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Details | Ballad | |

The Dragon

The Dragon.

In the mountains near the land of Nord
Their lived a fiery Dragon
He had such hot and fearsome breath
Yet he kept his tail a dragging
Because he knew he wasn't bad
He was shy and that was all
And if he looked too meek and mild
Then folk would treat him cruel.

He met this little lad from Kelt
One day whilst coasting round
With fire belching from his mouth
And roaring fearsome sounds
The little lad was terrified
When he saw this thunder brute
And the dragon he was hurt indeed
As this fear he did intuit.

He said "I'm sorry little boy
But I'd not do you harm
I rasp and roar like this you know
So folk will leave me calm
I really want to be your friend
It's so lonely being me
Then the two they walked off arm in arm
It was beautiful to see.

Socrares Dec 7 2003

For Carol Eastmans contest 'Children's Fable

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Free verse | |

SUBMARINE-THE GRAY GHOST

From fathoms deepest keep, where man,
Shall not dare go, a white toothy giant
Dwells, with hatred's malice, this is a living man
Eater, whom lies at the bottom of the ocean.
In this striking zone, of deadly encounters,
Here where dead men tell no tails, crimson
Currents of the lifeless, float to the top of the food
Chain, and their last breaths of air explode, as
Bubbles above at the surface,
Leaving nothing behind but a bloody residue,
And the wreckage mangled life raft, and one word
Still lingers on the foreboding breeze, as a screams
Echoing drowns into whispers in silences last refrain,
SHARK!
Nay this aquatic Phantom, called Submarine,
Is the gray ghost that stalks within every human
Beings nightmares, just below the waves of our
Subconscious fears, a demon lurks in the darkness,
Of the murky shallows, waiting to take a bite
Out of us.
A thirty-seven foot killing machine, with razor
Blades of jagged ivory's, moving at velocities mega
Speed, heading straight for humanity's beach,
His favorite hunting grounds.
A leviathan of a shark, highly intelligent,
Circling his preferred prey called man,
The hunter is ready to appease his
Insatiable appetite that is never satisfied,
In a carnivores blood bath of mayhem,
Just off shore of paradise.
In hell's kingdom many souls scream from
Below one word that echoes through the
Chum filled surf above, SHARK.
For these are the latest victims, of
The Submarines wrath, and now they do
So warn the living, beware of this sharp
Toothed Giant!
Look into the black eyes of death, take
Notice if he bares the scare of men,
And notches gouge mark on his dorsal fin,
For than thee shall know for sure, if
It is truly the gray ghost,
Known as Submarine.
If thou’ art sure, than say your final prayers unto God,
And inhale one last deep breath of air,
Than swim away, as fast as you can,
For humanity is now on the menu!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © cherl dunn

Details | Rhyme | |

Melbourne cup day

Melbourne cup day

Today was Melbourne cup day
A day for fun and fashion
A day to watch the horses race
It really is a passion
Foolish clothes and silly hats
Are, the order of the day
As folk they drink their alcohol
And act in foolish ways

No thought is spared for horses
No one cares at all
They all want fun and money
It’s not too beautiful
To see those horses whipped, and forced
To please on looking folk
Who have a really splendid day
As they laugh, and drink, and joke

Two lovley horses died today
Through the cruelty of those
Who only care about pleasure
‘That’s just the way it goes
It’s only a couple of horses
They’re here just for our fun’
This it be their attitude
‘Keep those gee gee’s on the run’!

Today was Melbourne cup day
A great time was had by all
No one really gave a damn
That the racing game is cruel
All they want is money
That’s all they really care for
If the horses keep on dying
They can always get some more.

4 October 2014

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Narrative | |

It's A Damn Cartoon

It’s a damn cartoon you stupid raghead SOBs.
If you are so very evil that you would kill people
over a stupid cartoon then you are not only
descended from apes, you are apes, hairless tailless monkeys.
You are dumb ass animals with absolutely no human qualities.

