Come on champ, do it for the story,
for metaphor and allegory.
Get away from me. Are you cracked?
In all your stories, I get whacked.
Give me some space with that cattle prod,
you frustrated Marquis De Sade.
Oops-a-daisy, there goes your head.
Alas, poor thing, you’re tragically dead.
Categories:
marquis de sade, humor,
Form: Couplet
What used to be my face
is now just a facade
Once I was nice
now I'm the Marquis de Sade
Please cry no false tears for me
or say that you've somehow still faith
Keep it up, and I'll metamorphize
from the Marquis to Henry the Eighth
Categories:
marquis de sade, change, england, evil, murder,
Form: Rhyme
Verbal gymnastics
twist the real meaning of this barbarous truth
To kill is called to sanction,
deliver the package is black ops captured proof
Approval of torture
moves a scared society 911 degrees
to the medieval reprobate melting phase
Blood flowers of a Nazi security horticulture
gets pruned and propaganda presented as being vitally necessary
By lovers of the philosophy of Marquis de Sade
Enhanced techniques of interrogation
is such a sterile term
Clinical desensitized dark suit pain inquisitors
favor methods of food and sleep deprivation
Give the screamers an amplified sip of electrical sperm,
treat the enemy combatants like ovulated planarian visitors
Torture is not for the squeamish heart ...
Cruel breakers of the body
like wearing the cloaked title of Roman toga civility
Closely check the polygraph chart,
see the shattered souls lay beaten with eyes empty
Classified secrets justify enhanced techniques;
flayed flesh of revenge satiate their bloodlust need,
give the vampire drinkers a full chalice of grapes of wrath plead
Lovers of life hate crucified words that morally bleed
Categories:
marquis de sade, dark, pain, perspective, truth,
Form: Narrative
RECIPE: "Poulet Roti" French Style - Le Chant Royal (Instalment 4)
(Note: Rhyme scheme of “Le Chant Royal” where capital “E“stands for refrain, thus – Stanza: ababccddedE, Envoi: ddedE)
STANZA III
The idea's to pluck the chicken naked dead
But to keep it alive so long as there's fun
Stick pins and needles all the time on its head
So that when the COQ crows you know the bird's done
Was Marquis de Sade Torquemada's agent
The Socialist Mayor now out on tangent
Wishing spindle glass tower turns ivory
To keep him in power sans democracy
Get henchmen to preach comeuppance damnation
Tighten screws on chicken spit sans clemency
Now that lame bird can't fly away sans nation
ENVOI
Vain Socialist pique harks back to idiocy
Lax morals sport with intellect's papacy
Skinned and spiked chicken calls for condemnation
Do Napoléons fear Waterloo or Holy See
Now that lame bird can't fly away sans nation
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
Categories:
marquis de sade, anti bullying, family, father
Form: Ballade
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 63
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Poïetics the creative process neither
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Who has returned to re-possess carcass to let
If ever one there was what does he remember
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Which Pharoah still sails to lands unknown in debt
Which Zhong Guo Emperor led clay armies conquer
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Yi Jing puts most of it down to whims of climate
The old lay their weary bones down by winter
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
To kill no one first needs bury the hatchet
No Marquis de Sade roughride Justine either
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
Does Death disintegrate essence ultimate
Cult of the Unknown Fear of the Nether
The mystery of Birth holds no great secret
Can Death twin sister of Birth nothing beget
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Categories:
marquis de sade, birth, death, violence,
Form: Villanelle
Oh! Sleep come claim me for thine own
My mind it wanders far and deep
To distant lands and shores unknown
Far beyond this castle keep
To fight for God on land and tide
To make the heathen understand
My kindred brethren at my side
A christian vow a sword in hand
Their foreign tongues and ritual chants
Oh! Lord they know not what they do
Forgive them Lord their ignorance
Their demi-gods they falsely woo
God grant me strength to bare the proof
From those that practice to deceive
Sins of the flesh and cloven hoof
Oh! What a tangled web they weave
'Tis only death and death alone
Will cleanse the soul and purge the mind
As rabid dogs tear flesh from bone
The will of God his axe they grind
The Devils work must ne'er be done
Cross not our path nor bar our way
The Lord our God thy will be done
The Judas tree will rock and sway
No equal nowhere on this earth
Cruel deeds to shame Marquis De Sade
Whilst crimson tides iinfuse the dirt
Our just and holy Lords crusade
For Hell i've seen and made my own
Grant me my Lord my endless sleep
What devils deeds and seeds we've sown
In Christs own name how he must weep
Categories:
marquis de sade, abuse, history, judgement, murder,
Form: Rhyme
A wounded heart
An offense of conscience
Inner struggles
Inspirations?
Or in desperation do I dip this pen
Deep within the ink wells
So dreadfully crimson
My declarations
Upon this soaked paper bled
The verses LOUDER and BOLDER do shout!
My injuries from a cruel world
That must be heard!
Every rhyme and every reason
Catapulting out, through my stinging words
My soul melts into ink of quill
Becoming one
A channeling vessel
As the broken heart
Spills and spills
This is my message of life
Of how I lived!
The tragedy and torture…
Continues written and left unabridged
At the end...an ironic twist
For now, my heart resides in others
And agony lives on
From where before, it could never have existed!
Categories:
marquis de sade, angst, history, passion, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Sophie's sweat
landscapes
the claret red horizon
thick serum
trickles
from a Sickroom -
a death ward
where cracked knuckles
spatter the fjords
moistening the planks;
bathing the laths of anxiety
‘neath
marquis de sade stumps
Norwegian expressions of death -
agoraphobia
murdering actuality;
the Dance of Life
rapidly burns
as a funeral pyre of Ashes are
seized from
your tribe’s headstone
the stench of brother’s legacy
replaces
a protected breath
and a Dead Mother can
descry muted
caterwauls
between
the Clock and the Bed
the two guardians of quietus
merely exit
this clotted bridge
contemptuously -
in soured and
staled
delight
Categories:
marquis de sade, dedicationdeath, death,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Do you vote your mind
Or court your heart
Acquitting party faithful
Whose lies never grow apart
Do you vote for choice
Or for political extortion
Condemning any candidate
Who decries abortion
Do you vote for jobs
Or rally against illegitimate wars
Picketing the freedoms
Of meat-eating, capitalist stores
Do you vote for education
Or for your ideological slant
Burning a child’s future
For an author’s utopian rant
Do you vote for tolerance
Or against an intangible God
Eschewing the zealotry
Of the Marquis de Sade
Do you vote for security
Or against the rule of law
Extolling revolution
Because government has flaws
Do you vote for independence
Or draw your party’s line
Gerrymandering objectivity
For rancor’s incestuous design
Do you vote for healthcare
Or how much you make
Insuring the suffering of patients
Whom doctors won’t take
Do you love America
Or simply love to hate
Voting for the integrity
Of our democratic state
Categories:
marquis de sade, introspection, life, philosophy, social,
Form: Dramatic Monologue