Short Debauched Poems
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Dr. Jekyll
smart, urbane
nurturing, dreaming, scheming
inventive, anxious, lustful, violent
carousing, raping, murdering
drunken, debauched
Mr. Hyde
In my lifetime, Russia went from 'godless communism'
to 'the defender of traditional values and patriotism'
While America turned from a proud free nation under God
into a debauched libertine, entirely unshod
Here lie the remains of Judge Ben McWhorter
He held court in Bourbon Street’s Latin Quarter
When his wife discovered his debauched ways,
She took appropriate steps to end to his days.
Written July 5, 2022
Aberrant
Blind Bushs'
Crude callous
Debauched democracy,
Elevating
Fabricated facts
Garnering grizzly
Hell
In Iraq.
Jaundiced justified
Killing
Myriad
Numbers
Of other
People,
Quickly
Reassuring
Safety
To those
United ultras'
Vaporous vapid
World with
Xyloid
Yuppie
Zombies.
I dread Monday —
Unlike any other day.
Tumbling upon it — with eyes groggy,
And limbs bound tight with festive strings,
Accompanied by the foulest halitosis from a wayward breath,
With all the liquor and litter,
From the dizzying heights of the debauched weekend —
Reminds me of the journey from
Banterland to Queryland.
Limerick : Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
for the raped 5-year-old Indian girl next door
Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
Cried : « For what Crime 5-year-old was debauched ? »
He got no true hearing
Slid down no more doubting
Now stalks 4-year-olds on dark side-walk.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Tinted colors of old
Debauched, dubious mysteries
Finagled corrupt's gold
A glorious, poignant history
An empty throne,
And tales of skirmish
Standing draped in gold, all alone
A war cry and a death wish
Glorious structures,
Secluded with pride
Curtained with greed and power
A broken ruling mind
Sky turning grey
Chains broken for freedom
Nobility burned like hay
End of the golden demon.
© Rohan Suresh
How do I write of prettier things--
Roses, ribbons, and diamond rings--
While these angry thoughts persist
Loathing for the unclean masses
Lost in immoral debauched morasses,
What good ensues if I shall insist
Upon honor and truth the moralist brings,
While doing nothing until the skylark sings?
Written September 10, 2021
[This poem employs a variation
of the reverse rhyme scheme
I often use: aabccbaa.]