Copyright © Jerry Stevenson

Details | Cowboy | |

Evil Walls

I'm locked up how is it even possible to go lock down? But like clock work or a slave in debt to a master I do. Not because I choice to, but because I have no choice. Either lock down or deal with the boot squad, which consist of twenty guards all built like they just step off of the set the hit movie 300 Rise of an Empire. This a few months back would have configured a difficult challenge for me, being I've always had authority issues, or been an issue for authority..... one or the other. Behind these evil walls the outside rules do not apply. For starters you can be who ever you want to be here, no one is  going check your resume or say otherwise. I've never been in a place where approximately 80% of the population was professional MMA fighters. Not to mention we over crowded. So a population that was supposed to be 1500 was more like 2000, meaning people sleeping on floors. Yes Hundreds on a hard concrete floor. Still the here are different, so of course naturally no one cares, because to Them, Them being our keepers, we are just animals and so we are treated as such.  We are told when to wake, when to sleep, when to feed. Dogs have more freedom, but its justified because we are behind theses evil walls and well the rules here are different. Here Them are Gods and we, the worthless animals, I'm sorry criminals are nothing, but mere, well Nothing. Behind these evil walls we are trained how to be worst then we are originally we are mixed in with the worst kinds of people in order to ensnare us into bonding and conspiring amongst one another only to caught once again and return to the place which in fact made us what we are at that very moment in time. But only the weak at Heart Fall for this ploy. Us who Never forgot who we were, or by some act of God somehow find ourselves behind these walls, we vow never to return, never to darken these stairwells again, but that's what probation and things like parole are for, to ensure that we do but THEM they know the ones they can break. Not me I hate these Walls. These walls are a constant reminder of everything I Hate about control and Authority. I will never return not even to visit, because every time you are there its like a relapse, the next time is so much easier.

Copyright © Clemon Beverly

Details | Narrative | |

Rabid Skunks

If I saw a rabid skunk and an Islamist
both dying by the side of the road,
I would just pass them by
because they are basically the same,
twin stinking useless beasts.

Vive la France!
Death to rabid skunks!

Copyright © Jerry Stevenson

Details | Free verse | |

Animal Rights And Terrorism

Where are the animal rights people
when it comes to the raghead nazis
of the Islamic State in Syria and Iraq?
No donkey, goat or sheep is safe
from mass rape from these loathsome
devil worshipping rat bastards.
Now that there are over thirty thousand
of these murdering brain dead dumb asses
running around in the desert over there
they have branched out to raping other
four legged creatures including
horses, cows, dogs, cats and even pigs.
Speak up for the persecuted animals
of Syria and Iraq all you bleeding hearts
from the free world nations of planet earth.

Copyright © Jerry Stevenson

Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Rat Say

What does the rat say?
“Vote for me for Senator,
I am a good rat.”

Copyright © Jerry Stevenson

Details | Epic | |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | Free verse | |

Never So Gracious

A full moon night to my delight what is so wrong with doing what's right nothing is right after so long no use in complaining time to move on The Dream Water one day might take me away farther from the comfort of familiarity I float on my back then shut my eyes my body now sinking into ocean arms open wide Now swallow your son back to his nature when he is no longer needed to stay here the next generation are dooming themselves they need my experience to guide them through hell Why should I bother on my own, I strive through I turn my back on the thought of bothering to save you alone in this world my, is it spacious I'm finally smiling, never so gracious.

Copyright © Bj Fard

Details | Ballad | |

Black Demon

Black Demon.

The old black Demon's back again
He's pounding on my soul
He's prodding, always prodding me
This be his earthly role
The hordes of Hell move into me
With their whips and masks of steel
Invading me they rip my flesh
And break into my will.

I look into this Demons eyes
Though my body quavers some
As fear be powerful in my mind
I know what must be done
Oh no I will not falter
For now be courage time
That coward that resides in me
He be my cursed crime.

He turns his back, the bounder's gone
I've beat his hide again
If you look your demons in the eye
Their manner grows more tame.
But he'll be back on some tomorrow
He's the strongest force I know
He's my shadow and he's telling me
To move into the flow.

Socrares Dec 31 2003.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The mystery with no viel

Life is a creative 
Explosion
A playful
Rebellion
A dance with 
No reason
A non-sensical Mystery
Extending through and beyond logic.
Nothing holds it at both sides
Yet here it is. (There it is)

Copyright © Graham Eakin

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Confession

The fox gnaws flaking muscle
From speechless rabbit, cold
In mind and body. Men shiver
As bodies dry, spat from river.

Rings of globes circle hands
Of the thoughtless, so beaten
From paths to be told of Him, 
Waiting until eyes grow dim.

Walking among us is plague,
Standing above us is but love,
These winds will claw our youth
While faith entraps this truth.

Winter comes but we survive,
Breath and bones, colonies thrive.

Copyright © Dan Keir

Details | Free verse | |

la la la's just killing me

about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
barking dogs
biting dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
they know
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
white one 
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
no!?

I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?

finally
 [I pray]
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth

Copyright © marinescu victor

Details | Romanticism | |

SHE

She, she wanders though night sky touching nothing. Silence, just breathe. Salvation walks softly with bare feet. Huntress of whispers.  Mother of slumber, I welcome you with steady hands never shaking. My bones only for you.   With eyes no one could ever   fully express with a mere human tongue, she spoke… leaving all things meaningless. Memories are ashes and moonlight is clean.  Such solace, just breathe.  Sleep deep in oceans of dreams, and you’ll find me there. In Fathomless blue, MY bones only for you.

Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R.

