Short Obscenity Poems
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i'll be damned and i'll be forlorn
but I've never seen a green sheep shorn
like mowing the grass
off a chia pet's back
they say that's the way they were born
7/14/2025
Humane?
You pen with shame!
Selling your dignity?
Tell me, why trash your only voice?
No, thanks!
A touch, a dance,
a smile, a joke.
I’ll take any kind of human connection.
A grope, a sordid hand fishing for pink,
come home with me.
A mouth bent into a snarl, a hastily thrown obscenity.
I’d be so grateful.
Just give me something to talk about,
think about
that isn’t him.
Watching the descent
without god
in an intelligent design.
Come have a look at
our adversary.
The template offers an open hand.
The culture of hunger
in this urbane obscenity
sitting on the payment making a motif.
The giant strode into
the hut to blame the poor
who would not eat his words.
Satish Verma
Talking of obscenity
you were undressing
to show the scars.
It was and it was not
a display of is. Little
raw wound.
The lungs will not take
this insult and scream
in full horror.
One collapsed faith, after
the god failed him
to climb a ladder.
I am still convalescing
from the gunshot injury,
when you fired at a blackbird.
Satish Verma
The Aussies looked in disbelief,
When the twin towers they did fall,
Terror rained on the Pentagon,
Figher Jets came to call,
Americans fought for a plane,
To beat the terrorists down,
Bin Laden’s high was to be denied,
plunged into the ground,
Yes we do fight, against this blight,
Upon humanity,
Murder all, day or night,
Inhuman, obscenity.
11-sep-11
The view
How you see the world bubby,
depending on your age,
naive as the sunshine,
then you turn another page,
the cynic type is coming,
have another beer,
someone bloody wist in it ,
its tasting might *****,
but then you're thin in plenty,
old tripe whose bones do ache,
stop yappin bout serenity,
lets have another steak....
(obscenity) Don Johnson
As hard as diamonds
A heart of ice
But go ahead try me
It wont happen twice
Pounding reverberations
Constant and unkempt
No consolations
All from being dreamt
Pain free and strong
Diamonds they are
Thats how I belong
Heart going cold
Protection its goal
The next wont be so bold
Can't get away with what it stole
All from a dream
Not reality
A constant stream of obscenity
As we scrambled across the land
in the thick mud,
I put my boot through the rotting corpse of my brother.
Numbed with pain, my heart cried out at the obscenity
as we raced forward and struggled ahead.
The mud, the blood, the whining shells
And the crashing boom of the great gun.
Now, years after
I cannot remember that day’s battle
but the feel of my foot
glancing against his ribs
tears my memory.
Scars on my heart,
Scars on my wrist,
It tears my soul apart,
To know that I cannot resist.
As the razor cuts trough skin,
The adrenaline is agonizingly sweet,
Yet I know I cannot win,
So I set myself up to be beat.
Then blood it starts to flow,
A seductive temptation from my vein,
Soon I can feel my heart start to slow,
And my mind is filled with a beautiful pain.
My suicide you shall call an obscenity,
While it is my own peaceful serenity.
What manner of innovation so ingenious;
electronic box made to serve our audio-visual
demands.
This square-shaped screen that comes to life
by just a switch,
reduces the size of the globe in
every living room.
And entertains its audience every length of
time they please.
What comedy so laughable,
what obscenity so carnally delightful,
and what gory tales so horrific
can this magical innovation not willingly render?
Still it relives the eventful past
for generations unborn.
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