Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe.
One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over.
Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving from tears.
There is always salt in my mouth these days.
Veiny leaves in the fervent winds remind me that I am an animal, and my skin gets filthier with each mawkish phrase that erupts from a faraway throat, but it feels like mine.
Beautiful and pathetic soliloquy fills up the air.
I am the only one.
I am the only one.
With the grasses' pedagogy and the flowers' instruction, I stand up and walk to the water.
Its chill cries out for help, my pollutant and contaminant is all but too much to be cleaned by a simple stream.
“I am sorry,” I say. “I am sorry Mother.”
I should have been listening this entire time.
Categories:
filthier, earth,
Form: Free verse
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me;
I resist to become one of them:
look at crazy Jacob.
he runs a mouth found in a public pub
which is filthier than the mouth of Sam:
ah, he's terribly unkind to costumers!
If villains of all kinds
menace the meek ones
to adopt their awful ways:
they'll fail to entrap me!
A docile lamb
among roaring lions
seems to be me...
I am contrary
to their perception;
threaten me,
and I'll respond accordingly!
If they sling stones,
I'll shoot arrows:
who's mightier than me?
A docile lamb sleeping
gives no warning signs,
when anger suddenly strikes;
jeering faces showing invincibility
will freeze their frantic irony;
no battle ground, so frightening,
is ever won without a strategy:
a steel armor can fend off enemies!
Categories:
filthier, anger, character, culture, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Save My Heart by Kenny Davis
My Lord, my father
Please save my heart
From the cruelties of this world
And its people from tearing it apart
My heart bitter and frozen
From the mere absence of warm blood
This substance remains stained
Sin has made it filthier than mud
Without your blood of life
Lord, why haven’t I fainted?
This world has made my heart cold
My dirty soul remains tainted
My heart lies in utter hatred
Its love for this world lies dormant
Due to the world’s twisted cruelty
Its torture and endless torment
The death of my heart
Due to wearing it on my sleeve
Lord, save my soul from the agony
Of being utterly bereaved
What could have possibly happened
To turn my warm heart to stone
To make it feel that it better off
Embracing its own
To have an insatiable urge to live alone
Loving the warmth of the icicles stretched along my bones
Shielding from the world, the heart that it’s never known
When the world banished it to the abyss that it proudly calls home
You see, my lord
My heart needs your help
For without you it is lost
Without you, there is no one else
© June 2011 k.davis
Categories:
filthier, faith, fear, hope, inspirational,
Form: I do not know?
Unseen Dangers
By Elton Camp
It doesn’t matter whether we are here or there
Dangers we’ve no way to detect are everywhere
When we learn it, there may be no way to swerve
From the path of a drunk driver around the curve
The person we meet who seems extremely nice
May actually be one who has murdered twice
The café where we eat, so very clean may seem
But its kitchen is filthier than you can dream
A doctor who on the state of our health does pass
May, in reality, have finished dead last in his class
So a person who thinks he’s safe and doing well
May not even hear approaching disaster’s knell
Categories:
filthier, angstmay,
Form: Rhyme
The Obnoxious Handshaker
By Elton Camp
One of the things I don’t ever understand
The man who forces me to shake his hand
What could possibly be filthier than that
I can’t ever know where his hand’s been at
The thought always springs into my mind
Perhaps he has been scratching his behind
Or maybe from the bathroom he came out
Failed to wash his hands, there’s no doubt
Even if I keep hands in pockets with a glare
Then he will still demand, “Put ‘er there.”
I wonder where brains or courtesy went
From a man who can’t take such a hint
And about the worst experience that I get
Is to have to shake and find the hand wet
I wish I could get out of shaking somehow
I think I’ll start to say, “Please, let’s bow.”
Categories:
filthier, funny
Form: Rhyme