Details | Free verse | |

Life of a she vamp

My heart started thumping My blood soared fast It was time! I slowly opened my eyes And saw, Darkness surrounded me Darkness filled me up Darkness and my hunger I lifted off the cover of my coffin Stretched my limbs And climbed out It was time! Time to enjoy a good hunt Time to kill a lost soul Time to be What I am! A hungry Vampire! Once I was out of my cave The cold tickled me The breezed caressed my body It felt wonderful Oh a little bit of sex would not be refused Yet, My hunger was stronger My stomach needed to be fed If not, I would die! Here he comes A loner Lost in his dreams Lost in his struggles He walks As if he had no aim With a cigarette in his hand When I pounced on him He hardly had time to shout When I sucked in his blood Life flew in me Made me so strong and bold That even Mars recoiled Scared at my power! The body would never be found I threw it in a deep pit! I had the night all for me No more hungry I chose to dance Who knows I might even mate! Till shall arise, My sworn enemy That which can kill me within seconds The bloody sun!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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the dead spider and bee

I saw a dead spider
trying to breath

even though it was too cold
a bee came to see

help me the dead spider began to plead

I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me

I won't said the spider
you'll see
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath

the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee

kiss me
breath life into me
the spider did plead

unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she

but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee

the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting

now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting

Copyright © Eelun Phetmoore

Details | Couplet | |

Send Them Straight To Hellfire

Thoughts of taking an eye for an eye saturate my being.
The black invades my very heart because of what I'm seeing.

Cruelty to the helpless beings brings out the rage in me.
Some day I might just cross that line when I can't let it be.  

So many times I think that Old West justice should prevail.
These ugly less than humans should be run out on a rail.

Let them feel the pain and misery they richly deserve.
If I can be the one to give it I won't flinch a nerve.

Innocent animals and wee ones have such love to give.
The evil ones causing them pain just don't deserve to live.





written 5/18/2015

Copyright © Deb Wilson

Details | Blank verse | |

THE WASHERMAN

A washerman in the habit of going to the river nearby,
To wash the dirts of the whole people of his village,
He cried croc..croc many times raising his voice once,
Neighbors came running to the river bank to know why?
All in laugh the washerman for his foolish funny,
The day followed also he enjoyed his same old comedy,
Innocent people came again running to save the washerman,
All in laugh he once more thinking all fools the village men,
Oh,a croc sailed in fact,washerman cried,not late the other day,
Came not men in hate but his fate as a long killer crocodile!

Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen

Details | Rhyme | |

The Old Gum Tree

She sits beneath the old gum tree
eyes of black, teeth so sharp, claws of steel
she tells them stories and they listen
stories of death and destruction
stories of grief and misery
and so we sit under the old gum tree
the animals, the demon and me

Copyright © Rellik Anne

Details | Free verse | |

EXPERIMENTATION


The Zoo has its door opens.
A car goes backward
Into the Valley’s wall.
It’s a need
Jungles’ animals
In the loosing. Cage.
A silken blackbird
Smiles at the elephants.

News rolling in.
There is a click.
A criminal laughs
At the crocodile.

I done. 
No more.

Copyright © George Zamalea

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Dawn Of The Rat Race

In Eden's garden long ago
a second story's to be told.
First when Eve took her bite
and Adam fled in such a fright.
But on the ground watching by
two creatures suddenly did spy.
A chance to taste what's forbidden
and none see for they'd be hidden.
Quickly ran these two to eat,
digging in with sharp front teeth.
But suddenly the sky grew dark
God calling out loudly, “Hark!”
“You two eat, I clearly see,
fruit from the forbidden tree.” 
“You are not allowed to stay,
Cast out to scratch a life each day.”
Picking them up with gentle hands,
He released them past Eden's land.
“But this promise you will see,
Man amply take care of your needs."

Copyright © Kathleen Callaway

Details | Haiku | |

Demise

I. Senses

One chilly evening
In the dark, red eyes glaring
Laughter can be heard

II. Intruder

The creature approached
It reeks of a rotten stench
Makes one want to puke

III. Death

Slowly closed my eyes
For I was too terrified
I waited for death

IV. Silence

Vanquished by silence
Taken to another place
Not a single sound

Copyright © Sheep Aneki

Details | I do not know? | |

Human Purpose

Purpose?
Do humans have purpose?
Yes? No?
Nature has programmed it animals to survive, so is that there purpose?
To live?
If it is, is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans refuse to live every year.

What is our purpose?
Love? To reproduce?
Yes? No?
Animals do what they can to keep their young alive, so is that their purpose?
To care for their young?
Is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans are killing their young every year.

What is our purpose?
Power? Strength?
Yes? No?
Animals will strive to lead the group, so is that their purpose?
To lead others?
Is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans lead others with corruption and lies.

What is our purpose?
Equality? Fairness?
Yes? No?
Animals all have a equal chance to live or die, so is that their purpose?
To have fairness?
Is it the same for humans?
Seems it can't be, more humans set themselves above others every year.

Copyright © Tiberius Augustus Porter