red wine tastes bitter
draculas liquor of choice
gruesomely graveyard
Categories:
gruesomely, me,
Form: Senryu
Robin Hood thieves from the woodlands,
for seemingly meaningful greenery,
and rather mysterious scenery
to sell at garden nurseries.
Jack axes the canopies:
veneers to go on vanities.
And the lavish sunlit
leaves are fading,
and falling.
Pragmatic greed
smothers silent cries,
of felled trees,
gruesomely shrugs
over carnage.
Emptiness sweeps
into grey-gaps.
We ache for beauty…
remembered,
imagined,
unseen.
Categories:
gruesomely, environment, nature, tree,
Form: Rhyme
I will have my steak gruesomely rare.
Eating mine with Heinz 57 flare.
I am from I-O-WAY
I do not play.
I can eat a cow, a horse and a mare.
I am from Nebraska don’t you know?
You Iowans can brag, and you can blow
But here’s my rule
You little fool
I’ll eat whatever does not start to go.
Categories:
gruesomely, food,
Form: Limerick
The same shriek he made
Escaping the womb face first
In that cow dung smeared hut
Was still echoing in her heart
When he frantically whimpered
In subdued feeble scuffle for life
Fraughting desperately
In his inconceivable horror.
His sun set in dawn
He died the death of the grown
Slaughtered clasped like chicken
Body hewed gruesomely
Portions grisly extracted
In gory of utmost malevolent
Conjured by egoistic endeavours
Unlike days of bloody plunder
Incited by abhorred revenge
Privation prowls and lurks
On pathways wielding axes
To purge the sprout of hope
Springing off the black dirty.
The shriek he made
In reed knitted basket cradle
Was for justice and life
And the same shriek echoes
In her grief smeared heart
For her son to rest in peace.
Categories:
gruesomely, abuse,
Form: Blank verse
The break of dawn and rising sun.
The day is short, there's only one.
It's beautiful; It's ugly,
It's sunny; it's rainy.
There are waters without bridges.
There are shallow rivers and deep streams
Filled with abundant riches,
Circled with beautiful dreams.
Evening comes darkness falls.
Tuck in gruesomely made bed,
Eyes close sleep calls.
The break of dawn, you're gone.
Categories:
gruesomely, birth, death, destiny, humanity,
Form: Rhyme
In Merry Old England’s fine capital,
where Marx would compose his work “Capital”,
King Charlie the First
faced up to the worst —
a punishment gruesomely capital.
Categories:
gruesomely, history, humor, humorous,
Form: Limerick
“The wages of sin is death”* says God’s Word
Showing man’s transgression-caused damnation
Revealing corrupt, carnal, foolish mind
Midst deceitful heart, gruesomely defiled.
I need deliverance from sin’s wages
Only the Sovereign Lord can fulfill
He’s the Saviour, the Way, the Truth, and Life
Rescuing sinners to the uttermost.
Verily falling short of God’s glory
I admit my depravity indeed
Yes, my self-proclaimed goodness is failure
Inflicted with human nature’s sin blight.
Learning sin’s wages as grossly fatal
I humbly sought the Lord and His mercies
With full pardon and complete forgiveness
To free my soul from condemnation’s hell.
“Acquitted from sin’s wages!” Judge pronounced…
Paid by Christ’s blood, I’m surely sanctified
Now justified, verily heaven-bound
I’ll blissfully share eternal life’s gift.
*Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
October 17, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol 10 - Blank Verse" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 11/5/2019.
Categories:
gruesomely, christian, death, faith, god,
Form: Blank verse
As John Doe, killing people guilty of
whichever deadliest of sins is theirs,
I'm crazy, yet my character's in love
with someone new for whom he greatly cares.
My character won't realize that she
was kin to the obese man, victim one,
whom I had murdered very gruesomely.
Two murders left of seven, then I'm done.
The wife of a detective on my trail
I'll kill and then surrender, but instead,
the woman that I love will soon derail
my plot to sever that poor woman’s head!
I'll fail to kill the young detective’s wife.
My fake and wrathful lover takes my life!
