I looked at my dog and felt nothing but envy.
Gumdrop nose between beaty eyes.
You feel no pain, no sorrow.
You pee on the carpet and get fed from a blue bowl.
Your cousin died and you
did not even know.
Blissful is the world when the power of deep contemplation
does not exist.
A rotten mitt and one tooth hanging on yet
Your tale waggles on.
When rain falls at evening’s brink,
And evening gathers black,
Something stirs for you in me
It settles solemnly on my chest
A weight that will not be removed.
When rain begins at morning’s grey,
And dawn is dim and thin,
That same small stirring wakes again,
It rises like a wandering breath
And will not leave me bare.
MORBID-19
Gain of function? *
Fauci says it's fiction **
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Globalist propaganda
What's their agenda?
Trusting the media
I welcome mRNA
Second shot
Side effects appear
Should I mutineer?
As I wrangle my fear
The next jab I cheer
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I feel an intense pain
Clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
Notes:
* Gain of function (GOF) is research to make a pathogen x10 to
x100 times more dangerous than normal.
** Anthony Fauci; infectious disease expert, director of NIAID,
funded Coronavirus GOF research in Wuhan lab in China.
He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
Body rejects itself,
Bone-dry and like a furnace,
It burns alive, kill
It is sand, dead
Dig two graves,
Refuse to rot,
This isn’t revenge.
Hate the body,
It’s nothing but problematic.
One ear open,
Stay somewhat conscious.
Maggots crawl in the body, tearing under the skin,
Refuse to rot, feel it inside-out.
Fling a rope,
It will not reach,
YOUR BODY isn’t strong enough.
People always have morbid fascination of matters where they lack the capacity to understand
Terrify my existing smile with cynical
illusions.
Vilify resisting my vile physical life into
ruins.
Paralyze conflicting denial of my mental
delusions.
Ashamed I wither in sadness
whispers.
Remained bitter & madness
triggers.
Blamed a quitter so callous it
hinders.
Deranged & I see horrid
scenes.
Unexplained & it was me in distorted
dreams.
Feigned & free my Morbid
Screams.
Dappled twilight etches broken shadows
Wandering mountain breeze rustles the leaves
Last flocks of birds wing back to their nests
Evening turns grey with the sun sneaking out of sight
Mind too darkens with fears illusory and real
Emotionally drained and heart broken
Feeling trapped and ensnared in the confines of homes
Life is no longer the way it used to be
An unseen killer- Corona virus is striding nonchalant
Dust of silence settles on cobalt streets
They lie vacant without the thud of hurrying feet
People lock inside, grateful for just being alive
Without a touch, a hug or even a word of farewell
Human bodies are licked by flames in forlorn pyres
Sadly they are deserted as contagious garbage
Unclaimed even by the nearest, demanding quick disposal
Night seems endless, caught in a web of diabolic desolation
All that surrounds is silence and we play a losing game
At what point in time will this maze come to a stop?
When will we come out from whirls of dark to swirls of light?
31 Dec. 2021
Corona virus( Covid. 19) Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Robert James Liguori
I could die right now and I wouldn't mind.
Sooner or later you would find, for so long,
I've had this death wish of mine.
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Springtime leach's wings speak a lot
Back to rock n' roll
I've been to Mars still never let hopes
In flyin' around the world
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
Riverside fresh, beaches of green
Really melodic peaches of leaves
Dancin' along, ready for any brawl
Back to rock n' roll
Time soon turns over
No more time to do things slower
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Seaside salty, beaches of sand
Really melancholic shrieks of leaves
Singin' all day in a lot of woes,
Back to rock n' roll
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll!
Autumn-time its morbid limbs alone
In silence beg for more
Our time to spin round the world,
Back to rock n' roll
Fistful figurative piece of word
Back to rock n' roll
(A typical example of poetic Rock Songs' Lyrics)
M-orbid
A-trocity's
R-abidity
L-ets
Y-ucky
N-astiness
P-lague
O-ur
N-ation
T-o
I-nflict
G-rief
O-r
N-uisance
Topic: Birthday of Marlyn B. Pontigon (June 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
V-iral
I-nfection's
K-iller
R-abidity
A-pplies
M-orbid
S-pread
E-ndangering
T-he
H-umanity
Topic: Birthday of poet Vikram Seth (June 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orbid
A-nd
R-abid
I-nfection's
E-eriness
A-pplies
N-oxious
N-astiness
D-uring
R-aging
E-pidemic
A-s
F-lu
L-ets
O-utbreak's
R-isk
E-mploy
S-ilence
Topic: Birthday of Marie Anndrea I. Flores (June 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-bate
I-nvisible
L-ink's
E-erie
E-pidemic
N-eatly
E-rasing
V-irus
A-nd
R-abid
D-irt
O-f
M-orbid
E-nemy
Topic: Birthday of Aileen B. Evardome (June 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orbid mystery implements
Y-ucky spread and contagion;
R-abid risk and vicious virus
A-pply invisible infection.
M-orbid mystery employs
O-nerous outbreak and menace;
S-ilent snowball uses
T-errible threat of sickness.
O-bliterate the lethal
L-ink of jeopardy;
E-liminate the dreaded danger,
S-top the morbid mystery.
Topic: Birthday of Myra N. Mostoles (June 16)
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