiar monologue
finding me standing like stone wall
hearing, tuning out with equally
predictable trademark demurely meek
pose with hands crossed against
chest of the then easily intimidated guy
despite feeling effects of utter ennui
and fatigue attempted to stand tall
against the tsunami verbal typhoon
itching to drown out said battle creek
when asked capisce? comprende? farshtayst?
looked blankly at floor well nigh
or pretended to stare at something extreme
fascinating on the kitchen wall
for he may as well asked if I understand
in an unfamiliar language such as Greek
most likely getting successful results
yammering away at common house fly
possibly seething inside (p’raps
equally swatted) ready to lash out into a brawl
held back by fear plus
in comparison to me pop –
just a itty bitty pipsqueak,
who felt onrushing and overpowering
desire to collapse and cry
compounded by growing urge
to urinate from that natural urethral call
spoke nada word, nor gave hint
of hearing from loathsome blather that did reek
like decomposition of fetid of dead
living entity that began to putrefy
which offal to mine ears, tugged impetus
under warm blankets to crawl!
Waltzing slow with the wind, wild flowers bloom
along country roads that they
prettify.
Red radiance here, yellow exuberance there,
my sight they so pleasantly
petrify.
Blood-shot eyes of this smog-dazed urbanite,
long for beauty that can cleanse and
purify
these thoughts and dreams that city life and strife
stiflle and muffle, addle and
putrefy.
Quite strange, but
unless it gives away
to others an essential part of it,
the heart will not be whole;
unless, like a lake,
it generously drains itself
unto thirsty creeks and streams,
it will stagnate and putrefy;
unless it boldly bares
its vilest, darkest secrets
in humble plea for forgiveness,
it will be a stranger unto itself!