"euphemistic" poems
"Compassionate Conservatism"
and
"friendly fire":
Euphemistic oxymorons
capable of
destroying hospitals.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
It follows my movements
behind a seashell,
every few steps
it drops the cup
over it's shoulder
prolifically it shifts
positions, so do I,
as slight of hand.
If the secret of love
is buried in his armpit,
and it is, maniacally.
Tho' not the kind
you buy at the movies,
of optimist derringers,
smoking guns.
Still,
flight begins when
the sun goes down
it shifts euphemistic trees
like shadow puppets
into walls of passion,
makes bulimia dreams
of doughnut holes,
something sweet
craving bakery counters
and bagels take up
the lonesome place
still ringing in our ears,
my ears,
placards hanging lobes
of the emotionally distressed,
handicapped dangle
I can't move my tongue
...again.
But, they still hear love
whisper their name
just before
the dawn becomes.
Sunny rising sonic
boom that scatters the birds
all into synchronized
sign language.
We strain,
to hear them sing anthems
over the roof tops,
it makes us happy to hear
every time,
just one more time.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
SIN...is too kind a word, for a God **** ****** Queer
ABOMINATION is a better fit. Does this seem austere?
-
Not austere enough! Condemnation it does lack
Damnation for eternity...for a sin so vile and black
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Why is a Queer a Queer? Was he born that way?
God Almighty gave him up [1], soon his soul He'll slay
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"Gay"...euphemistic slang
From a Faggot's mouth, an insult and harangue
-
How gay do you suppose, do you suppose you'll be?
When every ****** burns, for all eternity
[1] Romans 1:24
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC
The light cast through the window pain
Reflecting off the dirt and rain
Caused images that waxed and waned
Surreal scenes that seemed to feign
The cool demise of bygone shame
A demure euphemistic glow
That adamantly tries to show
Ethereum it longs to know
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC
CRV: California Redemption Value?
Nice euphemistic cover-up for a TAX.
Nice, nice, very nice, CA elected state officials;
Nicely done, Sacramento.
Everywhere else in the country you get real money—
A fixed number of pennies, nickels, or dimes—
For your plastic bottles and aluminum cans.
But in California, the licensed recyclers
Get to pull the market price out of their *** each morning.
California Redemption Value?
What ******* genius
Government kleptocrat thought that one up?
Conspiracy Alert: who gets all that CRV money?
And what are they doing with it?
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
I hold tight to my locket
Splotches of grey clouding my vision
I wonder if my eyes are falling out of the socket
And I think with such terrifying precision
Rapid expansion and contraction
My breathing is out of sync
And its starting a chain reaction
I'm sliding toward the brink
I hate this hospital bed
I hate this room with its sickly white walls
And the ever-pressing reminder of the dead
That sometimes pass down these halls
Nobody talks straight
Always just euphemistic ********
I need someone to translate
I want to quit
But I won't, I can't
To sever my ties
To uproot my plant
That would only quicken my demise
I will hold fast
And hope that it can last
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Sonorous sensation seething sorrowful
Sagacity serendipitous
Sing-song similes sidling southward
Seemingly slipping ******
spectacular symmetry shows sputtering soul
Fallacies
fall
fluttering
fecundity fearlessly flaunting
former friendships foundered
narcissistic
N u a n c e s
nearing
nightshades
nymph-like nuptials
nocturne
destiny Disposes
damaged defenses
duly dramatizing
dour dowager dreams
declaiming drowsy doleful deeds
Euphemistic
elegiac
embargo/encounter
exiled emissary
endless
ecstatic
echoes
echoes
echoes
echoes
echoes
.............................................
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
Beneath the calm
Of moonlit leaves,
Lying lovers
Shoot the breeze.
When in the moment
Of the mode,
Between the rhythm
Of stride and strode,
Shoot off your mouth
And not your load.
Corner thugs
Will deal you drugs
To smoke or snort
Or mainline shoot.
It's a slippery slope
Of lost freewill,
The up is high,
The trip's downhill.
You're in the cross hairs;
Drugs shoot to ****
The shooter feigns
Heeding advice,
So craps himself
On loaded dice.
The lawyers grin
Without remorse;
They shoot your savings
Throughout divorce.
The pool hall hustler
Cues his cool,
Looking for
A snookered fool.
Naively, when the children play,
Yell, “Ah shoot!” instead of say,
“Ah ****
We say that's okay.
Like saying, ****
When they can.
It's in the Bible, see?
