Long Culpa Poems

“The Splice of Life”



When colour 
was to be 
washed out
of the world 

the evil ones 
didn’t care

the Actor led 
with his 
Dementors 
either side of him

Laundry, 

they resolved 
to be the best 
pristine method 
for...

Read More

The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest”...

Read More

“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

Read More

The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest”...

Read More

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest” known for evil, death,
and lost souls. This...

Read More

"The Monochrome Echo Chamber"




How many Roads
to "IT"
Black 
as Black & White? 
or Unicorns and Rainbows?

Unitarian 1 and only 1 
Trinitarian 3 exist in 1 
An answer 
arrives 
unheralded 

Reversed in Time
Something 
has lit the fuse
Something...

Read More

No hay nadie más a quien culpar, yo causo mi propia soledad Soy la razón por la cual mi corazón está destrozado en dos Me miré al espejo y a esa persona que apenas conocía...

Read More

Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind...

Read More

War is never nice and friendly
Make no error about it
Invasion is war, death of a country
Nostra culpa est
There is no amicable invasion
Obviously, this is an egregious violation
Of a country’s sovereignty,
Respect, honor and dignity
Sure, it is...

Read More

I live in a small pueblo where every day or so

my neighbours sweep the pavement to keep

their side of the road clean and pick up the litter


And I like Beppo the Street Sweeper in Momo

by...

Read More

Mea Culpa, but I Plead not Guilty.

Safe at home,
it was an ordinary day.
I was on PoetrySoup,
reading poems, page by page.
And then, the house shook,
I ran outside,
and to my surprise a light,
shining down from the sky,
lifted...

Read More

L o v e, a withering star ~
awakened amidst silence
that swirls through the night sky
like fairy lights,
i l l u m i n a t i n g
the maze of midnight
with kaleidoscopic traces
of what once...

Read More

There was a man who did a deed,
though not of hate, or even greed
'twas innocent, or so he thought
'til everyone was overwrought

They crossed their arms 
and stomped their feet,
one sent out an angry tweet
another just...

Read More

I believe that each of us lives a predestined life, one that has been arranged and organized for continuity. We are oblivious to such effects as we live out our lives accordingly, as ordered by...

Read More

MEA CULPA


If it is dirty, yours truly.
A child is crying, what did I do?
A cloud blocks the sun, must be my attitude.

A word said unkindly.
They must have learned from me.
For I am as unrespectful as...

Read More

Written: March 12. 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
            ******************

I wonder if you cared when you cried,
I wonder if you cared apropos of...

Read More

On the Loss of a Friend (Who Still Lives!)

Though it happens quite seldom, a friendship can wither and die
on the vine when we don't see it coming, and pain smokes a peace
pipe with loss. Do...

Read More

IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXVII

IF you pull a long repentant face
It avails you to pull it where no one sees you pray
For forgiveness though not after being caught outright losing face
A...

Read More

The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of...

Read More

Freddie 

Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well

I read...

Read More

What if..?
The snake had not deceived the first human to eat that apple.
Like animals—naked, primitive, homeless, wanderers—
We would still have been only the salts of the earth in Eden.

Eating all fruits except those of knowledge...

Read More

We quarreled to bitter, burning degrees 
(you)loving me 
as a tender trespasser 
     a chew toy 
     boy 
demanding compliance 
forced feedings 
down
to sock selection 
(your)conspicuous usage...

Read More

Piedade das pessoas Felizes

Ninguém tem pena das pessoas felizes. As pessoas adoram ter angústias, inseguranças, dúvidas existenciais dilacerantes, porque é isso que funciona na nossa sociedade. 
As pessoas com problemas são sempre mais interessantes. 
E,...

Read More

*Note: This is a tale of honor in which the protagonist refused to tell his lady a truth which would have broken her heart, so instead he allows her to believe a lie, although it...

Read More

Some time ago, when we were free to do;
       ten I was, or twelve?
I walked along a misty lane to school
the etched patterns of ferns and trees
  on my window when I awoke
  ...

Read More