Howling at the Moon

...when the quiet transfixed my eyes,

finally realized your darkly overt tenor

no matter how often you change colors

beastly burdens invasion upon mine soul

piranha eating flesh of thy innocent young

professing peace, love, interminable charity

wolf in sheep masquerade of disavowel's claws

scraping bottom of bowels and viscera

have you no soul, even fiends take offense

cut thy own tongue and feed it unto thy ego

wallowing in the contradictions thine own self

repudiation will be thou own ruination in hell

Reviews

[The Daisy]

This is really great. You see, I love poems that are political in nature. Whilst reading this, I couldn't help but picture sardonic politicians around the world. Such potency in your metaphors and vivid imagery, Frieda. After reading several of your poems, I think you can now have an anthology of them. I love that your poems are empowering.

[Frieda P]

Jazzed you felt this one Day's Eye...politicians would certainly fit the bill here! Thanks so much for your glowing review, it's made my day...

[The Daisy]

I'm glad. :)

[PP]

Can I copy this, memorize it and recite to some people who I know need these words shouted out at them real loud?? You mind..LOL

[Frieda P]

Be my guest if someone fooked you with you in that way, they certainly deserve this and more!

[PP]

Sure they do...and they probably need a transportation arranged to hell too :) I am working on it

[Frieda P]

Ha, transportation is at the toe of your red stilettos hon ;-)

[PP]

Really? I gotta find my red stiletto now..thought I had lost it :(

[Frieda P]

Nah, I have faith in you...you know what I mean, you can do it.

[PP]

I exactly know what you mean..sooner rather than later it will be :)

[Frieda P]

You know that Nike ad, Just do it! ;-)

[PP]

hahaha...Thumbs up :)

[Frieda P]

Yeppers ;-)

[PP]

:)))))