Sports Illustrated
Puts out a shoot
Of photoshops
In skimpy suits.
When we say
We shoot meat,
Do we stalk roasts
On city streets;
From our hide
On city blocks,
Do we crossbow
Down our chops;
Do we rope *******
Then use buckshot?
It's euphemistic,
A rich spadeful:
"We shoot 'em all,"
And that's no bull.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
A heated, serrated blade
Drives deep beneath my skin
Boiling my blood
Tearing my flesh
Smashing my bones
I stand without feet
While I smash without hands
Demons drive my soul to Hell
Where I bask in their glow of hatred
I drive them away with my smirk
Do not cross me
You know nothing of my potential
Crazed psychopathy is euphemistic
To the destruction of my wrath
Leaving nothing untouched by my flame
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
So,
I may have gotten a bit drunk last night,
(See previous entry).
It seems I haven't handled my madness,
It seems I'm still suspended.
Between adulthood and childhood is a very unpleasant place to be,
If only I handled life like I handle liquor.
Each drop is a knife in the cerebellum,
Hoping it might bury the feelings,
How lucky the asexual are.
How lucky,
And how belabored I am to bear a mind like this!
Lost,
I've always been at home where I'm lost.
Now,
I'm wrapped in it.
Surrounded by it.
Penetrated by it in the most euphemistic kind of way.
Thoroughly,
It encapsulates me,
The ether of burden,
A treasure I wish I could share,
Ashamed that I wish I care.
Voices will tell me,
Shouting!
"You'll do great things, a smart boy like you."
"You've been so blessed by God."
I'm in a void of pride in a sea of aimless ambition,
To do the great,
To conquer the world,
To see the fuel of my turmoil turn to ash.
Angst would be sugarcoating it,
Anger will never describe how it feels,
To be simultaneously empty and full.
I'm at grief like a fly at a summer picnic.
I fly off the potato salad,
Off the handle,
It's thrilling to be at the mercy of giants,
Swatting hands.
Nothing seems to heal.
Nothing seems to calm,
Nothing can make up for losing God like losing a family member you never talked to.
And you wish you did,
Because life would be so much easier.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
A misty morning
Leaves its dew
On a slab of granite
Facing the back yard,
The names etched
Recently.
Across the roadway,
Facing the asphalt
Sits a bench, its seats
Empty, the names
Obscure. Children
Play innocently.
Passing away is
Euphemistic, but
The phenomenon
Is not. Granite and
Urns of dust carry
On and on and on.
Innocence during
Life stops as mind
Becomes attuned
To the slings and
Arrows of decades
Of faulty love.
A long-lost friend
Received a holiday
Letter, years after
No-contact love.
He suffered much,
Died yesterday.
All these years, I
Have strayed, paths
Worn down by
Rain and mud.
Is there a road
Home?
Rebellion begets a
Ton of memories,
Lost kisses, roses dried
And withered, off-key
Music and dead
Teetotalers.
The earth is tired,
So favorite lullabies
Drown in salt and
Ice, alongside dirges
And psalms, just
In time.
© Lewis Bosworth, 1/2017
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
"Plausible deniability" is an euphemistic phrase often used, it seems, by the CIA, among many other spying agences around the world, that really means "lying."
Is "lying" what our flag stands for? Is "lying" what we really want our flag to stand for?
When push comes to shove (too often, literally, as in "off the cliff"), that's exactly what it stands for.
What a morally grotesque, spiritually denuded flag we therefore salute unwittingly.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 2:11 PM UTC
The light cast through the window pain
Reflecting off the dirt and rain
Caused images that waxed and waned
Surreal scenes that seemed to feign
The cool demise of bygone shame
A demure euphemistic glow
That adamantly tries to show
Ethereum it longs to know
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 1:42 PM UTC
Only a genuine love can slay
Euphemistic friends from afar
Though staying grounded in clouds
Is easier than it sounds
And troubling thoughts play
The man who will pay
It makes its way away
And now it stays
Vestigial moods dance
As you start to wonder
What will be her stance?
In a life that’s seasonal
You ought to be reasonable
For she cannot see
Thoughts hidden
And good intentions to be
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 8:11 PM UTC
I get that beef fat and butter
in this day and age are a sin
and contribute to the decline
of myself and this earth
But, my lords and ladies,
I am weak
and beholden to the
grease shined smile
on stuffed chops
as my euphemistic dad ***
becomes ever more so,
ballooning to a middle age where
there be dragons
I plead mercy,
and perhaps some ice cream
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 2:35 AM UTC