Best Savage Poems
Savage Love
Consumes one
day and night.
Memories of
perspiration and
firelight.
Oceanic promises
to stay together.
Remembered,
feathered, kisses
bright as a peacock
feather!
Some think memories
only exist in the past.
Wrong, mine are as
fresh as today's flower
in a crystal glass!
5/22/2021
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Rise Up Warrior And Slay The Savage Beasts
Rise thyself up and fight the angry storm
Tomorrow will certainly be far too late
Stirring winds are flashing their usual norm
In conjunction with busy hands of Fate
Trees swaying, limbs breaking, man what a roar
The angry gods are gifting out their wrath
Dancing up the valley, vengeful they tore
Leaving an unholy ripped up path.
Rise as a young man full of piss and gin
Know how world hits hard as it operates
Kick the new dawn and race onward to win
Swing thy hammer to ruin and decimate
For the crowd rejoices in a winner
Hercules a hero, killed the beast
Have a feast, roast pig for your fine dinner
The slayers are vacationing back east.
Rise up a warrior, with heart and brass shield
Let thy sword arm cut and see running red
Refuse to beg and thee must never yield
Never give up unless you are stone-dead.
Robert J. Lindley, Dec 7th 1979
Rhyme
Note-
Last night we had a party.
The bar was full and truly a'hopping.
Wrote this poem when I got home, then went to sleep.
Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly
Fraying my nerves raw
with oxidized guitar strings.
my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage
onto clay vinyl grooves
s p i n n i n g
endless nights
of
suffocation.
a midnight jazz wail
lacerates
the void of your absence.
notes gnaw through bone marrow
ravenous maggots
in the corpse
of our love.
Chords violently crash
splintering my fractured vertebrae
a car wreck
in slow motion.
plucking
the frayed synapses
of my misfiring
modal limbic brain.
feel the searing electric distortion
static fuzz of madness
surge through
morrow's marrow
my moanin'
a primal scream
at the Eve of Destruction
trapped in a skipping groove
of creation
shattering guitars
and blasting kneecaps
in an empty cathedral
of resounding sound
Our touch
a violent crescendo
of needles and poisoned honey
pain swollen sweet
as a mother's milk
laced with a junkie's fix
on a stillborn birthday morn
each note
a razor-sharp reflection
etched in stretch-marked
scar tissue
of the agony that throbs
within this moog menagerie
of fractured femininity
set
Between the sets
of our shattered chords
a single note lingers- soft
almost tender-
like a child's last breath
before the
final
f i n a l e
Silence crawls
a venomous asp
a deafening absence
louder than stacked amps
of patriarchy
reverberating in the hollow spaces
between drumming heartbeats
where your persecuting promises
used to nest and breed
I am the discarded B-side
of the one-hit wonder
rising from dumpster-filled
lungs of domesticity
reborn
in the Electric Avenue
of my own making
singing
Billie's bruises
Muddy's floods and
Johnson's hellhounds
to the ghosts
of futures stillborn
in this Rhapsody
of beautiful
destruction
Moon-faced and sickle-smiled
I conduct this orchestrated
Savage band of ruin
my voiceless voice
a lightning rod
splitting the sky
of expectations
as I agonizingly birth myself anew
in the RCA Victor Rhapsody of Blue
of Beautiful
reconstruction
P e r h a p s…
a new refrain
Oh, wild fierce wind,
howling and whirling and twisting;
you are the biggest fear in my mind,
since a child my dread persisting.
I hate your whistling and your roaring zephyr screams,
you shake my windows until they will break it seems;
I flinch when you throw your lightning beams,
so, in my closet- that's where me . . . you will find.
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May 30, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/Oh, Savage Wind
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1147-954-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, What Makes You Flinch
sponsor, Julie Leigh Rodenheaver
Honorable Mention
Old feathers
ancient eyes
new lips
romantic face
handsome heart,
your dry sorrow
his healing palms,
large love
kisses of cream
rose pocket
deep touch
passionate pull,
He comes for your heart...
a soul plucker
hunts light
stalks beauty
cries caress
blood beast
prays mutely,
song stays
weaponized wisdom
sensitive wrong
God groans -
J.A.B.
