Category: new poetry

Read Poetry: MORBID DECEIVER, by Bob Mazzei

Morbid Deceiver

Oh morbid deceiver, speak of you this day
Don’t ladies look so dazed, keep yer grief at bay
So you noble gentlemen, of unnatural brave wives
Lots of wrongs for you, to do throughout your lives
You people on the bastions carrying burning weights
Reaping wheat afield, water cliff, cuts and waits
You brides to count for hours in full turquoise stay
In clotted haze to toil, the servant can’t say nay
Afflicted creatures’ pain to world you sadly take
The worm to kings impresses its badge and its sake
To You the pure breath that the world redeems
Be humankind obliged and blessed be your dreams
Let the guts be wrung, to such a tyrant so cruel
His lying tongue the Human will finally clog and rule
To this universal mockery, slayer asking glory
For indelibly inking with quantity any story
I address now my scorn, right away, I will not bilk
False treasurer your sweat he sucks like a milk
Ay, Lions he starts to dance on the sheep cot
Obsessed like a God by severe laws to rot
You care not of the slave, struck all of a heap
Since his idler master, you can buy dirt-cheap
So that their limbs and bones, you may both swell
By contempt and disdain, and more of your own spell
You to garnish lights of dawn and dusk alike
Out of foamy pride, yet you beguile and spike
Award to weak a power, and memory to the dead
Your vindictive justice for those who haven’t fled
You sink bravery for ungrateful won’t be still
Your bent lovers to kiss you oh dear being of thrill
Ill or the pits you state any life ought to live
Be your sword the canon to reign and to sieve
The Greek artillery in the desert you do murk
And there, the Roman authority religiously lurk
So that ruthlessly the deep night it may cast
And blind the dreamer who dared the cave leave fast
The refined you lead to their glorious grandeur
And hedonist boors to rude craze de rigueur
Ah, You banish the tempter, of war is fond your brood
Your fools and you to rag the earth, way wild and lewd
Warn folks beware at glancing over beyond the town
The gang of thugs at court would make your time drown
Bliss to forgoers, they deserve your abundance
Lo, mercy, peace, and your holy alliance
Human or inhuman, real or unreal? Ah, crowd
Let it have shining abode or macabre shroud
At the fine sewer of civil culture you commend
That the furious plebs want to make it end
Ah, unmindful and insolent, they are to scoff
Let ‘em fall in hands of the austere well-off
Oh, liberal father, fair torment be their luck
Crawling sly king, into the eternal’s gown ye tuck
Yet in a charming daybreak when all chains will go untie
Next to shark gods be left to share grave and woe… Goodbye

Genre: Philosophical, Political.

Site: punkia.com (my column called The Future Inn)

Twitter: @bomazzei

Read Poetry: A Good Workout, by Bree Rommel

Do not look!
Thou shalt not look
I daren’t even cast a curious glance
At the odd creature with a perky ass
That walked into my gym at five o’clock,
Of course – the cursed spinning class.
I must not look, I shan’t submit –
My brain is pulsing with the healthy beat
Of lust and life and them combined
Treason, treason of the blood! the old Bard states proud
I’ll have that lying, cheating head –
– Between her toned legs at once, the Scottish dialect declares
Duffy! Be quiet. Not here, not now, not on this damned mat.
My slimy body drips deceit –
Bend over, cheater! Millay screams.
Embrace the treason:
Love and other abstract nouns
Make very little reason
To displace one’s dissatisfaction
Upon the undeserving, soulless steel.
I sigh and do as I am told –
Amidst the chaos, one thought persists and rises above all:
I beg of you, my nameless, bald beloved,
Please fuck me hard against this wall!

Genre: Cocky, Funny, Sexy

Read Poetry: New World Shakespeare #1, by Rishabh Parmar

New World Shakespeare #1

Thou art love. Thou art warmth

Thy life is mine, my heart is Thine

Oh my love! doth you feel my fondness?

My puissant desire for you is limitless.

– Rishabh Parmar (Author and Poet)

Read Poetry: TRUTH, by Eftichia kapardeli

Water deeply to
roots effortlessly in
equanimity with earth united
the graces of truth
Similar is with the
love and heart’s desire
***
But in the cosmic game
the absurdity of the times
sowing thickens
worn small
erroneous lives
in a temporary
drunkenness chimera
For power, for spoils
***
The truth liberated
from Circle of illusion
spreads soul streets
Beauty sharp chisel

Read Poetry: BiTs And PieCEs, by Yegon Winston

The clouds were teeming with rain,
And from a distant hut, smoke wafted,
You pulled me close…and deeply kissed me,
Held the moment, with the hands of stolen time,
Your fingers dancing on my skin,
And that was goodbye,
The last whole piece of you,
Left me in the tornado of pain and loneliness,
Where my tears, became one with the rain drops,
And bits and pieces that flowed into the river.

Like that smoke, that in the mist disappeared,
So are the memories of the days we shared,
Like leaves, that fall and by the wind swept,
So are the memories of nights you touched me,
The rattling pieces that my heart is,
Reminds me of days we danced in the sunset by the river,
Now all that is left are bits and pieces that slowly fade.

Well, It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I live in the time forgotten,
It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I make snow angels out of sadness,

And wishes, out of worries and loneliness,
It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I reflect on the darkness that lights my world,
And It’s with these bits and pieces,
That I mould you whole, the best way I remember you

Read Poetry: Take No More Prisoners, by JoAnne Macco

https://joannaoftheforest.wordpress.com/

Take no more prisoners.

Teach them the skills

Of their ancestors

Who thrived for centuries

In icy blue waters

Living in freedom

With dignity.

Watch them live wild

Leaping for joy,

For their own reasons,

Not for our entertainment.

Ask their forgiveness

For the depravity

Of their captivity.

Listen to their songs

Rising from the depths

Of the wide ocean

Not from concrete misery.

Learn from their truth,

Untarnished

By human manipulation.

Read Poetry: Essential, by Celeste de Wet

Is this the essence of it all?
Is it the all of what we have?
Is the essence mothers’ loving arms enfolding a broken heart?

Do we always know it all?
Is this the essence of it all?

What is your fact to be?
The centre of this revolving world?
The essential pivot?

Is it our peaceful contemplation of wisdom, the knowledge?
That we are all still students?

Would this be an important detail for future, for present?
Or should it remain in the past?

Is this your essence of it all?
Is this your essential?
Your essence of it all

Read Poetry: WOOD IN THE RAIN, by Kevin Morris

My hair is barely wet 

At all 

And yet 

The rain did fall 

As I stood 

In yonder wood. 

 

The yammer 

Of a hammer 

Reached my ear, 

While the birds free 

Sang to me 

As I touched the flowers 

That know not hours. 

 

 

 

 

 

Read Poetry: Don’t Paint the Roses, by A. Gouedard

she remembered she was falling
reaching for a cake crumb
swallowing a draught
that completely turned her head

 

she was running round the roses
painting red and white
challenging the chess board
to maneuvers in the dark

 

she had a distant memory
of a love that struck a spark
but the tables all kept turning
when he tried to take her hand

 

in the horrors and delusions
that stalked this troubled land
he loved her all the time
but he had lost his mind

 

lovers often lose their way
whether they are sane or mad
all is topsy-turvy
when the news is always bad

 

they race around in shadows
trying to find a light
their dreams become a nightmare
ruining their night

 

but up above the stars shine out
constellations point the path
if only they could both sit down
gazing up at last

 

the roses never needed paint
he knew that all along
check mate only brings an end
to more that can be done

 

lovers only need to sit
and think what love’s about
and forget the silly games
that pull them inside out