Foetid Poems - Poems about Foetid

...this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black God forsaking......

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... I test the gum And the scum That came from So many feet Scrape the blood And the crud Between mud Smooshed on concrete I sample spit Ample birds*** All with a flick Of the wrist Coz I......

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...I aghast viewed the evidence..Palpable obvious formerly Not imagable now so excrable, i felt sick deep inside; felt Nausea as a tide.)) Stand..' I felt the need to denounce' So I decide..To announ......

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...The air is foetid and breathing is so difficult. The open window allows floating debris, To spread its pungent staleness over all. It’s a difficult struggle for sunlight to shine Through the clo......

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... The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket. Only the sound similar to a ranket* The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen. The air not foetid but fresh and clean. And ......

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...Chaos Into the maelstrom of blood flinging and flooded diarrhea Swirling amidst a vortex of needle and . There I stand at the middle of it all. The central point of this orbit of noxious madness.......

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...Shall I compare thee to a corpse decay? Thou smell’st less putridly and more pleasant: Foul winds escape th’orifices may Of both thee ‘n’ it (though it’s more “fragrant”). The eyes o’ th’dead a......

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...When Santa Claus was parking that old sleigh upon the roof Somehow he slipped right off and his expletives were uncouth He splashed down in the fish pond, he was feeling pretty vexed But what he d......

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...On these arid roasting plains, a virtual frying pan For beasts to live they must survive on anything they can Another bug collecting dung, enjoying foetid goodness May perhaps have much to ......

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...Deep within my gut butterflies flutter as in the foetid air.......

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...H.astily I traipse “amidst these tombs,” “untainted eye…” P.reparing the way for the “hidden world of yore.” Luring lovers in, “lost Nevermore…” “O’er the midnight moorlands crying,” Verily to ......

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...Famished and flagging footsoldiers; facing fatigue, fitful fever, faeces and foul, foetid fungi. Fostering feelings, frustrated, for this faraway, foreign field. Forays so fraught with fine fa......

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...Famished and flagging footsoldiers; formerly fitters and farmers. Facing fatigue, fitful fever, faeces and foul, foetid fungi. Fostering feelings, frustrated, for this faraway, foreign field. ......

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...For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One I Why don’t they ever come back? Even if it’s just to say ......

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...There's a shop on the street that sells foetid meat There's a boy on the corner His corpse competes with the odour There's dust covering mankind the cruel and the kind Ochre villages and towns......

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