Incriminations bolster theories
pestered by daily
salutations, delusions
sanctimoniously intensified
by the written word
Your philosophy exculpates
delirium while triumphs
wisk away irremediable
suppositions that defy logic.
Hypocrisy appears delineated
with confused ramifications.
Cerebrum and Cerebellum
transpose inaccuracies into
soft, sweet music to the soul.
Artistic creation utilized
to succumb basic instincts
with craft: skills of
evasion and deception
manifest themselves in
your daily realm as you
deliver time's desires.
The glaring sneering Sun has
Beat me down to the pavement.
The hot the heat
The flaring has won.
The. Violent engagement beastly
Perspiration beseigement
Beaming steaming gleaming
Dazed AMAZED seeking shade
From deathly rays.
Prone to bemoan the scorching
Phase of days of UNFALLING RAIN
Nick named SMOKRD AND turned
FIRE STARTER SUN
Churned and burned
Savage
Why am I called a violent savage, uncivilized, unteachable, three-fifths of a person?
Yet, it was I who was obnoxiously chased by strange men who invaded my homeland.
As soon as their feet stepped on the soil of my homeland, sensing danger, bewildered and frightened, I ran for my life.
The taste of freedom in my soul was my motivation.
They spotted me, and they hunted me as a hunter hunts his game.
Running with an urgency to escape, my mind whirling like a hurricane thinking about my village, my siblings, my mother and my father.
I am but a young man perplexed, running and gasping for breath.
Finally, I collapsed from exhaustion, not able to escape the clutches of the strange men.
With the look of hostility on their faces they surrounded me to prevent me from escaping.
They were armed with guns, whips, long knives, shackles and chains.
When I tried to escape, they brutally struck me with a whip.
I cried out in my native tongue from a pain I have never felt before.
Violently, they beat me down until all the fight in me was gone.
When they had broken me, they chained my wrists and shackled my ankles.
They dragged me to a ship that was waiting by the river for the catch of the day.
I was cast into a small crowded room in the hull of that massive ship, horrified at what my eyes beheld.
Hundreds of my own people, male and female, young and old, shackled and chained to one another.
My soul groaned within me because, freedom had been viciously taken away.
Therefore, I now understand what a savage is.
Being in the mind of a savage.
All I know is how to act ferociously.
Manipulating the minds of the weak, fearful, and the victims.
Beating them into submissive.
Emasculating the strongest, just to see him break.
Dismiss him of his role, and never to see his family again.
Being in the mind of a savage.
I destroy, divide, and conquer.
tearing families apart.
Over yonder, as they scream,
begging to be saved
but nobody hears them.
Breaking the spirits of the koons, mannu, aunty, sambo,
and the uncle toms, as they all have a common factor.
They're all nostalgia.
The animal within me is untamed, uncontrollable, and inhumane.
I'm superior by nature, at least what I see.
Being in the mind of a savage.
What you call crimes are white privileges to me,
justification, rationalisation, & beliefs
set me free each time.
All I know is to kill, steal, destroy, & reverse the cycle of genetics.
I changed their culture,
to fear, tough love, attitude, punishment, violence & a career.
Sabotage the mind, break em' down, then bob the builder em'.
When you stop em' for believing in themselves,
oppression appears.
Being in the mind of a savage.
Other savages, keep em' isolated, uneducated, impoverished and oppressed. There's a few who escapes but we own them too.
We love to be entertained, as we mock, advertise, and stereotype em'. Less sensation and lacking sensitiveness
in the terminal fibers, keeps me acting viciously.
Unintelligent, laziness, frightfulness, ignorance, backwardness, violent, inarticulate, sexual frustrated, hunger, inattentive, unable to control themselves, & in care of, are all the signs of a n****.
Created a cultural matrix of positive
and negative feelings for me,
and each time, I justify my actions by logical reasoning with em'.
