food fit for palaces
prepared with expert chef's care —
served to a small child
gets an instant revulsion
they're so brutally honest
nature hard-wired tongues
to guard against bitter greens
which could be poison
like veggies appear to be
to a child with veg decree
one bite - that's the pact
then child can eat another
food morsel they like
each taste an invitation
to get braver by tasting
Categories:
revulsion, child, children, food,
Form: Tanka
Enraged raw and spitting
Love warped beyond identity
Ten fingers ready to in-dulge
Sick offerings real men can't abide
Scarring rosette flesh once, always
Memories etched eternal
Blasphemers amuck, still free
Where is the Newberry blade
Cast upon ogres smiling with glee
Revulsion retching tears without salt
Anguish of hopeless helpless men
Protection eludes soul aching ire
Never settle for less than hellfire
Categories:
revulsion, abuse, anger,
Form: I do not know?
What happens when the only light you see
Is the mainstream media’s gaslight?
It’s Plato’s Cave all over again
Except the fire throwing shadows now
Is an official gaslight torch.
Ironic tho’ given the current gaslighter’s revulsion
Of all things fossil fuel.
But gaslight it is.
Although the source of the actual gas
Is still under investigation.
My hunch, my bet, my two cents
Is that the gas in question
Is their own
Since they are all,
To put it nicely,
Full of beans.
(8/3/24)
Categories:
revulsion, political, society,
Form: Narrative
The evil nocturnal creature called Lilith
silently slithers into the realm of man at night
seeking the sycophantic pleasure of pain
as she drinks from a wormwood draught
of hate-filled spew
that pulsates into her veins to fill a vacuous space
where a heart should be
her maniacal demented darkness of psychotic black
colors the embroidery of her flesh of sensual illusion
where her web is woven to invite the innocent heart
into her demonic lair of witchcraft and cauldrons
of poisonous death
to be devoured and then spit out into a slimy glutinous
hellish world of abomination
where Lilith lays naked, covered in blood-soaked skin
of revulsion
laced with bitterness from her cup of loathing
from her sense of not being equal
when the one who gave life to dust gave her breath
and she felt indignant when finding she would lay
beneath the first man giving birth to her hate
Categories:
revulsion, evil, hate,
Form: Free verse
Too bright the world maybe in eyes of different colours,
but wicked eyes do fail to see the light in hearts of others.
With warmth the sun shall shine on souls that overglow,
undoubtful faith in innocent hearts will add to the devils woe.
Signs of revulsion the hateful show on face and in every cry,
with glee and pleasure they are quick to mock with hate in every sigh.
The prideful ones sparkling they are in reflections of shattered mirrors,
but ignorant thoughts will surely lead to a life of a thousand errors.
Envious eyes disguise themselves behind their innocent looks,
but some expose hidden cupidity as words in open books.
Too many shades the world does have for those with great require,
but only colours that bring us joy are what our hearts desire.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Categories:
revulsion, desire, evil, hate, innocence,
Form: Rhyme
Its time now..! To become survivors you must stand.!Thank
God for putting Tim Ballard in contact with those
Who needed to be released.! And there was a reason
For that ! For its so much harder for abused people.!
To get their minds out of (flashbacks)
And self denigration, to beleive they
Can; stand strong.' To not always be burying the
Horrors.! it took an unbattered well ajusted person
Tim Ballard, who in his revulsion at child abuse fought
To support their humanity..Now its up to us survivors
Stand up get up crawl.! to the nearest support and stand.'
If thats what ì takes.? but open your mouths at all costs
Come forward.' you are needed to support these real
Heroes.'
Categories:
revulsion, character, child abuse, conflict,
Form: Narrative
I feel the ire grow
It fuels my revulsion
Needing a repose
Categories:
revulsion, anger, emotions, how i
Form: Haiku
For every relationship
we can rediscover
a season
of increase
and tipping point
toward decrease.
For every correlation,
positively resonant
and negatively dissonant,
a regenerative
becoming degenerative season
for building up and out
and tearing down and in
compassion
compulsion
recreation
tipping toward
dispassion
revulsion
decay
Like passionate summer powers
Falling toward
diminished winter light
dipolar co-arising
hope for continuous
contiguous fresh spring
cooperating green,
morning blue
yet warmer
cumulating skies
repredicting summer's
fertile
climax
passions
Re-enlisted
in four fractal
reasoned seasons
for redeveloping Earth justice
and restoring Tribal peace
Turning traumatic weaponed
retributive discommunications
into therapeutic wellness tooled
restorative re-communionations.
