Long Guilt ridden Poems

The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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I pray for your soul not to be damned all because I know the path that you’re on, and I want so much to reach out to you and bring you back to where you...

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She was an Indian Barbie, long curly lash 
And brown complexion. The hair was 
Perfect, shiny black and she had on a small 
Pink gown to cover her 36-24-36 body. 
Last seen, she still had...

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Family love is born in little rooms,
around sofas, settees, dinner plates,
with paternal bond that strengthens and grooms,
unswerving link that lasts till heaven’s gates!

We were such family in a French town,
traditional, true, religious us four,
mother was...

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Plethora of humans (think overpopulation)
directly linkedin to planet Earth dire strait
re: environmental catastrophe, née debacle
teeters along brink tipping point inevitably
pitching civilization headlong into oblivion
Homo sapiens (minus those living off grid)
admirably self sufficient unto themselves,

perhaps ecological...

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No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a...

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Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because...

Lackluster life lived
     as each subsequent day,
a carbon copy
of the one before,
though far from
being clinically depressed, this boar

ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries
    ...

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The Afrikan Diaspora

Includes all of humanity

One great big extended family

Sharing a single commonality

To form one global community

Though throughout our collective history

There has been atrocity after atrocity

Committed with hubris and hypocrisy

Sometimes in the name of democracy

Or...

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Two days have passed and its not over
I'm still ravaged by my gory deed of inaction
Been praying to the gods asking mercy
To forgive me and grant me guts and to be swifter in action

I live...

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Suffocation experienced analogous
to absent echocardiogram
or electroencephalogram blip
(Derek Chauvin - he of
George Floyd infamy) iron maiden grip
linkedin with psyche subjected
to laceration courtesy cruel horse whip
mine inexcusable 
(albeit clueless faux pas)
family members living social in Bend, Oregon
and Oakland,...

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My mind was poisoned with lies about me and mothers past
A portrayal of a woman who abused her young daughter steadfast 
Animosity and pain I felt as I listened to their agonizing deceit
Of a mother...

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It’s been four (long) years. Yes, long - to my dismay.
Some think it goes quickly; RUBBISH! I say.
When you have a child, the days will drag,
The season crawl, and the years can lag.

But onward we...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots,...

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Once there was an average Joe  

You may know  

Named Poe  

Having a soul stirring heart  

To start  

He did his society part  

Right up until riding in the...

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Stopped by Seven Eleven to find absolution...
maybe some triple chocolate Häagen-Dazs'
slice of heaven., a little peace; redemption.  

A lanky guy dressed in jeans and a smile,
one welcomed in a greeting...
walked the parking lot selling...

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A wounded star
                                ...

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Friends don’t pass away, in my heart there you will stay
I miss you and you’re not gone yet
I love you and never told you, friend
I have no words, I have rambling thoughts
I’m scared for you,...

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Water falls in form of rain, attempts to wash away the stain,

the mark of pain upon my face, the reminder of my own disgrace.

I walk in torment through the streets, hang down my head from...

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I wear blinders of my own ignorant
Creation I stumble aimlessly albeit
Backwards into a pile heaped with 
The stench of her own devilish lust 
To feast upon my immortal weaknesses 
I am but a moth still...

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""As I lay silent, burden free
I asked the world to join with me

With my tongue planted firmly in my cheek
I offered answers for the poor and meek

Beware the guilt ridden, for theirs is the earthly...

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His face swinging from ear to ear
A bemused smile lighting up
           His gander gait
Under the burlap mop
        ...

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How many times have I stumbled, weary from the burdens I carried,
Guilt ridden, heavy laden, because my pride I had not buried.
Trusting not in my Savior for this was my doings and I felt like...

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Seduction personified with one turn of 
   her ivory skin,
Eyes of wanted coal watch you with 
   calculated temptation.
Attempting to look away, I hold your 
    gaze.
Without words,...

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Judgement

I write this poem so you can judge me
On my thoughts on truths and whatever be
So this concept of Hell or purgatory
Such as an eternal fire of misery
To me is more of a mystery
To use...

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Touch me but I feel used.
Abused.
I’m often confused. 
I act amused, but it’s a ruse.

If the past stays in the past.
Why am I still running so fast.
And why do I always finish last.
Suffering the aftermath.
No...

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