Ohhh, forgiving are they. Just to do it once more, and that once more became many more.
Being in the mind of a savage.
If any shall become bold, intimidating or become a threat, we shall lynch you.
Propaganda, genocide, & economics are all profits for the savages.
Paternalism plays a major role as
terrorizing and restrain are easily justified.
Keep em' from achieving social equality
as they become more bumptious on the streets.
Being in the mind of a savage.
A lofty lurking predator on the prowl alone
Very reclusive and passionate prone
Not up for a long chase
Rather give a short powered race
Very territorial especially with mates
Touch my babies the savage will embrace
Just like a wildcat preferably a cougar
Best times to move at dawn and dusk just like a looter
Call me the noble savage or the lady cougar
Get off wrong then I will be the shooter
Since I'm a lady I'll slash you like Freddy Krueger
Look out over a pond's banks
what do you see down there
a smooth unruffled surface
things lazily flying round
A frog pops up its head and
perches basking in the sun
newts swim languidly about
a flash of colour deep below
Yet all is not as it seems
poor tiny herbivores fight
for their very existence
they are on the lunch plate
Savage diving beetles
water boatmen, striders
ravenous mayfly larva
all wait to dine on them
Tadpoles swiftly dart about
they are on everyone's menu
newts lay in wait then feast
life in a pond's no picnic
Everything is on someone's list
life in a pond is about who lives
eat or be eaten is the savage truth
no mercy given or none expected
With unnatural restraint he quells his primal urge
Guarding something of himself; half man, half wolf
Languished captive, no hope of escape
The power of love grows stronger still
Helpless, against his own will.
Inflamed with savage desire
He catches a glimpse of her through the trees
With a wildly pulsating heart he rises to meet her
Unquenched desire rises as he lifts his head high
Sorrow overwhelms him as he lets out his howling cry.
He gazes upon her, his savage heart softened and tamed
by her golden flame as he beholds her face etched upon the moon
written by Lori McClure
contest: Wolfman in Love
I have no pledges just
indulgences.
I live in fatherless harmony,
a puppet with no strings.
a laughing kiss created in danger.
and abuse
Enough of all the ritiuous talk
of high morals, rolled up in napkins
and set to the table
You eat with them so dignified and free
Becoming what you are meant to become
what you really feel and love so dearly
You do not believe there is fire after the
mind shuts its doors, when the sun of your
soul takes eternal shade.
Your hands are hand made.
You did this once before many years ago
when you were trying do hard to hide who you
really were, who you were dying to be
You smiled all the time like everyone
were members of a roaring audience.
When you had something to offer
they were your best friends all the time
But when turned your back it was always the bird
Dam I really miss seeing your back
I miss flipping you the beard.
Now your looking at me confused
Don't you get it? I'm an animal... an almighty
human being, pretending to be civilized.
They love you when you were a champion
and when you started to lose they still loved you
but this time because your marketable
Now turn your back to me.
SAVAGE
Walking tall
Head held high
Long snake eyed curls
A diamond sparkled lie
Damn girl, where'd you get them eyes
Those legs just go on for days
Scent of suga butter Neva leaves always stays
ONE OF A KIND GIRL
A WHERE DO I GET ME ONE GIRL
ALWAYS WALKIN' that WALK GIRL
SHES NEVA A TALKIN that TALK FAKE GIRL
THAT GIRL
THAT GIRLS A SAVAGE
Always got my back
Never talking back
Southern Soul
This life it's taken its toll
A look , that could stop time
That strut, stings my tongue
That girls gotta be mine
ONE OF A KIND GIRL
A WHERE DO I GET ME ONE GIRL
ALWAYS WALKIN THAT WALK GIRL
A NEVA JUST TALKIN THAT TALK FAKE GIRL
That damn girl
Seductive Smiles
Tribulations , left imperfections
Of scarred misrepresentations
Forever lasting
earth shattering
Impressions
Can't ever shake her
That girls a savage
My beautiful savage
ONE OF A KIND GIRL
A WHERE DO I GET ME ONE GIRL
My savagely beautiful girl