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Death by Chocolate

Sandy was a chocoholic,
The worst I've ever seen!
If she didn't eat some daily,
She'd become crazy mean!

It didn't matter what kind it was,
Ice cream, cake, pie or candy,
As long as it was chocolate,
Sandy was  fine and dandy!

Then one day the unthinkable happened,
To the chocolate loving miss,
While eating her favorite candy,
She choked on a chocolate kiss!

"Death by chocolate," the coroner concluded,
As to the cause of Sandy's death.
At least she died doing what she loved,
Eating chocolate til her last breath.



11/21/11  for Natalie the Rogue Rhymer's 
"Die a fun Death" contest


Details | Narrative | |

EGGS, EXPIRED

Morning light fills in the details
hidden by last night's new moon.
His pillow bears no dent, seems colder 
than the draft that she needs to find
and fix, soon, before winter sets in.

It means going into the workshop,
poking through sticky, old drawers,
a territory that was never truly hers.
She must find the caulking gun and try
not to stare at that festooned hat,
the once well-cared for fishing gear 
robed in cobwebs, a calendar unturned,
bowling trophies, an empty chair,
one model schooner never finished.

She pours a mug of coffee, though she 
prefers tea, slowly steeped in a proper
pot, loose leaf oolong, nicely cozied.
His mug is too large, too practical, too grey,
and her small hand is more familiar with 
English bone china, roses and ribbons,
the romantic pattern of their days.

There is a slight dip in the kitchen floor
as though he is still standing by the stove,
as though the tiles hold onto him, too.
Thirty years of omelets, his way-
polish sausage, spanish onion,
over cooked, over salted. 

She expects to hear
the whisk, his voice, laughter.

Weekends they'd shop at the market,
Farm fresh eggs, he'd said, were best,
worth the trip and he'd indulge her
love of something sweet or 
surprise her with marmalade,
clover honey in tiny jars.

She opens the fridge door, takes out the
cream and settles for toast with jam,
thinks about canceling his subscription
to Sports Illustrated, Rod and Reel,
but decides to wait until tomorrow.

She sees the egg carton, reads:
brown. free run. flax fed.
Some chickens just have it good,
he'd said. Oh, he'd said that often.

She stills and her shell breaks
as she notes the best before date...

Two months have passed since
her world expired.


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To Weak To Cry

When I think of the plight that children face all over the world
I just want to cry
Hunger starts and ends their everyday
As many of us continue to waste away
The scraps that we toss could save a child’s life
I’ll tell you the human race is nothing nice
We have no problem spending trillions on war
As children starve to death outside a millionaires store
They put locks on the dumpsters to keep them out
To greedy to give what they are throwing out
I watched a show just the other day
That showed Children just wasting away
Right there in their mothers arms
As I ate my giant bowl of lucky charms
Pirates raiding off the Somalia Coast
Because their children’s eyes are hollow as a ghost
If my Children were starving these words are true
Captain Hook wouldn’t hold a light to you know who
I think in the overhaul scheme of wrong and right
Mankind in general has lost all sight
Could you imagine kissing your child’s last breath?
The rich get richer as they starve to death
So as you all tuck your kids into bed tonight
Kids all over the world will lose their fight
They will simply lie down and die
To hungry to fight to weak to cry


Shelters that feed the Hungry are in every
town, when was the last time that you gave
something. No person is any greater than the
depth of their compassion. To give is to receive
for there is no greater blessing in this life. Keep
what you need and give the rest and the Lord will
make sure you never run out. God Bless, MJ
Written for Sami's contest


Details | ABC | |

OF A VIRGIN GOD

Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.

Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.

Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth 
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.

Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.


 
SATISH VERMA


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Instilled With This

Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern
Found on ground ripened apple’s bitter juice
Digging in gluttony without discern
Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce

Climb from trunk to branches long journey true
Building without rest to sleep in cocoon
While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew
Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon  


Details | Ballade | |

Christian Cross

Head hung low, I walk the street-
Timid to feel the hangman's loss-
Every step on my blistered feet-
Takes me closer to, the Christian cross-
With every second, my soul does exhaust-
Heat-ridden cheeks from tears I cry-
Hide my eyes my shame is discreet-
Explain to me God, why must I die?

You say the hunger game I did cheat-
I see on that hangman's rope your hands across-
How close I was to starvation beat-
Why must  I die for naught but sauce-
On bread instead of my usual moss-
I hope you see my little child cry-
Although to you unjust is a treat-
Hold him God on the day he will die-

With my head hung low, I walk the street-
My family will feel the hangman;s loss-
No more will I walk upon these blistered feet-
Family go, live your life by the Christian Cross-
For my soul is tired, don't let your life exhaust-
My dear sweet loved ones there is no need to cry-
No more reason for you to stand all so discreet-
I am happy at last, on the day that I die-

I will live the rest of my life upon a Christian's Cross-
These murderers relax themselves on their own lie-
In a few short moments I won't feel anymore loss-
I will lift up my head and all so proudly I will die-


Details | List | |

FACTORY FARM

WARM
SAFE
GROWING
BORN
SHOCK
FEAR
PANIC
MOTHER?
DARK
FEAR
PANIC
PAIN
LAMB
PIG
COW
BORN
TAKEN
TO THE FACTORY
TO THE SLAUGHTER
TO THE TABLE
INTO THE GREEDY MOUTHS
GOODBYE LAMBS, PIGS AND COWS


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Heaven's Rainbow Bridge

Heaven's Rainbow Bridge

green grass and blue skys
fresh water and food to eat
no hunger--no pain

dear friends wait beyond
prismatic spectrumed colours
heaven's rainbow bridge

~deborah buch©
5/12/2012




*Note: 
In 1994, William N. Britton wrote the , "Legend of Rainbow Bridge". It is a hope filled story of where all (pets) "special friends" go when they leave this earth. It's a place of "beautiful meadows, grassy hills...fresh spring water...plenty of their favorite food to eat...others to play with...". That place is called "Rainbow Bridge" and it is where they wait until we get there, "just this side of Heaven", so we may go in together. db


Details | Rhyme | |

desiring the Vampire

                 
                 It was the Southern French window blowing open 
                    he came in the night no word spoken 
                The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
                     he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker

               I will soon die unsure of my fate 
                  my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
               This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
                  even if he is not a man but a beast 
                I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood

                 As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room 
                   I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen 
                 Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful 
                      feeling like I'm in a forever dream  

                    I wait for him too enter 
                       I wait for him
                                  willing to die 
                               I wait losing my Religion
                                   The Vampires offering am I              
                                   
                          

                 " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain 


Details | Couplet | |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.


Details | Haiku | |

Black Widow

Lust faking
Widow in making
Breath taking


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Senryu | |

A Piece Of Bread Please ( Take 2 )

  Dollars  always  help .

  But  the  parched  earth  always  wins .

  More  than  dough  required .


 

  Inspired by Sami's "piece of bread" , contest .


Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Hunger Game

Come little children- come and eat-There’s plenty all scattered about
Stale flat bread and biscuit crumbles -You must dig them out
Banana peelings and lettuce leafs -You may clean the dirt off neat
Perhaps the peelings of a Fu Fu dish- just to make a sweet
Come little one- come and eat- The little child’s belly cries
The flies will lead you to bush meat- the maggots where it lies 
Coconut and cassava cakes- perhaps a little rice
Just below the burning heap where the neighbor’s dead dog lies
The smorgasbord lies beyond the hill-the town’s other side
Forgive the stench- just pass the boneyard -where your nine year old brother died


Details | Free verse | |

Pride and Predators

Even predators have mothers
and with the soft mewling eyes of infancy
they search, search for the breast of mother
the beak, the tooth, the talon, the claw…
Children worldwide hunger.
The small weak voices and stone dead eyes calling out
to those who have…
Mothers making stone soup.
Mothers giving of their own body the last
remnants of harsh life as the haves
go on safari’s or to zoos to
feed the animals.


Details | Quatrain | |

Wary of Snakes and Possums

Five free range chickens surviving earth’s natural selection...
Spring flowers began to emerge while “Hefei” and hens explored.
Wary of snakes and possums, they moved about with caution.
Hunting, pecking and scratching, together in one accord -

One hen snuck into a pitched tent to lay her lovely eggs.
Behind some plants over wintered in a place nice and warm.
With shattered wing and broken shells, she felt survival plagues.
She emerged escaping death this time, enduring deform.

A few days later, she was gone, feathers strewn about.
One hen, then, another hid…sitting on precious eggs.
Within a month, the strutting rooster crowed his prideful shout.
Nineteen little chicks scurried out close to two hens legs.

ã June 7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Eggs, but NO epulaeryus
Sponsored by: Black Eyed Susan


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Eyam

Tis sore int' thwait
wi mor'n a few folks a gippy

loose tha's snap as M'pessons well
n tek sum brass from t'watter

na its nowt but a mickle midden
but them folks as a good un, narry a one of 'em flit

tek thasen a gander
but the's nowt in Eyam save 'plague







Translation
It is bad in the village
with more than a few people sick

Leave your food at Mompessons Well
and take some money from the water

Now it's nothing but a big mess
But the villagers are good people, not any one of them has left

Take yourself a look
but there is nothing in Eyam except the Plague



History
The village of Eyam in Derbyshire was hit by the plague at the same time as London (1665), 
the villagers self imposed a quarantine to prevent the disease spreading any further, the 
surrounding villages left food at a well near Eyam, in exchange for money which had been 
left in the vinegar filled well to clean it.



For "Sista's Bloody Sista's" contest run by Deborah Guzzi
Honorable Mention


Details | Epigram | |

Sin Not

Evil thoughts equal sin
One must purge them within


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sea salt shaker

when my body is done
put me in an oven 
and bury my ashes in a 
sea salt shaker

scatter me sparingly
as you would 
a fine condiment
in a recipe
into your daily life
during its preparation 
so that 
we may add the flavor
and the texture 
of the past

when it is all gone
you 
can refill 
the sea salt shaker


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Feast of Feces

When the coven of ill-willed women seek revenge,
from anyone they deem too big for their britches,
They go to the book of sorcery for witches,
In the book, they seek deliverance from women
who shine brighter than morning stars,
looking for panaceas and disasters,
Brews that could curl their hair and tarnish their shoes,
Nothing short of voodoo,
They'd even stoop to mixing up batches of goulash,
sprinkled with feces, and disguised by hash,
Their boundaries are limitless when they want to anhiliate,
They would go as far as tempting fate,
A feast of feces becomes no trouble at all,
when they want to cast anyone away,
so they may become the Belles of the Balls.......


