Monstrously Poems | Examples

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Monstrously Machievellian

Demonic pedagogic

Ominously Orwellian

Demagogic logic 

Fools’ Musk-ovite mules

Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist

Dickensian dystopia rules

Google last post bugle 

Fossil fuels myopia drools

Bellicose Bezos blows

Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey

Unions demonstrate

Amazon defenestrate 

Hades Gates hierarchy

In the dock

Murdoch foxy skulduggery

Poxy TikTok runs amok

Crass puns..shock thuggery

This lot don't give a jot
.
Bitter sh**ter Twitter

Greedier needier seedier

The death of mass media

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Ego

You never ignore yourself.
You....a finger pointing nowhere.
You flap; make waves,
what else you got?
A flashy kite with no sky
that's what.

If a vulture and a jellyfish
gave birth to an offspring,
they would name it: Ego.

A monstrously beautiful blob was told
what it was and was not,
the term, 'monstrous blob,'
was, of course, never mentioned.

Identity rose up like a hissing cobra,
the blob believed what it was told.
First thoughts set like concrete.

Ego always thinks that everyone is against him,
even when they are applauding him,
it was always nothing more than an airbag,
that could be easily inflated or deflated.

Great and talented egos arose:
Gehgis Khan, Aristotle, Starlin, Copernicus
Mozart, Julius Caesar, and, of course, you -
all sprung from that parent trap.
The good the bad, the oppressed
and victors, all the winged jellyfish
floating through time
and most everyone
never once ignoring themselves -
not for one moment.

Fly away eagle, swim away jellyfish,
heaven and hell were always inside us,
and we never guessing,
that we were this monstrously beautiful
bag of wind always likely to burst,
if one day
we got lucky.

The Creative Womb

Artists give birth, male of female;
we have this ever-churning womb;
embedded in the restless blood,
a gravid ghost in the gut and groin
that seeks to be born.

It is a pre-life more alive then its parent.
That blind infant pushes through all flesh
it howls, it shoves, it kicks
until something appears in this world
as a tangible child - an appendage,

as one more monstrously revealing angel
of our illegitimate selves.

How Many Fiddlers In a Faerie Band

How many fiddlers are there in a faerie band?
It was a legitimate question, but I had no idea.
I decided to find out the eve of  Summer Solstice.
On this day the faerie orchestra is usually the loudest.

I hid in tall weeds, sitting on a thorn, unfortunately.
I listened with my psychic ears and watched with fox eyes.
The faerie band came along shortly; rustling the violets.
They were dainty, deliberate, deliciously demure and delightful.

Their music was merrily and monstrously melodious.
Their smiles were wider than the western plains.
Their skipping and hopping were so much fun to watch!
I forgot to count the fiddlers until after they were gone.

Waking To New Dawn, Its Deafening Roar of Silence

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Then there are words that we fear to ever openly say
Like how our past view of life-this evil world, sets our paths askew
Like icicles crashing down into a bottomless gray
And those things we fear to face because they are new-
A move from peace and comfort into a faraway place
Or valleys, one so rightly would fear to ever tread
And death's unwelcomed blow with its monstrously wicked face
Or perhaps even greater, when we face - lonely silence instead.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-16-2022
( Facing The Infinite Depths Of The Void )

Frankenstein's Tea Party

When people speak of Frankenstein, they often seem quite shaken
But if that name evokes the beast, they're monstrously mistaken.
For Frankenstein does not portray the nameless weird creation
But rather Shelley's choice for his creator's appellation.
So if this Victor Frankenstein should choose to throw a party
Inviting all his scientific friends and those more arty,
He'd first provide refreshments then recite them all a story
Involving an experiment with life and all things gory.
Concluding with the statement 'To play God just isn't wise
For it is highly likely to occasion one's demise.'



31.08.21

Time To Succeed

A lot of reasons to cry
A lack of reasons to smile

 Shall I cry 
Or once again try

My heart is daunting
My mind is pondering

Time has ended
My luck has fainted

My mind has amended
But my innerself is not contented

Again I collapsed with my failure
Again I cried at my failure

But this time I won't lose hope
Its my last innings

I won't lose hope 
Untill I keep working hard on my goal

I shall World hard excreedingly
And once again win monstrously

Then I shall have alot of reasons to smile
But none reason to cry

I Thoroughly Enjoy Dialogue With Second Continuity

Such pipedream regarding
winning bucket loads of cash,
would make monetary woes
in an instantaneous flash
mine dentures no longer
will futilely grind and gnash,
cuz I would undergo oral surgery
and simultaneously acquire

mush sought after gumption,
where dental implants
could offer million dollar smile
mastication boring full force
while I monstrously, yet easily mash
the most unpalatable pop slop
made with tender loving care
courtesy the missus.

Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
play key role to alleviate paroxysms
debilitating bouts of anxiety and panic attacks
wracked these lovely bones
during their roaring twenties
severely impinging potential to relish
joys and sorrows present within mein kampf

vast stretches of life sabotaged
courtesy mental health challenges,
thus I acknowledge miracle of modern medicine
particularly prescription medication
(iterated within first line of this verse),
which allows, enables and provides
blessed escape illness noggin tortured.

Awesome Breeze To Zephyr

an awesome
benevolent blowy breeze
cleverly concealed, contrived
dastardly deeds of destruction
expressing excitement and enthusiasm
for faithful forever forest firs
giving giant gusts gorgeous guesses
however hardy hemlock heralded heavy happiness
independently indulged, indigenous illuminations illustrated
juxtaposed joyous jumping jiggly junipers
kibitzing killer kleptomaniacal kittens
lounging luxuriously as lemon laughing laborers lollygagged 
making monstrously melodic memory music
nebulously needing neverland’s notorious Neptune
Ostentatiously ogling oleander’s offending odors
Promoting promenading, prick preening pines
Quashing quarrelsome Quixotic quails quickly 
Reaching Red Oaks’ rhyming rhythm
Securing sassy sexy, sensual sequoia’s secrets
Tantalizing teasing talk toward trees’ temperatures
Understanding unspoken underlying Unitarian underlays
Vexing various variegated veins 
Washing wonderful walnuts’ wanderlust
‘xacting ‘xasperating ‘xcitement
young, youthful, yipping
zephyr!

The Dinosaur Song

Wag your tails in agreement
my big-footed band,
there’s nothing can beat us
in dinosaur land!
Fear not for tomorrow
for we wear the crown,
eat your fill of the forest,
then trample it down.

Don’t weep for the injured,
the small and the frail,
the more you can eat them
the strong will prevail.
So gorge on the world and get
monstrously large,
and thus will our species
stay always in charge.

Wag your tails if you hear me, 
my tiny-brained friends,
for night-time approaches,
the big sleep descends.
Don’t listen to rumours
Now floating about,
For sure, there is nothing
That can wipe us out.

A Rattling Rhyme

O, Basilisk keeping across the unsinkable surface of water,
desperately fleeing the terrible hunger of monstrously ravenous mouths,
supported by ripples of light,
as adrenaline, faith and delight appear to allow the impossible task of traversing the river of night, as the bluegills below the remarkable sight of a lizard escaping a death of forsaken repose effervesce with a watery awe,

is an ingenuous talent as yours unremittingly earned?

Aug 28, '18

B C a Flame

B. C. A Flame
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All day long, we are under this orb, orangey, pink in hue.
We see it through the ghosts, the essences we once knew.

Helios, on his voyage over this blanket of cremated life, flies.
Unfortunately, only he, not we, doth see beautiful blue skies

while we, under this monstrously heavy blanket of  gray,
have yet been able to view a cloud or a clear blue sky day.

B . J .“ A ” 2
October 5th 2017

Lumina's Light

Lumina’s Light 

Light had faded in reflection from start to finish bitter battered final end
Bright mirror’s prisms a blinding darkened prison in her luscious name

Long lost love conceived in lust and lustre looming large from liquored loins
Undone contaminated utterly unscripted used usurped unleashed by man in
Manic malice corrupted massacred monstrously moving through murky mud
Innocent inconceivably conscripted to illness indecision incisive icicles imbibed
No nascent numinous naivety just noxious narrative concealed in naked novelty
Arrived at audacious ardour converted authenticity anticipated from her axes

Life had burnt Lumina’s candle at both ends from start to finish in a never ending
Loop towards atrocity and back from awful angst to loops and loops of loneliness

Long last she searched her name for lighter meaning for Life Ubunthu Magnitude
Illustrious Namely Absolution and shone in radiant light of who she truly was

26th July 2017

A Deluge In My Heart

A Deluge In My Heart

My heart is a titanic in the middle of the sea
Waiting for the ocean waves to rise monstrously
Emotions have now become ice-bergs
As my sightless heart crashes into the bergs
Like a blind bird crashing into a tree
My titanic being devoured by the sea

Pain of all the lies and betrayals
Have left my heart with lines and trails
Causing a leak behind my eye 
Tears dropping down to my heart
Leaving an abrupt deluge in my heart 
My heart is flooded and my brain left dry

My heart like a ruby panting fire
That burns all form of life and feeling
Making excuses of how it is a form of healing
Saving only what is pure and will survive
Gnarly rising, the deluge is reign now
Slowing the fire down not realising how
It is purifying the dark pines 
That are sharp and painful like sewing needles
The deluge left my heart deserted and feeble.

March

Chromium pure
tell me why
we are still
unsure

Polishing new
ivory soft
til it breaks
in two

If it's not real
If no one's to blame
then why does blood
still clog the drain

When machines reveal
the true faces
when the exchange fails
in empty places

We wont deny
how brightly 
how blinding
the ichor shines

We can't deny
how real
how monstrously
we were blind

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