Cess Poems | Examples

Cess-pit syncro'

Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.??
Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile
Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks'
Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe and effective
As i've heard it said..' btw hows the median death rate.??
Well it needs to be said.' What great talents have been taken from our sunkissed land.?? Ya know upon reflection
It could all be planned?? I think on government  helping
Over the last five years..' I leave all to think.? I leave all to
Ponder how albo's held onto power? The big gutless wonder! I'm just waiting...Yet hoping our country wont go
Under.!

Aroma

nasty smells drift across the fields Especially from the cess pit, oh how yucky when spread on fields certainly not helping, nor does passing a cow who gives off a stinky reeking fart how gross. The saving grace was sweet smells coming from the kitchen and highly scented flowers.


rose highly scented
sweet meadow hay gives aroma
lark singing on high

An Cess Tree

Its true that your mum knew a cad
But no call for you to feel sad
For all said and done
It wasn't much fun
Someone had it in for your Dad

About Regards In Opus

C-reative 
E-xpression's 
S-ensible 
S-entence 

D-eploys 
E-ssential 
L-ines 

R-endering 
O-ccasional 
S-tatement 
A-bout 
R-egards 
I-n 
O-pus 

Topic: Birthday of Cess Del Rosario (January 11) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic

Potts Farm Pig Sty

We hid in the pig sty the other side of the path
That edges a cess-pool crossed by a little
Wooden bridge where the run-off from the cow
Shed passes just beneath, ahead the gate 
To farm front door accross the well kept grass

I was not yet six. 
I know because we left the farm 
When I had reached that age.
 
The sty, breeze block built with rusting roof 
Was where we met in secret, my older brother 
And I, with two girls from Guston Elms,
A little down the lane. Felicity was the older one,  
Though I can't now remember the other 

Sister's name. One day we dropped 
Our pants to squat and watch, 
To see who could do a poo. 
Though we pushed and strained and egged 
Each other on, not one of us could do one. 

Older, it might have been a bit obscene. 
But we were only curious kids
Just starting to explore (not really even friends)
And we were well before that coming age 
When fig leaves need to cover shame.

Oceans Apart

gravity craves in the sky

weightless surrender -

comet reaches rock bottom


tides foam a lullaby

crested lengths wave -

ripples focus underneath


horizon lingers abreast

pain drenched capture -

currents expose lost hope


a life buoy tied to an anchor

flare soaked in life’s blood -

cess pool seizes cessation


atlantis meet nirvana

tranquility draws in the sand-

jetsam leads the way


the saviour dies dried tears

an offering’s nail to the cross -

hobgoblin mocks the journey


drift wood walks on water

parts with seven wild seas -

beach hut shelters new dreams


a lonely star fish grants company

octopus offers eight fold path -

tentacles points to serenity


shooting star recovers attraction

wings hardship and meaning -

levitation mediates sorrow


earth-wind meets fire

mermaid shares fins -

life life rescues calm voyage


07th February 2020

Love's Vengeance

My love turns to spite when I fail and lose
this game, though the failing is all but mine
a demon from within is let loose
desperate and fierce as one could imagine
the steady rhythm of my pulsating vein
turns restless and a turbulence begins
as my heart seeks revenge for pain
and cares not who loses or wins.
But, sweet love, you are not for me to possess
for the monster turns upon itself and stabs the heart
and gnaws upon the soul; life drains out in a cess
I fall at my own hands, and torn apart
for when I think of your angel face
hatred melts and revenge is helpless.

Frozen

Freezing in Fahrenheit cold chamber of steel
Everything must be numb because nothing I feel

Vapors in ice misted eyes icicles always sting
Within this frozen world nothing looks promising

So I freeze...I freeze...
Frozen here in my misery

Shivering skins of callousness Fahrenheit is so cool
Staring from beneath the ice of this frozen cess-pool

Body temperature sliding, I think that I am dying
Will death finally freeze away all of her lying

So I freeze...I freeze...
Frozen here in my cemetary




bmdavey@04/26/18

A Visit Back Home

Long prior - I took to the wheel 
On a day, fairly, surreal
Amid one of my visits back home
I went to see, tailgating, all alone
My boyhood city. A city on its knees  
I began patrolling, unemotionally
Among, the hollowed, disintegrated, arteries