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Outside Of The Box

This is a tale for you regarding Pandora and the box.
Here we find an attempt to put back on the lock
A trip back to Alexandria in your mind we must go
Trying to protect but you can’t turn back the clock

What had tried to be sealed is not what one expect
Only wanting to keep others from trying to dissect
The library was vast holding knowledge long passed
Gallant was the attempt though evil did misdirect

Someone had already check out these 365 books
See the flames raised high the city did overcook
Spread them north and east so ordered the beast
Because at the Star he did not want you to look


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And Goliath Said

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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F A M I N E II

F A M I N E  II

(Thousands of children, all over the world, die every day for lack of food) 

Famine:

           Fathomless
 
                       Agony

                            Mercilessly 

                                       Indicating

                                                 Nutrient

                                                       Exhaustion!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
       08 MAY 2013   


Details | I do not know? | |

pakshi

main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udti hu khule aasman me
jise n koi chinta, kisi ke shikar karne ki
udati rahu puri jindagi, aajad pakshi ki trah
koi n rakhe mujhe bandhi bna kar 
udati rahu, udati rahu, aajad pakshi ki trah
khane ke liye bhatku idhar -udhar
n mile mujhe khane ke liye
bhukhe pet hi so jau
kitne bhi kasht mile, has kar sah lu unhe
koi phark n pade, ab kisi kasht ka
aadat hi ho gayi ab hume
main hu ek aajad pakshi ki trah
udati hu khule aasman me


Details | I do not know? | |

FEAR!!!!!

I RUN from FEAR.

I HUNT for FEAR.

I HIDE in FEAR.

I FIGHT cause of FEAR.

I'm FAR from you.

I'm SCARED cause of you.

You're the FEAR that I HUNT.

You're the FEAR that I FIGHT.

You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE.

*Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't 
always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have 
something to read that just fit's them.*

                                              -Angel4eva23


Details | I do not know? | |

Meat

Waiting, waiting, waiting
Cold feet 
CUT
bleeding
Red blood seep
Curdles in heat
Strung out
I long
the sun, the sun
Calming
To warm my anaphylactic tongue


Details | Couplet | |

Never Digress or Jest

I hope and pray, I never die like this.
For this would not have any bliss.
Running to a room with pain in chest,
Maybe from something I did digest.
Hoping to get rid of something thwarted,
Dying from heart attack as it departed.
Sitting upon a white porcelain throne,
This is not the way I want to be known.
Though hopefully my actions will pass,
Maybe oh maybe, it’s only a little gas.
If I were a king, then I wouldn’t mind.
Upon a golden throne they would find.
That I had died in gracious peace at last.
Though, my before mentioned place aghast,
Since I am no king, to pass away in jest,
There’re worse ways to die, then doing my best.




Written for
Sponsor Natalie The Rogue Rhymer 
Contest Name Die A 'Fun' Death Contest  


Details | Epigram | |

Abstract Be the Closed Minded

Selfish and greedy they grasp at one cause
Blind be the dead denying Natures laws


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Time And Chance

Time And Chance “11 I have seen something else under the sun: The race is not to the swift or the battle to the strong, nor does food come to the wise or wealth to the brilliant or favor to the learned; but time and chance happen to them all. 12 Moreover, no one knows when their hour will come: As fish are caught in a cruel net, or birds are taken in a snare, so people are trapped by evil times that fall unexpectedly upon them.” Phil 3:18-21 NIV The race is not won by the swift, Nor is the battle won by the strong. Wealth is not given to the brilliant, Nor food to the wise belong. Favor is not given to the learned And death not claimed only by the old. Men are trapped by evil ‘Til their bodies grow still and cold. Time And Chance affect all mankind— No man knows when his hour will come. Wisdom belongs to God; All wisdom above and under the sun. Time And Chance are in His hands; Many simply must comply. God builds up or breaks down; Kings and nations to occupy. Fools are placed in high positions, And the rich are often laid low. Is everything understood by man? How does God work on earth below? If clouds are full of water, They pour rain upon the earth. But man is a mystery; Time And Chance not in his death or birth. We do not understand the hand That makes the seed spring forth; How the human body is formed, Or how the womb gives birth. Time And Chance are the equation That only God does know. Man is truly ignorant of how Time And Chance works here below. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


Details | Ballade | |

im restricted

im restricted with youre choices
it makes me wanna cry
im surrounded by voices 
that say, girl , why
youre amaizing and u know it
i dont have to say 
i think youve forgotten but somehow it got away
he seems to control u 
no matter what u do
its coming up sooooooo often but some how it gets to u
and baby dont defend cause i swear ill leave u in the end


Details | Cowboy | |

Untitled

Tainted love 
or tired love?
Smug attitudes
and weak games
Look at you!
Your such a lame!
Me cry?! Ha! Not no more!
NOT EVER!
Five point five years
What a joke?!
All you do is lie
Keep smoking your life away!
Wake up before its too late!
Before this love turns into hate!
Your too old to act this way!
Your too comfortable
You cant stay!
In my life!
In my way!
Goodbye to you!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Angel

                                                                   Angel

From a distance the sound of feathers 
A whole host of words often whispered
As if you haven't already heard his saving message
In bitter silence we slowly become unshackled
From this lying bitter place of cold ego's
Then angel spreads her wings out on windows peak
She then keeps silent from inside her swell;
At its cold whispers haunting to dwell
Many keep to themselves not wanting to be alone
Then a cold chill sends a rage down my spine tingling like off the vine
In time the sun heats up out on waters edge devides
Many a demon would so often run away & hide
Angels totally surrenders out on its night scene
A brandished web of forbidden design,
For some the angel would lie in wait to deceive
In triumphant sounds of musical magestic beings light the scene
We our still here to help egnite its flame
While the entire world outside lies helplessly insane
Out on its playing field some have no game,

When our generation dies so does the other,
The angel of darkness will seek to inhabit its light
Shackled from a memory on a certain quest nor plight


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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Limerick | |

Lady de leisure

There once lived a woman called Lady-de Leisure, who turned not to men, but food for 
pleasure.
She ate everything spicy and sticky and sweet, the poor lady could not even see her poor 
feet. From dusk until dawn, all she would do was eat, drink, break wind, burp belch and poo.
But one day whilst eating her thirty fifth pie, the lady burped loudly, keeled over and died.
The funeral had to be held outside, but people they came to say goodbye.
The coffin itself, you’ve never seen bigger. The bearers were three forklift trucks and a 
digger.
The hole in the ground was fourteen feet wide, and  even then the coffin scraped at the sides.
So if you are thinking about being a lady of leisure, look elsewhere than food solely for 
pleasure.


Details | Ottava rima | |

We Are The One

As we gather, the sun heats sweet beats
Blazing lands ye spread far west test rest
These winds that blow changes though, will steel
The cry of banshee, they dare rust trust
They not see the light of day hither wither
Signs knew not, manifest He speak seek
Plainly in view will be done son Sun
To be undone this cloaked veil, gowns crowns


Details | Free verse | |

Sacred Passage

God of light conquer my fear from within

An eclipse of the sun has tainted my inner vision
Who are we to have believed yet achieved
Some are even caught in its pickle;
Stranded as two love birds caught in a fickle

Sacred Passage
The uniting of two hearts so far away we will pray
God of heaven take delight on my poetry
Look highly favorable amidst the summoned truth

Like a lost carriage we take our flight away

Far from the lost brevity in exchange of honesty
The silence has etched its memory in our brains
Shattered by the moment of upheaval and then,
Sacred Passage;

We look humbly then often deeper then ever before


In exchange of honesty its just Studio 54?


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gift of Food Sack


A gift of survival bag with goods and food
Thanks to the God you offered to my hand 
In the competitive queue I came forward
I was registered, when the name is called

Nobody knows but somebody knows 
That all are poor and world in refugees
Mixed colors and different tongues are noised
While all are paying attention to each of names

Men women indifferent and some with kids
Hope of interests is something hidden smiles 
Trying to overtake before the time comes
But the frame of church flexible rule shows

With my bag and my friend I came out
He reminded me that I did not find out
Variety of food we carefully sorted out
Expiry dates elapsed and  I was going out

In a day or two, if I will not finish
Nothing will happen I know its truth
I ate for the day as much as fresh
Thank to the God that it is the truth

While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea
Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day
No one knows one side of the world of sea
Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day

What the God can do, the God does as much as
Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes
Until the products are passed away in markets
It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods

I felt a self pity when my belly was full out
Thank to the god of justice shows out
Nausea for one is a hunger for the other
Balance of bridge is the survival of mother  

Udaya R. Tennakoon







Details | Rhyme | |

Death Row Dinner Plates

Death Row Dinner Plates

Did you ever wonder what Ted Bundy ate
As his last meal – you no longer need wait
An artist is painting death row dinner plates
I found them today on the web

One inmate requested white meat KFC
Black walnut ice cream, pecan pie (sugar free)
Indian fry bread and milk it would be
I saw that today on the web

Another inmate, a meat lover’s delight
Ordered pound upon pound and a beer (make it light
And then he refused to take even a bite
I saw his plate there on the web

Some went for simple, an apple, some spam
A salad, some French fries, or just toast and jam
A lot of fast food, no one ordered lamb
Their plate’s pictured there on the web

John Wayne Gacy had shrimp, a dozen deep fried
A KFC bucket and French fries he cried
A whole pound of strawberries before he died
You can find it out there on the web

And as for Ted Bundy, he didn’t much care
So they gave him a steak cooked medium rare
Eggs over easy, hash-browns, toast and a pear
I found that today on the web

One point that I’m trying to make with this poem
Even on death row, you’re not eating alone
They note what you order and soon it is shown
On a plate that is sold on the web


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Morning Massacre

A rainstorm in the morning helps to wash away the night,
a rainbow seems to promise that this day will turn out right.
Our feathered friends all gathering in search of morning treat,
could anything go wrong today?  Just look below your feet.

Wonderful for all who greet this frenzy with delight,
to watch the pretty birds catch worms, oh what a lovely sight!
For as the waters seeps below we worms rise one by one
and try to seek a ‘safer’ place dried by the morning sun.

Heavy rain is death to us, it creates a muddy sea
of sodden soil, a watery grave for those who can’t get free.
But terror hangs above our home as birds all flock around,
they know that we have got no choice, we’ll be their killing ground.