1) Date Written: Jan. 8, 2019
2) Name of Contest: Movie Magic
3) Name of Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
4) Name of Movie: Se7en; character: John Doe (played by Kevin Spacey in original movie)
Categories:
gruesomely, mystery,
Form: Sonnet
I thought to write a poem on a gristmill.
First I googled it, having never really heard that term before.
The “grist” part had conjured up for me
images of grisly scenes like in a horror movie
in which all that remained of dead bodies
was the ghastly gristle of victims killed most gruesomely,
the parts of them ground up inside a mill!
But no, a gristmill is nothing so sinister as that!
“Grist” is just another word for grain (the grain for grinding into flour).
A gristmill, therefore, is the name for the machine or for the building
where the gristing is performed!
Strange that I’d only heard it in my region called a mill.
If the word “mill” denotes the place for the grinding,
isn’t it redunant to add a word
which also is as repugnant as the word “grist” seems to be?
Or maybe it’s only I that find the word so ugly -
ugly like the words gargle, gagging, maggots or mucus.
Funny to think that since my ancestors likely worked in gristmills,
my maiden name might have been “Gristmiller” and not Miller.
I thought to write a poem on a gristmill, but ended up with this!
June 2, 2018 for The Gristmill Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
Categories:
gruesomely, words,
Form: Free verse
--Isn’t She a Daughter of Oedipus?--
Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a fallen prince,
who roams in the battlefield where the corpses of
defeated warriors lie gruesomely in streams of blood.
Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a sibling who was
rejected by a sightless ruined old homeless man at Colonus,
who walks through the middle of a pack of hungry wild dogs
and a flock of huge winged covetous vultures
coming together for laying carrion.
Isn’t she Antigone? For sake of a brother Polyneices’ soul,
who kneels to the ground and moves the earth with her slender fingers,
dragging an armored corpse and covers it with dirt she removed with tears.
Isn’t she Antigone? who risked her own life because of sisterly fidelity,
and, now, thrown into a hole that is deeper than Oedipus’ eye-pits
to end her anguish, a miserable life; to close her abhorrent memories, the horrible ordeals; while hearing a tender, caring voice of a wandering soul from above
“mourn no more, my troubled child
weep no more, my beloved daughter”
Categories:
gruesomely, allegory, anxiety, brother, death,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Lush sultry scents fill my nostrils
spices and exotic flowers blooms
first encounter with dark people
my, they were scarey like pirates
Armed with enormous panga's
and wickedly nasty looking knives
at almost 8 years old I shook violently
when one looked at me grinning gruesomely
I shrank back against my mother, my haven,
never had I seen such delightful sights
junk boats sailing round us, their crew
most motley, in a range of multi colors
Waving their enormous panga's at us
gold teeth gleaming, it was so scarey
I was glad to sail on to Dar-es-Salaam
many horrendous nightmares I then suffered
Little knowing that Dar was just the same
some steps I now had taken into the unknown
so many fears still lay in the future and beyond
a totally new yet dangerous world lay ahead of me
I am describing an overnight stop at Zanzibar at my young age it was a fearful very exciting experience
written 09/04/2013
contest Fragment
Categories:
gruesomely, africa, fear, voyage,
Form: Light Verse
Hopelessly lying, in a dying bed of depression,
miserably crying, while trying your confession.
Blackening walls, and halls of a fading youth,
Gruesomely calls, of gnaws towards the truth.
Fading beauty, so snooty to those content,
wailing a duty, sooty, those content dissent.
Towards a failing, unveiling of bloody torment,
concealing the name of shame, not so innocent.
So cheap, sinking deep, into a sea of emotion,
I weep, at the reap of sowing our lost devotion.
I shudder with stutter, at a marital decapitation,
you utter, like no other, at a romantic prostration.
A defile and vile odor is cast amongst the decay,
I smile in denial, as those lost lover’s betray.
Sinking deeply within, our sins have been fed,
doses of greed, they feed till all beauty is dead.
Take cover in the pain, remain emotionally numb.
Hide within the sin, wherein you succumb.
Tread the waste, and taste the defeat,
of a shattered, tattered passion down
on Broken Heart Street.
Categories:
gruesomely, confusion, dedication, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend,
Form: Rhyme