Short Orgiastic Poems

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Herod`s
Celebrity Blowout
New Years Eve
Extravagan­za
Starring Lady Gaga
Justin Bieber
The Republic Candidates for President
and a Cast of Thousands

Now we can Love
New York
Blackout
Night of Orgiastic
Capitalist
Greed, Anarchy
and Lust

Occupy New Years Eve ?
The Philistine­s
They wouldn't Dare !

© Alois Saint-Martin  

PROMPTED RHETORIC REPUTATIONS
orgiastic
 verbiage
 seething
   irresistibly 
then
 pouring 
   forth 
in
extraordinary
    existential 
preoccupations 
of  notable 
now
enlightened
themed
  insights
 mysteriously
 striking 
a
distinction 
utterly 
irrationally
   visual idioms    

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© Brian Strand  

the violinist's orgiastic sweet spots
again, again, over and over and over...
   he wraps his magical bow
   around your yielding soul
   filling you with visions
   of uncharted forests, skies
   peace never felt before...
you find yourself silently
screaming for someone
to share this ecstasy with ~
   come join me
   let us fly
   to distant galaxies
   of melody's imagination

© Gershon Wolf  

Let us waltz in the moonlight
where the scatter bugs bleep
there we shall twinkle
and occasionally leap.

For are we not nice.
cheesy as Gruyère,
vim full of chuckles
and devil-may-care,
and if you being dinky
do never not mind
we are thin in the front
and fat behind.

Elastic,
and orgiastic
we will blitz out on cherries
lips so juicy and red.
footing drunkenly sideways,
and so, to bed. 

© Eric Ashford  

In this mystic maze of the orgiastic light
	The silence tranquil the illusions of time,
The restless spirit of the magical merit
	In the end enlightened by the warmth of sublime.


And echoes the ashes of the past
Smokes of the present 
And the dusts of the future…..
All from the ruins of new age,
To the stellar of the ancient.

And in between the divine and the demon,
            Roams the magic of the magnificent.

© Obaidur Rahman  

I again went for the goldfish.

One day I took you, in the
night sky, rubbing on the
sea, under an ebony moon.

The roasted munching in
fabricated letters for
the orgiastic drill.

Why one always becomes
sadistic in self- torture,
the drifting among tombs-

of broken words, in our
maligned ink ? The clear
path suddenly becomes invisible.

I again hear the sobbing of
a trembling ghost of past.


Satish Verma

© Satish Verma  

 God, smiling
Gave to men license
Sing in Joy 
Dance in love
Merge body and soul
Raise ye up the Holy din
To God's ears

In Samba
Writhe orgiastic 
Sweetly sweat
Crying out
The birth pangs of life
In joyous recognition
Of His gift                                           
                                      
                                                
                                          
 By William Kershaw for Nette's Share a Shadorma contest

© William Kershaw