Before our heads have seen the light their beaks begin to tear,
they rip my family into shreds before they get ‘their’ air.
This feast is at our fatal cost, our numbers dwindle down,
if only we weren’t forced to rise from safety underground.

Today I was the lucky one, the one they never caught,
I’ll live to squirm another day alone with life and thought.
To live my days in solitude, to have no friends around,
and still to face the terrors of that ‘pitter patter’ sound.

So if you’re happy with your friends but feel that you are down,
unless you’re ‘forced’ to rise above the place that you have found,
it’s safer to accept your lot for sometimes you can’t see,
the place you struggle to achieve could leave you alone… like me.

Ivor G Davies.


(A Family Crisis?)


Details | Haiku | |

Attachments Bind

. 
                                          Attached by small stem
                                            Sustainability...free
                                           Floating on wind land


Details | Couplet | |

No Warmth In The Kitchen

 Loose are the oven mitts that covered mama's hands. 
 Cold are her rustic pots and pans. 

 Stained are the pages of her favorite cookbook. 
 Lull hangs her ladle on its metal hook. 

 Hiding on the ceiling is the once dancing steam 
 of beef stroganoff's sour cream. 

 Silent is the spatula that served family guests. 
 Quietly the food processor rests. 

 Daddy can only cook up a sweat, 
 and I'm too young to read a recipe yet. 

 There's no warmth in the kitchen since mama's decease. 
 These objects are resting, but not in grease.


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The Death In Me

I felt the pounding of the yam
Deep,deep down in my bones.
I know the pistil is doing me harm
When my body creaks in hushed tones.

I've seen the fire start
Watched the embers glowing
I taste the burn in my heart
As my pain continues growing

I hear the pepper grinding
And it turns my mind to mush
I see the red so blinding
Staining my soul in a rush

I cry when the onions are sliced
And when the rice husks are blown
I shouldn't have been enticed
But I was-and now I'm alone

I brought the fire,I gave the wood
I took their life and now, nothing stood
I made the knife that stabs me so
I caused the pain and it promises not to go

It was me the Earth
I am my own death


Details | I do not know? | |

So long, Osama

This here is a poem
I wrote it just because
I had a funny punchline
I don't remember what it was

It was something about Osama
That is all that I remember
Come to think, it wasn't funny
It was about the eleventh of September

Oh yes, it went something like...
May your ashes be fed upon by hemroid suffering fish who die of constipation so that 
you rot for days in their smelly bowels before being filtered by a festering oyster. And 
may that oyster be eaten by Michael Moore and give him food poisoning that causes 
him to retch. And may that vomit be swept into the trash which is fed to a sick pig. And 
may that pig die of the ebola virus and be incinerated...making you twice baked. Twice 
baked potatoes bin Laden.
yes...it was something like that, only better.


Details | Limerick | |

Cannible

"I shall be telling this with a sigh." Robert Frost served warm on a dish they can only wish surviving another day he will have to pay that horrible Hamilton Fish ~contest ~ EROTICA


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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I Don't Thank God

I don't thank God for the nourishment on my plate.
I don't thank God for the food I just ate.
I thank instead the plants and animals who had to die
in order for me to live and survive.
I look forward to my demise actually
because no more lives then will ever end because of me.


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Aura

Shades of pine grafted in again resign
Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone
My meadow had a thorn certain credit
The factual harm of its heartless swarm
Featured within in the created design with pine
Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb
The tornado sequence has even the fog alone
Again tempors fly like never before
Blatant lies have come at no surprise
In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm 
Sound the alarm in fetters arm
Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn
Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure
The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm
Sound the alarm agiain my faithful friend by whom we can depend
Shattered glass on the parchment floor
Aura
An impulse deep in regards to the heart
Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows
A willow in derision you made a final decision
A thought provokoing reason to believe in
Shattered memory's in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief
We have soon turned over a brand new leaf
Timeless peaks in a swelll shattered fragments from within
A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart
Aura
Jim Morrison had it
Janis Joplin couldn't stop it
Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix
An unbellievable call being caught in the mix!


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...our lobster killers

 
...our lobster killers
BP's oil spill destroying
ocean, tap water


Details | Epigram | |

FAMINE

FAMINE

(thousands of children all over the world die every day for lack of food)


Famine:
Merciless night of death,
In your darkness, thousands of 
Children are devoured
Just 
To appease your, insatiable 
Appetite for young souls, 
But in no avail
As
You never stop asking
For more

While the children, with:
Howling stomachs 
Fading eyes 
Chattering teeth
Fragile limbs 
Swelling anguish
Raging anger
Wrathful mind
Tormented spirit
Instead 
Of a frightful flight
Before the stretching wings
Of death
Pray to him, their only
Redeemer, 
To end their agony 
And
Deliver them from the
Abyss of despair 
For 
Their weak shoulders cannot,
Any longer,
Withhold the weight of injustice 
And 
Of human indifference!
 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
      08 MAY 2013 


Details | Haiku | |

Ocean Rights

Ocean Rights

I swim for my life
Free and following the waves
Don’t kill me with oil

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
We are all equal life in this planet. We might be smarter, but nature is stronger than 
us!  
                    Thoubert Larus


Details | Rictameter | |

Thorn Of A Rose

A thorn of a rose.
Its a soul that's truly lost.
A person long forgotten.
A place of love & loss.

Something that can't be seen.
Something that can't be solved.
The most painful of all loves.
A thing that is soon lost.

Once you enter into it.
You are soon consumed.
A prisoner to the pain,
And the love that you consume.

The thorns rip and tear you.
Your heart becomes in shreds.
Love is soon the enemy,
And loss is soon the friend.

The rose is soon the symbol,
Of your dying love.
And all the thorns represent,
The pain that you succumb.

You wont seem to trust people.
You won't seem to have friends.
People will be enemies.
You wont trust your best friend.


Details | Free verse | |

Zimbabwe

Dark skin,
like leather stretched
A skeletal body
Cradled in her arms

Tiny claw like fingers
Clutching at her breast.
Fount of nothing
Fount of hunger
Starvation.

Little body dying
Begging
For nutrition
Tiny eyes,
Black, desperate
Begging

Mother crying,
Skeleton hands 
wrapped around
 the child.

A last little breath
Weak, begging
A last little moan
A last attempt at a suckle
Death

The bruises still fresh
The pain in her heart
The rape of her body
The murder of her soul
A starved stomach
A dead child 
Ringing questions

Why do I suffer
When you sit in your mansion
Why did he die
For you,
Zimbabwe?


Details | Free verse | |

Breakfast time and a bowl of cereals

Waking with a start,preparing to face the end
eating next to nothing,cracking the bottle of optimism.
Life looked away in revulsion as the villainies committed
and lost into the book of vanity.
With the naked eye i see the world every morning,revolutionized
but big words puff me up as thought i was you.
A jarring note,a shot of morphine and get out of the rut
a perjury of illusion,the only blemish on your face.
I was deceived into the belief of something invisible.
Swashbucklers,mock heroics,phony patriots and cells
that proliferate so rapidly.
Populous mash potatoes,the decomposition of the corpse,
i can't take much more.
Filth has no sense of delicacy,i never boasted that
and the inanity of convenience put a bullet through my head again
So i open the window of pessimism.

We live with the manners of a swine,
enough to keep body and soul together.


Details | Rhyme | |

Gushing Destruction

As the oil gushes freely from the hole
The ocean currents disperse it abroad
Fish, birds all sea creatures await tole
This time the tole awaits for thee and all

No just sealife, waterfoul, oysters, clams
This could mean less food on our grocer's shelf
Of course, there will be biscuits, even jam
But what about fish, oysters fried by a chef

As that oily sustance keeps spreading
All around the Gulf who's to say where will stop
It could bounce all around the globe
Might take a year or two but who even knows

That oil might slip into that slow boat to China
On the submarine in the deepest ocean
Maybe get on your bassboat moored under oak tree
As the cooing Dove calls to me how long 'twill be

When the end will come no one knows
This could be the start of those woes
Spoken of in Revelations when one-third
Of the sea creatures meet their destruction


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SEA TO SHINNING SEA

SEA TO SHINNING SEA,
 
...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
 
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
 
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
 
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
sparkles,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
 
...gazing
 
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
 
being so true...
 
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
 
Sea to shinning Sea.
 
mb(2011)
 


Details | Epic | |

The end and the beggining

The day the world ends we will all be in pain,
Some will be in shock, Some will stand in awe with their mouths
Open wide but no screams escaping
Others will be dead at the starting line.
Me and you will be safe in each others arms,
Staring into one anthor's eyes and
Losing ourselves and finding a place of peace before the end.

It will be a dark day
A cold day, the dew on the flowers will freeze and kill every  living thing with a bitterness.
The clouds will no longer be seen as fluffy lovely things they will be the warning sign of doom.
They will roll in like death on a mission, acid rain will fall and skin will be burned.
You will be able to smell the sickening stench of that flesh from miles, towns away.

People will panic and children will be lost,
Parents thinking they are saving them from a wicked end but they drown them, hurt them in vain.
You are not saving anyone!
You are making the last things they see sick and vile.
Mommy won’t let me breathe,
Daddy is hurting me.

We will not have to worry about this my love,
We will be safe and we will cross into the finish line like champions.
We will defeat hunger and others who try to walk our path,
We will be animals with the will to survive.
Animals willing to do anything to keep our lungs full.

The day will come
When our skin shivers and our nerves ache and we will know the day has come.
Minds already set and watches synchronized.
Bags packed and ready to go.
Ready to flee up to the mountains and live in rocky hill sides far away from the end of the world.
Have a perfect view of it on fire.
Every town, every house, material things people once thought they needed.
Every person who hated us, every person who we hated
We will watch them burn.
From our snowy peak we will be safe.
Safe, such a glorious word.
A glorious word very few can say.


Details | Free verse | |

Bad Blood

Social injustices can affect so many

A hand to grasp to hide & hold
Set on fire to its oratory fragrance...

The streets were fought for territorial rights;
Out of negotiations with a long line of strife
The gangs outside were very mean & controlling,
Their territory was grueling etched in a barrage of discomfort....

Bad blood

Isn't it a pity that you hate the city;

With lines drawn in the sand some poles very shifty...
A novice may use quite a gentle approach;
An emotional conflict can result in fear, guilt & shame,
Guilt & shame need to be overcome by the grace of God,

Bad blood....

Throughout its beckoning call toward inevitable service,
Many years of growing up in the streets;
Phat rims & image keeping fades,
Jose was a long way off on that day...

