Short Revulsion Poems

I feel the ire grow
It fuels my revulsion 
Needing a repose...

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a firm resistance
bitter taste on her palette ~
his obscene advance



Date written: 10/21/2020...

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As revulsion and fear rush to compete,

I'm unable to clear my heart of dread.

For while I’m locked in a crypt on a dare, 

a Halloween-Moon; resurrects the dead....

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Quantum g-spot
Simultaneous revulsion
And primal mystic
Archaic groan
Unpredicable tectonic
Moaning through time
Creation spins itself
Reincarnation splatters across the waves
Fingering past time hopes
Groping for change...

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Love barbs singed my heart, churning feelings of revulsion, flying topsy turvy in every nook and cranny in the heart that once whisked feelings in which I basked with hope, delight and anticipation. 

Fed up I wanna break 
Free of the shell I now elect
To wrap, cast in my past....

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Knowledge, freedom, acceptance
Ignorance, subjugation, resistance
The extremes of our existence

Caring, loving, devotion
Insensitivity, hate, revulsion
The extremes of our emotion

Faith, repentance, salvation
Disbelief, narcissism, damnation
The extremes of our creation
WIZDUMBs BY JA 745...

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One look at you – that’s all it took
Your long long legs that seem to go on forever
Those eyes staring at me
All I feel for you is revulsion
Hate – it’s a horrible word but I simply detest you
There will never be a place for you in my life ...
Goodbye
Then I flushed the spider down the plughole! 

26th March 2015...

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Can we find a means of settlement,
do one, create one,
bring one about -
about our heads,
about our bodies,
within our minds,
within our hearts?

Is such a settlement possible?
Do we call it peace
before we are in pieces?
Do we call it love
before a level of revulsion?

We may settle, but first rattle;
we may relax, but first roll;
we may find peace, but first pose;
we may die, oh so gently, and be ghostly.


(Sep 2022)...

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Enraged raw and spitting
Love warped beyond identity
Ten fingers ready to in-dulge
Sick offerings real men can't abide
Scarring rosette flesh once, always
Memories etched eternal 
Blasphemers amuck, still free
Where is the Newberry blade
Cast upon ogres smiling with glee
Revulsion retching tears without salt
Anguish of hopeless helpless men
Protection eludes soul aching ire
Never settle for less than hellfire
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Stopped a front a marble alter
guilt of crosses to bear,
unrepentant sins left to falter, 
a damage beyond repair.
Awakening a slumbered light
a soulless heart to fill,
burning a fuse that refuses to ignite
revulsion of the catholic swill.
Devils of a demented scroll,
souls rise to an angels call,
masquerading with unfashionable droll
death ultimately succumbs us all.
Divided souls of subtle pragmatics
 an unyielding faith of fruitlessness fanatics....

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What happens when the only light you see
Is the mainstream media’s gaslight?
It’s Plato’s Cave all over again
Except the fire throwing shadows now
Is an official gaslight torch.
Ironic tho’ given the current gaslighter’s revulsion
Of all things fossil fuel.
But gaslight it is.
Although the source of the actual gas
Is still under investigation.
My hunch, my bet, my two cents
Is that the gas in question
Is their own
Since they are all,
To put it nicely,
Full of beans.

(8/3/24)
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