Short Cesspit Poems

COPLA 95 INVOCATION : This Bad Guy World

Tyrannosaur State eats rebel states
Even if its peoples’ stomachs ache :
Pollute pumped gas

Some toddler states like to lie in crates
Full of Tyrannosaur shells and cake :
Jiving to jazz

Others congregate to make war
On tyrannosaurs decrepit :
Born ennemies

While our mighty Tyrannosaur
Falls all by itself into cesspit :
Making babies

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014...

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Go through this wee door,
Walk further and more.

Then you’ll understand,
How it’s hard to stand,

They encroach on me,
I don’t hold the key.

Dawn unlocks the door,
I wrestle and war.

Who'll bring me respite?
Enclose the cesspit.

A torrential flow, 
In succeeding row.

I’m not the outside,   
Come to my inside.

I'll sail the tempest,
Move till the conquest.




0ctober 5, 2022.
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Btian Strand....

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Inundating, binging,
the muddy, bulimic river
gorged the flood plain, consuming
everything that wasn’t nailed down:
tree limbs, leaves, bleating sheep, chicken coups,
plastic grocery bags, inner tubes,
cesspit contents, only to vomit
it back up to its torrential torrent surface.
Helpless victims stand the high ground
with a wing and prayer their homes
be spared the wrath of God
knowing only too well that the laws
of nature…
have no favorites....

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