Wretches Poems | Examples

Don't Ask Me

mindless Frankenstein,
single-minded,
and her voracious, faithful dog 
with a seventy-foot tail, 
lifting carpets, sliding sofas,
slurping everything in sight,
with a bottomless pit for an appetite,
metal, insects, dead mice, coins,
fingernail clippings, fleas, spider brains -  
It gurgles and wretches 
over paper scraps from childish sketches,
embarrassing for a howling dog,
who wears his name, Hoover, in a stamp
on his bulging side,
a reverse Pandora's box of a canine,
pop him and you see all 
your old friends again,
dreams long dead, come alive, 
but he's roaring like a 
dragon in a Godzilla audition,
and he's got you in his crosshairs,
with a Duranteater snout,
as Ms. Frankenstein squints,
looking for hints,
turning every stone,
so, you gotta keep movin.
she's got murder in her eye.
she won't bake you in pie.
you won't even die.
she's gonna put you in oblivion.
every bit of dirt is gone.
only, you, the dirt king,
emperor of disgust,
crown prince of crud,
evade her tenacity.
finally, sleeping soundly
on a chair's bottom side, 
as she falls with a thud,
and Fido hides in the corner, 
moaning.

Witch

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

The Silence of My Logic

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

Omission

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

Conformity

Social influence that influence ones belief and behavior,
being the sheep idiom in suit of group as inferior identity savior.
Compliances and obedience for the hero or nymph resort,
names and numbers as taste for pleasure of the court.
Instructive expectations in order to avoid looking foolish,
becoming strong in unity of the mass psychology bliss.
Procrastinations to adhere to moral obligation,
bringing out the darkest impulse to justify that situation.
Large scale atrocities for the greater good as ideal,
manipulated propaganda consequence imperial.
The change in response to pressure of social norms,
ethical values in humanity political deforms.
The mediocrity of conformity and its karmic hungry judges,
sentence wretches in time by individual budges.
The mental mill keeps on turning with the wind,
where fiery spirits blaze by gravity and its many scent.
The revolution not out there in golden words brocade,
freeing oneself from controlling theories need to be displayed.
Being infinitely pliable defines the space to be responsible,
and the soul of the world will give ones everything possible.

Consumed By the Widow Spider

Consumed by The Widow Spider 


The wretches of life are gone,
from the weathered of a peaceful place,
lived once in a playful soul?

Feasting upon his flesh the widow, 
bite by bite, bit by bit,
hurting from inside, he hurt.

Does he deserve to be noticed,
when he clings to the emptiness of a soul, that he sings.

Then a storm came,
swiftly it consumed him in the rolling that burns the flesh.

The cries of torments are touched,
only if it steps outside in a confusion of nothingness.

What am I to do in a land that has no care,
as a wilder beast searches his prey?

Look, look he cries,
stumbling and the beast that was near,
devoured him, 
which he desired to take of the nothingness that left him to be.

What else he says,
what else, he tries to scream.

The nothingness did he let out,
he fell into a slumber of his bleeding death.

His thoughts had wakened. 

Had he been deceived by the widow spider that spun him up?

At his fate,
he knows the torments of his death.

Billions Trillions

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

The Sorcerer's Cloak

He concealed what had no truth,
it was an untruth that forged his power,
yet the concealment was believed
where nothing was concealed.

Beneath his cloak there lurked no trickery,
and no sight of sleight of hand,
for the deception was the illusion of deception,
and his power was magically real.

He cast aside the most valiant foe
with spells unknown,
and machinations of mind and contest,
neither believed nor denied.

He cast aside no wretches,
there was no need to concern himself
with the foolish and the weak,
deception of no deception was conjured.

Adamant, forceful and daring,
he approached his proudest folly,
The Sorcerer spread The Sorceress wide,
his power melted into her guile.

21st September 2018

Naked Clowns Demented Brother - a Rant

Naked Clowns Demented Brother

Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown - demented brother
dancing for the heads of state
asleep with faces in their plate
and as the rubber chicken stretches
they send again the fool who fetches
red noses from downtrodden wretches
to decorate the wedding cakes
join the real to crumbling fakes
camouflage who gives and takes
shifting weight of global heat
melting shoes on city street
to shrinking ice caps  tidal creep
rising under Al Gore’s jeep
clowns, they squeeze their bulbous horns,
geneticize the rose – no thorns
while warning us of sunless dawns
their seltzer bottles but a prop
sprayed on a fire that won’t stop
its cindering of nature’s crop

Alas, the clowns will all save face
disappear without a trace
disguise their noses as thorn-less roses
post naked “selfies” in heroes poses
Alas one disaster follows another,
naked clown – demented brother.



John G. Lawless
©7/13/2017

Diversion Wretches Her Soul

Diversion wretches her soul


Dear, you wrecked the car?

Hon, your eyes are so pretty!!!

Classic diversion~


connie pachecho

1/16/17

Escaping the Broken Hotel

Two women were insane
They were contagious
The plague spread to my mother
The plague spread to me
I seemed to have antibodies
That could cleanse me
Each time the cops showed up
The cops knew the insane women
And the women hated the cops
The cops saw a child in the mess
But they had no evidence to rescue it
So they left and returned every few weeks
Because the women never knew how to shut up
But the child knew how to keep quiet
The child knew that skill all too well
The father of the child showed up one day
And the visit was unexpected
The hotel was no longer safe because of the women
So the father became a hero
And as the father left with the child
The women no longer recognized the child
They wondered who the child was
The child was me, you wretches

Garbage

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...

Ducks In a Row

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.

Tell the Monster

Tell the monster
Tell the monster, you little coward

That it mustn’t murder
To show it eternally wretches and writhes
To show your inner maggots that crave malcontent

It mustn’t murder 
To bring down all with its own misery
To give the world a taste of what they have inflicted
On such a poor, abandoned soul

Oh, deprived prey!
You were born for this man’s selfish strategy
Toward power and impertinence,
To desecrate the human body in the name of science
For one wretched worm’s pursuit of renown

Oh, murderer, you have done your damage long ago 
The moment your pride turned to the innocent dead
To rob their shells in search of gold

Coward! 
Abandoner! 
Imbecile

Tell the monster the truth
That it murders to ravish your failures
To make your innards whimper and quiver
To sustain the guilt that has long eaten you
Since the creation of your surfaced flaw

Yes, in your arrogant aims, the murder of millions commence

Smile Again

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

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