- By William S. Tribel (Repressionist Poet)
In the digest form
Language of conspiracy
Association
Of or with, as opposed to
A tangible act in kind
In the digest form
Language in complicity
Destabilization
For and to the meek and massed
Sub minor majorities
In the digest form
Language inconsistency
Obama-nation
By as from those that say so
All and every in union
With grace and good form
All given propensity
Right until the end
Ever in the digest form
With no good reason for war
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Into Dust
A Villanelle
- By Repressionist poet Tina Twito
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
These fickle moments skewered across the years.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
You do not notice love disguising lust.
You seek the kiss you crave beneath the leers.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
These shining wonders all begin to rust,
This new Pandora's box of subtler fears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
You'll find there is no bread beneath the crust.
You'll find that when you scream, nobody hears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
There's no true beauty where there's no disgust.
There's no true joy without the cleanse of tears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
You think my words decrepit and unjust.
You will not fear the heat until it sears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
- By Repressionist poet Tina Twito
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
These fickle moments skewered across the years.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
You do not notice love disguising lust.
You seek the kiss you crave beneath the leers.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
These shining wonders all begin to rust,
This new Pandora's box of subtler fears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
You'll find there is no bread beneath the crust.
You'll find that when you scream, nobody hears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
There's no true beauty where there's no disgust.
There's no true joy without the cleanse of tears.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
You think my words decrepit and unjust.
You will not fear the heat until it sears.
These temporal things will crumble into dust.
Be wary, child, of where you put your trust.
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