Short Wretches Poems
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Diversion wretches her soul
Dear, you wrecked the car?
Hon, your eyes are so pretty!!!
Classic diversion~
connie pachecho
1/16/17
Wicked hexing creatures
Wagging their evil tongues
while casting ancient spells
Wart faced old hags. Women
who recite sorcery,
with newt eyes in cauldrons
Wretches grouped in covens
Odd character that smacks God’s right hand.
Miserable wretches - the media
Is underhanded.
Spits in the wind; truth is
Suspect…fallacious videos, omissions
Itinerant…on the cutting floor.
Obama speaks —
No one hears his piece.
9/30/2021
Love has been lost
Pleasure is my mired domain
All that I could say
Falling away
Lust wretches my face
My life shall waste....
Taken from you
All of those things that you've consumed
Each trace of the flesh
You cannot see
What you've left with me,
All alone...
billions advance
most for fewest
none at best
arrest the rest
the wretches
naked and poor
scorched earth
superstar stretched
stretch limousine
king's lear jet
platinum chariot
to the office
or the party
not the office party
common still
loud commoners
some at any rate
least for most
trillions recede
30th September 2018
my eye's aer the enemy's eye's
stigma of the spoiler
invador of lands and bodies,
who left behind his eyes
chameleon like their shades
mock my indian heratige pride
don't play with cat eye's
go away evil eye's
those taunts forged my hate
for the tainter has gone to hell
i must pay for that wretches sins
my eye's are his and his eyes are mine.
Though tears flow from my eyes
Though pain wretches my heart
I know I will smile again
And hope the sun shines tomorrow
Though darkness enfolds me
Though heavy rain cants stop
Though shattered, hurt and confused
I shall smile again
Though the heart can’t beat it all
Though tired weary and lost
I know I will smile again
And I will, smile again
Ducks in a row.
Tails lower than currents of pebbles
on glass shards of reflecting power
Here and now fading
with ripples and lily pad vibrations.
Geese squawking
wretched wretches of who and what.
Sounds only nature could imagine and love.
Somewhere below scales out of tune
Play sunlight serenades
to all the earless in the world
With no sounds
like thumping in a drum.
I am burdened by the weight of three
One trudges while the other two watch
Hopeful for their destiny is tied to the one
Past becoming fat by his efforts
Future attempting to run ahead
While the encumbered toil over daily bread
Blood and tears sustain the two wretches
Nourished by their insatiable greed
Careless of their effect so long as they breathe
Past, present, future cursed trinity
Doom. I smell it
A sensual feast
of vices. Wretches
subscribe their pride
to dark horses who ride in the
Gloom.
Doom, thy muse who takes pleasure
in dealing despair.
Orphans who lay in the ill sown seeds of
Ruin.
Doom. Now taste the sweet release of thine
enemies. Apple blossoms ripen to a poisonous
Bloom.
Doom. Hear sounds of chaos and tongue tied terror.
screams of the destruction Sweet Mercy will wreak upon her
Broom.
Doom.
Swept away by rivers not of my understanding for never before have currents run so deep and swift within me - driven by the unbridled power of my passions.
A man of logic...... or so I claim, yet now found clearly broken by the torment of my soul. Tears flow unceasingly as my broken heart wretches at the impossible solution to the unfathomable question:
How can I leave ? How can I stay?
......And I am deafened..........
By the Silence of My Logic
Darrell