"cesspits" poems - Hello Poetry

Lies, lies, lies. These days lies look quite like flies, Like some kind of mini, mean and messy destructive beasts. Yes. Lies are flies. They're perchy and ***** And like lies, flies probably remind us Of what happens when something is wrong, when something is dead and decaying. I see a lot of flies these days. They're even more on social media. Many, many, many, many of them, Flying about. Some are really huge too. Huge, irritating and poisoning like those green flies in cesspits. But it seems only a few people seem to care how flies have started living with us, completely normal. We used to have nets and fliesicides to put them away. But now, we seem to rear them and have them live even inside our souls. So you see them in homes You see them in offices, You see them schools, You could see them more in churches No matter how clean everyone and everything and everywhere seem to be. Flies, flies, flies here and there flies, or lies. It makes you wonder what is Dead and decaying and smelling around us. Well, many things are dead Moral is dead Faith is dead Discipline is dead Godliness is dead Patience is dead Conscience is dead Tolerance is dead Love is dead Dead, dead, dead. Dead and decaying!

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Feb 1, 2021

Feb 1, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC

Jonril

Flies and Lies

Lies, lies, lies. These days lies look quite like flies, Like some kind of mini, mean and messy destructive beasts. Yes. Lies are flies. They're perchy and ***** And like lies, flies probably remind us Of what happens when something is wrong, when something is dead and decaying. I see a lot of flies these days. They're even more on social media. Many, many, many, many of them, Flying about. Some are really huge too. Huge, irritating and poisoning like those green flies in cesspits. But it seems only a few people seem to care how flies have started living with us, completely normal. We used to have nets and fliesicides to put them away. But now, we seem to rear them and have them live even inside our souls. So you see them in homes You see them in offices, You see them schools, You could see them more in churches No matter how clean everyone and everything and everywhere seem to be. Flies, flies, flies here and there flies, or lies. It makes you wonder what is Dead and decaying and smelling around us. Well, many things are dead Moral is dead Faith is dead Discipline is dead Godliness is dead Patience is dead Conscience is dead Tolerance is dead Love is dead Dead, dead, dead. Dead and decaying!

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will you, won't you will you, won't you will you, won't you xchange reality, we believe, we take agency we agree aggressive will to cohere, be here, on point, first respondent, codefendant, mental, pause and reflect, what can matter, what remains unexplained, mere must be there, dark materials essential for the data we share, all knowing humans never in history have known, just, what, justice, instantiated, on the cross, wait, face reality, what one man doubts, another testifies, was what we all must just believe, like tov ra means nothing more than good, and evil and any child can tell the difference, as if, in reality as made aware we are, among stars, incredibly arranged in patterns appearing, to us, as more than any before us could imagine, and we, first live Earthian sapient writing species, wrote we lieve be the faith of the ruling majority among us, as the good books makes many believe, we do, too, believe that whatsoever and whosover are general artfully designated pre posed ever what or who may once upon this very time feel drawn into the greatest story ever told, on earth, unbeknownst to any mind let be in Jesus, the fixer of Judaic flaws, mostly along exceptionalist matters of archeological reasonings remains from the prophets sawn asunder, for reasons all Pharisee degrees deny worth under standing as if the actual lines attested to as literal interpretations, of genuine wisdom manifestations, sought by the loser, found by the browser in ancient cesspits, pearls shat and left un re discovered for someday, someday, some day but likely not this one, this is sleep, not death, I shut my eyes and think a thanks, truth prevails.

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Jul 14, 2025

Jul 14, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC

kenpepiton

Serious spill

will you, won't you will you, won't you will you, won't you xchange reality, we believe, we take agency we agree aggressive will to cohere, be here, on point, first respondent, codefendant, mental, pause and reflect, what can matter, what remains unexplained, mere must be there, dark materials essential for the data we share, all knowing humans never in history have known, just, what, justice, instantiated, on the cross, wait, face reality, what one man doubts, another testifies, was what we all must just believe, like tov ra means nothing more than good, and evil and any child can tell the difference, as if, in reality as made aware we are, among stars, incredibly arranged in patterns appearing, to us, as more than any before us could imagine, and we, first live Earthian sapient writing species, wrote we lieve be the faith of the ruling majority among us, as the good books makes many believe, we do, too, believe that whatsoever and whosover are general artfully designated pre posed ever what or who may once upon this very time feel drawn into the greatest story ever told, on earth, unbeknownst to any mind let be in Jesus, the fixer of Judaic flaws, mostly along exceptionalist matters of archeological reasonings remains from the prophets sawn asunder, for reasons all Pharisee degrees deny worth under standing as if the actual lines attested to as literal interpretations, of genuine wisdom manifestations, sought by the loser, found by the browser in ancient cesspits, pearls shat and left un re discovered for someday, someday, some day but likely not this one, this is sleep, not death, I shut my eyes and think a thanks, truth prevails.

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What It Was Like ( In The Trenches ) Sandbags riddled with bullet holes made up the parapet, and barbed wire protected the trenches which were waterlogged knee deep in mud and stinking from overflowing cesspits. Every soldier was infested with lice and from this, many were suffering the severe pains of trench fever. The cold wet and unsanitary conditions were causing trench foot, this in a lot of cases led to amputations. Over the top "No Mansland" an inhospitable wasteland of craters and blackened tree stumps. The burnt out remains of buildings added to the eeriness of this desolate hell on earth. Brown and black rats in their thousands were feeding on the bodies of the dead, which were then exposed from their shallow graves. The air was filled with the smell of cordite and the sickening odour of poisonous gas. Death was the trenches companion day and night from the snipers bullet, artillery bombardment, gas and disease. That’s what it was like. So was it any wonder that on that Christmas morning the troops from both sides laid down their arms and walked out into no mansland, shaking hands, exchanging cigarettes and chocolate, showing photographs of their families, and wishing each other a “ Merry Christmas ” and guess what, they even played football.

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 7:59 AM UTC

peter-thomas-balch

What It Was Like

What It Was Like ( In The Trenches ) Sandbags riddled with bullet holes made up the parapet, and barbed wire protected the trenches which were waterlogged knee deep in mud and stinking from overflowing cesspits. Every soldier was infested with lice and from this, many were suffering the severe pains of trench fever. The cold wet and unsanitary conditions were causing trench foot, this in a lot of cases led to amputations. Over the top "No Mansland" an inhospitable wasteland of craters and blackened tree stumps. The burnt out remains of buildings added to the eeriness of this desolate hell on earth. Brown and black rats in their thousands were feeding on the bodies of the dead, which were then exposed from their shallow graves. The air was filled with the smell of cordite and the sickening odour of poisonous gas. Death was the trenches companion day and night from the snipers bullet, artillery bombardment, gas and disease. That’s what it was like. So was it any wonder that on that Christmas morning the troops from both sides laid down their arms and walked out into no mansland, shaking hands, exchanging cigarettes and chocolate, showing photographs of their families, and wishing each other a “ Merry Christmas ” and guess what, they even played football.

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