Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
The imps of impotence
Are immolated
In the carnival of incompetence.
Cannibal carnivores—
Carnies with sharp
Charades—
Serrated blades
Bent sinfully south—
Resting in Satan’s mouth—
Inverted sinward.
All hell is bound inward—
An indomitable inferno
Within the snowflakes
That make up a blizzard.
The lava piles high
In powedered pumice.
The afterglow melts
In monotonous minds
Mirroring a macabre hold
Of malfeasant morals.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, February 26, 2026.
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Alliteration stands out to me in this poem Tristan, It is a carnival of horror a mirror gallery where double alliterations and triple occur in the first, second and third stanzas stanza as if reflected somehow in a distorted hall of mirrors. There are further reflections in the last two stanzas. Very creative my friend
Soren, you saw exactly what I was building. The carnival imagery wasn’t just thematic…it was structural. Layered alliteration meant to bend back on itself like warped glass. Calling it a distorted hall of mirrors feels right on target. Thank you, my friend. 🎪🔥❄️🙏
You are most welcome Tristan I am beginning to worry that I have hit too many and that odds are the next one will be a miss.
Nah. You are quite insightful, my friend; and, truthfully, even if that does happen, I am sure I will learn a new angle I never thought of. Poetry. The gift that keeps on giving. Very much appreciate you, Soren! 🖤🌹
This could be the start of Trumps first term. Sleepy Joe's missed term, heading back to Trumps next term fixing the world, not forgetting the blatent overlooking of the prestigious Nobel prize for the man who saved the world, turned water into wine, fought with the Romans, and was Jesus's right hand man.
State of the union speech was fun.
Hahaha! I know, right?!?!? Nothing like 2+ hours of hearing someone self-aggrandize his ultimate savior qualities. Could be the next reality show, if you think about it. Appreciate the engagement and the humor, as always, Paul. 🎪🔥❄️🙏
"All hell is bound inward." Great line, Tristan. It's like our senses reach outward and then pull the impressions inward. Insatiably.
Mutley, you caught the gravitational center of the piece. The carnival imagery masks it a bit, but the real inferno is internal. “Insatiably” says more than a paragraph could. I very much appreciate you leaning into that layer, my friend. 🎪🔥❄️🙏
💯!
Will we find P and Co in that Fun House?! lol. What will they be doing? Don't answer that! lol.
Glug glug gluggety-glugging. Oops. You said not to answer! 😅
What's that cryptic comment there? Don't answer that! lol.
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