Obey
When we were young, everything was easy.
Work was simple, school came second nature.
A career and dreams, hopes and adventures…
Reality is a fact, that sets like the sun,
altogether too early.
People lie to get what they want.
They do not change, as much as they reveal,
themselves.
What was funny before, irritates.
What was cute, now is simply stupid.
No patience, no enjoyment, no thought.
Chattel bought and paid for in advance.
“I am” the head of house, “I am” the King of all.
Spoken profanely against all that is right.
“You will cling, and I will use,
my fight… is airtight.
I win!”
Wake up cow, you have not yet been to the meat house.
The knife has not cut your throat, the hammer has not beaten your head.
There is yet time.
Go over the wall,
kick him in the teeth,
run for the gate,
it is not too late.
A life is waiting, just beyond, free from ties and hate.
A place where you are not a prize… or trophy.
Accepted
Categories:
profanely, abortion, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Sir Rule, Ian Ballew and Ock, a marine
set off on a houseboat to study
the difference between greenish-blue and bluish-green.
The deep blue sky on that fog-foggiest of days
they mistakenly thought was the sea
which explains why to us, when they saw a green haze -
Ian whooped, "It's a film on the water!" And so...
Sir Rule smirked, "Ock, go get us some popcorn and Pepsi."
Ock started to cuss, "---, why do I always have to go?
Since blue means profane and if naive spells out green,
Who wins the Oscar? It's not hard to see -
greenish-blue, naively-profane - Ock, a marine.
or if you prefer:
bluish-green, profanely-naive - still Ock, a marine.
Author's Notes: The names in this piece are puns for the colors, cerulean blue and aquamarine. No reflection on the hard working Marines who serve our country so well.
Categories:
profanely, 11th grade, color, imagination,
Form: Verse
pathetic,
pitiful &
pigheaded
perry
peddling his
propaganda by
preying on the
populace,
painting a
picture of the
“popular
pious
politician,” who
profanely
prays for
profit,
professing his
partisan
poisonous
pledges to the
predominant
party leaders,
potential donors &
practioners in his
parish of
paranoid
pro-lifers & anti-gay rights
pontificators, who are
pushing for his
potential run in the republican presidential
primary.
Categories:
profanely, life,
Form: Free verse
Within my breast I carry ancient death;
Its face is pale and white as marbled clay.
Consumed with guilt, I struggle for each breath
Still sour with napalm death of yesterday.
The fractured colors formed behind my lids
Are monumental rainbows round a pit
Where hues of crimson-reds crisscross the grids
Profuse in bloody lines and squares to fit.
Profanely perfect patterned memories
Of riddled bodies huddled on the ground,
Where bloated skin slips off fatalities
As ragged maggots slither-squirm around.
The jungle flora breathes forth mystic sighs
As soldiers wander through symbology.
They see suspended phantoms' floating eyes;
A catapult to horrid memory.
No temple of communion colonnades!
No transubstantiation in the heat!
No priestly servants hidden in the glades!
No promises of paradise wrapped neat!
Categories:
profanely, war,
Form: Quatrain
In just one moment I’ll bear my soul
Thoughts and conclusions for time to keep
Should peaceful sleep and silent dreams
Relieve us of our maladies
In a moment by a moments’ decree
Incited by a restless yearning
Though no magistrate of liturgy
To assign the words to ascend these delusions
And define these days with justification
For I’ve heard the hallowed voices of reason
This world means business
No time for gleaming
Or the painful pondering of poets dreaming
Wearily wasting away their lives
With their wounded hearts and tired eyes
Unlike he who professes the business of business
Profanely pompous and white with wisdom
And as the world was spinning on your finger
Lives in the balance as you linger
My senses dulled by your acrid drone
Subjecting my scorn, biting my tongue
But all of us and everyone
Are like vessels scattering to open seas
With twisting wave and driving current
And reckless winds driving us farther
Away from where we want to be
But there, on the not so distant horizon
All our purpose and our destiny
Revealed and confirmed in a single moment
In a moment by its’ own decree
Categories:
profanely, introspection, world, business, time,
Form: I do not know?