Long Foul smelling Poems

On the canvas of a cold, grey, winter sky,
In large black letters above the Iron Gate,
Read the message: "Arbeit Macht Frei".
A shrewdly sinister, propagandist lie,
Designed to deceive all of our eventual fate.
This was the very...

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THE GRIM REAPER (JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE) 

The Grim Reaper; again awakens from another well-earned day of sleep
From within the bowels of this cavernous earth, from his cave, so deep

His cloak and scythe;...

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THE GRIM REAPER (JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE)

This Grim Reaper stirs from another well-earned day of heavenly sleep
From within the bowels of this cavernous earth, from his cave, so deep

His cloak and scythe, been...

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Limricks prompted by a comment made by someone today

It's a fact, and no longer just a rumor
Some soup people barf at toilet humor
Have you sniffed your own butt 
It stinks so keep it shut
Pessimism must...

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Jack and Sam
were two inseparable souls
Best friends tend to be like that,
especially if both were born on the same day
They were two good looking kids,
who liked to play rough and tumble
Didn't mind scraping their knees...

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T Salamander enjoyed local fame
down by the creek, there with her daughter.
Prided herself on her inky black frame,
bathing each day in the cool, brackish water.
She set amphibious cold-blooded hearts
on fire, exploding, through black magic arts.
All...

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“Well I am indeed honoured dear Owl” replied Dumpty, thoughtfully he perceived this might be a good time to enquire about what he had witnessed by the river, so without preamble he asked the learn'ed...

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No Eden here, for there’s no snake;
There’s just a thief who likes to take 
The labors of all our hard work.
My blood is boiling, half berserk
Near stripped of reason, one thing’s clear:
I’m settling the score...

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When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise

Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please

The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest...

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Ever the gracious recipient of largesse!

Estrangement swiftly harries stylishly tailors
mine psyche courtesy family of origin, plus
eldest daughter, whose doth rage against this
human machine, albeit yours truly, beatle
browed, black crows, foo fighter (biological
daughter), a presumption aye...

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For contest Sponsored by: (Destroyer ((Poet
My worst poem ever

The sights and the scenes that you might have seen
Will hold no great power or trill
When tonight I regale that wondrous tale
Of the farmer that lived in...

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Penguin the pilchard leapt onto the ice
He flipped and he flopped and arrived in a trice
He took a deep breath and he held it and then
He bellowed with all of his might… “MEN!”

Pilchard the penguin...

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although a group of people sustain their lives beautifying 
everything surrounding them 
insisting that everything is good 
because they are God’s creation

while another group of people  
though they also are humans  
swallow and...

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It took some heavy digging and a lot of clever research.
But scientists have now explained in full detail how evolution works.
Finally it all comes together after much debate and so much time.
(To appeal to the...

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Part 2 - The Great Fire of London, 1666

Just think of a town, put up with no plan, 
where people build houses wherever they can. 
The streets twist and dip, hugging ditches and streams, 
and...

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I walk along a shore 
                 far inland from the roar  
      ...

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Tim had dreamt of magic mountains but was stuck in a snow globe

Luckily there was some antifreeze in the little dome on his desk

Used as a paperweight for discarded inked upon manuscript pages


A complete stark...

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I am a high school graduate and a former college student
I have no children
No drug or alcohol addiction
nor do I have a home
I am one of Brick City's homeless
Many of the faces I've seen downtown...

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from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency

and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won

the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss

perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of

glory fame...

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Masters of Trickery

alien ornithopters filled with pilgrims
gliding in under a full moon
foul smelling unwashed bumbling
hubcap jockeys from artless galaxies
firing bursts of compressed methane
in wanton hypnotic quantities
ended civilization as we know it
the survivors reel in stupor
the...

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Today there's a War of the Words going on
  Today there's a War of the Words.

It's taking place all over this beautiful land of ours
 Polluting our precious air and clear-blue streams
  Muddying...

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~ the traceless figures - leave the deepest traces ~
                         ...

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Garbage Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen


Life is so darn demanding day in and day out,
All the days of wanting to leave and scream and shout,
The vile garbage in my head is completely revered,
As my daily departing procrastination...

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Is it the songs of the chirping bird in the morning?

Or is it the sound of the crickets at night?

It could be the timely crow of the village cockerels in the morning

That has awakened the...

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We were making a tour across Europe
Stopped late down in Chalon-sur-Saône
Checked into the youth hostel after lights out
So I walked up the halls on my own.
My father spoke with the attendant
He was the one who...

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