Candied Rind

[Suz-zen]

DWAYNE Hi, I know I posted above my favorite lines. Today I have new favorites after returning to read this again!
Then another read and MORE faves!
Let's leave it at .... Thank you.

[DWAYNE]

Thanks Tanner.

I'm getting there, slowly but surely.

[Tanner]

Lean and mean! Dwayne, you are the Moral Compass of the Zone and pass prophetic judgement on the society in which we dwell. Your economy of language is beautiful as I have said many times before. I hope your health improves.

[DWAYNE]

Thanks for the kind words, everybody.

I really wonder, what our democracy, our society, is coming to!

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Dwayne, Once again a poem tells of truth and how exquisitely you tell it. There is always a profound intensity to your poetry, this splendid verse being no exception. Daggers in men smiles indeed. Another truly great poem from your grand bureau. Regards, Tony.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Excoriating - you write to the bone Dwayne!

[Suz-zen]

three lines -Obviscated twist,
Orchestrated grist,
hedonistic tryst.

You got me

[lunar glide]

oh wow. you unloaded a powerful combination of poetic devices on this one. masterful!

[AlexandratheLate]

Your poems are so passionate with grace and commitment - an inspiration Dwayne.

[amenOra]

Great job. You used some of my favorite words. And I have hundreds

snake oiled dreams.
They say snakes are "slimey"; no, honey, that is the worm which is slimey, more or less.

I marvel at the sophistication of your diction and your Original Voice.
Thank you, DWAYNE!

[grant hayes]

Prophetic gaze.

[divot]

It's like watching a horror movie, don't go in there! Dwayne you put a nice spin on this one. Bounce pass baby.

[DWAYNE]

Glad you liked.

Humbled by your praise, Prodigy.

[N. Y. Sonnet]

Another deep write from the knight in shining armour, who wields Truth as his sword. Your word choice, as always, is outstanding, and each one delivers a punch. Top of the queue!

[DWAYNE]

Hollow chambers echo
caverns of turpitude.
Illusory promises.
The disaffected?
subdued.

Obviscated twist,
Orchestrated grist,
hedonistic tryst.

If you thirst,
imbibe hope.
If you hunger,
feast on faith.

The meagre
dwindle since forsaken.
Their condition?
Misanthropic,
if not mistaken.

The barefooted,
urged
to draw on
vacant straps,
find satiety
from scraps.

Snake-oiled dreams
to lubricate expectations.
Embellished,
intoxicated,
exasperation.

But
look past
each clever shill
and you'll soon find,
some rotten apple,
pitching
candied rind!