Putrid Poems

PUTRID MICROCOSM

One more turn in this chaotic journey,
The same nightmares to paint this apocalyptic reality.
Traitors, hypocrites, liars, the jealous, the hateful and the slanderers darken my dreams.
Forced to blaspheme just to gain the attention of the Universal Force.
A few victims, a few indelible scars to be seen as legitimate in the eyes of hell.
I shook hands

THE KILLING FIELDS

This horrendous Cambodian war-time story,
Ends with Cambodian glory,
Journalists forged a strong friendship within hard cruel times,
It is one of the best movies ever and all so true,
These two men Sydney Schanberg and Dith Pran
In the face of horrific adversity
Face death, threats, imprisonment, catastrophe,
Yet together, help and document about a hovering 
Communist strategy.


The Vietnam war at

Putrid Peace Plan for Israel

Lasting peace since time began, was never won nor made by man.
Treaties are made, then hastily broken, like cheapened, tin cans.

Israel was just offered to capitulate to all inhumane, demands of Hamas?
Those antedeluvian, October genocidists~are our leaders in DC smoking 
fetid grass?

Our own USA, is sadly, way out of political, educational and moral control.
While empty

Putrid

Wayward are my thoughts
Too putrid to feel redeem
Lies are my comfort

Putrid Husk

Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. 
Just a short distance around the corner. 
We never believed we ought to grow old.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. 
With haunting souls through agony and gold
Time spent, memories formed, air of scorner.
Winning light, summer's abate autumn's cold. 
Just a short distance around the corner.

Written: March 1st, 2023

Putrid Putin

Putins invasion is his perverse fun
But we all know he's a murderous hun
When Ukraine counter attacked
Putin's generals were sacked
And soon had Vlad Putin's scum on the run...




Tie up mad Vlad and smear him with honey
Then film it for YouTube and make money 
Fill his fat mouth with fire ants
In his eyes and down his pants
Hearing

Small Fart

no one knows him in the room
except by loss of breath
greeted as unwelcome guest
his stinking scent is death
noses wrinkled in disgust
when sensed this gust of wind
all souls beneath his sickly scent
are far too quickly pinned.
inhaled in gasps of shortened breath
each person feels impending death.
Surprised, all eyes begin to scan
so desperate for a breeze or fan.
Feeling

God Said Poetry Putrid

poetry putrid
God said and have flipped my lid
acted like a kid

Jim Horn

You can apply this to many people.

Trump and Putrid Lips

Trump's Putrid Lips Up Would Pucker,    
Seeming to think we were some sucker;
Useless;
Clueless,
And out some things sure is a shucker.

Putrid Petulance

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Poems Are Putrid

Poems Are Putrid

Fund out that my poems are putrid;
And then what a weird thing I did;
Wanted place,
With no trace;
Have buried them and are now hid.

Jim Horn

Kappa Kappa Putrid Pi

Kappa Kappa Putrid Pi

In fraternity
Kappa kappa putrid pi;
Transcript someone stole.

Story of Trump's life.

Jim Horn

Putrid Stones

Your perception is obsolete,
dried up like the blank stare of an empty well.
 
I’ve seen you before,
prostrate to television news history,
casting your putrid stones
into a sea of fear.
 
Even a dog has the capacity
to reasonably tolerate its own species.

And you call all of this God.

Putrid Road Kill

I now know how Loudon Wainwright III was inspired.
What happened to me was what I never desired.
I have to consider this one of my darker episodes.
Nocturnal creatures called skunks often cross the roads.
They have a defense mechanism that keeps predators away.
To describe what it is, I don’t need much to say.
Driving on the road, I

Putrid Waste

You cowered away;
Just enough days,
To avoid certain death;
Maybe.

But while your absence, 
Indeed, 
Properly pacified me;
Bet you never guessed,
When your unlucky day would be!

The water’s scalding,
As you’re showered,
With vicious fists;
You lonely coward!

Onlookers;
Whose normal views of violence are appalling, 
Raised from their chairs,
With smiling stares,
Burst into laughter and applauding.

Battered.
Beaten to a Pulp.
Blood clot;
Fused with snot.
Such a Savory

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