Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

Un Crime a Minuit

I
                                              awakend
                                        in the dead of night
                                    passionate desires nibbled
                                hunger and thirst, consumed me
                        A Mayan princess was of no use to me now
                I, who was king, became a slave to my lustful desires
         Gargoyles and the devils helpers would fall at my feet, in death
 yes in triumph I marched forth, eyes aglow, at the pastries I would devour





Note: The Title in English means "A Crime at Midnight" yes since childhood I am guilty of this crime!!!

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Nette Onclaud January 4, 2019 at 3:12 PM never knew what was coming...ohh the sweets!... i'll have those too, art... enjoyed!..huggs

Carolyn Devonshire August 3, 2018 at 7:49 PM Arthur, I really had no idea where this was going as the suspense built quickly and intensified. Then, upon learning of your crime, I wanted to reach for something sweet. We are both guilty of the same crime, but few are innocent enough to prosecute us. Smiles Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich June 7, 2014 at 10:48 AM I have resisted this particular crime rather well. I am more blatant, doing it in the light of DAY. hahaha Arthur Vaso June 7, 2014 at 10:56 AM LOL Day or night, food always feels right!

Andrea Dietrich June 7, 2014 at 10:48 AM LOVE this btw.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser June 7, 2014 at 4:31 AM hahahahhahhaa i love how it ended.. lools may I ask you love eating huh???? again witty witty write from Arthur.. :D!!!! Arthur Vaso June 7, 2014 at 10:55 AM Well Who doesn't love food? But I wrote this just for fun, after I saw your pyramid poem!! So its you who gave me the idea!

Shadow Hamilton June 5, 2014 at 11:02 AM lol Arthur love the light hearted humour in this fine midnight feasts are great fun pen ty for visiting my page and for lovely comments hugs Arthur Vaso June 7, 2014 at 12:25 AM Hi there Shadow, yes I can do more than dark and depressing! LOL Cheers!

Lucilla Carrillo June 4, 2014 at 11:04 PM Nice poem; I'm glad that you explain. I thought it meant - a crime a minute, but than that could happen too. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla Arthur Vaso June 7, 2014 at 12:23 AM Well a crime a minute also sounds nice!!!!!!

Nette Onclaud June 4, 2014 at 4:30 PM wow, a food raider of the lost ref, arthur..delightful with great shape form.. huggs Arthur Vaso June 7, 2014 at 12:23 AM Love the comment Nette, thanks!!!!

Matthew Anish June 4, 2014 at 12:31 PM This is a common problem. One must pull oneself away from the refrigerator at times! Well constructed with an interesting shape! Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish Arthur Vaso June 7, 2014 at 12:21 AM Well I wrote this in humor, I only do this on even days! LOL thanks!

Seren Roberts June 3, 2014 at 9:15 PM Doesnt everyone, lol i guess so....Seren Arthur Vaso June 7, 2014 at 12:20 AM Thank you!!

Tim Smith June 3, 2014 at 9:11 PM I succumb to those crimes as well my friend. Arthur Vaso June 4, 2014 at 10:21 AM Thanks Tim, as a child I used to go kitchen in the morning, with face smudged in chocolate, saying "Me? ate cake last night? noooo was not me "