Hedonistic Poems

The Silent Kiss

Enticed, seduced, and speedily distilled,
stumbling dumbly, she trips into the arms
of decadence—(such hedonistic charms!)
—and finds her stubborn inhibitions spilled

in a puddle around her thoughts—and, stilled, 
her mind is free (of any and all alarms (!) )
of worry, fear, and doubt—beyond all harms
she thunders for a fresh martini, chilled. 

Teetering at the brink of another drink
she’s helpless against gravity’s stout
strength—down(and further still)into its wink
sinks the hopeless dupe into the abyss;
with more and more foaming from the spout,
she slips into a lethal, silent kiss—

i'm dancing to cliff richard in the attic

there's no one around you see
it's just me and cliff
ear buds help cushion the volume 
my smartphone warns me 

it could damage my ears
i put it at full volume
it's 9:40pm and the family are asleep
this could go on all night

cliff said he was proud he never adopted a 
hedonistic rock and roll lifestyle and never wanted
to trash a hotel room

i've just trashed the attic

A Cavalcade Rondine

A cavalcade of savage singing lights  
whip worshippers of ultraviolet;
Indulging the most hedonistic threat 
they raise hooks to meritorious heights;
DJ’s entourage being read last rites
at the end of that set they won’t forget;
A cavalcade;
The swollen witching hour synthetic bites 
direct reckless dancers to a sure bet;
Inarticulate’s the best you can get;
Obsessing over complicated fights,
a cavalcade.

Army of One

Alone I drift, a vagabond psuche, haunted by daughter's lifeblood and husband's self-exploded mind, a diseased landscape. Frantic fingers dance on the page as I conjure reason's faint glow, a desperate chainsaw whirring solace in the abyss. Bloodlust welts of fury scorch the script, a deranged catechism of hedonistic, as I shriek into the fray, my frame a torched earth, solar barren and bereft. Scum-ridden silver glares back, mocking reflections of futility, as I seethe venomous disgust, a reckoning’s reckoning, spewing forth vitriol to corrode the granite complacency. Specters of forgotten faces fragment, a ghastly kaleidoscope of doctored truths, as I screech at the echoing of a hollow existence, a funeral dirge for the self that never was. And smile at the reflection of who I am supposed to be, single-mother-effer's manifesto, don’t effing question she, you don’t have the piano fingers to come near my grace on the keys, I tie cherries with my tongue, have your berries blue by morn, my hands are a whole different story.

Sometimes I amaze even me — this is poetry!!

Greed And Wreckage

An infant is brought into being,crafted out of earthly elements 
Out of soil,out of water, breathing air moment after moment.
Nerves get nourished,strength is acquired as blood circulates through veins 
The sheer love of her as nature gifts the first glimpse of consciousness. 
Slowly things transform as seed sprouts into a towering tree 
As the muscles are flexed,chest spreads wider and will is free.
Contained with posessions hedonistic desire hinging on self worth 
The piled up matter of earthly elements absurdly tries to conquer the earth.

Family Own land

"I remember the land. I remember its people—their ways, the folly of their mentality. I never encountered the term ‘depression’ until later in life. I grappled with hatred and bigotry because they’re diseases akin to cancer and COVID-19.

Do you recall the carefree children of the eighties, their hedonistic pursuit of drugs, sex, and intellectual freedom? It goes like this: I don’t think of labor; I don’t think of work. Labor implies toil, and if it’s not self-employment, it’s slavery with meager wages from the man.

I remember the land and its people—their foolishness weighed on me. I remember the departed, how those trees outlived them. The language of the trees whispers freedom and the sound of human longevity, thanks to a matured land’s kindness.

The waste land we leave behind, even without spoken words, tells a story of abandonment. What you might see as a grassy area, I perceive as a court date—a battleground where families fight for ownership. Illegitimate children vie for their share of the land. Even unspoken, it holds worth.

How do you come to terms with yours?"

Feel free to adjust any part of this revision

Ways Of The World

John, the forerunner of Christ, preached repentance and baptized.
The wrath of God, like fire, will devour the world, he said.
Hedonistic ways of humans, by his life, he revised
Axe is on trunks, he said; by devilment, don't be misled.

The world could not accept John's teachings, as his words weren't sweet.
Do children like medicines that are not sugar coated?
He is possessed. This is why he is unable to eat.
His lamb-like life was unjustly and untimely slaughtered.

Jesus was gregarious. He loved the rich and the poor.
Did they accept him? He's a glutton and drunkard, they said.
As blind in mind, they failed to see his benignant grandeur.
As he knew their psyche, with a soft smile, he went ahead.