The city kids were out for a fight that night,

With clearer heads having prevailed,
Some have often found themselves lying in a sewer;
Just waiting for another episode toward that in manuever,
Bad blood...

Jose was quick to draw his nine that day

Perhaps it was the bad blood that took him from behind ?
All alone with my silver spoon exposed to its elements;
Shadows proned to turn in the corner of my room
Fastened by the imaginations in my head

Wake up dead!

Yet in mere solace what matters most?
Like a lost seagull flying off the coast;
Try as you may the other way,
Bad blood...

Torn
Bridges are being burned having tables now being turned;
In solemn mast of rhetoric demise
Yet a word to the wise;

Bad 
Bad blood,
From darkness to light yet never giving up on the fight;
A tug at the heart will light the spark to what it is we have been waiting for...

Since creation unfolds a story that's being sold

Vibrant eyes turned to gold
As in a variation of a dream sorted through its sifted after glow exposed!

Bad blood.


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Onward Christian Soldiers

Open are his arms
Never will The Almighty leave you
Will given to Him triumphs against the enemy
All who cry out in Jesus’ name none can harm
Righteous in heart all must crave from start
Death is the test be it not in vain


Details | Sestina | |

ROXY, THE ROTTWEILER

Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest; 
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry! 



On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!



Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking  
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling! 
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
     



Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty 
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me 
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!  
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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THE URGES OF WEEPING

by Andrew Crisci  
 

Bitter tears drip from my red pupils like incandescent, hot lava
erupting from a volcano to appease the urges of weeping; 
and do I mourn for myself, or for the poor, innocent, persecuted,
misunderstood and unloved? Will this cry of injustice change anything?
Will the oppressor be softened by them or remain vile?
It's very rare that pretentiousness turns into consciousness,
revealing all the faults that make one a persona ingrata;
why is human pride such a tempting desire to own everything,
to destroy what was built with stamina leaving no footprints? 
What will be said about an era which did not prosper and shine?
Who will write the testimony books, if not those inspired?
Take the written word away, and the darkness will definetely return!
Dante and Shakespeare did their part in divulging it: you do yours! 
Yesterday's world was a menacing shadow oblitering all knowledge;
the masses were ignorant, but some fervently sought education 
through the favor of Kings and Queens, not ignoring the urges of weeping
that came from poverty and unvoiced thoughts that couldn't be expressed;
yes, the above-mentioned Rainassance poets did succeed in their quest!
What disturbs me is the absence of fairness and equality in our times,
even  murderers can be acquitted for reason of insanity..they take a life
so sacred and useful in scopes beyond comphrension and imagination;
how wratful God must be over the decision of a lenient, or corrupt judge!
And what outrages me is the heartlessness of mothers that want obortion,
or leave the new-borns in trash bins, or on sidewalks...not even 
on a church's steps to be spotted by passerbys who will come to their rescue;
and sadly they will die without knowing the urges of weeping as we do. 
How cruel and lawless is Man ruling the earth without the concept of humaness!
And what does He care if they live in squallor and are denied happiness?
All He desires is riches, admiration and comfort over the urges of weeping! 


Entered in Michael J. Falotico's contest, 
" Sounds Of A Cry "


Details | Verse | |

Death in Food Chain




Death within Nature's food chain Is it an ending? Or a start?


Details | Lanterne | |

Worshiping Vanities

             Death
         All whom
         Do not glow
    Their light within
              Dies


Details | Rhyme | |

We all scream for ice cream

Drag the bag,
Across the floor,
To the freezer,
Open the door,

It’s dripping blood,
And is just dead weight,
The bag will fit,
In that empty crate,

The frozen temp,
Will give me time,
When I hear,
The front door chime,

An order for,
Strawberry ice cream,
A treat so good,
It’ll make you scream. 


Details | Free verse | |

Pride

The real truth is nobody can handle anything
We are all minature soldiers in a routine of stregnth
Some may be used to a faded regime in ardent extremities
Others ponder the ellaborate scheme amidst 
Shadows torn in darkened pavement sought regime
We often will hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
Twisted logical persuasion bursts through the sky
In our pride we tend to hide behind its mask a handicap
In pursuit of change we vaguely rearrange its ardent mast
Coupled by a porposal amidst tragic events in decay
We then surface amidst the variation of its pitch face down in some ditch
No one ever thinks rationally anymore too stuck up for their own good
In silence one can equate twisted brains in disguise of shallow pools
In retrospect to want we ignore its regard to help
Shades of green grass in illumination breath in oceanic conquest
An eager delight to shout full force inside the equated shape
We then will hide behind a loose decision made in the darkness
~
Through the flood of innocence we negate to tolerate its light
Instead we compromise by living by sight

Shaped our illusional grade of hope!


Details | Free verse | |

The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


Details | Free verse | |

I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


Details | Free verse | |

Pasta Mortale

A man is dead.

His head fell

-post mortem-

into the 
pasta con funghi


carbohydratly and toxicly
useful


Details | Limerick | |

Turkey feed

Now the turkeys are feeding like kings
And they flap round their high protein wings
Soon unknown to the dears
They will sit on their rears
And be roasted and stuffed, the poor things


Details | I do not know? | |

Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


Details | Rubaiyat | |

They Have Been Blotted Out

Reminding that this will be your end
In this message I am about to send
Having knowledge and not following the path
An eternity in the pit you will spend

Ignorance now may be thy flower
Praying not for the rain to shower
In death another chance fore they do not know
Fearless fools in the darkness they cower

Being aware of the all ye many sins
Still this leaves no game plan that wins
Because thy tree bares no fruit
No matter how they try and spin

Continuing to foster false pride
As though you stand by the Creator side
He says the punishment be much worse for you
All your deeds were done to misguide


Details | Rhyme | |

Cacao Tree

Blossoms like orchids, waxy white
Waiting for pollen's lore
Producing those bean pods purple
Chocolate treats galore

Green, yellow, red, purple grooved pods
Ebony dark the seeds
Bitter the natural flavor
Desire has acquired a need

Planted 'neath fine cacao tree
In death feast 'pon dark seeds
Bitter the pulp very toxic
Theobromine just feed


Details | Free verse | |

The Inner Struggle

Some our very eager perplexed swept within

Underneathe the belly of the beast
A needed flower to grow amidst the rise of yeast
Within sullen fragmented dreams & truth
One may even negate that inner truth for a lie?

That inner struggle within/

To remain attached to the vine sublime

We are more then qualified for its great design
To calm the nerves from within
We look to man yet find no hold
We look toward self thus grafted in again onto the rights are sold

We then read books based on logic & get trapped within
~

For some, 
It's inner struggle is what we all must seek to face
Within loose debris in decayed formation
Yet some its inner struggle is a way of escape?

Proned toward evident inhillation embraced with its surfaced Peyton Place;

The inner struggle from within
Fought back the heavy tears with a smile
Still to know all the great while
A hand to hold a loving kiss embraced

For this is the thought provoking struggle we enivatably all must face?

The inner struggle.


Details | Rhyme | |

A MASSIVE LIST OF RECIPES

My cooking skills changed my sad mood,
I learned them by watching patient mom in relentless motion
as she put much passion in her tasty food...
who could resist not giving it a try and carry on that devotion? 


In the steamy kitchen, she spent a lifetime inventing great, exquisite recipes;
a self-made chief in her own right with neat apron and white cap;
one must have thought she was on the way to the Emmy's nomination festivities 
to pick up her golden trophy...oh, I still laugh remembering that! 


"Don't stick your finger in my batter, son...raw eggs might make
 you sick!" mother ordered. " Wait until it's baked,
then you can eat as much as you like!" I froze, thinking of no trick...
oh, that spoon dripping with sweet batter I licked!


Mom no longer could prepare large meals for our hungry family,
she succumbed to grave illness, hoping I would take up that unbroken tradition...
and it made her so glad, sensing the bond of her precious legacy;
a massive list of recpes was the everlasting gift to me with profound affection.
   


Details | Free verse | |

Straight Black Coffee

Straight Black Coffee
From some hole in the wall diner
in a town of ten-thousand people
tastes a lot like soot,
or bitter ash.  Coffee grinds
float weightlessly on the surface
black gnats flailing.  Derelicts.
Abandoned in a blackened sea.

The silence is surreal, unnatural
Akin to those peculiar moments before a funeral
When pale bodies in black suits
sit stiff in pews, like naked trees,
and the Reaper can be felt
sliding through the aisles.
Crooked fingers wrapped around
a gleaming scythe.  Bony mouth
opened wide.  Howling at the sky.

The Universe holds its' breath.

"It's like a dusty tomb in here,"
I hear a big-toothed waitress say,
the lights are grey
and coated in tar.
Dead insects bake on the bottom,
One can hear them crackle and fry.

It's a somber cell
with peeling yellow wallpaper,
baby crying in the street
Reaper clicking his stiffened feet

Or a Poem,
"I Heard a Fly Buzz," 
by Emily Dickinson.

The King is in the Room, now
The King is in the Room.


Details | Blank verse | |

Suburban Dream

I can be your sister and your brother
Your husband and your mother
I’ll bake and clean and treat you mean
Be your quarter back on our own private team
I’ll prepare your meals and iron your clothes
Leave your supper on the table as I walk out of the door
Let you wonder if I really am at the store?

I can be your superhero and save your life
I can be your number one fan, your right hand man
Your enemy sinister and wise
You are my teacher when I cross the line
And I’m your master when you say your mine
Sell my body and soul to keep food on your plate
Let you believe no one has ever touched me like that

I’ll be your secretary when your too weak to speak
You can use and abuse me and make me feel cheap
I can be your very best childhood friend
Your nurse by your side at the very end
I’ll keep you sane as you lose your teeth and mind
Tell you the world hasn’t really changed outside
Place flowers in your hair as your body starts to fail
Cut your food into pieces when your hands become frail
Smile and tell you that all is well
When inside I’m dying and feeling like hell


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dying Dreams

The young dream their dreams away at night

Hoping they come true

A doctor,policemen,veterinarian and other dreams are developed by the young

Too naive to understand the ways of the world

Determined as ever to achieve their dreams

The old regret the dreams they could never accomplish

They had dreams but unknowingly never came true

You go from living a world full of dreams

To living the reality that is life

Why do we let our dreams die

We were so excited as young kids

At the foot step of our dreams

Were we haunted by the mountain we had to climb

To make our dreams come true

Did we simply quit

Because of society’s pressure

Did money deter our dreams away while we slept at night

Did we let doubt creepy into our hearts

Silently killing all of our dreams without realizing it

Why do dreams die so quickly

When we spent years of our youth

Hoping that we could get an opportunity

To make them come true

Dream big, chase your dreams and never let them die


Details | Free verse | |

we have issuesl

We have issues
Were not seeing eye to eye
Were doing more arguing 
Than kissing
Id rather be kissing you right now
I think were both a lil dramatic 
Which is why normal talks end up in arguements
I also know I care a lot 
Because normally I wouldn't react like this
You want me to talk but I'm not used to
Talking so Ill write it here instead
I don't like going to bed mad at you
I want us to get back to the passion
All of these issues are clouding are judgement
I remember when we would fight 
And than you'd come over and make up
That very same night.
You'd kiss me and it would all go away
What ever happened to that?
Why are we stressed out right now?
Maybe we do need space
Maybe we see each other too much
But I'm tired of arguing 
I wanna get back to all the fun.
We have to fix these issues.


