Hellacious Poems | Examples

fun with words

Clay climbed and clobbered Clemson Clue
Doing deliberate diamond disciples daring do,
Enough Elizabethan excitement expressed Ellie Lou
Finishing fancy French frankfurters, freeing Friday’s flu.

Gigantic gyrating griffendorf’s glazing gibbon’s glue
Harboring horrific hellacious hippos’s in hindsight’s hue.
Ignoring illustrious iguana’s illustrating indigo’s favorite blue.
Jiggling jumbled jabborwock’s justified jellies and jams for a few.

Everlasting Soul's Devotion

You breathe for me in times of 
agony and hellacious 
fears—mergence of our twinning 
souls ignite this world.

Waking At Dawn You There In Our Silk Bed

Waking At Dawn You There In Our Silk Bed

Baby fawn, fur so beautiful, new life
A reminder Nature's beauty so true
We wade through this world of hellacious strife
But my darling, I live because of you!
Your bright smile, your beauty truly divine
Waking at dawn you there in our silk bed
Alarm blares out at a quarter to nine
Sweet kiss given, wake up you sleepyhead.

Dawn brings forth a day of pure joy with you
We stroll the beach waves breaking at our feet
You say my lover, I say yes-you too
Life delicious, your lips cannot be beat
Sunny beach gives its gives its pretty scene
We speak of love, life being together

I watch you dressing as you primp and preen
As we live it up in this fair weather.

Robert J. Lindley, sonnet, 16 verses
APRIL 12TH, 1984, EDITED Nov. 1987

NOTE{ Sweet Memory)

Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat a Dry Bone

Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone


Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone 
Looking back at this life, where were the breaks my due
I recall all hellacious bad times that came
The motorcycle wreck when I was but fifteen!
All those shots that should have given me greater fame
Those barroom brawls, man that one dude was so damn mean
I laughed, I ran full amok, a bit crazy
I cried like a baby when they shot down Dean
I raised hell doing farmwork but was not lazy
School was a blast but math work I wasnt too keen.

Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone.
Life weary, so hungry I could eat a dry bone one.
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Looking back at this life, where were the breaks my due.


Robert J. Lindley, 6-08-2023
16 VERSE SONNET , WITH 12 SYLLABLES
EACH VERSE

Note_
My life in my youth was anything but dull.
I worked as a club bouncer, farmhand, factory working manager 4 times, carpenter, roofer, bricklayer, metal fabricator, even worked at a car repair  once.

Alabaster Skin

Fragile as alabaster white dry as your sin 
so sweet I want to caress to cradle and suffocate.

I feel that dry course texture of alabaster 
and sin, the skin you are in, I feel the sand in my teeth…

The tang of its bitter taste the smell of parchment
dry as desolations rage, I recoil at the touch of your alabaster skin.

I feel the bones without and within brittle as suicide of time you sit with that sinister grin n that hellacious light in you inner eyes, spin!

I figure you are the one to be waiting before the son with the blade as sharp and keen slicing your alabester skin.

Slicing away your dry fragments of sin I keep it all in the dry rot of my mind the turn of my stomach 
I want to cress and suffocate…

Your candlelight…

The lies that the eyes tell, that watch me caressing your delicate skin all alabaster and white dry as stone and l...

Fragile as alabaster white dry as your skin 
so sweet I want to suffocate all, within!

as fragments of you drift 
over and around 
like the sand 
thought 
the hourglass…
Alabaster Skin

Fossilitis Ignoratious

If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.

Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.

In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.

Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.

Queen Spring

My name is Mrs. Spring
I can do some pretty wondrous things
And 
Hidden beneath my heart felt sprinkles
Are dew drop star wishes of morning light twinkles

My all time favorite color is every bit of green
And my magic allows me to change from winter into spring
But
Master Winter cannot seem to do anything in rhythmical flow
And he even turns my precious rain right back into hellacious snow

Birds begin to move once again and I love to hear them whistle
Mamma bears and cubs cautiously appear making spring become official. 

Buds branch out from leaf baring trees and then flowers fall from the skies
Children begin to grin again splashing in puddled rainbows; precious sparkles in their eyes.

She's quite the sight to see; is that seasoned Mrs. Spring
Earning her keep to remain Queen Mrs. Spring, loving mother to nature and goddess of green. 

You can always see why I mean just by the way we all turn green whenever we step outside, about to be greeted by the majestic, Mrs. Spring!

The end 
3/19/17

Hilarity At Hillary Popularity

Hilarity At Hillary Popularity

Heard they were having much hilarity
With Hillary and all of her popularity
With appearances that are populating 
And her challengers are all hesitating.

They will blatantly need an antidote
No one for them does want to vote
Like plague Republicans are treated
They themselves are being self-defeated.

Self-defeating is a disease these days
Results of it surely will truly amaze
Tearing down those for their own benefit
This is one more thing they should quit.

Positive is pretending people will think
When willing and able to raise a stink
Read Corinthians Two and Beatitudes
When you want to find right attitudes.

So why should I want to be so rude?
Crewed way of seeing world they viewed 
Members have more then one hen-peck
And are extremely red around the neck.

