Savaging Poems | Examples

The Bum and The Mob Boss

Savaging what he has left 
after the mafia takes his last 
bowl of soup his last slice of 
bread his last cup of coffee 
the mob boss then gives the 
bum a cigarette and a light 
pats him on the shoulder 
tells him to keep warm its 
cold out here drives off 
the mob boss then douubles 
back around and ask the bum 
for change for the parking 
meter the bum reaches in 
his pocket with worn finger tips 
torn gloves and give the 
mob boss his last dime 
and says take it that's it 
that's all I have the mob boss 
scratches his head and says 
are you sure this is your 
last dime the bum replies 
yes I'm sure take it you need 
it way more than me now stunod
stumps I’m your new Boss Bum
now do you got any change

War Whores

The bedrock of war is the ego of greed.
When flocks of takers swoop down on the meek.

Savage hearted beings are born every second.
Leading their flock to the twin summits of.. 
hopelessness and death-

The masses are groomed to silence- 
Too frightened to march or to speak.
Praying for a dormant messiah 
to pluck the light from the dark of the devilish deep-

Powdered men are nothing but harlots for power and control.
Air kissing the cheek-then go for the throat.
Sipping the blood of the last honest soul.

....an endless cycle of 
sipping blood 
and 
loving destruction 
loving destruction 
and 
Sipping blood...
Soulless hoards savaging all that is cherished.
And all that is loved.

A Gentleman's Airs

To qualify as an educated gent
    to certain boarding-schools one must be sent
  To learn how to position one's fork and knife
    and raise one's pinkie, unlike lowlifes  

  A gent speaks with an air of charm and grace
    his nose gradually rising on his face
  Savaging the ways of 'today's barbaric youth' 
    while knocking down shots of gin and vermouth    

  Such gents betimes depart fine society
    exposing themselves ~ targets of impropriety

Cyclonic Storm

Dawn arrived beleaguered
and redrew the peaks 
across a bruised sky that churned
a displeased blue and pewter.

Soon lightening, a brilliant white
with titanium opacity,
crackled with scraunches
and screeches across the horizon.

Rain labored brutishly
against the grueling winds
savaging the already sodden,
soppy, soupy earth.

Multi-dimensional, phantasmagoric,
noctidial nightmare till, conterminally,
the broken sky refashioned itself 
in vivid electric pink and tangerine.

Feigning Fabulous Fractures

sassy smirk scrunched
spanking salient sucks
smog smithereen scorched
sorting saucy sauce
savvy strengths spent
savaging sumptuous sects

dark dribbles drooled
damping dainty doom
dense dug douche

moaning mist melted
meager mends masticated
merging mushy murky

felon fate features
feigning fabulous fractures.
     '20:03:31:18:29

Note: Dedicated to poets all over the world.

Aftermath of Hurricane Florence Eye Deux

discovered primacy birthright
(i.e. revanchist deeded sic - seeded),
what "she," viz Mother Nature
     felt tubby "her" right,
bar no holds Gaia
     pulled out all stops
     punishingly ravaged North Carolina
     mercilessly didst wring

havoc bore out flooding
     and proved accurate "NON
     FAKE" fervent devout 
     alarmist theologians
     appropriating weather forecasters dire
     prediction as doomsday message
     fore taste testing, telling, and texting
     presaging Armageddon authored

     by cosmic playwright,
whence global pulverizing,
     savaging, and torturing spite
     fully sucker punching
     swing, perhaps indicative dire strait
(a hunch from this topflight
atheist) posits ultraright
religionists possibly ascribe
     divine creator a bit uptight.

The Funeral

The Funeral

Juxtaposed we find
metaphorical possibilities
on the 'oft heard word
"Great.."
in  recent discourse..

The funereal gathering
marked with precision
and heartening oratory
celebrated a life representing
a centered consensus..
claiming a greatness
past and present..
but with darkness lapping
in places too close..

The golf outing
with creditable swing
stands circumferential 
representing "deplorables" who
find the center not their own..
yet..a clubbing of truth
and a rough savaging
of human interchange
seem as arousal..

Arousal for rejection of
both sides of this
juxtaposition:
Are we witnessing the 
birthing of what is "Great"
all anew...?

Tell You a Story I Tell You My Struggles

For the starvation of the spirit I seek the wilderness,

For what is wisdom and unknown of the tree,

For the words that looms a man depth of a soul, 

I ask forfeit as it may sound when may I speak,

For mount of a soul the descend of case off,

What is old spirit savaging left under the cold,

For when my turn comes to speak I say,

May one listen to how I speak and let the rest lay with leaves,

Young brother young brother no matter your race, color or creed,

You are my brother.

