om dead Jesus raised
were dumfounded and amazed
His honor we praised
vituperative
in Congress what they revive
they need to survive
had stood on a bench
were uneasy and did flinch
when killer would lynch
should hear choir sing
along us they had to string
our lunch we did bring
from my deduction
sermon docturnal instruction
in mass production
Does that sound familiar
coming from Episcopalian
priest.
homily should be
God from our sins will set free
possessed by you and me
lack of ammunition
milk toast inquisition
Mueller apprehension
much moderation
does exist in new nation
by God creation
with God always agrees
will satisfy and appease
pray to on our knees
Categories:
vituperative, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku
THORNS
Saw a flower on a dung heap ,
Rose _ petal delicate , graceful like a queen
Swinging proudly on a barbed wire fence
Among her rough slum- dwelling friends ,
Suddenly , shockingly , shedding all grace
She spat such vituperative fire
At her enemy - friend
That it dispelled all my fears
She had thorns ,
Her tools for survival .
Categories:
vituperative, bullying,
Form: Free verse
Opus Mysticus
Let us enter... and be silent.
My insanity hangs on the wall with all the other Van Goghs.
Sleeping snugly between semen stained sheets
and saliva creased pillow cases.
Inundations and vivid remembrances
of days dead and hours traumatized.
You and the skinny one behind the wheel.
Whistling depressing dirges in D minor.
Your vituperative Mein Kampf of the ages!
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Young children bathing in the quagmire of Eden.
Bellerophone on Pegasus riding through Hell's Kitchen
in the upper east side.
My problems are but pinned butterflies
quasi-embalmed in glass cases
seeking in futile
the sweet revenge of past indignations.
Where are they now?
The artists of Transcript Necco?
Of Zoot Horn Rollo?
They're down on the dark city streets
off in dark scummy alleys
jamming till the lights go out.
Elucidations.
Proclivities.
Paragons.
Intense disaffections.
She lifted her skirt and unzipped my soul!
Categories:
vituperative, dark, dark, dark,
Form: Blank verse
“What the f**k do you want” is what she said to me.
This individual used the most vituperative effrontery.
How professional is conveying that over the telephone?
I heard that in a cantankerously vociferous tone.
I hope she does not answer that way all the time.
Saying that to anyone is not very sublime.
This use of such language on the job is asinine.
Keep it up, and you will land in the unemployment line.
Categories:
vituperative, business, people, social, work,
Form: Rhyme