Details | Rhyme | |

TRAGEDY IS A SPINNING WHEEL

Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.


When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.  


Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,  
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.


Details | Free verse | |

Shades Of Grey

                                                                        Shades Of Grey

A peril of sort left my job moved up North

In islands in the stream some apparent evil scheme
Shades of grey by its means something don't actually turn out to what they mean
Shades of grey silver smile walk the old river Nile
A plate of fries evil pass getting to know the midnight pass

Shades of grey all torn up inside we will hide
Souts of joy then applause some may insist on it being a lost cause
Sadly we put up with the chill running down the spine evil swine
In deepened peril outside twilight Christmas Carol

Shades of grey how they swoon to its nightly visible tune.


Details | Personification | |

Funny How Thins Go


      -------

I know that I am
Not a Turkey
I have said this
Once before
     -----
Hope to make it
Threw Christmas
And not just end up
At the foot of some-ones'
      -Door-
     -----
I know that there is truth
      And of this...
I wil not be forsaken
    But, above all else
I hope not to be mistaken

           GF

****Note:*****
Something real Turkey might say....
There is a little Turkey in all of us.....


Details | Didactic | |

Hunger Artist

      Hunger Artist - A Kafkaesque Moment
                 By: Earl Schumacker

                       (influenced by “A Hunger Artist”- short story by: Franz Kafka)

Food is foreign and mysterious to me now
Tolerance for such things is vile
My art once held the masses
In a mesmerizing enchanted grip
These days nothing matters
Death by hunger is dismissed
No one comes by my cage
To keep me faithful to my pain, as it really is
Starvation has lost its style
Or flavor should I say
Such enlightenment and with it fame
Once came quick
The children gathered by the thousands
To prove that nothing happened
Watching frantically; morning noon and night
To see no food had passed the artists lips
And death would take them nicely without tricks   
I can’t remember ever being free 
My cage and I came together mysteriously
We seem to be the same thing
Starving came instinctively 
As last hunger artist I can’t resign
I have to see enlightenment one time
With or without people to observe
Even if I should die before my time alone 







Details | Blank verse | |

Diabeties in Children

     I just don't get it experts say diabetes in kids don't respond to meds or insulin.They admits diabetes is preventable and curable by eating better. Explaining that sugary drinks like sodas should be remove from schools to help our kids. So what do they say will solve the problem? Tax on the sugary culprit that's making these kids sick. 

     I simply can't see the logic in charging a food tax on soft drinks and foods causing this disease. If there's snakes on the plane that's killing the passengers you don't charge a tax to end the suffering. You remove the snakes.  

     Experts found that diabetes is a diet, nutritious, lifestyle disease. We simply need to eat right. Our young diabetics is having strokes at án early age. They are having fatal heart attacks by age 20.

     The thing to do is turn the (weapons) non nutritious foods into (plow shears) food that make well, instead of charging a tax on foods that kill overtime while healthy foods that's more costly gets passed over, out of reach for those unable to pay more.

     If those most effected can't afford the cost of a healthy diet how are they to afford the cost of a unhealthy diet. They will be forced to continue eating unhealthy just paying more to do so. I simply don't see the logic. 

     I just don't get it, but I do get it. 
Money is the root strengthing the thinking behind this logic to charge a tax on foods that kills rather than cease the manufacturing of this poisons for monetary gains.

     We see this same logic in cigarette taxes. Instead of eliminating the nicotine that's causing the cancers, they charge smokers a tax to smoke their cancer sticks. Smokers continue to smoke eventhough cigarettes are costly. I admit anti smoking campaigns and advertisings has worked decreasing  the percentage of cigarette smokers from the glory days of "its cool to be a smoker" back in the 1940's and 60's to the smokers of today. Still today new smokers jump on the smoke wagon at an early age. 

So problem solved? I don't see the logic, but I do. 






Details | Free verse | |

Gnoochi with Nonny

Summertime,
The living is lovely,
Gnoochi with Nonny,
Fresh dough,
Kneaded,
Love,
Needed,
For every step,
Chef caps adorn our crowns,
It’s a lovely afternoon,
Rich in tradition is our recipe,
Love is how it is conjured,
How I miss our days,
Of gnoochi and storytelling,
Memories are all that's left.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Apart From Me







Somber silly little Setter, English; painting trapped himself in the side yard whimpering, howling away wildly. 


Sunscreen-on, moseying on over, in His tenderness He offers a helping hand. Hot Summers cool vapors the blessings found  here, there to and fro leaning midst the still lulling; gentle calling of the Rains. 


Yes the Grace of God, in His joy humming, arriving just in time, and so is Patience the greater venture I suppose the eminent virtue. 


His Love always; Honest, Open... Willing already beholden... . Far beyond the wreck I make for myself and others... chains stretched bounded securing me yes, my freedom in kind stripped away from me given in the effort this provisional very prominence preceding me when in denial of these facts.     







Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


Details | Free verse | |

Man-Children: Tribute to John Dau.

Two men alone with their wounds,
following footpaths in the tall grass
so as not to be seen
by militia.

Stealing pumpkins from farmed fields
chewing on grass stems to ease hunger
Listening to the sound of frogs
And followed to water.

On guard, always, at the pools
That is where they gathered
Learned how to submerge the body
With just a nose showing above water.

Hungry, thirsty, but mostly cold.
No clothes, forty-degrees F,  staying close,
To conserve body heat
While Hyena's and Leopards lurked.

Finding other refugees along the way
Comforted in the fact of comraderie
yet it was harder to move unseen with more bodies
and food became scarce like water.

The Kangen riverbed was barren
hot, hot sun
one adult amongst boys
The Lost Boys of the Sudan.

Finding muddy pools of water, they ate the mud
Just for the moisture, easing the pain
Tongues swollen, skin grey
No voices.

Utilizing everything, they drank their own urine.
Singing Christian songs
Asking God for water
he gave them vulture-ridden bodies along-side a swamp.

A swamp!  drank and drank
found tortoises and roasted them with grasshoppers
First protein eaten in so long,
sat in those marshes and tried to regain strength.

Crossed the Gilo, eyeballing the crocs eyeballing them
Dodging bullets from Ethiopian rebels
some lived.
Six months of starvation to reach Kenya.

There are camps along and throughout
Eastern Africa
And in each one, Death reigns 
as the new and forever King of the Motherland.


Details | I do not know? | |

Vision

Sitting here, in a room with no light
Everything seems
Increasingly bright
And the sound seems louder
Than it normally should be
As I play 
With my excessively growing goatee

It seems like a habit
Having my mornings this way
Yet for fun there is a price
Everyone must pay

Only one question dwells
In the mind of thy own
The answer still remains
To be unknown

Somewhere in the distance
Unreachable by any means
Sits a tall beaming
United States Marine
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Journey to the Gallows

Nine months naked in the darkness eating drugs of malnutrition
How ironic in a cage today he shares the same condition
All the eyes that he has closed are nightmares of heaven's eviction
Damp with blood not of his own was proof that led to his conviction
Nine months naked in the harlots womb who had a drug addiction
Twelve plus twelve years later he is asked forgiveness for redemption
Years before the food was scarce his stomach starved into submission
Now rejecting food before his fate account of superstition
Time to him is upside down with fear a fact of no tomorrow
Mandrake plants become a path for him to journey to the gallows


Details | Blank verse | |

On Death

           On Death

Once is enough
Twice is too much
I want to take it with me
But there are rules
Of engagement – time limits – restraints – red tape - you know
You just can’t hide
They tried to kill my God once 
It must have hurt.
He took it hard
We did too
3 days later He came around
It was easy
Like walking on water
I still don’t want to go
No one gets out alive they say
My toys will miss me
And who will pay the taxes?
If you cry will it make it better?.....make it go away?
So many questions….such little time
I only want lunch
On Death
Once is enough
Twice is too much



Details | Couplet | |

Be Wary Berry

Merrily cherries were chatting with berries on bunches of bushes below;
the cherries were scaring the berries with stories that every new berry should know:

"Beautiful cherries are succulent very so we became fruit of the sky,
but pitiful berries on earth where you tarry cannot please the tongue nor the eye.

Innocent berries I pray you be wary for mortal consumption is nigh,
and it must be scary to die along dairy in coffins that they call a pie!"

Hominal creatures with ravenous features were coming to pick their dessert.
But which one will sweeten the pie to be eaten the fruit of the sky or the earth?

"It will be scary when they pluck 'n bury your souls in their pies to digest;
I hear such a pastry is terribly tasty when given a berrily zest!"

Mary saw favor in that which had flavor so she found the cherries the best;
the cherries were shaken their rubies were taken to bake in a fiery chest.

Scarily berries were mourning the cherries who fell to a sugary greed;
although all the berries were no longer wary for cherries are tasty indeed!


Details | Alliteration | |

See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


Details | I do not know? | |

Monster

                                   Monster

The monster crept Into my house, quite late on Friday night
I wrestled and I struggled and I put up quite a fight
The onslaught was ferocious, when I thought I had him beat
He came back with such power that, he knocked me off my feet
We rolled around the floor for what appeared to be an age
Then looking in the monsters eyes, I saw his inner rage
I knew that he would never stop, but fight until the death
He smiled his sickly smile and hit me with his cocoa  breath
His ferocity relentless, my body soon turned numb
Resistance now was futile, and I knew I’d soon succumb
The battle lost, I opened up a bar of chocolate bliss
The chocolate monster blessed me with a chocolaty kiss
So if you get a visit from a creature such as him
He isn’t such  a monster don’t resist him, just give in.