The ways of the world are unreasonable and absurd.
The thoughts, words, and deeds of the world, always, Jesus stirred.

DELUSION

We
      live
              a delusion
              day by day
the illusion
               we are free
               independent
free spirits
to be
              who we are
              to do
as
        we 
                 please
          when we like
able 
            to
                    choose
The
consequences
of ego
                    lie all
                    around
'til
      this
                hedonistic
                bubble bursts
&
       marks
                    &stains
as
                    it
percolates
              through 
               our kin

It
      is
             known
             as sin
but
is unconfessed
               never
                breathed
                aloud
oft
considered
an illusion

                  so this
                   circle
                   revolves
who
will
          break this ring
and
     ask
             Him
                    in

THRENOS the form

EGO TRIP 
Me,me my forever sigh-
will insecurity die
in an hedonistic cry ?

Inspired by  Will Shakespeare's Threnos tristich form 7:7:7

If it wasn't for poetry

“Poetry allows the poet to give vent to rage
and despair in words, instead of action.” ~ by poet

Oh, you don’t wanna know 
what it would be like
if it wasn't for poetry.

Living this life would be unbearable,
The false preaching of the pompous priests 
The false promises of the crooked politicians
The false hopes of the cheating charlatans.

Whenever I am disillusioned 
and my heart aches at the wickedness of man,
I sit down to write poetry
to lessen the pain.

Looking at the wretched condition 
of the downtrodden and
the hedonistic lifestyle of the affluent, 
the pent-up rage in me is ever raring 
to burst forth and burn the world down…
if it wasn’t for poetry!

The Bestial Thought

Sensual and untamed
Thought, crystallizes into
Hedonistic foe.

27 Club

mama and papa begged their musician son
to not join a band, although hedonistic fun
we are terrified you will soon be a member of twenty-seven
we would miss you terribly if you decided to return to heaven

Sonny boy laughed, and read them the stats
twenty songs give tribute to this number, but here are the facts
in spite of what the rumors legends and myths state
there is not that much danger, and the lifestyle is great

Jimi, Brian, Jim, and Janis might have been using drugs
Amy Winehouse died of fright, fearing rumors of thugs
Statistics show that popular musicians die usually at fifty-six
He told his parents good-bye, and raced away to get his musical fix.

Buller Boys

Beyond the imposing and the high iron gate
The picturesque setting of the Oxford University
Situates the hedonistic oriented Bullingdon Club
Founded more than 200 years ago.

The socially exclusive students get the invitation
To join the Club as its elite members
Many of whom have attained prominence
And position of power in Britain’s political arena.

The ill-famed Club is known for 
Its wealthy members and their notorious behavior
Partaking in the boisterous rituals such as
Vandalizing restaurants and students’ rooms.

The Club’s colors are sky blue and shining ivory
Seen on the tailcoats the members wear
For the annual dinner where the drunken revelers
Greet each other chanting “buller, buller, buller”.

The Club has survived the roller-coaster ride
Lurching between frequent recruitment crises
And nearly facing the shut down
But the buller has a way of bouncing back.

The distinctiveness of its haughty members 
Reflected in their one-upmanship attitude
Took them to eminence along the tough tracks
The outside world is skeptic about their dubious traits. 

____________

April 7, 2023
Contest : Bullingdon Boys
Spoinsored by : Joe Maverick

Charles Bukowski's Confession

Listen up, folks, 'cause here's my confession,
I ain't one for modesty or discretion.
I'll tell you straight, without any delay,
What I truly adore, come what may.

It's hedonistic pleasure that I seek,
With every passion that I choose to peak.
I push the limits, go beyond the light,
And sometimes it scares the folks in sight.

But when the day is done and the night's begun,
I'll tell you, friend, it's all for fun.
The sun will rise and the world will shine,
And I'll be out there, living it up, feeling fine.

So don't you judge or try to reign me in,
'Cause this is who I am, and I always win.

My love for life is sweet and true,
And nothing, no one, can bring me down or subdue.

:: 03 26 2023 ::

Charles Bukowski's Confession

Listen up, folks, 'cause here's my confession,
I ain't one for modesty or discretion.
I'll tell you straight, without any delay,
What I truly adore, come what may.

It's hedonistic pleasure that I seek,
With every passion that I choose to peak.
I push the limits, go beyond the light,
And sometimes it scares the folks in sight.

But when the day is done and the night's begun,
I'll tell you, friend, it's all for fun.
The sun will rise and the world will shine,
And I'll be out there, living it up, feeling fine.

So don't you judge or try to reign me in,
'Cause this is who I am, and I always win.
My love for life is sweet and true,
And nothing, no one, can bring me down or subdue.

:: 03 26 2023 ::

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