Word of the Day Challenge #51-Untitled Poem

Wrack and ruin
rise from the ashes
grotesque phoenix
bloated with assurance
with smug knowledge
that no matter how many times you burn
salvation will appear
rising you above the common man
again.
Swords are no longer lethal
weapons computerized
images play out
a black and white television
war fought from safety afar
while men
women
children
are considered a cost of maintaining
the Warrior face.
Sign the papers
do not look
do not read
pass along to those as lazy as ye
sell away everything
for nary a farthing.
Sheer idiocy
brought us to our knees
thought to be subjugated
turned the tables
revolution brought about
rising up
taking back what is rightfully ours.
Pulled from the depths
placed upon trial
public outcry
denial
tried to empty out accounts of gold
flee across seas so bold.
When caught…….
tears
crocodile or real
who cares
you thought to debase
to rise above again and again
spewing hatred
feudal restraints…..
Grand gestures
mean naught
dip into your coffers
pay your due
disregarded
your requests for leniency.
Awaiting fate
slow crawl of each second
tick tock
tick tock
torture
never mind the smile upon my face.
Bell has rung
time has come
hatred never pays
guns will come
let’s play this game our way.
©August 20/19
Picture found on Pinterest
Advertisements

Future Unknown

Frivolous
dance on the greens
succubi leap
satyrs plies
jumble of horns
pipes
leading the lascivious
hidden behind the golden veil.
Debauchery
mask of solemnity
shown to the world
ripped free
drunk from the fountain of greed
sated on the bones of the poor
unwanted
undesired
save for man’s glory.
Rumbles begin to grow
voices raised in dissent.
Daises beribboned in scarlet
thunderous condemnation
for the hordes
(peaceful protest)
dismissed as foolish
uneducated
ignorant of truth.
‘How dare they compare
decide 
they have the strength
the inborn knowledge 
such as we
to make wrack and ruin 
of this glorious world’
Pious bastards.
Sanctimonious bitches.
Banal words spoken.
Hush the populace
this is the thought
unoriginal as it is.
Awaken.
Lay at their feet no longer.
Pull down pretenders
who would lay waste
decimate
until…..
©July 20/19
Picture via Pinterest

Thy Name Is……

Sit at the table
sneer on your face
tap your pen
in time to the voices in your head.
Denouncing
goading
whispers of grandeur
look around
can anyone guess?
Do they see?
Behind your eyes
insanity sits.
Power hungry
devouring
jaws agape
news of death
bloodshed
assassination
daily fodder of sustenance.
Behind your smiles
madness held at bay.
Finger on the button
threat of world wars
cajoling works no more.
You are but a jolly monster
slowly appearing between the cracks
delighted with the devastation
that flows and follows you
declaring that this is god’s work.
Stumble you will
fall you shall
when you do
this will hopefully stop
our world’s descent into hell.
©July 10/19
Picture via Pinterest

Rhetorical

Tread carefully

words spoken

actions taken

are not easy to forget

when used as weapons

to destroy

to raze

to belittle.

Saccharine sweet

falling from sadistic lips

mouthed insincerity

practiced

meaningless

tear down those who offer nothing

to further you…..

your agenda

your need for world domination.

Emptiness

hollow

do they plug you in at night

downloading program after program

on how to exterminate

projects

people

countries

to further decay

black rot seen reaching out

spreading like a plague.

Wonder if your following knows

realizes

understands…..

You do not believe in them.

You do not believe them capable.

Hot headed

easily manipulated

pointed

used

furthering an agenda

of dissolution.

Detractors

cases built showing abuses

suddenly gone

torture

pain

death

devastation.

Witches cackle

curses follow

the path your have bored

foolhardy at best

ruination of the world

dancing as Nero played his fiddle.

Abject horror

bombs reign down…..

Today’s tomorrow

desolation

lifeless

what you have done

cannot be undone

are you ready to live with that?

©June 8/19

Picture via Pinterest

No Escape

Bright lights
illuminate puddles
splashing through
running
must get away
escape the pain
the devastation
the war between
heart and mind.
Pontificate
sharp barbs
wicked hooks
sheer horror
look into the mirror
devil’s playground
war between good and evil.
Mourning tweed
monsters peer beneath
putrid breath of society
chained
mated
always disbelieved.
Blood red
river flaying the banks
slick terror
guns have found their way
onto the streets
into the hands
necessitated
martial law
trying to protect…….
There is no protection
there is no relief
our time
your time
their time
it has come…..
murderous rumble 
vile chant
war is coming
there is no escape.
©May 6/19
Picture via Pinterest

War came to Fairy Land

When war came to Fairy Tale land
it was a sight to see
none knew what to do
or
who was against who?
Tooth Fairy was top dog
no longer doing the work
sending out minions to collect teeth
while she sat
eating bonbons
getting very fat.
As everyone knows
the kinder you are to your employees
they will do what you want
when you want 
without question.
(Well some small questions)
Grumbles began to rumble
dissatisfaction
at an all time high
revolution being planned in plain sight
at tavern tables
polishing rotted teeth
building another wing on the Tooth Castle.
There was going to be trouble
this was true
they did not know how to go
or who they should see.
He came flying in on a wonderous carpet
colors of white/pink/blue
sat upon stools in taverns
hastening along the mumbles to grumbles
to outright mutiny.
As everyone knows
once rebellion does begin
once armies begin to amass
there is no turning back.
One General to the other
there will be no suing for peace.
This peculiar war
waged between Tooth Fairy
and
Toilet Paper Fairy
(a new kid on the block)
became one for the books
as teeth arrows flew
toilet paper bombs smashed the line.
When all the dust settled
Tooth Castle knocked down
up went one made solely of
you guessed it…..
toilet paper.
Soon teeth minions were turned
toilet paper carriers they became
where the work did not include
trying to steal the teeth of small children
leaving little in return
except for maybe some bad dreams.
As toilet paper carriers
they were the delight of all kingdom comes
saving more than one bottom
from a nasty plight.
***Toilet Paper Fairy is the fairy who provides you
     tiny scraps of toilet paper when the roll has run out.
©April 28/19
Picture via Pinterest

Untitled Poem #3

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
show me please
how this day will fall.
Grim Reaper dances through the streets
pockmarked
pitted
cratered
scent of death in the air.
Words were thrown
gauntlet down
little boys playing big boy games
never knowing the terror that would abound.
Seer
tears streaming down her cheeks
sits high upon the mountain
safe
secure
no fall out here
watching the destruction of this world.
Words were spoken
they came to be
no one was saved
for no one would heed.
Mass destruction
madness bred into the lines
never again shall mankind move forward
destroyed by the pettiness
of tiny little men.
Oct. 18/18