© John W Fenn  28-05-2009


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Out Heart

Out of the heart

Springs the many issues of life amidst
Throughout a distant embracing strife
Out of the heart a modest choice to make
In ardent springs embraced upon temporal negate

Within time,
Comes about a correlation within its peace
Strong is it may seem
Out of the heart some may disagree/

Out of the heart...
One may equate logical persuasion out of a mist filled with reality;

Charity...

The tender soil still quickens lending it to art as in some specific touch

Through a variation in a dream falling apart at the seams

Some are even very eager to engage in its deepest sympathy?

One may negate truth thus in order to twist its factual to live the lie?

Still others equate logical persuasion amidst;

Out of the heart form the issues of the heart/
Through darkened shades of Pine some may even spring a leak?
We still know what tomorrow might bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallem mankind
We stand amazed at the glue of false fabrication
Twisted thoughts filled with thunder amidst its period of priority
Justification by faith yet they negate logic for a side order of fear
Twisted minds that plug destruction blaming third degree of fire on their very souls
Neglect to pick up the cross & to follow then soaring into sorrow
Never any hopes for a brighter nor that a better tomorrow;

Out of the heart the mouth will speak amidst the madness deepened creek/

Throughout darkened shades of Pine soiled in the breeze with illogical persuasion
We all still know not what tomorrow may bring?
Amidst temporal chords of fallen mankind
Under the surface of the bone filled there is still a layer of skin
Whence, do I need to ever begin again
Fallen man amidst a rise of the angry pagan
Flashlights with a dull pitch formidable response in its equated logical filled lies
Does all of the lie come at any logical big enough surprise?


Details | Rhyme | |

Him or Eggs

You picked this day to die
My hair's a mess
I'm really tired
Stopped at the super market
Needed some eggs to make a pie
You didn't say what time
I guess I really didn't know
Should I wait around awhile
Or were You ever gonna show
These eggs, they have expired
Guess that's just the way it goes
Things do require
Things do expire
If someone noticed I suppose


Details | Blank verse | |

Anaclitic misery

Collective and permanent-
In these steps to eliminate, I advance.
Concern soley for the initial incision-the swell beneath lefthand placement and pressure.
Natural movements restricted, the right conducts it's glide across taught purpose.
 Our eyes widen to mirror the separation of her skin.
Warm nourishment begins to flood, I settle beside and case over the lips,
preventing the taste from draining down my chin.
A plentiful volume of ejecta sets the air.
 Collective and permanent- our labors deliver each other entirely from inherent hunger; mine defined by her final cry, dangles above human teeth, instincts screaming against ignorant memory-against these plastic hands which I've soaked heavily.
The creature of all my passion, each and every constant, bears your name as well.
 At this, a plentiful volume of ejecta had set the air. A powerful aroma to compliment my dinner.


Details | Rhyme | |

Chef Boyardee

There was a great chef who was born in Piacenza, Italy.
This man eventually became known as Chef Boyardee.
Boyardee made great food while he was alive.
But sadly this great man passed away in 1985.

He used to give people food to take home in his restaurant.
His food is still being sold today and it's what people want.
He supervised the catering for the reception of President Wilson's second wedding.
When he died twenty-six years ago, it was what millions of people were dreading.

I ate his food when I was a boy.
His food brings people a lot of joy.
I used to buy his lasagna kit on my mom's birthdays.
The world lost a great italian chef when he passed away.

(DEDICATED TO ETTORE "HECTOR" BOIARDI WHO DIED JUNE 21, 1985.)


Details | Verse | |

The Beast

Lying here, I am eaten
The beast takes its last bite
On a cold and dreary evening 
I begin to recount my life

Sliding past his teeth, I weep
Remembering all my strife
Trying to climb, with arms so weak
My pains increase and subside

Slipping past his tongue, I'm hung
Reaching one last time
My eyes close tight, when terrors sung
With a beastly sort of pride

Falling down his throat, I'm choked
My breath taken from inside
While hearing every ghastly note
The beast sings and cries

Past his lungs, all hope is gone
So hard I thought i tried
Into it's gut I'm finally done
Inside the beast I died


Details | Lyric | |

Eternal Devourer

I will peal the flesh from your face
Chew upon the muscle beneath skin
Your final resting place

Blood rite
Endless night
This ritual is mine
Eating flesh so divine

Surviving off flesh
The butchery continues
Maniacal lust
for the flesh of man
Meat so tender
and meat so tough
I ingest it all

Eternal devourer
of things still writhing
Human flesh furthering my life
I will live forever

I consume all meat
Muscle and skin
Organs, brains
The most tasteful parts
Sustanence through cannibalism
Flesh is the provider
I will live forever


Details | Couplet | |

Writers Rock

Babies,
Babies
Like to get rabies.
That's the way babies rock.

Writers,
Writers
Like nice highlighters.
That's the way Writers rock.


Details | I do not know? | |

"A Terrorist Act On Friday the 13th"

"A Terrorist Act  On Friday the 13th"
(a true story! and no one to tell!)

2 pm Friday the 13th 
a red demon was parked at 
the "Castle of State Farm" by a bus stop
the bald headed red demon, was stalking a unsuspecting
41yr old unprotected  woman...

with one  deep breath the red demon 
let out his toxic breath ...
and blood came for the back of my throat
along with lung tissue that foamed into clear bubbles 
draining out of my mouth and nose

try  to bring air, back into my lungs 
only brought tears and pain 
vomit but with out food just lung matter 
not a doctor so i don't understand why my food didn't come up
just breathing only broth from my lungs
i coughed all night  long, with my throat burning
        

i thought this was the end...
i will die...
a poet who no one pays any attention to will be 
RED-RUM for poems no one even reads~
but will the true story be told someday...
who is pulling my strings...
to hide there true face...    

aka:lyricvixen

P.s. 
respect 

"Because When You Have No Life, Your Just A Survivor..."


Details | Haiku | |

Not Withstanding His Truth

Cut I have the noose
Setting all free now you choose
The spice of death, life


Details | Senryu | |

Zen and the Art of Cannibalism (or, Serial Killer Senryu)

Unseen hungry ghost
Predator in human skin
Lurks among the herd

Some folks drool for lamb
Others beef, but I prefer
The *other* red meat

Arcing silver edge
Slices a dark horizon
Full moon or my knife?

God's hand carves the earth
Canyon river running red
Metaphor in flesh.

Blood on my good shirt:
I just had this damn thing cleaned!
People are so rude.

Sleek steel crimson-graced
Open window into you
Pericardium!

Fresh-plucked beating heart
Just like a ripe tomato
Crush it in my jaws

Warming up the grill:
Home-made chuck on seeded buns.
Long pork for dinner!

Gleaming white arches
Spin around the spinal cord
Horseshoe, played with bones.


Details | Haiku | |

Faces

White mouse with cheese runs
Siamese cat one-half paw
Behind, what faces


Details | Narrative | |

Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)


Details | Free verse | |

EULOGY FOR A PEA

How ignoble
Such a pretty thing
So petite
So round
So shiny green

I'd opened a bag of mixed vegetables
Careless with the knife
It rolled away
All by itself
Along the outer edge of the counter
Fell    without sound    on the floor
Just a pea    I thought
Nothing more

So    I finished making my salad
Lettuce
Carrots
Onions
Celery
Peas
Yes    many   many peas
Except....
Except the one forgotten
On the floor

I thought to look
Put aside the dish
Squish!
I barely felt it
Barely felt that little pea
Under my foot
Then    suddenly!
Despair
That poor little pea
Separated from friends
Smashed to pulp on my dirty kitchen floor
What an ignoble end


Details | Acrostic | |

oldman

once there was an old man on a lane
he always had many cats
then he took a train
and went down another lane


Details | Carpe Diem | |

c j is more than okay

               C.J. IS MORE THAN OKAY
                                     or
            I AM TOO  OLD FOR THE HUNT
My mortal motives are magnanimously moral 
My objects are not objectionable nor in any way obscene
And my only purpose is to preserve the pristine
For I see your smile as genuine and pleasant
Unfortunately I have no funds for buds nor a present
All I have is the want to share some time with you
With no illicit solicitations and that much is true
Each time I contact you in any way
You create a cerulean blue sky from grievous gray
It matters not to me what it is you choose to do
BUT I would enjoy to contentedly have a conversation with you 
 
I’ve played you music I believed would reach your heart
While innocence has always played its pertinent part
You’ve sometimes totally ignored me and that’s all right with me
Because akin to a swiftly swimming swan you deserve to be free
So if the thought occurs to you that I want more than just a phriend
Remember always and in all ways these words that I penned
You mentioned sharing lunch and it took me aback
Because it’s freedom and friendship I wish not to lack
Well as I mentioned before I’ve no money for flowers nor for fleece
But I do have the inclination to share with you some peace

       Fondly in finesse, flora, fauna and finery….   © 2011.….Phreepoetree!
~free cee!~ 


Details | Free verse | |

ISN'T THE END COMING SOON

Sons and daughters are rising
against their parents,
they use obscenity
and physical force;
honor is no longer  
present in their unsound thoughts...
isn't the end coming soon?


Rivers and oceans flood towns and cities,
crops and lives are being  lost,
mothers grieve for their children;
firefighters and soldiers
try to save them with their shivering pets...
isn't the end coming soon?


The climate is continuously changing,
it's getting warmer and ice is melting
in both North and South Poles;
grizzly bears, deers and wolves
search for food in garbage pails...
is the end coming soon? 


Drug addicts and homeless people
are dying on dark, filthy streets
infested by rodents as big as cats;
punks carry guns and shoot in hallways,
and yet hookers continue their business...
isn't the end coming soon?


Grandpas and grandmas read the Bible daily,
their grandchildren worship the Devil who promises
them riches with schemes...even justice and punishment are failing;
who controls the Courtroom: the judge, the crook or the green?
Is the jury as fair and righteous as it appears?
Isn't the end coming soon?


Preachers praise God from the pulpit
when their souls are not pure as He is...
are they deceiving themselves and their flocks?
They interpret the Bible as they deem,
being inherent and contradicting...
isn't the end coming soon? 


When The-Same-Sex-Marriage Law was passed,
crowds of gays and lesbians cheered on:
a return to Sodom and Gomorrah?
Soon perversion will be everywhere,
and more incurable diseases will start new plagues...
isn't the end coming soon?


