Short Despotic Poems
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bonsai trees
despotic rule stunts
liberty
Placed 2nd
Desiree Dissention disliked dishonest disorderly Denise
Discontented Destiny discounted Desiree’s dislike of Denise
Diabolical Denise displayed despotic disapproval of Desi
Desiree and Destiny’s discord disgusted Desi and Denise
Once ravaged, souls salvaged
haunt savaged:
nostalgic for magic
in tragic
dreams psychotic, script agnostic
by despotic
lies chivalrous (shed fibrous
force frivolous)
to begin, my chagrin.
Our coffin
tailspin
plans covertly
to pervert
or convert.
Don't trouble me with your sacrosanct fetish for god.
Your arrogant conclusions,despotic delusions and
child like confusions are an anathema to me!
Blind faith hiz nae place in ma existence,
where a live catechism is ma king and provider,
the holy spirit a large hadron collider.
The Life Quixotic is still Chaotic,
Still despotic while Tyrants rule.
Joy, it seems, a thing of dreams
When I wander like a Fool.
Eternally internally profoundly confused-
Searching for Time far better spent
In a Mind I find unfit- MISUSED!
A wish to be Omnipotent...
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~JustThatArchaicPoet
I put the seed
Into my mouth....
Because it is sweet
And irrespective of tears that may fall
There is water alive
A whisper in my ears tells me
I can hear
Another shout makes me hold my ears
In pain, despotic virtues insane
It is not the you
I had thought you to be
Another kiss and you tell me
It's just lipstick..................
I reach down, my hand brushing the soil,
The dead earth now charred and barren, decayed -
All that we have touched is now grains in my palm,
A madness that stems from a despotic rule.
Our own fervour about almighty justice nailed.
Is a fierce rush of revenge and power.
Is this how we are meant to be?
Tyrants of the world, embittered in lunacy.
In the world
There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life
There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body
There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game
- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram
While Satan still manipulates
the call to arms is apparent,
when disarmament stipulates
a flaw a weakness to exploit;
by the next despotic arrant
moving amongst us all adroit.
Peaceful lands of noble intent
sing your gullible lullaby,
relinquish your strength you’ll repent
aiding the augment of evil;
his preying armies to satisfy
destroying peace with upheaval.
While Satan still manipulates
peaceful lands of noble intent.
© Harry J Horsman 2016
Its now to question
It's now to dicuss
It's now deny
Any hold over us
By the spawn of
The unconscionable
The dregs of the dregs
The descendants of
Misfits septic as pus
Unacceptable beings
Being devoid of true
Soul, lovers of gloom
Who live as in holes
Like spiders in Webs
They only can kill
If their dens are not
Cleaned out; nows
No time to be still
It's time to be active
Spread the news all
Around , their agendas
Have lost it, Humanity
Is taking back ground.'