#banquet
Here comes the end of the age of decodance
Echoes in the Ruins
Wild Puppets pivot in twilight past halls, their strings pulled taut by unseen hands of broken time,
Greedy profit parasites plundering pockets as stock markets socketed, mad
rockets launched while prophets pocketed coins stamped with empires' faces, unholy graces.
Glutted glitz blinds the masses, tongues twisted in gilded speech,
systems listed, teetering, twisted wristwatches ticking in sync
with synaptic sickness, digits drift, dividends split,
creditors cryptic as cynics scripted, their lies dressed in logic,
synesthetic statistics swirling in pastiche politics,
post-truth polemics lacing the air like poisoned incense.
Pious polluters preach penitence, pockets pregnant with prosperity printed,
premonitions predicted in numbers and smoke,
parasitic pyramids plotted, their apex casting shadows on placated crowds.
Automation aggrandized, algorithms agonized, their ghosts humming
through banks baptized in blood, through blockchain baptized,
through barcodes branded on hands of the willing.
Black budgets bandied, corrupt clerics convulsing on camera,
echo chambers echoed, econometrics eclipsed,
technocrats tethered to theological terrors, to visions of progress rotting in its womb.
Terror tethered to territorial temperaments, territories torched,
treaties torn in backrooms where titans are tolerated.
Tabloids titillated, surveillance sanctioned, sanctuaries seized,
syndicates strengthened as stratospheres strangled,
markets metastasized, materiality maximized,
manufactured malice, mandated madness—
and history’s ulcer bursts, bleeding bronze and silicon.
Machiavellian ministers monitor mindscapes,
scaffolded screens scream, sanctioned streams scheme,
psychosomatic psychoanalysis packaged, sterilized,
synthetic saints rise and static surges,
stimuli strangling senses, societies spaghettified,
atrophied archetypes advertised aggressively—
manicured messiahs monopolized, meaning mechanized,
megacities metastasizing, paradise plagiarized,
systems sutured, civilization severing.
Resonance rescinded, residents resigned,
vigilance vaporized, virtue venerated vacantly,
sanctions smothering sovereignty, servitude sanctioned,
sanctified slaves sleep soundlessly, dreaming in debt.
Revolutions recycled, rebels recruited, insurgencies initiated,
empires evaporating, evolution emasculated,
economics engineered, fear fetishized, faith falsified.
Discontent documented, dynasties drowning,
democracies defrauded, elections extinguished,
emperors enthroned on thrones of static and silver.
A wheel turned, rusted, crushed under its own weight.
War woven into whispers, weapons wandering,
bullets baptized in iron hymns, blood banks burgeoning.
History hemorrhaging, heroes hijacked,
propaganda proliferating in pretexts and principles perverted,
pacifism punished, plutocrats paraded, prisoners politicized.
Armistices amputated, antagonists animated,
allies assassinated, annihilation anticipated—
annexations acknowledged as activists anesthetized.
Airstrikes applauded, anarchy advocated,
conquests crystallized, constitutions collapsed,
conglomerates consuming all that was once free.
This was written before, carved in clay, burned in papyrus,
passed from the tongues of ghosts to our ears, ignored.
Power perpetuates, puppeteers perform,
pawns positioned, playbooks practiced,
plans pivoted, parables plagiarized,
prayers punctured, prophets pacified,
policy petrified, purpose perished.
Prospects poisoned, posterity pillaged,
plagues politicized, past plundered,
future forfeited, fates fragmented,
fissures festering, frameworks failing.
Fraud familiarized, fortifications fracturing,
freedom fictionalized, force formalized,
franchises fabricated, fables fossilized.
Functionaries fuming, fantasies franchised,
fraternal fractures festering in silence,
facades fortified, follies festered,
futures famished, faith forfeited, factions fighting.
Fission festering, fire final
until nothing remains.
What is left? Only echoes in the ruins.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
He set out the long, round table
Sufficiently spatial for a up close wedding supper
with the family reclining,
face to face, facing the King,
with room for eternity
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 3:38 AM UTC
There's a Poet who dreams of a Gateway to Heaven
Not some cold austere Gate bolted and closed in your face
As if to say "Clear off! You're not wanted here anymore"
But instead a lovely warm welcoming Gate
A brightly colourful Gate with lots of bunting and ribbons on it
And a big banner over the top announcing
"Welcome Great Poet"
It'd be a bit...a bit like Noddy in Toyland
And there'd be all these pretty young girls with bowls in their hands
Spreading rose petals on the ground for me to walk upon
A beautiful path laid out before me, a carpet of sweet scenting loveliness
And there'd be other boys and girls there too strumming lutes and harps
Like beautiful critics... singing my praises
Inside the Gate it'd be like this wonderful Park
With lovely flowers and shrubs and trees
With marble fountains and statues and quiet flowing streams
With radiant kids and beautiful people and lovely marquees like as if you were attending some wonderful party or banquet,
And then you'd hear a bustle in the hedgerow
But it's only a bunch of publishers vying with one another
Trying to get my signature on a multi million dollar contract
Suddenly ahead of me there'd be this wonderful magnificent throne
It'd be offered to me... offered to me as my true place... my true home
And then a man would come and he'd humbly bow and kneel before me
He'd be offering something to me....
