Short Fetid Poems
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thick fog engulfs night
wading across fetid swamp
moon casts dim beacon
eyes of beasts monitor steps
owner's pursuing dogs howl
Be friend of death,
cross fetid swamps,
or be Columbus and
discover "novel world"!?
The foreign fiend, of feckless faith and folk,
Is feigning fealty to our fair fortress;—
To force his form and fold on finished fact,
He’ll find fit fashion of fetid fetish.
THAT OLD CHROME MERCURY
HOT
FETID
DREAM
ALL METALLIC
LIKE THE COOLER PLANETS
MUST BE
ALL SOOTHING HELL
SUFFUSED WITH SIN
AND THEN GO
RINGS
AROUND THE MOON
FOREIGN COFFEE
sluggish pulse
room ahiss
percolating
this fetid heart
foreign coffee
funnel brown muck
muck funnel smut
searching for words
plopping like mud
© Kim van Breda—8 January 2016
O, vilest of vile high-haughty poems
To you professors’ studies are so oft homes
The fetid waters of PhD’s, nekkid, you swim well in
~ Though the proper home for you is in the trash bin
the old wooden bridge
spans the fetid stagnant pool
where my dreams decay
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Flatulent Franco from France frequently farts
Fetid foul fetor fumes fill French foyers
Francophile females feign fainting
Fanning flatus from frowning faces!
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11-27-17
Potential is
the moulted skin
of a snake in jest—
laced with
the plastic tatters
of an old crow's nest.
A makeshift bulletproof vest.
With a valiant crest.
Worn by a soldier
on a hollow conquest—
to claim broken toys
in a fetid wormy chest.
It means nothing.
THE SMELL OF LOVE
In instant love with this handsome man she fell
On romantic date this she wanted to tell
He came floating in flair
Sat so close on the chair
His socks smelled fetid fish, she groaned, what the hell.
August 29, 2018
The message in the bottle was not what I expected to see
The glass so clear, vodka fetid within, the label beckoned to the buyer
The cap torn off, insides drained, the droplets stained like weak bleak tea
The promised dreams were nightmares, the vendor a stinking liar.
I breathe darkness
Exhaled into the fleeing light
Making shadows weep
Stirring the fetid kiss of dusk
Lurking in my moonless charm
Silent wings seizing my soul
Staring into my emptiness
Fulfilling their latent need
…to inhale
disassembled
and torn
scattered
in the fetid
air
beyond
repair
in
higher
dreams
unheard
unspoken
a
thousand
whispers
in
the
night
of
this
brief
transit
inspired
by Ash Wednesday TSE
should the sky crash down
the sea come to boil
winds blow all away
sands harden to clay
air becomes fetid
tides defy moon
stars cease to shine
snow melts away
time stops ticking
I remain
undaunted
through it all
I will
still love
you
written December 17, 2021
It drips all over,
dense, smelly and fetid,
it pours out from my each pore,
neither can I see it physically,
nor can you see it along,
it smears on my body parts,
and has the origin in my soul,
it makes me run,
and often go over board,
do you know what it is,
nothing but human greed.
solutions unfound
archaic unchanged condemns~
d
e c r e p i t fetid
The chant, the drums
the beat, the thrum
The fires leap high
the beast must die
The screams, the shouts
the painted war-whoops
Leaves crackle, thick smoke
fetid air, throats choke
Metal spears all raised
sharp cries pierce the haze
Too late the high priest
beast's heart has ceased
It is enough
to crawl inside my fuzzy faith
and sleep upon my soporific pillow,
clutching to my breast
my favorite God
(you know the one)
who keeps the fetid, dying children far away,
though quite secure within their refuge
underneath strong wings of steel,
then sends his fierce angelic legions
hovering
above my rest.
~
It is enough
to crawl inside my fuzzy faith
and sleep upon my soporific pillow,
clutching to my breast
my favorite God
(you know the one)
who keeps the fetid, dying children far away,
though quite secure within their refuge
underneath strong wings of steel,
then sends his fierce angelic legions
hovering
above my rest.
~
slowly crept the familiar warmth of fetid fallacy
a tidal wave of stealthy lies
oozing its vile variations of truthfulness
immobilizing the wit and wisdom of intelligence
silencing within a dismal darkness
all resistance to its expanding greed
pandering to the pathetic pathos
of crumb collecting collaborators
John G. Lawless
©11/5/2018
They cling, these city dwellers,
to crannied city walls
dusted with the exhaled indifference
of a blindly passing world.
Gasping in the fetid urban exhale
longing for the touch of errant bee.
Escapees of discarded flower pots
surviving on sporadic a/c drips
stretch to catch a glimpse of sunrise.
Rooted in their dreams of being free.
2/18/2020
In a little café down by the bay
He sipped his coffee and looked around
The water fetid, a sickly green
In nearby woods, few trees seen
Nary a creature grazed in the parched meadow
Red sun blazed like a desert Pharaoh
Of a sudden, rains came, hot sands steaming
The final curtain ~ or was he dreaming
in darkness we all look the same ~ pawns can capture a king in the game
elephant president with crooked tusks ~ wears the fetid scent of musk
find the kryptonite to end his mad reign ~ America is in pain
DODGE, the felon ~ the Department of Donald Glorifying Elon
to snuff the flames of a gas lighter ~ the world would be so much brighter
Stopping in an alley on a summer day
rainbow trash exhaling its hot fetid breath
a scamper of invisible residents
searching for the remains of elegant dining
the Nordic hum of struggling A/C units
as an evening sun seems to avoid entry
music drifts from an open window
slowly fades in the humidity
peeking over my shoulder
I slide behind the dumpster…
I looked into
my surgeon soul
In there
I saw the reflection
of life
The yellow eyes
of jaundice
The fetid breath
of diabetes
The sickly smell
of gangrene
I looked again
The calm face
of death
The wet feel
of birth
If you don’t know
ask the leeches
swimming in the pool
of my blood
Ask the man
in the white shroud
waiting at the gate