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Innocent Battle

A soft whistled howl and a mournful cry of pain
Small fox lies dying with a crimson stained fur coat
Its children left to suffer and yet so weak and frail

A content wolf watches its prey from a distance
Claws digging deep within the cold battered land
Tail silently swaying to and fro as desire increases

From the shadows of the shrub a silhouette emerges
A heart shattering cry of pain echoes amid the area
Its small heart seizes to beat within her small chest


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Emptiness

.                              Starvation
                            Strong,     evil
                        Gnawing, bulging, craving
                   Hungry, Voraciousness, greediness, pig
                          Stuffing, gorging, Devouring
                              Bolemia, glutton
                                   Obesity


Details | Quatrain | |

A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

      A BUTTERFLY SHOULD NEVER DIE

I am without anything now that I’m not with you
And Lord knows I miss the taste of your smile
I miss a perfectly designed dream come true
Because you made mounting a mountain seem a mild mile

You gave me butterflies and lightning bugs as a gracious gift
Because of you the morning wasn’t agony anymore
It didn’t matter if I worked in the day or the midnight shift
When I returned you would be there with a smile at our door

Ain’t nobody’s business how deeply we loved one another
But they could tell in our eyes and the way we held hands
Ain’t nobody’s business how I loved you, not even my brother
While I kissed you under the elm tree in the peaceful place it now stands

When you used to approach me it would make my heart race
Now that I’m without you I want to know exactly why
And it’s difficult when I need to forget your emphatic embrace
So now you know from whence comes my woeful wish to die
          © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~



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On Knowing the Dark Side

How does one begin to have recognized
First it requires that one admits to one’s self
Do I live my life in search of perfect health?
Then the dark side has ye hypnotized 

You see the darkness is quite clever
Once you wallow in its fear of loss
Are you starting to understand you pay the cost?
Controlling your destiny forever

Caring not for another human being condition
Driving in you a false perception of need
Increasing in you one’s emotional greed
See now thee that it has a dark mission?


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The Furry of Curry

The spice in the curry mirrors my anger. Angry of being a part of a race with no peace. The small bits of red pepper scatter Like the blood of the innocent. An explosion of heat burns my tongue Like the bombs do their victims. Innocent tongues… Who will never speak of peace Nor taste a meal again.


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Sunday Morning Delight

spider eater, gotta special bond 
spider-eating, one by one 
feel them squish on the tongue 
love the taste of the numbing venom 

cockroach eater, one under thumb 
roach-eating, oh what utter fun 
crawling around inside your mouth 
belly laughs, they'll never get back out 

sundae mourning de-lite 

subtle shift of a creaking door to the tune of 
the screaming of a thousand ill-starred spirits 
shrieks of the rat, caught by the rear 
all those bones and fur won't go down so easy 

taciturns of blue veins percolating 
blue blood spilling in the heart 
a cold winter, it's where the dark sets in 
but no one can see with all those ribs and skin 

lover eater, gotta special flavor 
flesh-eating, drip of macabre 
all this thick red muscle 
the cold wet meat could use some salt 

drop me a line 
your finest red wine, ship me a case 
i envy your palette 
and fashion sense, impeccable taste 

you're nothing like the ones back home

(there are not enough poems about cannibals... :D oh and before you tell me to 
seek help... oh wait, i don't care. f--- you... it's called "art.")


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The Spartans

Spartans trained their children for war,
They practiced all day until they were worn,
Their typical meal was black broth and pork,
It gave them energy for the dangerous war.
Spartan girls were trained for sports,
The ephors, made laws that were enforced,
Spartan women were freer than others,
And were trained to be loyal mothers.
Spartans controlled the Helots for 250 years,
Of course the Spartans had nothing to fear,
Throughout the war many people died,
This is how the Spartans lived their lives.


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The least loved-

You were like a bird perched high up in the tree, which did stare down upon the 

very worms on the ground. With your eye piercing through the ground you did see 

me try to slither back to the safety of the soil, but you did pluck me from the 

ground and with one swift swallow you did devour me whole. I did try to hide from 

your piercing stare as you measured my slithering body and pluck me from the 

ground and swallowed me up like a sink hole that came upon a rainy day and 

eroded the earth from beneath and unseen…Mother earth save me from her 

beak and return me safely to your soil rich grounds? There I will labor until they 

beseech you with their cries for your tears and raise me once again to the very 

top, where once again I shall be at the mercy of their beaks and sharp talons as 

they dig me from the ground once more. And feed me to her little ones…Truly this 

is in the masters plan? The weak for the hungry and the least love shall be feed 

to the many that call upon Mother Nature’s tears to raise the weakest from the 

ground to feed the many that beckon and she does hear their call.  This time I 

surrender my slithery soul in the name of what is right I shall fight no more!


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Yes Ye Will-Will Come

Oh, how it is so much fun
All having been given a choice
You can hear it in their voice
As we all dance and play in the sun

The there are many who shall turn and run
Living a continuous life of evil
End the end it will only bring upheaval
In truth their virtue, they have none


Details | I do not know? | |

The Apple Of Your Eye

The apple of your eye
Is acidic in nature
Burning holes in defenseless victims
Whole holes that hopefully hunt
And the sweet sucking worm
Trapped inside of your favorite fruit
Eats away at their hearts
And the flesh becomes brown
For the lingering life has lingered too long
And the ripeness has reversed into ruin


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THEY AREN'T CHIMPANZEES!!!

They aren't chimpanzees!!!
They descend from mountains
when their stomachs growl,
and they tumble with their excessive weight...
getting dirt, stones and twigs caught in their fur.
Two of them just crashed, making the loudest thud,
sending animals and humans scrambling! 
Someone screams, " They aren't chimpanzees!!! "
" Run, son! " a frightened mother shouts.
" Mom, grab my hand...I'm scared! " the kid yells.


They aren't chimpanzees!!!
They live in the wilderness feeding on deer and wildcats;
they are extremely savage, roaming the dense hills
and open plains, and with one stroke of their powerful paws,
they can instantly kill defenseless creatures or people.
They travel far to get their food, and their senses 
are as keen as tigers and lions hunting their prey.
If you hear groans or strange noises: look out!
They hide behind bushes and trees and they could be
in your own backyard! These beasts are... 


Entered in Gareth James's contest, " Leave Me Hanging "


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The usual chemical baldin

Theme park legacies unnoticed
billion dollar scandals no one talks about
the under rug swept truth of the army taking over your government
telling what president to say what to what city
nothing out of the ordinary
the wars of our fathers, that carry on and on, with no break in between
just generation gaps, the three legs of one war, to fool the gullible
terrorism utilised to make impact statements of common knowledge
leaving you in your rut
in your corner
the pornographic clippings of muscle men
steroids and drug abuse used for a miscarriage
the usual carnival
the chemicals of the previous wars soaked into their soil
now nothing there grows
wicked this way comes
better this time
a law suit
hands washed clean, you look the other way when it happens to me
the gang unit doesn't even know
politically correct they are
selling the cover up
for the side effects of the wars of our fathers
the soils that soon will no longer bear fruit
something in the water, we tell ourselves is sewage
the pieces fit and we blame our mothers and fathers
after the doctors, after the brothers, and our lovers
where it all started, looking back to the deserted wastelands
of your chemical warefare
i see your footsteps
where the children starve
blaming monkeys for disease
we thought we would never be
something wicked this way comes
you look the other way
but here it is
the pieces fit
the usual game
hunger pains
disease
the cover up in your face
under rug swept
yet a torture
you dont see, blinding me


Details | Free verse | |

Love Is Dead

The prince of the power of the air along with his children
666,
Love is dead until we fancy another route of passing?
Chasing after the wind in twilight excursion of light,

Love is dead ever since the 1960's burning bras
Feministic women amazons invading our every portal of death
Viscious long hanging fangs that bite hanging down dripping blood off side
We often run away to hide in fashionable sway,

We can't even hold the door for our neighbor anymore?
Blackened hearts chosing death's door cement,
Broadened venues of pornography & red light districts
A slurrpy & pop rocks,

Love is dead we have inherited lust from the children of the damned!
In sharp contrast toward what Warhol's intent of past exposure
Move over rover and let the fakes take over
Pagans branded with dire evil teeth losing sleep


Gone our the days of Little House & the prairie 
Not to mention Little Bo Peep!
Perhaps its that time we take a leak?
Inner circles broadened cliches in imaginative scope

Can even cope when you have an old spice soap on the rope
In certain circles vain cliches again best to hold my breath to count to the number ten?
Love is dead but God is still alive
Love is Hollywood philisophical fake promotion

Phat Kats with blue hats sipping on some magic potion
Rubbing their fake boobies down with Tropicana lotion
Love is dead what is going on in the societal mindset head?
We have erected fabricated idols out of vanity

Vanity of Vanity all is vanity!
We squeeze money out of the imaginary machine turning green
Just to watch that Obama dream?
If you ask me were still living in the evil land of mean!


Details | Free verse | |

Death Tree

Whatever you do
Do not climb the last tree on earth
Because if you do
It will not let you down
And you will starve up there


Details | Free verse | |

Life

Sometimes I wonder what things I’ll do in life
Will I have a wife, a soul mate, a life-long friend, a companion till the end? 
Will I be left on my own, by myself to fend? 
Send me to a place where your looks don’t matter
To a place where you can be skinnier or fatter 
To a place where your confidence and self esteem wont shatter 
A place where you won’t be judged if you eat a full platter 

I wish my emotions were an optional choice 
To be able to drop them, escape the insulting voice 
I wish I was a toddler, back when all that mattered was toys
Where it didn’t make a difference if you liked girls or boys 
People’s words are like an army, waiting to be deployed
And when they deport, your feelings are destroyed
You’re on your own left thinking if there is anyone on your side
But you don’t go and search, you feel the need to hide 
They have created a monster, it’s now living inside 
It's tearing down your courage, and eating your pride 
You find yourself asking if your parents have lied. 
Telling you all these years, you're perfect in every way shape and size 
Even now when you hear that, a part of you dies 
Because it’s not what you believe, according to statistics 
You've been judged throughout life, on your appearance and characteristics 
Facing the world’s most blunt and cold hearted critics 
It’s inevitable to judge, but don't be so quick to attack 
You don't know that person, and that’s just a fact. 
The one you made fun of, lost everything, house burned down, he didn’t have time to pack 
His father had left when he was young; his mother was addicted to crack 
What we all take for granted, is what this boy lacked. 
All I’m asking, is to think before you speak 
Even though you don't know it, it’s making the person weak 
Just focus on yourself, seek what you want from life 
Don't be the person who's the reason, on their wrist, lays a knife.