I've gone into a run-down, stepping ground
Of relinquished houses, torched down 
Cess-pool of spoiled industries, shook
Dismal, diminishing, to tears look
A catastrophe of block, smoke, and gook 
Miles and miles of wrongdoing, invaded places
The most exceedingly awful, that humankind embraces

Free, with the blazing fury
Of youthful, spontaneity
I started to take pictures, ardently
Of drifters, hobos, winos, and the beggarly
Wearing, worn out, robe of strands
And vagrants with solidified hands
Crouched around, enormous, hot drum cans 

Without modesty, I eagle-eyed 
The crestfallen, with nowhere to hide 
That permeates, everywhere, I spied
Offering itself for examination 
A photo of urban immolation 
I was alone in a no man's homey 
And in a no man's city

Fallen Angel

Self banished from castle of dreams
Boiling poisonous emotions of cess pool
Dominate evil feelings as rapid streams
Living the fantasies from being a fool

An arrow crossed the once loving soul
Robbing forever the sacred innocence
Discovering the lies that smelt foul
Making a world full of indiferrence

Black attire is the color that describes
The inner tones that paint vividly
Aftermath of deceptions that subscribes
In the mind that wanders fervidly



For Fallen Angel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
Second Place
August 5, 2017

Ten Word Split

A poet's contest with a twist
Use the words in this long list
Author's puzzle - mental schism
Solved by quoting pearls of wisdom

Writing verse with rough iambi
Valentines the namby-pamby

Sugar cane is often bitter
Sweet instead banana fritter

Shellfish debt is right to fear
Mollusc IOUs are dear

In winter cess or gong will ice
Come the spring it won't smell nice

Those who talk soliloquies
Centralistic - ill at ease

Mostly truth - a bit of flam
Buoyant spirits just a scam

Olive stuffed with pepper sweet
Pimola - shun a tasty treat

Broken clock might go tic tac
Til ending life upon the scrap

Peer at life - myopic squint
Essence lost - the meerest hint

I've met the task - I've got all ten
By breaking words up now and then
Spelling strange and meaning hookie
Least they could be fortune cookies



Entry for "ten word challenge - 2" contest

Uses words (sort of): AMBIVALENT, ARCANE, BITTERSWEET, LUSCIOUS, INTERCESSOR, QUIESCENT, FLAMBOYANT, IMMOLATION, TACTILE, QUINTESSENCE

Bombast

he's so full of hits
what comes out is in  ex-cess
stinking pit-shot cats

The Cost of Evil

The worse that is the evil, 
The more is the seriousness of the save, 
The longer the walk away, 
From the wrongdoer or master,
For the slave. 

Israeli society only saved the rich from death and illness, 
Or government soldiers who gave effort,
So the consequence of this was the massive tale, 
Of angles and divinity interacting, 
At the saints’ nail. 

The tall lie that the two Mary’s and the guard told, 
Pilate and the disciples who were heartbroken, 
Was the result of the cess pit,  
Of Pilate’s doctor advocation,
Of the softness of medicine’s permission.

For My Beautiful Architect

you have it together
you clear up all my bad weather
without you i am crockery
many hath made such a mockery
however here i am
there you are....one who doth giveth a damn
i am loving being One with you
for one like me there but a few
one day i just looked up and there you were
all that was my past was suddenly a perfect shade of blur
you started shaping a New Future, and i had not the vision
you began the task of opening my closed eyes, which turned out to be quite the mission
i admit i was living in my own cess pool of lies
you exposed me for what i really was, a blind fool in deep disguise
you are now my custom made three piece suit Blessing
if i would not have looked up that Fate-Full Day, i would still be simply existing and still guessing

The Score Year Traitor

Feeding me some ludicrous bait
Of incident out on staff ‘do’
Red-headed witch sealed my fate
By simple act of rifling through
My private papers to discover
If I’d ribbed her like another.

You see, I’d written poem for stress
So that I could work with scum:
To endure their endless cess
That imbued rage be overcome.
But she, whom I had trained from scratch,
Thought I’d at her discomfort snatch.

Not one deemed it worth their while
To tell me of this treachery:
Of misplaced distrust and guile
Which hurt me, though accidentally.
The Morlock found her reading it…
Why do I place my faith in unpleasant people?

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