Skewered Poems | Examples

Goldfish

"Goldfish"

The left said we weren’t right
we were catscradles 
lost and over-stitched in it all

The right said we were goldfish
in an over-crowded drowning bowl
fed on pronouns and dreams of an equal world

poetry skewered our lives 
with the beauty of it all
but we were oblivious 

to what was really 
calling

Candide Diderot. ‘25

In the Mouth of Desire

in the mouth of desire, inverted spires
lean toward the grots of Hell.
tongues forked, skewered with sapphires
in the mouth of desire, inverted spires.
Adam's apple burning cores, as moths for martyrdom's fires.
on the path to perdition: many had attended well. 
in the mouth of desire, manipulation stirs.
the crone fanning her cauldron 
a hot vat of ruin, Wiccan shrieks and whirs.
in the mouth of desire, manipulation stirs - 
a warlock's cherished heart of burrs,
tears of crocodiles, his every gentleness abandoned.
in the mouth of desire, sirens sweet, curses 
lure purple wearers and weavers, beasts with saints,
low_down to the broad gates, gilt black, swinging purses.
in the mouth of desire, sirens' sweet curses 
but wisdom's rare jewels, bereft in their verses.
for want of wisdom, man's sovereign will faints.

Rupture - Apr 22

Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do,
but find success a frightful,fretful sort 
of creature.—.landing always just so short
for you,—my victories?: far less than few.

From void to verse then verse now void,—but you
reject my voice,else’y*u[ / , u ]d*stort
it, and to good will ill intent impart;
My inspiration, skewered by your view,

lies fallow in your lap.—Tell, what’s the use
of baring open heart and mind and soul
when evil’s understood the sole (and whole)
ground of my poetry? — — rather a noose
than these restraints!, ach! and the love you reek
of, it struggles with my fine nose. I speak.

Reverse Cyrano

“Reverse Cyrano” 

Reverse Cyrano 
new wave poetry 
straddles the ruins

milked
with two sugars
dark Tea dreams

red leaves laquer 
the vain roadmaps 
that stain the ingrained

with pommegranate poetry
the bejewelled heart 
sweet and tart 

and thick 
skinned
sliced and skewered

each granate 
a sparkling 
hidden gem

within the ruby 
words written 
riding astride those worlds 

like wolves 
in those comforting 
dicomforting whispering woods

for Cyrano reversed 
so easily contracted
a hidden god and a poet 

that lost lovers 
may find submerged 
in disoriented time adrift,

eyes open-wide undestracted,

the ravenous misunderstood unmissed.



Candide Diderot ‘25

How Naive Can JD Be

       JD Vance will certainly get skewered
       For he came off as naïve, untutored

          Boosted the military
          Promoted prosperity

       Such naivete can get him murdered

The Penny Has Dropped

What if  
the penny has dropped
but I neither saw nor heard it 
so for me
to all intents and purposes
the penny has not yet dropped
and never will
not knowing this
I wait in vain
and wonder why
the fates
the gods
serendipity
are ignoring me
did I do something wrong
am I not worthy
so I take on board
this skewered reality
this misconception
and live my life accordingly
waiting
forever waiting
for that which has already occurred.

I An Idea Crucified In the Eye of the Storm

They insist on it, what is natural can be supernatural. Vice admiral eat from my 
garden for I am quite admirable for your beneficient militia that is multi-national against the hexagonal eldritch terrorists if not have had an assist we would be wet behind the ears. Protect us from the unorthodox fears that have us bleeding wine from our ribs cut and skewered by spears. There wailing bewildered angry screams making us bleed tears.

Earthquake In a Tea Cup

"Earthquake in a Tea Cup"

the earthquake 
rocked through 
a pink haze 
soft and powdered
scent of lit smoke
flaming fires 
hot oven baked 
green apples 
ripe skin sizzled 
and popped
ice cool cinnamon crisp 
lemon peeled martinis 
black russians and they're 
ripped unfriendly cousins 
Long Island Iced teas and
Asian Pear Chit-Cha toddies
osmanthus oolong trading
asset smiles flying under 
the Roger Ramjet radar
exploded rapturously 
candied petals floating
hearts marachinoed
stevia sweetened cherries
skewered and buttered up 
mercilessly on the q.t. 
roses burnt apricots
she arrived shimmering
in the clouds 
a seduction 
ruffling feathers
in their 
crème de la crème 
tea cups shaking 
their quiet worlds up
dominoes lined straight laced, 
drugged and shot 
they all thought
it was the second
coming 

the world 
was her stage 

the fall out 
was atomic 

their shadows
scattered 

nuclear imprints

incalculable,
the numbers

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

Skewed

tilted over
skewered, impaled,
screwed senseless,
stewed to pulp.
Cheers to the blues, folks
here's to 
tomorrow's 
feud feast 
imbued

An Appetizer

The food was chased by a bent tine fork
Along the surface of a smooth glass plate,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.

