Warped Poems

Warped Utopia

Perfect dream gone wrong,
Twisted smiles hide hollow eyes,
Freedom's gilded cage.

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a warped tree edited

A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since
I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and
were little stories
The pity is that I have to write without a publisher
can't

Bevans' lair

Bevans' lair....

You're in Bevans lair,
a place of disrespect,
You'll find it heaven there,
if you've lost your lives respect.
It's really hell beware,
don't take that fateful step,
I wouldn't want to be you now, I'm telling you.

You've gone and bitten off,
more than you can chew,
C'mon,
c'mon,
what did you do?
Why did you take that path you choose?
I gave you others,
yet you

some warped pen-tags-on

ah...the fm radios old rock
and classical stations be
my mind for the day...

then...the news cast echoes
of the dark shadows of
an all out war over...

the...whole middle east with
real possibilities that it
may include use...

of...the nuclear weaponry from
many different sources for
profits and or power...


stan sand

Warped Wrhymes 3

Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son John.
Struggles to slide his trousers on;
seems causation hasn’t dawned.
Put down the dumplings, my son John.

Warped Wrhymes 2

Peter, Peter
    pumpkin eater
tried to lick the
    blender beater.
Why he did it,
    I can’t tell, for
he’s not speaking
    very well.

Warped Wrhymes 1

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
And there she broke her water

She laid down
Upon the ground
And bore them both a daughter

a warped tree

A Warped Tree

Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew
on Facebook or Twitter
 the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection 
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and were little stories 
The pity is, I have

Warped Colors

I was a compelling abstract painter, engrossed in the world of vibrant colors,
Like the endless intensities of rainbow hues, that cancel any need for others.

Beauty was was always in my naked eye, in warped images of a colorful life,
Like artistic nature, which always draws the eye, to where the colors are rife.

A peach sun rose

Warped

La Forge was a big stud, a horse
with the ladies, a tour de force.
The action hot at his warp core:
He had them begging, "Jordi, more!"
(just on the holodeck, of course)


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Quintilla has a rhyme scheme of AABBA like a limerick, but iambic tetrameter on all lines (8 syllables). I don't think it reads quite as whimsically

Warped Tree, Kinked Man

Warped tree, kinked man 

Today, I will not argue with Walter on Facebook or Twitter.
I was reading poems from my last collection and was surprised
to find an internal rhythm.
To my horror, I find Walter has unfriended me my friendly thoughts
burned into insignificance.
When I had a motorbike, I often visited the crooked tree
I said:” you look

Warped Soul

In my chemically imbalanced mind,
All I can do is detest.
Wandering my dismal world of the blind,
Anxious of what’ll transpire next.

Latent Black Payback

Losses not consolidated leave contributor raw
Arrears rip pages of rational compassionate law
Turblent thoughts toss turn to channel retaliation 
Embittered brain rubs static into smooth radio station
Nocturnal curtain eternal drawn over forgiving stance
Tortured cortex tar drips coal smudge repugnance 


Behind lids of eyes fingertips pressing upon
Lacking exposure conjures warped projection 
Attonement can't be granted during darkness

Warped Self

Look into the mirror
What do you see
A false suit of armor
That doesn’t let you free
Of its heaviness
The false part of you,
The part that brings unhappiness
Makes you want to do
Things others wouldn’t approve
Because what you see in front
Is not you, and you can prove
This is true, if you show your mind’s haunt
The person in the mirror

Warped: a Thug's Manifesto

Racism makes me want to puke.
I’ll hurl a brick or two.
I’ll loot a store to make my point.
Who’ll help me? How ‘bout YOU?

I’m chilled by cops’ brutality.
Who do they think they are?
I’ll set some fires and knock folks down
and cuss till eardrums jar.

Huge crowds are marching peacefully. 
The signs they hoist are lame.
If they cared

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