My poem was about innocent hearts
not purloined, perfumed farts
'Twas about forever lingering kisses
not everlasting, beer-induced pisses
Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
no excretions of gooses or ganders
Lines conjuring up treasured memories
nothing about S&M or pederasty
'Course, publishers rejected it out of hand
~ nothing to stimulate readers' trash glands
Categories:
excretions, beauty, business, poems, satire,
Form: Couplet
Jack-o-lantern alley lit the way
to the elaborate haunted house.
Full of cobwebs and slimy excretions of gray
Left behind by more than one messy mouse.
It smells like mice a trick-or-treater said.
She looked fearful as she looked up the well-lit hill.
It is just a haunted house, the curtains are red.
Let’s go on up there, said her cousin Bill.
Some of us turned and ran the other way.
We had no concept that this would be all right.
I think I’ll try it in the light of day
Said two or three trick-or-treaters who fled in fright.
Categories:
excretions, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
My heterodox heart abandoned and impaled,
By such beauty where kisses have been jailed…
Marooned by your love and escaping has failed,
Decomposing with my last breath echoic exhaled.
Imprisoned by lachrymose of your lascivious lance,
Intoxicated by illicit lust as we started our dance…
Exciting erotic illusions within their eternal expanse,
Derelict desires a victim of calamitous circumstance.
Cupids arrow a venomous violation as to perforate,
Entangled by blind love of a felonious feverous fate…
Entombed by a hellion hole where demons dictate,
Castrating condemns of constructs that consummate.
Engraved is your name like mutilated cattle as to bore,
A disintegrating disease puncturing to my inner core…
Be your love a germinal genocide of a groveling gore,
Erupting excretions executed by the sinister spore.
July.21.2019
Impaled Poetry
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin
Background music by...Audiomachine
"Guardians at the gate"
Placed 8'th...Thank You
Categories:
excretions, betrayal, conflict, love hurts,
Form: Rhyme
Dirty Old Town
Beer Cans, Soda Cans,
Food cartons on the street.
Cigarette packs and tab ends,
Litter and filth under feet.
Scumbags, Fly-tippers,
People who just don’t care,
Defile my once proud town,
Disgust me beyond compare.
Dog foul, Dog dirt,
Excretions adorn my path.
Please take your rubbish home,
Don’t spit in my face and laugh.
Dirty town, filthy town,
It wasn’t always like this.
“But, we have no money or resources”
This Government, you take the piss.
Categories:
excretions, anger, angst, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Eyes pucker and swell
Erupting with tears
Of pleasure or joy?
But who is to know?
The quivering lips
And trembling hands
Equipped with cotton
To swab the overflowing
Excretions from eyes and nose
Of pleasure or joy?
Is it for me to be
The analytical master
Of this robust emotional
Human puppeteer.
Alas alone struggling
With unbridled emotions
Of pleasure or joy?
Why some choose to cull
All emotion for private
Yet others ill equipped
With self control cannot
Quell the tearjerking
And public displays
Of pleasure or joy?
The loveless and the lonely
The defeated and lost
No one to judge
No cross to bare
But I surmise at times
Through life's unparalleled
Roller coaster it is to be not
Rejected not ignored but
Simply admired from afar
As an uncontrollable impulse
Of pleasure or joy?
The result of which commands
The same tearful over dramatized
Actions whether private or on
Display for passers by to discern.
Categories:
excretions, gothic,
Form: Classicism
Life is a red light, hearts downshift
Or buzz in rubber to reversing routes
Kerosene engines spark rooks of roars
Or quiescent brakes. As if their destination
Held some Grail of hollow stature!
Considering my tires, my ambivalent tread
Of ambulance traffic. An ambiance yielding
Signs of neon leached desire
Billboarded excretions free speech
Categories:
excretions, life,
Form: Imagism
Went to pick a bone all I found was fossils Lost within Smithsonian's flood colossal A giant petrified dodo Just a rendering who knew Excretions of artistic apostle ~ eyes to see pupil arts deception perception in lieu of subject
Categories:
excretions, allegory, funny, science,
Form: Free verse
Oh my goodness,
what humans are willing to bare
to attract...
Beyond, the mock and mocking bareness
lies the convoluted angst of man,
pleasure seeking, in a self gratifying
wallow of excretions.
The need to roll…down the road…in the hay
to move like corpuscles down
the multitudinous arties of man.
Some draped in fuchsia, an orchid’s blush
with legs so long they make an ass of themselves.
Others tricked out in comfy cotton boostieas
breasts jiggling like jello, mounds of molded eye candy
firm, run-ready calves, taunt and on point
strut
ready to rut
on stiletto heels
still primed for and pandering to
the sought after alpha male.
The androgyny of the 21st century male-dom
making marking the target frustratingly
diff I cult
these drooping, wilted, round shouldered
bow-legged, net walkers seem unlikely sperm donors
for the next generation beyond the pale.
And as their lives settle in to settle down
in the whirlwinds of climate change
oil shortages, constant alpha stripping
further neuters the human potential
as the haves, feed the have nots
into the furnaces of endless war
the heard is culled………
Categories:
excretions, introspection, life
Form: Free verse
Crystals flowing down
Mother of milk excretions
White conceal blended
Categories:
excretions, art, nature, places, seasons
Form: Haiku