maggots in the bread
still there is life though it stinks
I begin the day
Categories:
maggots, life,
Form: Haiku
Wars are caused by politicians
Who then cower at the rear:
Wars are fought by soldiers from
Patriotism, duty, or plain fear
Of the consrequences if
They just refused to go.
If they all had the courage
To just stand and say no,
To be made examples of,
To be imprisoned or worse
Or the many other threats
They would use to coerce,
Would those same politicians
Go fight their own fight
Or would they rather talk to
Peacefully put things right.
They speak their fine words
That most despicable brood
Then prepare to fight to the
Last drop of another’s blood..
Our heads should hang in shame
For allowing ourselves to be led
By that breed of maggots who
Feed on the remains of our dead.
Every man and woman is fallible
But that is no excuse
For any Politician’s cynical
Open disregard and abuse.
Power without responsibilty is
Currrently what it’s all about:
The Law should be updated to
Bring past Leaders to full account.
Categories:
maggots, anger, judgement, political,
Form: Rhyme
The maggots
One morning in the village, millions of maggots
At the cemetery appeared protesting about hunger.
They merged into a big fat pink ball with tiny feet
chanted: we want more corpses, the supply side
has let us down
It had been hitherto a healthy village few people died
those who did were elderly with meagre flesh
The day after the covid struck, the supply was fine
despite nurses and doctors valiant work to stop
this avalanche of untimely death.
As for the maggots, not a pip from, say, complaining
of too much to do.
Categories:
maggots, death, evil,
Form: Sonnet
Maggots
If ejaculated semen
From millions of seafarers
Over a hundred years.
Think of this floating loneliness
had met up and formed
An Island.
And up from its depth
Sprung the unborn
Like larvae
Whose only contact
With mothers
Depended
On what the seaman
was dreaming at the time.
Not a new Atlantis emerging
But an island
Of tedium
And tired desire.
Not on a chart
To see its existence
So, be careful when dreaming.
Categories:
maggots, betrayal, blessing, break up,
Form: Blitz
OVERLOOKED BEAUTY MY PRETTY MAGGOTS
Beautiful as the tan, brown, red, black, white centipede be;
Beautiful worm-like the fly egg geometrically pretty to me;
Moist shiny, slimy don't know where your head is not an issue;
As you may clean infected wounds of dead and decaying tissue;
Attachment to the dead/raw flesh titillates me lit bug overlooked beauty so innocent;
Bibliographical you're overlooked beauty role breakdown dead animal, pretty maggot;
10/27/18
For Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest
Sponsored by:Jesse Rowe
Categories:
maggots, analogy, confusion, cool, creation,
Form: Couplet
Human Maggots
If ejaculated semen
From millions of seafarers
Over hundred years
Think if this floating loneliness
Had met up and formed
An Island
And up from its depth sprung
The unborn like larvae
Whose only contact
With mothers were what
The seaman
Was dreaming of at the time
Not Atlantis re- emerging
But an island born out of tedium
And tired desire
Not on a chart
To find its existence
So be careful when dreaming.
Categories:
maggots, angst, desire, divorce, dream,
Form: Chastushka
My demons have got a hold on me
I can feel their presence when I sleep
Pulling me down into this great abyss
Filling my joy with sorrows emptiness
Dragging my soul across the coals of hell
Where the arid land is filled with hopes decaying smell
Maggots eat upon the dead flesh of my rotted faith
From a God I once loved but now have learned to hate
The bible tells me there is a better day
But that day has come and now its passed away
Im no longer buying the bull*****this world has to sell
I closed that bloody book of holy wars and say oh well
Silence has now become my only friend
And my fear has become its own unto the bitter end
I can hear you knocking, but I won't adhere
Because Lord your no longer welcomed here
I have tried to do things Your way
And it ripped the smile from my face
Now my Lord and demons can not kill what isn't there
I say **** it all into the darkness where I disappear
Categories:
maggots, absence, addiction, conflict, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
Maggots, maggots
oh lord, maggots
they’re crawling through the
cracks between the wood
and they’re
swimming through the mountains
of trash
in the white plastic bag that
we left on the deck
and they’re
writhing on the floor
before my feet
like
hostages at the mercy of
their keeper.
Maggots, maggots
oh lord, maggots
I’m running through the
house taking deep breaths
and I’m
tearing off my red dress
and my
fiance’s red jacket
(the cats are meowing)
and I’m
opening the door
to the bathroom
and
turning on the hot, hot water
of the shower.
Maggots, maggots
oh lord, maggots
I think I see them
crawling on my toes
and they’re
climbing up the shower
walls and
drowning in the drain water
pooling in the tub
and they’re
scooting up my legs
but wait, there are
no
maggots here, no maggots in the
shower, none.
But now what am I
to do with the
real ones?
Categories:
maggots, angst, funny, red,
Form: Free verse
Crank the handle and separate the shards.
We are an island clustered only by the venom of the fight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
Wisdom rots the wilted bone and sparks
The night ablaze with inequalities unmeasured height.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.
Good men excuse the bad and suffer for their parts
A paper rain in Berlin, bricks of wealth alight
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
Decadent rag-land waif jumps the queue, she starts
To feed Mother Nation to machines, a glory of blood and blight.
Crank the handle and separate the shards.
They collapse and we are forced the cards
Of Death and Hanged Man as starved finances lit the night
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
In requiem, in mausoleum of memory their guards
Are floods of propaganda to the world, our broken bulb once bright.
Crank the handle and separate the shards
Left baited, hungry by the capsize for the sharks.
Categories:
maggots, history, loss, people, war
Form: Villanelle
so effortless
really to delude yourself,
to disown and hide away
your own maggots
of insecurity
by forcing yourself
to believe they cannot
be yours, therefore,
they must belong
to someone else.
Categories:
maggots, introspection, people, philosophy,
Form: Verse