Details | Didactic | |

breakfast

the wolves are come. for me.
they are. they come. for me.
i am a tasty treat.
the wolves, they come for me.

they shall swallow me whole.
they'll eat my body and soul.
i am a sweet morsel.
into their mouths i will go.

the wolves are. at my door.
my heart shall beat no more.

i'm a sitting duck.

the blood. the wolves. it pours.


Details | Free verse | |

Sunset Dinner

[///
I would tell him, 
but he hunkered 
down in his bunker, 
debriefing
with one-thousand-caliber cans of beer.
He rationed himself,
confidentially,
to every Bud.
Every friend
poured from their head-wound
deafening - distinctive - gurgles.
	                               ///]


(…
I dine at a wide clay table -
face the gold-red wall.
I serve myself a setting yolk -
season it with salt.
I eat my meal, and quickly-
forbid the air its warmth.
I stuff myself with sunset;
starved in bed, I bawl
as dusk, so kind, wraps leftovers
for tomorrow evening’s gall
                                         …)


He (like the day) has set;
sunsets taste – different –


Details | I do not know? | |

Destroying Death 10092011


On this mountain the Lord of hosts
Will provide for all peoples
A feast of rich food and choice of wines…
He will destroy death forever

Lord God will wipe away
Tears from all faces Isaih 25:6, 8

THIS ISAIAH PASSAGE  
One of the greatest sources of Courage for me in all of Scripture
The repeated detailed description of the feast
In case gives me a kind of glorious concrete hope

I love the tenderness of the Lord God
Wiping away the tears from all the faces

Three years ago on this date-10092008
I held this reading in my hand beside my dying sister
She was the one who gave feasts in our family:
Rich juicy food and choice wine
I read aloud for us both
“He will destroy death forever”
God of Love
Help us to trust in this stunning promise of life You offer us with such tenderness


Details | Free verse | |

VIVIEN LEIGH AS SCARLETT

The striking actress
  Vivien Leigh played the role
    of Scarlett in, "Gone With The Wind".
      The Southern belle fell in love with Rhett,
        who had a set of charming blue eyes that captured
          her heart burning with passion and love: like her red dress!



  In the heart-wrenching scene on a barren hill, 
    over-looking the luxurious mansion, we see furious Scarlett
      vowing herself to never go angry again and not to live in poverty;
        and we hear her loud voice thundering amid cannons' blasts, as she 
          pleads her promise with vengeance staring at the orange-colored sunset!
            And from that war, which brought much destruction to the South, a great nation rose!


Details | I do not know? | |

Devoured

She is yellow tonight, grinning 
as she reflects the day. Her breath 
Splashes against me, needles of silver 
Inject my skin. Casting shadows and trapping thought, 
in punctured sails. 
Petals dissolve; gather as pulp at the base 
Of my heart. Burgundy lines solid flesh. 
Empty beats crackle and echo through 
my hollow bones. Chalk that spends itself 
in continual lines. 
Thought, in tatters hanging from my brain, 
Is dry. Scorched by the flickering tongue 
Of the sun. Flames that fed on the fertile 
Fabric, spun from raw emotion. 
Devoured the spark, 
halted production.


Details | Free verse | |

OCHSA and Poetry

At OCHSA, in poetry class today
a dead body lay on the floor
and hungry starved commercial dancers
came in to feast.

Crunching on the toe nail chips
drinking in the eyeballs
feasting on the spaghetti and meatball hair
slipping on the soup of tongue.

Ripping at the flesh
like carnivorous dinosaurs of old
feasting on fallen herbivores
nummy, slurp, gulp.

I walked in on the middle of this fray
only bones were left,
aww, poor people
We really shouldn't feed the lions
but maybe commercial dancers are the exception!

a/n: this was written for a Halloween contest at OCHSA but they told us no zombies and ect
so this is what happened! Yes commercial dancers can be scary when they are hungry enough!


Details | Free verse | |

Letter to a Movement

This sudden surge of old death
This expiration of forest trees
And my lung choking for breath
This sickness of an old disease
This tropical rain forest gasping
With the world for life, and chains
Of food stores lit up and basking
In cheap food fattening, the stains
Of beckoning jingles but few ignore
For they do not know how many 
Die to bring obesity to a greasy store
And you think the real calamity
Is the forest, you should me here
Prowling at the shrivelling edges
Of my domain shrinking up with fear
I growl, short from high rock ledges
Where is a cat to go without a jungle?
So now you they are only after me
Trying to make extinct not invisible
Will cheap fat dribble on your gluttony.
Where are the Yanamoahs gone
There are no foot tracks where the eagles spawn.


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You'd better not eat at my cafe

(This is a fictional poem)

I made a mistake when I opened this cafe.
The food makes people sick and then they don't pay.
I happen to be the world's worse cook.
Today I had an accident while slicing some food and now I wear a hook.
My cooking is so bad that it actually killed a man and now his family is going to 
sue.
My prices are cheap but the food makes people vomit and it tastes worse than an 
old shoe.
The customers don't like me or this dump.
They're getting tired of having to have their stomachs pumped.
You'd better listen to the advice that I'm going to give you.
Don't eat here, it's untelling what it will do.


Details | Burlesque | |

Death in a Stairwell

I couldn’t wait to eat lunch with you tomorrow
But now my heart is filled with sorrow
The world has violently taken you away
I watched as you crashed to the stairwell floor
As your innards were sprawled all over the tile
The red stain will remind me of this cursed night
The night your life was ended
I just wish our time together wasn’t so brief
It is filling me with grief,
As I think of the memories we will never be able to share
I can barely take the thought of you not being there,
When I awake in the morning
So I will stand here in mourning
I will grieve over this world’s loss of ageless beauty
I will grieve over my loss of the one I dreamt of tasting in sweet bliss
I will grieve over you, the one I am sorely missing
I just wish I knew “why?”
Why cruel world?! Why?!
What did my sandwich ever do to deserve to die?


Details | Free verse | |

Beacon Of Hope


Looking for a beacon of
Hope
From a simple stranger

Walking down a street in
A strange country

Never been there before

Poverty-stricken seem know
End..
Walking around on the street
Not knowing

Where to turn, mind is lost
Seeking hope..

Maybe a little hope

Coming from the strangers

Walking on this strange street

Never been there before

But faces shown age of depression
Of life

Lines of time

Shown worn and weary, know
Light,

Know hope

One faint tear

Pains of hunger

With sullen bellies

Is their know end in sight in

Strange man land..

Looking for a beacon of hope

Maybe a little light..


Details | List | |

Cry Pig

Cry pig because you’re about to be slaughtered
Cry pig because people will begin to eat you shortly
Cry pig because you will be in a frying pan soon
Cry pig because you will be served in restaurants tomorrow
Cry pig because you will no longer be with your family
Cry pig because your children will be next
Cry pig because you will suffer through pain to achieve our hunger
Cry pig because you will never die of natural causes
Cry pig because you will no longer have feelings
Cry pig because you will no longer have emotions
Cry pig because your life is over
Cry pig because ours have just begun

Written November 23, 2008


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Sinful Supper

The snake showed it to Eve.
Special, secret fruit
Adam persuaded to eat
Good and evil known
fig leaves cover us
meal of first
Sin!


from genesis 3:6


Details | I do not know? | |

Circle of Life

In the darkness
His eyes glow
Awaiting his next victim
The one to trespass on his domain
Creeping in complete silence
His victim wonders through
An unknown place
Lost with no where to turn
He watches
Waiting for the right time
As the victim gets closer
In the blink of an eye 
He's reached out
Catching his victim for the night
His victim whimpering in fear and pain
Slowly the life draining 
From a beautiful creature
As mama wolf drags dinner back to her pups.


Details | Free verse | |

Echoes

leaving space between you and what was then. it's clear, nothing makes since. If 
only...if only... Breaking what's already been broken. finally knowing that my heart 
is what you've been staying for too long. and with each cut and stab and bleed of 
my heart, I feel your smile. Not knowing that today is yesterdays lie. All because 
of nothing. Empty silence between you and guilt because, you can't face the fact 
that I'm dead in your eyes. You can't fix what was then now I'm over. Left with 
nothing, but an empty love. The only thing I'm living for is giving up. Watching time 
as I pass it by and losing life at the same time. Oh, what a world this would be , if 
I was with you and you were with me.I LOVE CHICKEN!!!!!!!


Details | Free verse | |

Open Rebuke

Vials of stolen waters are sweet
To the drunkard who drinks 
As if he has not drank
Who inside is like bottled up wine
Pouring new wines into an old wine skin
Though he must vent, ready to burst
He considers not that the wines will run out
And that the bottle will perish
Thus, the simple man seeks another drink
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The winebibber staggers and falls into deep ditches
Full of the nectar and the dregs of the flesh
Under the tree of knowledge in fields of subtle venoms
Loaves of secret bread are pleasant
To the glutton who gluts 
As if she lacks bread
Wiping her mouth saying she has done no wrong
Though she’s known, a woman given to appetite
Yet she puts not the knife to her throat
Neither considers the dainties before her
That such food id deceitful meat
The strange woman craves more delacacies
Making glances and taking chances
With festive dances and forbidden romances
The riotous eater of flesh gnash a mouthful of gravel
Engorged with the grains she grinds 
That pierce, alas, like a sword and stabs like a dagger
Whose drowsiness clothes with rags
And covers such impoverished souls 
With hunger and sleep, thus you must listen
Guide your heart in the Way 
And be not among them
Lest you learn their ways snaring your one soul.


Details | I do not know? | |

my sickness

in the morning
i pick myself out of bed
trying to stand staight
and hold up my head
my mouth is dry 
and my tummy aches
the more i get down on my knees
the more my body breaks
run to brush the horrifing 
smell off of my teeth
as much i think im winning
my throat tells me im in defeat
my chest is breaking up out
of my own skin
my outside looks nice
but im dying within
its too early to engage
in my ungodly ritutal
i love the high of my process
that has now become habitual
no one sees cause
it all happens on the inside
but the smell that carrys and the loss i have
is somethimes hard to hide
i think of all that i dont gain
and that i do swallow
looking at the toll it takes on me
i ask will make it to tomorrow
in the mirror i can only see all 
that i portray
it is just a matter of time now when
i will soon start to decay
my eyes wont tell you
what really happens to my food
when i rush to the bathroom after every meal
i know they think its rude
in 5 years will i start to show
the damage in my throat
i stare at the toliet
and see the evdience a float
so how dose this life style begin 
to end
will it be when the doctor
tells me this damage he can not mend
why do i forfill this 
when i know this will make me die
as i lean over the toliet
i can only ask myself why?