Thursday, September 24, 2026
POEM "The Black Sheep on the Path of Light"
The Black Sheep on the Path of Light
By Richard H. Fay
In defiance of my rotten relations
Who acted as a malignant mass
Sickening society’s collective corpus
With ugly utterances and dreadful deeds,
I shunned the path of malevolence.
In insolence toward inimical elders
Who labelled me the blackest sheep,
Berating and belittling me bitterly,
I held honor and honesty even higher
And stayed on a contumacious course.
In rebellion against contemptible kin
Who spread great trouble and torment,
Revelling in roisterous chaos
With maliciously monstrous glee,
I trod the road of right and light.
POEM "Gilded Rubbish"
By Richard H. Fay
The dilettante poet pens florid verse
Overfilled with flowery flourishes
But sorely devoid of deeper meaning.
Profoundness eludes the poetaster
Plugging away at his garish garbage
So gladly adorned with baroque baubles,
So sadly replete with extreme excess.
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POEM "Family Tree Surgeon"
By Richard H. Fay
Might be nice to take an axe
And chop down one's family tree,
A gnarled wreck rotten to the core.
Might be nice to trim one's familial sapling,
Cutting limbs tainted with wickedness,
Ensuring growth free of corruption.
Might be nice to be rid of the evil
Once and for all.
POEM "Sinister Mater"
Sinister Mater
By Richard H. Fay
Sinister mater speaks with a serpent's tongue,
Whispering woeful words and devilish deceits,
Hissing hateful invectives and terrible taunts.
Baleful mother badgers and belittles her brood,
Sowing sombre seeds of depression and distress,
Reaping sick satisfaction from any damages done.
Malicious parent foments misery and misfortune,
Wishing the worst for her oppressed offspring,
Dreaming of her spawn’s destruction and death.
POEM "Disgruntled Wannabe"
By Richard H. Fay
The disgruntled wannabe writer
Blamed others for his literary woes.
The aggravated would-be author
Took out his anger on the world.
The out-of-sorts hopeful scrivener
Flung bitter barbs at one and all.
The malcontent tyro scribbler
Became nothing but a sad troll.
POEM "Who Was The Villain?"
By Richard H. Fay
I tried to lead a virtuous life
While you dragged me down;
Ever you flung false accusations
And projected your own vices
Upon my ever stainless soul.
You averred that I was a villain
While you performed vile deeds.
You declared that I was the devil
While you acted in evil ways.
You treated me like a criminal
While you committed many crimes.
You depicted me as despicable
While you behaved deplorably.
You deemed me to be wicked
While you wallowed in wrongness.
You proclaimed me to be sinful
While you reveled in sundry sins.
In truth, who was the villain?
Not I!
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