3 Poems of Satire

^ Autumn 2013.

The Poet & The Muse:

Coffee stained papers,

And yellow fingers.

Oral stone tapers;

Melancholy lingers. . .

Hips like ocean waves,

This nymph pulls me in,

Then pushes me down;

Such devious sin. . .

Melodies have tired,

And sketches expired.

Friendships once desired:

They were hired, they were fired. . .

Caught a butterfly,

So I thought at least.

I chased her around,

How her fruits they tease. . .

People come and go,

Feelings never show,

Passer bys they know;

Time with me, moves slow. . .

Reached out to touch her,

But my hands went through.

No one knows neglect,

The way that I do. . .

My hair: turning grey,

Falling out, such dismay.

Suffocated by clay,

That twists and melts away. . .

Lady, let me be,

I don’t want you ‘round.

Your chains are broken,

I’m no longer bound.

Memories faded,

My past out-dated, 

Am I what’s jaded?

Life’s overrated. . .

I’ve smelled vanilla,

I’ve seen colors, I’ve. . . 

tasted Passion-fruit.

I once felt alive. . .

An Industry of Perdition:

Mad, law-less Apes

Without fur,

Riding,

Upon,

Dragon flies. . .

Wings of steel,

Cyclops brow,

Fiends, rule the skies.

A land 

In pain

By ignorant. . . 

Apes 

mirth!

Towers spring forth 

From the ground,

Stretching, 

To the sky,

Like trees. . .

Their branches,

Of smoke and fog, 

Borne, by the breeze.

The mark 

Of Cain 

Covers. . . 

The entire 

Earth. . .

Tiny beetles 

Cover slabs,

Of black,

Paved-trails,

Through the maze. . .

Rubber legs,

Strolling along,

While, in a daze.

Abundant Fry!

But, 

no room. . . 

Left 

Bounteous!

Caterpillars

Filled with coal,

Turtles,

Crossing,

Lime-green seas. . .

These all scream,

Echoing the sound,

Of, Adam’s seed.

His 

Firstborn’s 

Cry. . . 

Is still, 

All around us. . .

The House of Cards:

A couple stands beneath the stars,

Commotion stirs into debate.

Their stripes showing as plaintive scars,

For all to see their dirty slate.

The husband leads a life of play,

While the wife works her life away.

Their lives are needless disarray;

Their marriage, has been left astray. 

Their children and their home’s a mess,

For all they ever do is fight.

Their children lost in loneliness, 

Running the streets, throughout the night.

If only they could make amends,

Compromise, as when they were friends.

Then all of the chaos would suspend,

But they won’t change: so it won’t end.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nusquam Esse]

I honestly thought it was amusing, the way you grouped three poems together, and yet the middle one had such a different structure; nestled between sonnets. If you were going to keep the three grouped like this, I would almost be tempted to actually 'satirically' mention as such. I particularly liked the first stanza of the first poem, a good way to get people's attention, and keep them reading.

[Gedalya]

It is almost humorous, that I actually have better poems than the ones I've uploaded XD
Yeah, the first poem is satire mostly about myself and the ideal of a perfect woman, that will not manifest. The second, well. . . The title gives it away. And lastly, the third is more about political parties and their bickering, however. . . I don't think many people would notice it.

[Nusquam Esse]

I was under the impression that politics were satire?

[Gedalya]

LOLOLOL You mean as a general principle, that politics in itself is? if so, I'm glad you entertained me. I never thought of it that way, that made me laugh. You know, one of those good laughs.

[Nusquam Esse]

When watching people discuss politics, it seems absurd that any of them are actually serious. Surely politics in their modern form are derived from Jonathan Swift; albeit with great fervor?

[Gedalya]

I wish you were the devil sitting on my right shoulder, at least then I could laugh myself into a seizure, in which I hasp for air. The thing about politics, is that a tyrant can be a man in his own home. I'm sure you've seen those domesticated Stalins, lol

[Nusquam Esse]

Imagine what my devils are like... the one of my right tells me to burn things to the ground, while the left devil tells me why I shouldn't... but I am fairly certain he is being sarcastic, or at least ironic... how else am I to interpret the words, "If you don't light the children on fire, they will live long lives". And if you ask me, people are far too caught up on the ideals of 'tyranny'. I think we should all take a moment, and consider who is the tyrant of the tyrants... Death, which claims us all in danse macbre? Cardinal Desire (yeaaa for puns)? Irony lusted for by either the divine or by a historic transient force? Vodka and Pierogi? Or perhaps their Wives?

[Gedalya]

LoL. You have a point, I find it humorous that a man can be both his own master and slave.

[Sami Khalil]

You use truth and mystery in your writes and that is commendable. Very interesting bundles of truth and pain of humanity. Bravo......................

[Gedalya]

Yeah, I only bundled them to get them up and going quicker. I'll unscramble their brains, and let them have their own exposure. lol
I appreciate your feedback, by the way.

[zainul]

I got your point.
I hope each of the bundled stuff will be freed soon to receive reviews from the learned littérateurs.

[Gedalya]

That word ^ was beautiful, lol I can just imagine it rolling off the tongue with eloquence. I think the best poems I have on here are actually individuals. In that case, you may have a good point.

[zainul]

Hearing from a great poet like you is really a great pleasure.:)

[Gedalya]

I tip my hat to you. I'm really enjoying having encountered you, there is so much depth in your poetry, and you are so good at restraining the fervor with understatement. I applaud you, good sir! Your last poem was phenomenal. I couldn't have said it better myself. I can't wait to read the wellspring of emotions spill onto the page again.

[zainul]

I feel very blessed and honored,dear friend.
I have no suitable words to reciprocate your compliments.
I express my heartfelt thanks and gratitude for your outstanding favor.

[zainul]

These poems are splendid.
Love their amazing rhymes and meanings.

Could you post them separately?
I think,they deserve individual consideration.