Short Hedonist Poems
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Jorge Mario Bergoglio
as part of his midnight portfolio
denounced the hedonist
that Porsche, you can't seriously say it is missed.
Time of sun sleeping
Dew kisses the branch of eve
Smiling blue dyes pen
Wave of the body in moon
Hymnal flute seeks hedonist
22.06.2020 Chattogram
Here lies a woman of hedonist fame,
her Je ne sais quoi had no restrain.
Any man who proposed
found her not so disposed
and never could find her again!
*
On wrinkled canvas winter spider
weaves senility web,
grief of loss instilled in hedonist psyche.
Memory morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in snapshot of narcissist framed.
Walking Dante's ninth circle,
a pocketful of sunshine
and blood full of blossoming promise.
I'm alive
and dead.
The gods laugh at me—
or is it Bacchus alone?
A hedonist,
looking for approval,
unaware of mine own godhood.
So disciplined and distracted,
as it should be you’re an artist;
Wild imagination stays fed
when you are passionately kissed;
Remain a modest hedonist,
breaking ground where it was stable;
Dedicate that to the process,
that rush is unforgettable.
Time turns on wrinkled canvas,
winter spider in twilight hour
weaves senility web,
empty eyes wander in wasteland.
Hedonist psyche refuses
to gauge the grief of loss.
Face morphs into metaphor
for the past panorama dislodged,
captured in the snapshot
of narcissist impulse congealed.
i ate the chocolate mint
in typical hedonist fashion
i devoured it
licked off a bit of sweet
that clung to the
crocodile picture
enclosed
slathered my tongue over the wrapper's
inner side
envirocandy
endangered species
read the card
felt
something
Solomon Grundy, Solomon Grundy,
sniffer of glue, when offered, on Monday.
The Tuesday was hash, a whopping great spliff;
on Wednesday took coke, a generous sniff.
For Thursday some crack, the dodgiest brand,
and Friday’s dope needle was quite second-hand.
When Saturday came, a massive OD;
on Sunday it ended, this hedonist spree.
In spite of the blurb you find on a packet,
right up to the end, he thought he could hack it!
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For Debra's 'Nursery Rhyme' Competition.