He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
She's probably still tied to her mum's apron,
But she definitely needed no chaperon,
So to Dubai she went for a competition,
With many of her mates from the same institution.
She suddenly became a sensation,
When behind a hotel door of a foreign nation,
She romped,
Not with one but with many they bumped.
The story was whitewashed as a hype,
All over the internet was the tape,
Not of a ravished fellow,
But of shame with a joyful bellow.
She rode like a horse while others were there to cheer,
She stroked up and down as if on an armchair,
Bad parentage casually strolled each inch of the room,
Moral decadence boomed in the gloom refusing to sweep with a broom.
Then after, the mother came on air soaked in tears to blame all except self,
She dressed like for a funeral flanked by her own set,
Her pictures looked solemn but her wears had the hearts of a yippee,
She was just the carricature of the way her girl clothed herself as a groupie.
Whilst the mother blamed the school,
The school in turn called the mother the fool,
Meanwhile, the society badmouthed them both,
But if at all there is a blame it is to everyone in this boat.
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”
Albert Einstein
Protection of Nature
Erelong on the western fringe of a village
Stood since span of time a pristine forest
Cherished by nature-lovers of all age,
From the very oldest to the youngest.
It served as a catchment for steady rain,
Perfused the village with fresh and sweet air,
Served as resting haven for weary swains
And a scenery at which sight-seers could stare.
Now the forest has been vilely conquered
By concrete buildings of all shapes and heights,
With all the native trees and plants plundered,
And from nature pilfered a unique sight.
Let`s join hands to shield nature`s decadence
That over time threatens man`s existence.
I posed no questions
before my erroneous conception
I never asked to be or not to be
Serenading deserted streets with dirges
exploring absence in back alleys
reciting Ophelia’s soliloquy from memory
my words wasted in a world poisoned by apathy
Wearily I lay myself down
in the dust of desiccated dreams
whispering the single syllable
of your name so sweet
like black cherry bourbon and chocolate
hoping you might hear me
amid the din of decadence
How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.
Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often wake,
To reach the famous pastry side,
For a decadent slice of cake.
Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad,
Are slightly yellow brown and fawn,
Stop or you will be very sad, ,
At beginning of every dawn.
You like to dress to always stun,
In your shoes you will one day quake
Say no, I have finally won,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
So, I became sober once more.
Did not touch cake since yesterday,
Yearning not as bad as before,
My decision made from today,
And every morn.
Poetry Contest Entry: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date; Thursday 6th April 2023
Putin's banned
~ Walt Disneyland
When the title is longer than the poem,
the discriminating reader forgoes 'em
Amestecul his name Spiral Tantu
Who wishes my fiance as his wife
Wast makes her stall to marry me.
Her name Allus, she cursed me in
the detail of there romance. She is
nepasator and unkind. I often wait
for the translation of these details,
oh God am I fool? Am I a fool!
Getzen Kaiser
Now, he is fed up with his rubber pistol,
Irrepressibly itching for Hard Metal:
To every onlooker crystal clear
That Kingsley has drowned his fear
Of spraying bullets 360o degrees
And blood stains bestowing a black grease.
Whom we should reproach I knew all along,
For Kingsley’s now roguish eyes and song;
For I had his doting daddy warned
Against having a bull belatedly dehorned:
The folly of over-exposing him to toys
That would yield only Satan’s joys:
The slim chances of Kingsley’s young mind
Rightly guessing that he’s spiritually behind;
If it wasn’t some tasty, beefy meat
A special mind-blowing chocolatey treat
If not, milky juices you won’t find in town
Crispy wafers no one can turn down
If it wasn’t some eye catching software
About under-cover operations revealing a snare;
Some costly cell phones for men of title
And this GODDAMNED rubber pistol!
Lawn furniture flavored ice cream
served in moxa cups
Candied eyes of freshwater bream
pickled bushdog pups.
Pig pizzle wrapped around a stick
grilled upon the deck
Woven rope with cat head and brick
hung about your neck.
Marzipan violin bowed by a stoat
badminton played widdershins
A toast of poison without antidote
barefoot on needles and pins.
Departure from God's laws spells a nation's decay,
When wrong is made right and right thrown away.
When wickedness reigns in the hearts of a people
Then to see the truth, they are not able.
People who vote blindly, swayed by vain promises,
End up with injustice and abuses.
A tyrant cannot reign unless this we allow
And silent, to his every wish we bow.
It is harder to uproot a decadent tree,
Easier to crush the bad seed maybe.
It's better to turn back to God and to repent,
For this decadence.... He alone can prevent!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~09.24.17
The lights are dimming in this hospital room as my hands chafe the soft bedding.
My ears catch strong mourns, but they seem to be getting dimmer with each blaring.
~~~~~
This tongue of mine is coated in liquid medication, though, it feels numb.
All while my nose picks up the fragrance of the rotting flesh I've become.
~~~~
They want me back, yet eternal sleep adores this nauseating decadence disease.
With my pale chapped lips, I utter a quote as it comes out as a wheeze.
~~~
"Don't lose yourself in the battle of grief, come out of it as a warrior for me.
What's beyond my shut eyelids is unknown, however, I know I won't be nobody."
~~
With this small ounce of consciousness left, I'm going to estimate every truth I've made.
Because in a world filled with dirt, there's at least one reason to featherly fade.
~
Written On: July 9th, 2017
Contest: JULY STANDARD CONTEST any theme, any form, max of 25 lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
You've never destroyed me
I have constantly enjoyed you
off and on for many years
through Joy and tears
through bravity and fear
Decadence,
Beautiful dark angel
On the edge of a strangle
Yet I marvel I'm back
I'm not so dead after all
A morbid caress, to you I call
Decadence,
Who could not love you?
In your finest hour
blooming and growing
like a wildflower
I am obsessed by your power
You have had on me many years
Decadence
Do not slow down
As I grow older
Excess is better
Than all moderation provides
I'd rather live than slowly die
Transcend old dread that seeds vain thought,
Oppose the fear that floods sad ooze;
X marks the dead beyond all plot,
Ingest good here in fatal snooze;
Choice spurs the take on crazy form.
Delight sad heart in shifting sands,
Etch a new make in this mad storm;
Cheer stands apart from gloomy trends,
Arm with vile stuff the mad confuse;
Deep hardness tells of loveless gaze,
Emerge with bluff the vain peruse;
Niche crafty spell in evil maze,
Cheer departs hence as darkness comes,
Embalm the tense where horror sums.
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore
DECADENCE
I pinch myself to feel the real
it seems so darn dang surreal
this decadent Dallas life I live
questioning locals who
miss the thrill
Oysters and wine
culinary fine
no crime
all smooth
this perfect
Bible belt of
Gospel truth
day and night time
rendezvous
Chase, Chuck & Buck
Budweiser cowboys
watching you
real men with rugged
pheromones
who know how
to treat a lady
in husky
baritones
well endowed
they know how to
impress with Southern
finesse
and perfect
lips that
may seductively
digress
this decadent Dallas
life
I love
absent of
stabbing
knifes
respecting
rights
© Kim van Breda—4 October 2015
A country's decadence starts with the nation's language decay
When citizens speak in curses with malevolent words they say
For words can spread its Darkness and in power materialize
Into Reality and effect a nation's inevitable demise.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~02.21.14
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