Why! It's the Nobel Prize for Literature
I'd smile and say "Ah shucks guys sure I was only doin' a few rhymes... and a few stories".
Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 2:55 PM UTC
_How does it feel like to float in a complete void, alone with an uncertainty of surviving and going back to where you used to live?_ I was talking about the Sputnik II, the famous satellite launched with the dog Laika aboard. The very scene also portrays the life here on land. Each day, I'm caving in my own realities, an impressive way of escaping. It has buried me in that idea of you existing on it. It is a badge to be given, a sigh each time you twist the **** on the door.
And there I am, a banquet of a montage of a violent delight, a beauty of the sea cascading the shore, it's in my veins, a rushing current of this mere event. I watched people applaud, how the glass clinks, and you, an array of sun, so immaculate, I can't look away.
_I cannot bear losing it._
and we'll be a specks withering, it is a bittersweet love:
I would endlessly live on it.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC
We be given to you
a will in ancient way
slept to the memory of open mind
in the rush and temper of tongue and fire
we dwell in the heat of a white wolves cry
as lamb be's birth brazen and naked on the spit of life
gentle eyes pierce the sky within the fold of skin
collected to sight on the razor sharp ray of sun
coloured to the souls velvet underground
brittle to the bones burn
no turning away in the no return
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
When I die
I shall go
to the banquet
Hall of Eternity.
Where a paradise exists
as deep and beautiful
like hearts ocean.
A place where love
penetrates the atmosphere.
And stardust
energies whisper
inside the realm of no time.
Where freedom and peace
is the golden thread
entwined inside
hallways of The Divine.
Where I shall awaken
to have grand feast
where dishes are fuel
for enlightenment.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
Welcome to the feast
We all come here for the hunger
Come and take a seat a while
Lets talk of friends
Lets talk of style
Elizabeth Squires
She is one to admire
Connecting the dots
So that love may transpire
Kim Johanna Baker
By God’s blessings and grace
Makes this portal
A magical welcoming place
Then there’s Temporal Fugue
Who’s magic awakens
With his humour
Much of my time he has taken
TSPoetry is a royalty
With his noble voice honours me
How much sense that I make
From the words that you’ve choiced
Donna Jones
The three line queen
Pure joy through her literature
Now I’m forever dreaming Haikus
Ouise Godsent Abode
He knows
With five lines he unravels
Then tickles your bones
z-blossom your stanzas
Are so pleasing to the eye
How the vivid words ring
To my ears as sublime
CGY Your haikus
They have blown my mind
To collide with Benji’s
Beautifully long, flowing write
Ghostwriter and Mykayla shea
Even though I rarely see ye
I’ve read through most your poetry
And hope that there’s loads more to read!
As for Clark Dave Hitchens
I just read him in my kitchen
This way I found a witty rhyme
But not to undermine his brilliance
Janae you are on it
Red Flag, Daydream,
Magic Kiss, Invisibility,
Brain *****
Vlassis I will quote you
When I need to charm a woman
Otherwordly Wanderer
When some hope I need to summon
God bless to Tyler Mathews
He is posting every day
I hope the universe conspires
For us to carry on that way!
To learn of freeform prose I can
Take a scroll to SR Millan
And if I want a treat dessert
Ellie Graves has tonnes and tonnes of work!
Zhanuary Arielle
So much passion your words tell
I feel I understand them
Natural imagery does us well!
Marie James Alexander
I pandered to the thought of you
When I put Ramen in my soup
I chuckle at some words you choose
Daniel Steven Moskowitz
Your poetry endless
Your writing is phenomenal
Your arguments relentless
Camiliamhd I wish that I
Could read what you are saying
When I read your pretty poetry
I feel like I am praying!
Vanessa Gonzales
She has got the attitude
With Fredrick Njoroge block style
They push onto higher altitudes!
Kesha You have peirced me
With your double barrel stanzas
I had to go read SoulSurvivor
To practice on my Mantras
Now that the round is over
It is time for us to feast
I thought that I'd invite you
So that we'd have a chance to meet
Thank you all for being
Thank you all for caring
Thank you all for sharing
Thank you all for reading
<3
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
I thought life was a feast
a banquet to sit at and enjoy
but the variety was so small
the feast - fast food instead
I've had my fill
don't want to upset the Host
so I nibble on
But I've had my fill...
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC