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.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him'
Categories:
foetid, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
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’m your local
Wearing bifocal
Antisocial
Sidewalk chemist
I run a lab
And own a lab
Called Ahab
And when we walk
I grab a glut
Of cigarette butts
Ahab sniffs mutts
We rarely talk
I test the muck
Assay green yuck
Prod black guck
With tender care
Then it’s all tagged
Labeled and bagged
But I can’t drag
It to a fair
Data is sorted
Then transported
Where it’s reported
By sidewalk chemist
But the town hall
Says I have some gall
With my folderol
And I’m promptly dismissed
I’ve paid my dues
Been on the news
With great reviews
Now for an encore
I’ve been promoted
To test the foetid
And sweaty coated
Men’s locker room floor
Categories:
foetid, city, fun, science,
Form: Rhyme
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 announce' this tyrants, term it should be
Decried..' Removed..' All access for him strongly denied.! No
More government funds that surge in a co-inside and hide
A week or so goes by..I read more; on the constitution and
I think 'oh my! ) this must have been of my own mind; volition??
Not of God as I had thought? For the constitution says
His seat is most safe..I must be wrong.' Then I saw a certain scene on the street
A man responded to trudeau, I don't respect you. Oh no.'
A few days more on, A crowd drove him from a hotel along.'
To a restaurant..He had to leave they were strong.' My mind whirled so it was thinking it is
Gods wish!! Shortly after this the petition came to be.' almost
500,000 was the quota to see.! Then last week his own mouth he
Himself, condemned, I acvise that God is active here my Friends..He intends to turf the galah; from his foetid nest..Soon.'
The news will his loss assess; and all may then after address.!
Categories:
foetid, appreciation, education, goodbye,
Form: Didactic
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 clouded fog we must inhale.
I see more pallid faces of people at the portal.
Where I read trees and flowers once grew,
Is now an industrial slum with a thick oil slick,
Oozing across the land, dead trees pillaged.
A cemetery for what once was, a thing called beauty.
Nothing that can be described that way still exists.
Farms had to die in the regal name of progress.
Oceans of fish polluted and poisoned, whales extinct.
No sand left on our beaches, Coral reefs destroyed.
Shorelines stinking and black, streams contaminated.
Waters have risen and islands sunk into the seas.
A novelty to see one of the remaining birds,
Concrete replaced something they used to call grass.
Praise the pharmaceutical manufacturers
Producing pills with vitamins to feed us and keep us alive.
Categories:
foetid, destiny,
Form: Free verse
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.
The nucleus at the heart of rotten insanity.
A whirlpool of hot garbage circling around me, the core.
An iris in fusion vomiting molten liquid metal upon its refuse eyelashes.
The bowels of filth and swill spinning revolution.
Vacuumed in a retch of putrid detritus.
And expelled atop an excess of foetid sewage dysentery.
A repulsive pandemonium of regurgitated toxic sludge.
Thrown up haphazardly from the innards of turmoil.
One stomach-churning havoc, repulsive and distressing.
The never ending upheaval of sickening nonsense.
Bounded by sadness, grief and failures.
Categories:
foetid, anger, anxiety, confusion, crazy,
Form: Free verse
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 are dull, while thine do shine,
And often is its cold complexion paled
(Be th’body fair or dark, it grays in time).
Thy heart does beat while th’othern’s failed.
From thy nocturnal slumber, thou sure shalt wake,
Thine age progression’ll on as thou grow’st;
But death shall cause the foetid corpse to take
A much more disintegral course, thou know’st:
So long as thou canst breathe and ‘live canst be,
Prefer shall I to corpse my time with thee.
Written on May 19, 2023 for the "Sonnet Poetry Contest" - sponsored by Sotto Poet
Categories:
foetid, appreciation, body, death, feelings,
Form: Sonnet
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 teach my fellow starving man
Often poop quickly rots so tastes uniquely vile
It must be freshly dropped and not lay there for a while
But when the grass is history and rain becomes a mystery
The king of beast himself would eat a rancid crocodile
But every year the rain on which we’re helplessly dependent
Shall fill the empty river bed where hippos are attendant
Herds of antelope come out where lush green grass again shall sprout
Lions muster now on plains: quietly resplendent
But there a shortage everywhere of places we can live
Property developers do things we can’t forgive
And builders can’t deny encouraging financial gain
They can sell their houses here, if it doesn't rain
4 August 2021
For: Alpha Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
foetid, africa, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Deep within my gut
butterflies flutter as
in the foetid air.
Categories:
foetid, how i feel,
Form: Senryu
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 “wreck the solace of the poet’s mood!”
Even now, “drunk of the fog-foetid fountains.”
Cerebrally “reject[ing] the language of the glowing heart.”
Revered and “done are my trials,” “my heart is reposing.”
“All the years of fruitless quest” culminate in this...
For all the “prosy thoughts,” past “ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,” a
“Tale confide[d]” in “the shade of Poe” and I will be forevermore alive.
Quotes from:
“Where Once Poe Walked”/ “Despair”/ “The Bride of the Sea”/ “Fact and Fancy”/ “Nemesis”
Acrostic Homagerie
Categories:
foetid, appreciation, celebration, feelings, growth,
Form: Acrostic
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 failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to feud for a field.
Forced forwards with fleetness of foot;
firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament aflame.
Forces fight so ferociously,
fratricide set free on this field.
Forthright and filial feelings;
families of fine forefathers,
fought fiercely, for fear we’d forget.
Familiar flora forms focus,
for the fallen in Flanders Field.
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8 syallables on every line (www.howmanysyllables.com)
November 2018
Entered in Brian Strand's "Contest No 515".
(1st Place)
I wanted to do something special - and a bit different - to mark the centenary of the end of The Great War (11 November 1918). This poem is dedicated to all the brave souls lost defending freedom during that terrible conflict (and all conflicts since).
Categories:
foetid, conflict, death, history, remembrance
Form: Alliteration
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
where death rains down
It's gender specific
noisy horrific
I seen it on telly
I ate ice cream and jelly
It's far away from me
But my heart is breaking...
Categories:
foetid, cry, pain, political,
Form: Light Verse
Baked beans
Small
Insignificant
Yet its properties so powerful
Causing flatulence
Some noisy
Others foetid in silence.
Categories:
foetid, fun,
Form: Free verse
Forgive my love for antique things.
But ancient visions light my mind.
Imagination spreads strong, spacious wings
And soars me backward where I find
Myself alive—in other lives behind.
I was a troubadour for kings,
And at their sumptuous tables, dined.
I donned their silks and wore their sapphire rings,
And with their courtesans, I wined.
Three thousand years ago, soft hands were kind.
Contrast it with corrupt “Today.”
The Present is a haggard whore,
A foetid vampire sucking dreams away.
I’ve lived a hundred, better lives before.
Their memory’s my golden door.
Categories:
foetid, fantasy
Form: Verse