A similar force confronted an unyielding cork
But for this event, on this mechanical date,
The food was chased by the bent tine fork.

A stab of grace presented the French basted pork
And lingered face front like scavenger bait, 
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.

Such moaning and discontent, could it have been more late
From a Five Star Diner in the village of York?
The food was chased by a bent tine fork.

It was not prepared by a chef but by a dork
More worthy of satiric praise than glowing hate, 
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.

The Maitre d’Hotel offered his black plastic spork
Immensely gracious but too late.
The food was chased by a bent tine fork,
Eventually was skewered with brute force torque.

Tell It Like It Is

(aka… A Note To A Cheat)

The birds and the bees are down on their knees
The bunnies and kittens are riddled with fleas
The chocolates are melted the flowers are dead
And Cupid’s gold arrow turned out to be lead

Although you once rendered me all of a flutter
You’ve skewered my soul like a hot knife through butter
So, where do you go to get cozy and tender
While I lay alone with my heart in a blender

I long since discarded my rose-tinted specs
So don’t tell me that it’s not love, only sex
Did we not each promise till death us do part
Is that why you hammered a stake through my heart

Well, not anymore: keep your hearts and your flowers
I’ll fret nevermore when you’re missing for hours
To love and to cherish, remember that lie?
Be sure to remember this truth, “Goodbye.”

                         *

P.S… I’m reclaiming my pride that you took
For you never took… my little black book
                 ________________




[Sorry ladies, I’m not up for grabs… this is all make believe]


30 October 2022
Contest: Tell It Like It Is
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose

Broken Hearted Fools

And what of these, these broken-hearted fools,
who lust within the silence of disdain
play in a lover’s game that has no rules  
no potion to relieve them of their pain.

Skewered by the sword of passion’s lie
lashed by lingering memory of lust
condemned to live each moment with a sigh
while harboring the seed of love’s distrust.

They persevere and muddle through the maze
of who it was that let it go so wrong
realize that it may have been a faze
a lingering phrase from an old hit song.

They fail to win love’s true treasured jewels
and what of these, these broken-hearted fools.

©5/11/2022

Orphan Sonnet Poetry contest
Sponsor – Emile Pinet

Checked by Howmanysyllables and rhymezone

Sabine

A subpoena 
I send to you Sabine 
To the Court of Birds 
that see no frowns of malice 
nor recognise the curl of the lip 
The defence that must fall
from your patched Tongue 
skewered and faltering 
will no doubt wilt 
in the Misery of that injustice 
where you glance and 
Judgment be made 

Cursed is your nature
Your drowsy lids poisoning 
the Strangers that grace lowly beings
Your kohl sinks your eyes 
into the putrid swamps 
that belongs your soul 
The oceanic conch rolls 
removed of its Creature
in sandy depths 
An empty vessel
hollow of mind 
wanting of Master 
gasping, grasping for silvery clay 
the Agar.
devoid of Conscience, removed of mine

Recurrent Sneezing Fit By Ma Chew Too

This thick mucous essentially 
the defense mechanism of a healthy 
body electric to restore biz zee nose 
as usual, which for this mild mannered 
liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one 
matted nattering nabob of nativity attests 
congested mob functioning like 
a well lubricated machine, yet 
for the life of me, nary a handy dandy 
blues clues evident as per, how 
the human entity empowered 
to steamroll over 
any reasonably annoying bugaboo. 

Ah, now if only a similar innate 
defense mechanism arose 
within the mental health, 
that would be a supreme testament 
to thine atheistic tasty mints of miracles 
minus the attendant pharmacopeia 
of this, that or some other drug to aright 
skewered psyche (of this contemplative, 
emotive and intuitive literate outlier), 
whose sixty two plus eight shades 
of gray matter went awry and skewed 
toward tipping point (to cope with ordinary 
cares and concerns of an uncertain 
whirled wide web) found the bulk 
of his life riddled with a joe king, 
gun slinging tub back ha chew win, 
bard **** wordsmith, 
who doth newt like to utter any 
cryptographic crossword.

Jab-A-Thon

An antelope at the zoo’s gala
Stuck both horns right through a koala 
He skewered an ox
And one Arctic fox
They now call him Vlad the impala

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