Categories:
revulsion, care, creation, culture, health,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
I have considered at some length, the incronvertible
Evidence of malignant intent also conspiracy to end
Lives of those oblivious to, and devoid of any ill intent to others (murder by any other term)
I am enraged..Which beleive me does not cover the
Depth and levels of my revulsion, that ' new Australians
As for instance' I would describe Harry Horseman ' are
Not safe ? in my country.' What a terrible feeling.! I am outside
Of enraged.' I feel almost personally responsible.' Which
Is bizarre. Is it bizarre.? Or is it the realization I have been
Betrayed.' My trust so abused.' I used to think how great
An ethos overall my country had.' Nurturing the spirit to
Overcome' the mateship to overlook small mindedness
The readiness to share.' I am reseloutely determined to
Oppose the sick idealisam that all this narcissiam is rooted In.' I love life freedom equality that is tenable not
A placebo reality that causes frustration, because it is
Ultimately an untennabilty that is advertised to create
All humanity's demise
Categories:
revulsion, character, corruption, environment, prejudice,
Form: Prose
Trembling, heart racing – it feels
So much like darkness, gray and dim
No light – no hope – no way to cope
This is the inkling of sorrow, grief
Beyond words – like the scream of fear
Fading, fading into the blackness
Silence awakening endless mourning
Regrets so humble, reducing moonlight
To a spot on the night where memory
Fades in – fades out, never wordless
Shouting silent blows, erasing hope
Dread, revulsion glimmering in a tear
Awfulness portrayed in sobs, weeping
Everlasting anguish, heartbreaking
Sensations in waves of melancholy, blurring
Every memory, each thought a laborious
Whisper of loss, the past pressing in
Meeting the passing of light, vibrating
Time of death in the signature of grief
Tearing away the peace and reminding me
The finality of this ending – surrendering
To the hope of eternity, forever and always
Living in heaven, where there is only love
Love that remembers to never give up hope!
Categories:
revulsion, death, grief, memorial,
Form: Free verse
Can we find a means of settlement,
do one, create one,
bring one about -
about our heads,
about our bodies,
within our minds,
within our hearts?
Is such a settlement possible?
Do we call it peace
before we are in pieces?
Do we call it love
before a level of revulsion?
We may settle, but first rattle;
we may relax, but first roll;
we may find peace, but first pose;
we may die, oh so gently, and be ghostly.
(Sep 2022)
Categories:
revulsion, death, heart, peace, riddle,
Form: Free verse
His blood wasn’t red
At least in my head… that is what I said
To myself, believed, accepted
As fact – absolute proof that he was better
Than the mere human, the simple man
The one who took my hand when I needed him
His sweat didn’t smell
But, oh, my heart did swell… never would repel
This heart who loved him so
Knew he was like the sainted ones
Despite his addictions and secrets, the darkness
That whispered doubt from his soul when I prayed for him
His light wouldn’t fade away
Never giving in to dread or delay… a soul who would betray
Reflections of kindness and grace, inspiration
Faith that soared over the hesitation, the suspicion
To make a way through each conviction,
Destroying the grief that lives inside bitterness and resentment
His life wasn’t honored by praise
There were worries and tears to rephrase… they amaze
Bold fears who haunt like dog days, more than just a phase
They left my spirit gloomy and breathless
With the feelings that bled dark red, crimson stories
Reminding me he died from his revulsion to hope
Categories:
revulsion, addiction, angst, anxiety, death,
Form: Free verse
Children shot down in a school again
It’s the collateral cost of freedom I’m told,
by a labeled unstable son-of-a-gun kin
He had “wild horses roaming free” in his head,
that’s what the county doctors said
As the grief-stricken soul of a community bled
His eighteenth birthday gift was a death wish:
Killing innocent kids was at the top of the list
An unpredictable behavior everybody missed
The government officials declare,
the young man was “emotionally disturbed”
But bullets don’t grey matter care
Forensic fingers paint the crime scene “evil red,”
as automatic revulsion smears their semi-stoic conscience
Cold bloody memories, they just can’t ever shed
And the true metal believers idol-ly say,
the unhinged shooter was “mentally perturbed”
Seems bullets get asylum alter ricochet
05-28-22
Categories:
revulsion, community, death, grief, pain,
Form: Dramatic Verse
“Sorry, I’m not reconsidering Lucifer’s expulsion.
I’d had him kicked out with obvious revulsion,
The entire saga wearing My Divine Compulsion”
While still felt by My Angels The Celestial Convulsion!
And that was the much God had for The Journalist
For every snatched story daring some twists
And sometimes from their live interviews
Hatching a few more with sleazy reviews …
Thus, from God, it was ‘A No-No-No!’
To all The Jotters with Pens ‘A Go-Go-Go!’
“Please, not on this sensitive subject
You all have your silly object”
God – Really, quite A Government Official
About his tours officially unofficial,
Now, sensibly showcasing a Man
Out to disappoint The Camera Man …
I agree with God: Lousy Men of Press,
Who long to every secrecy address,
Yet knew this had to do with His Stool
And Eyeing Lucifer’s role of a Wise Fool …
Categories:
revulsion, allah, analogy, creation, evil,
Form: Rhyme
The Vale of Revulsion
There is a vale adjacent between the village and the hill farms
where people had given up their constant struggle with poverty
and of moved to France or the USA.
I walked into this neglected vale with my dog that usually
walked in front of me, this time she walked behind, not sure if
she should take flight or stay loyal, it was a place of fear and silence
a place where nature hated the humans and no bird thrilled.
There was no fox or rabbits here, the tree had bark that stung
I was petrified, behind bushes sensed monsters that only appear in a child´s nightmare.
My knees buckled; the temptation was to sink on my knees
and give in to terror, I walked on, and finally, we came to the main road.
I sat on a stone at the entrance of this nemesis of a future.
We walked home the dog and me, and as usual, she was in front of me, feeling unafraid of life
Categories:
revulsion, age, angst, birth, blessing,
Form: Blank verse
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