James Voracious Hellacious Horn
Retired Veteran and Profound Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422

Faith Vs Proof

Role play and the Bible

(For melissa, who I met 13 years ago on line ,but off poetry soup)

As a boy I believed the Bible was to he taken on Faith and this be truth
Then I hit 40 ,Melissa was__ , uh uh guy , there has to be some PROOF.
there is a U and there is an I..but WE together can do it..
So let the ship a sailing through space ,c'mon slick let's get to it.
Years later I tried to email melissa , she simply sent me away.
Lewis....we have gone too far like Maximillan on the Cygnus in the black hole movie
That's all there is to say.
Lewis my dear friend you were right , it is a matter of faith.
Forsaking all I trust him , Christ....and upon him wait...
Yes, we opened doors of p reception that are meant to remain closed
To prove Gods Holy word. That was wrong. Take it on Faith as springs rose.
Oh I will never forget you melissa...visiting my Cygnus ship...
Thank you for the wild crazy ride through the black hole....one ......hellacious...trip



"Dr Hans Reinhardt...USS Cygnus"


Based on the movie the black hole 1979

Roasting Prince Louie Of, Hellacious Acres

Long long ago and far far away, lived an angel better known this day....
As Lucifer with big bright eyes and much bigger, dreams ? Twas a lovely lad
Blessed his majestic voice in that be, crystal waters; her cherubs adored this child
Perhaps you see for nothing is always what it seems ? Jettison the light their stars at dawn
Anew as news of time's glass; these stirring images now rippling, through divinities kingdom ?
Bronze her beauty waiting amid the turning stall ? Tugging on tomorrow's reins; and off she lept..
Some say there was a vision; while others believe surely it were a cause ? Either be we all agree; joyfully.

Dukes, Fops and Trollops

Hellacious howls tickle and titillate 
the trompeleil scene
 in the pastel Court of Kings.

Flamboyancy rings as the 
 fluttering coo of a rapiers dance  in the hands of fops,
through the high ceilinged corriders of castle     in the chill air 
buzzing past the ears
of the mischievous lillipitians,   yearning,
 egging on yearlings with antiquated filigreed foils.

Ludicrousity runs riot
 trolloping in fandango-clicks of hooker-red
across the quilt-stitched batten puffed blazers 
of Dukes and Pimpernels pompously prancing

 before beatific, porcelain, wig-topped dolls 
rouged and hollow-eyed. 

Chroniclers cavort in the manner of angry bees 
on spindle-pins, their stocking encased legs
 pawing at pedagogs who gawk slack jawed.

Only the puncture of flesh-framed torsos
 brings an end to the melee.


*Melee, generally refers to disorganized close combat 
involving a group of fighters.

Mia

Big-headed buddhist bears more books' brunt
Surreptitiously seeking souls that don't stunt 
His hellacious hang-up for his head 
Despite the data douses his dreams in dread
 
Might this mysterious man meet some mark? 
Maybe he'll muster more masses for the mission 
Dollars to doughnuts, he'll dig deep into the dark 
So the struggle sorta surmounts another's sedition 

Wait, what if he withholds his wearily-wrought wisdom
Lest logical lives likewise lumber the lugubrious labrum? 
Would such a worry will a wanderer within his ways 
Or does this doleful digger's digest die out as he decays?

The Puppet Master

Alone, I ponder my lost condition
Led astray by the son of perdition
Right or wrong will no longer have meaning
Things that I do, forever demeaning

The faint stench of sulfer now fills the air
Haunted by his eyes, his hellacious stare
His laughter mocks me as he claims his prize
The veins on his face are filled with his lies

Tempted, I stoop to a whole new level
Fooled by his voice, I follow the devil
The enchanting smile that covers his face
Now holds me captive, I fall in disgrace

My will now broken, I have no control
For he holds the strings, his puppet, my soul

The Time Temple

the time temple ticks and tocks
clocks on crooked crosses...like zits get popped
like consciesness floods...drowning doomed ones in defeat
tick tock...stop
the time temple breathes

at abomination alters mankind watches and waits...
shaken,spun,and stirred by hellacious hurricanes
seeking precious stones in jungles...thieves get invited to cannibal feasts
war drums bang forever in their damnation dreams
tick tock...stop
the time temple beats

through firey darts and flaming arrows...some still walk that path that's narrow
like iron eagles with silver wings and blood red feathers
chariots of chaos coming with terror
time tick tocks to the sights and the sounds
lost in labrynths the serpent hisses
shots from guns...blasting long but wrong...still missing
fractions of action and figments of all
the deaf,dumb,and blind never listen,look,or learn
tick tock...stop
the time temple burns

anthony_beesley@yahoo.com

"quilted Rugs"

Asses Bray Constantly,

Defiantly Endeavoring Freedom,

Gaining Hellacious Injuries!

Joking Kentuckians Leap

Midgets Near Ohio,

Pondering Quilted Rugs -

Scientists Traveling, Understand:

Vampires Witholding Xrays,

Yodel Zanily!

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