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 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.....
DEMENTED
I lift my hands alto my hearts beating;
I move my feet walking alto my mouth speaking;
Genially conditional;
I mark above the burning waters;
I fold my hands and stare;
Run my thumbs through my hair;
Blinking fingers pointing this way;
Demented mind confused and glazed;
All of this surreal;
Emotional appeal ;
2/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
April 17—Prove something
God’s Demented Sense of Humor
I sometimes think
That God if he/she/it exists
And created the Universe
Must have a demented
Sense of humor.
For how else you can explain
Why he created a parasite
That hides in your system
Totally inert but if you take
Steroids for any reason.
Blows up like a basketball
Bursting out and killing you,
In thirty minutes.
Leaving the doctors
Wondering WTF
Just happened.
Recording your death
As a medical mystery.
As very few doctors
Have ever encountered
Or heard about
This weird parasite.
FORGOTTEN DEMENTED--
~My mind I've forgotten
Dementia here!
Where did it go?~
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Hinted Trump Is Demented
As usual what many may have hinted,
They all did determine he is demented;
Probable cause;
His small paws,
And on being crazy others commented.
Jim Horn
Naked Clowns Demented Brother
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling fakes
camouflage who gives and takes
shifting weight of global heat
melting shoes on city street
to shrinking ice caps tidal creep
rising under Al Gore’s jeep
clowns, they squeeze their bulbous horns,
geneticize the rose – no thorns
while warning us of sunless dawns
their seltzer bottles but a prop
sprayed on a fire that won’t stop
its cindering of nature’s crop
Alas, the clowns will all save face
disappear without a trace
disguise their noses as thorn-less roses
post naked “selfies” in heroes poses
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown – demented brother.
John G. Lawless
©7/13/2017
Fred visits Bill every month at
the facility he’s been in for years.
Age and booze brought Bill there.
He's still strapped to his bed
so he can't go wandering again
when he gets a taste for a beer.
Bill calls Fred by name this time
and asks if Jim has found a job.
Fred tells Bill no but doesn't
remind him their cousin is dead.
All three would go fishing as kids
for bluegill, crappie and catfish
with cane poles in summer.
There’d be a big family fish fry.
Bill says he’s going home soon
but there is no home to go to.
His trailer was sold long ago
to help pay the bill at the facility
where every so often nurses
turn him to avoid bed sores.
The state checks for those.
A license can be suspended.
Donal Mahoney
Disoriented
Demented souls
Masquerading in flesh
Slumped in dank doorways
Marinated in spirits
Soaked in piss.
Dementia has taken hold of my mind.
There is nothing, my reasoning controls.
Sorry for my demeanor.
I don't mean to hurt anyone.
Its paralysis of my thinking mind.
Please forgive my deeds.
They are insane and unkind.
I did not know that my subconscious mind,
Can take control.
I hardly remember any event in my life.
There are some, that I recognise.
Just the deeply etched impressions.
Most of the time, I am not me.
I became somebody, I do not know.
I cannot even wish, that my will to live, will end.
My reasoning is demented.
I wish that they are not so unkind.
My loved ones suffer the ignominy.
If I had my senses intact.
I would have rewritten history.
It’s a shame that in this 21st century.
There are no solutions for this bane.
Euthanasia is not prescribed by law,
Nor can I self destruct.
There is no justice from above or below.
Just feel I am suspended in time.
I cannot imagine what I can’t.
I cannot express what I want.
No guilt no shame,
what wrong have I done,
To exist in this parallel universe.
Eyes that draw you in, eyeliner accentuates not always sexy on men
Different movies, different accents, believable at all times
Every movie he's in, each character he plays seems to be a part of him
From shy, withdrawn hairdresser, with scissors for hands
To a orange haired hatter, with a Scottish accent
He's a one of a kind man, mysterious, unique
He has so many personalities, who knows the real him
By now I'm sure you've already guessed my fave
This is my ode to Johnny Depp, the king of spades
Nancy,
Dementia rocks n drags ya down,
"what am i doing in this bloody town,
who is this tart, with a shielas frown,
says she loves me, looks fly blown,
couldn't be the gal I own,
i'm emigrating now-sers" :(
Don Johnson
Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name A Short Poem, Please
~For old Joe the guy that used to know me, in the nursing home~
Drowning in a lonely and frosty lake,
I pretend to struggle,
I feel so fake.
Holding my breath,
each time I go down,
distorts my face,
like a demented clown.
Perhaps I should surrender
and give in?
Allowing all of the lake's
frosty water to win.
Vacant bloodshot eyes
Stare at one spot on the wall
Feeding tubes and scrubs
I should let him die
Mercy killers dropped the ball
So I pull the plug
Enjoys her new found roles in her life
Visions of dastardly deeds dance in her head
Irate when people are rude and show disrespect
Loves to know what she is capable of
Wishes some things were different
Is nervous about sons going off on their own
Cool mom she is to them
Knows they Love her no matter what
Enjoys her more morbid thoughts
Does enjoy to make a person squirm
&
Definitely not your average beauty
Enjoys the inner workings of her mind
Makes no issue over who she is
Enriches your life just by being there
Needs love and support not condemnation
Takes charge when no one else will
Each day she shines no matter what
Deliciously twisted and still a friend
This is dedicated to my other 2 sisters. This is ALL 3 of us in various forms. I love you
2 and I hope I you make proud. I am proud to have you as my sisters and hope you 2 know you
are loved. We are all 3 together Evil Wicked & Demented.
We sisters three are scary as scary can be.
Evil is tormented, haunted by choices of her past.
Wicked is hollow, and the most bitter of the three.
Demented is angry, and so cold that her blood turns icy fast.
All paranoid and suspicious in everything they do.
Evil has had her dreams snatched from her grasp.
She feels alone, and her ghosts are from her missing crew.
Her pain is enough to make even the strongest gasp.
Each one is afraid to let anyone breach their wall.
Wicked is a lover who has been badly used.
She never thought she'd love, but eventually she did fall.
Only to be lied to, cheated on and abused.
They only have each other to trust and rely on.
Demented has been the victim of ominous play.
She was captured and used like a chess pawn.
Now all will pay the price and rue that fateful day.
So as you see Evil, Wicked and Demented are strong.
If you see them coming, you might should run and hide.
They will forever be trying to right the wrong.
Be careful if you are a user, a liar, hateful or snide.
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