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging

Greatest Monster From Heaven Ever Fell

Greatest Monster From Heaven Ever Fell

Satan rides lightning in dark stormy skies
the master of the burning fires in Hell
Author and the master of blasphemy and lies
greatest monster from heaven ever fell.

Satan hits the ground with crackling thud
raging about seeking victims to devour
Hate, sin and curses in dark, bloody mud
savaging the innocent with his power.

No mercy given to those he tempts to deny
the life of the Saviour and his gifts
Across this world in lightning he can fly
trying to destroy Light that so uplifts.

In the deepest darkness he does his best
luring millions to follow his lead
All that succumb fail the greatest test
with no shield are ripened to bleed!

Satan rides lightning in dark stormy skies
the master of the burning fires in Hell
Author and the master of blasphemy and lies
greatest monster from heaven ever fell.

R.J. Lindley
Jan  23rd, 1969
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Note-  This poem is presented as was written, with no edits..
Another one from my private poems collection. I was 15 years old
when I wrote this poem. My dad had not died yet..

The Bloom Off the Flower,The Dying of the Rose

The Bloom Off The Flower, Dying Of The Rose

Old,blind and very ill, they wait to die
Growing cold with chill they sadly lie.
Ravages of Time eats away heart and might
Until sunny day becomes a darkened night.

In this world Time brings on that spirit
Savaging body, so silent we never hear it.
Broken down,resting in an old folk's home
Sad dying souls never again to ever roam. 

As Death arrives there is no ringing bell
only the one way trip, to Heaven or Hell.
Or the trip into a dark and long dirt nap
buried deep into the grave's earthen trap.

What was once singing, love and solid gold
now is sin's judgment on these dying old.
Bloom off the flower, dying of the rose
all facing it cry mournfully as it goes!

Robert J. Lindley, 06-18-2015

Note: A dark one but much truth rests deep within.
Copyright © 2015 Robert Lindley

Angel of the Odd

Angel of the odd
Made my face savaging in 
mud 
Water of happiness 
gushed from broken 
gourd
Love is giveth,hate then 
defy God 

With Angel Of The Odd
I sit on a cursed love
Emotional spanks finding 
no end
Prospecting a white 
where all is black

Selfishness she claimed of 
me
With a reason of 
unbattered love... 
shouldn't I be?
She pays wit bruises 
deeper than that of flesh
Punches that ache  thy 
heart

Class in synergy wit 
beauty
One wit features of multi
A reason to blind for d 
oddness
And appreciate d being 
of dis goddess

Angel Of The Odd
Bless me with love
A revenge with 
love,honesty and care
already in place

Man is his word
Mouth wears no glove
More dan 365days i set d 
pace

Oh! kneels re weary 
Eyes are swampy
Legs re shaking
Head is aching
Body is withered
Throat is arid 
Only kisses can make it 
watered
But thy HEART still beats 
for u

Angel Of The Odd
Even with d death of thy 
body
My love remains for u and 
nobody

A Bee's Love Sting

Mystical Queen Bee,
Navigates Her Territory....
...Savaging To Protect
Her Innocence Inside The
Sweet Nector Of A 
Bloomed Flower.
Where She'll Explore Natures
Beast Among A Love:
Extravaganza!!!
As She's Bound To Love You;
Or Sting You.... So Watch
Your Back, No I gotcha ya back
Lover... NO WORRIES!!!! It won't hurt...

A Woman Nothing More

A Woman Nothing More


The strongest feelings in life 
erupted when she appeared,
showing me all I wanted 
and hinting at what’s to be feared.

Her mysterious charm and power 
changed my goals for good,
target of all my attention; 
I would have her if I could.

My youth came into focus 
its energy directed at her,
fantasy unattainable then, 
but reality as it were.

Enslaved by longings and urges
 impossible to requite,
dreams of her beauty and softness
 lengthened the lonely nights.

First taste of love was heady 
and addictive forevermore,
chase and conquest accomplished 
opening the forbidden door.

This leaven and seasoning of life 
enriched the years of love,
the closeness of a woman
 is given by God above.

But ecstasy’s old counterpoint 
is a crushed and broken heart,
savaging the soul of lovers 
when we are forced to part.

Life’s troubles pale in comparison 
to romances’ grievous end,
seemingly endless agony 
no matter how long we spend.

The heart will harden eventually
 after love’s revolving door,
learning through pain and experience;
she is a woman, nothing more.

A Dream

A rose hard as stone,

Weeps and wilts

like falling snow,

It tilts,

Facing a moonlit dawn,

As I lay in the ghostly place

waiting, for that nightly yawn

of that horrid face

I see only in my dreams,

Life becomes only, but a mere thought,

Savaging within the depths of the seas

awaiting, to be fought,

and brought back, to the beginning,

When all, but the heartless, began singing

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