What sort of beast
is made with yeast?
That kind of critter
is called an apple fritter.
You have yet to see the bountiful ornaments in my orchard.
Perspiring perfumes of the passion we play and preview,
Weaving wonderful whispers of the wishes we ought to do.
Let me show you the silky thread of our poetry,
As I wear your handwriting all the way
Down to the very slopes you dare to kiss,
Demanding my eyes, to stay stoned into your hazel soul.
What my thoughts could do to your tempting traps, to your luscious lats—
When my lips could read the rhythms you bleed through your throbbing teases,
Braiding beautiful ballads on the nape of your neck,
Surely , an invitation for an appetite,
Oh, beauty of a beastly back.
A Beastly Catastrophe Damns Earth;
Facing Gruesome Hurricanes-
Invading, Jamming, Killing Landsmen.
Malicious Nature Of Pandemic Quakes;
Raging Savagery Threatens Understanding.
Vanishing, Waxing- Xanadu Yields Zero.
Men in finest
Beat Everest
Are toughest beast.
I dreamed I was in a strange place
Near no accustomed kin
With nailed boards across my face
I am the beast of the land
With fire that froze my hands
And water that burnt my skin
My lost soul lays in bands
I am the beast of the land
10/4/21
Beastly Betty badly breaks her brother’s
Buttocks with a bat upon his butt.
Broken, beaten brother barely bothers
Bellowing at bawdy Betty. But
Because bad blood between both babe and bro
Builds baleful bias brought by Betty's bane,
Beleaguered Bob bestows a bitter blow.
By blasting boiling bile on Betty's brain.
,
the eyes and sights,
the little lips,
the face
wanna tell something
noiseless civilly
our boastful
verbose words
shut these all beautiful
make mute these all
and we the beastly inhuman
behave everywhere as unruly tyrant deaf
oh
for our impertinent dazzling happiness
liking this all in burning fire of sorrow
-Chattogram, BD
though just like a human
but animal begets animal!
no beast is human
but some human is beast!
-December 22, 2019 CTG, BD
Beastly Day
A beastly day, begins with lonely dawn
Of a smile and inner light completely shorn
Where could one hide from a truly beastly day
When in your flesh it’s teeth will stay
Merciless and persistant be his lust
To thrust your hopes and spirit in the dust
Clenched claw tugs on a heart ever tight
Nervous belly, leaves you in a fright
Tedious and oblong moves the onslaught
Every hour wrong, every hour faught
Prayer to be no more the prey
Laying bare under a heavy beastly day
Surely there must be an end
A message to tomorrow we shall send
Bring with you a new sun ray
And cast to dusk this bad day.
Chickens, spiders, caterpillars and ice cream ants.
They are dancing the jig in yellow pants.
Roaches, encroaching, poaching and wiggling.
They are trying to imitate with silly looking jiggling.
It is the annual Beastly Big Beetle Ball.
There are centipedes in the thousands, fleas and all.
They are clogging, and logging, and gyrating in the middle.
The crickets and grasshoppers are avidly playing their fiddles.
They are clipping and clogging and slipping, and whee!
Some are sliding and slurping and rubbing a knee.
Legs are whirling, and twirling, yes it is a beautiful fall.
A great October day for the Beastly Big Beetle Ball.
Beastly burdens of life
Millstones round my neck
Not that I malign my wife
For in my eyes beastly burdens of life emulate a sneaking snake
Writhing on the hard road
Through life I travel
On my head perching an abnormal load
Of which I never cease to marvel
Although pressure my neck oppresses
Enjoying a free ride
As twinges of pain pressure stresses
With unabashed pride
Driven to extremes
That hurt, hurt and hurt
So sharply they satirize dames
To whom sweet nothings I blurt
Not that to me it matters or flatters
Whether dames don long or short
In gild letters that decry fetters
As they snort
Raising my ire
With candour
Warmed on a cold night by the fire
Fanned by the parallax of pain odour
A neurotransmitter smells
Telling me I’m lying
When burden spells and scales
Confirm I’m sighing and flying
Despite averse appearances
That on the grapevine seem to glorify and aggrandize gossip
Inferences on my circumstances
Which in a vacuum peep, weep and fall asleep.
Suffering from his excessive beastly appetites in life,
a man in desperation turned towards them and asked:
" Why, you insatiable appetites, don't ease your
excruciating demands for a moment so my soul,
at last, peace to find?"
Surprised by the question, his beastly appetites angrily replied:
" Why are you complaining, silly man, when you know very well
that it was you who nurtured us into maturity by satisfying our
every single demand?"
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 January 2018
'Beastly Dream'
Nipping at
My tiring heels,
Breath hot,
So close
That I can
Feel
The froth
That reeks
Behind its’ toothy
Grin.
Its’ muscled
Claws
That grip
The ground,
Scar the earth
With every
Bound,
That brings it
Closer
To my heels.
What beastly
Creature
This,
That has
My scent,
That lunges on
With no
Relent.
Burning lungs
And tiring
heart
Slows my pace.
I stop,
And start,
And now I
Crawl.
But not so
This furried beast
That vows
To win
This deadly
race.
My leaden legs
No longer
Run,
And this
Nightmare beast
Has gained
The ground.
Snapping fangs
Bared wide
And sharp,
It hears the beat
Of my wild
Heart,
So loud I’m
Startled
Wide awake,
Still snug
And safe
In bed I
Lay,
And giggle
Beneath
My breath,
That silly mouse
Cavorting in my dream
Nearly scared me
Half to
death.
What does it mean when
A man looks in a mirror…
And a beast looks back
Branded the most beautiful
She stands alone, no push or
pull
Sparkling nails and eyes so
blue,
Her head held high as her
dreams come true
Rosy lips and a sculpted nose
Deafened ears that hear no
woes
Shiny frocks and golden locks
She smiles away as money
stocks
Perfection drips, truly a beauty
so rare
But unfortunately she's never
learnt to share
Finally I recover from her
trance
To discover this beauty here's
my only chance
I follow her everywhere
But what I find you wouldn't
want to hear
All the lies swept aside,
This is what alas I find
A cold stare, a cruel face,
A heart that has never known
no faith
Filthy hair and lips that lie
She's never had a reason to cry
Wrinkled hands that never
learnt to give
She forgot to love, let alone
forgive
Her eyes are just a waste of
blue,
Cause they never see the pain
others go through
A twisted mouth , a crumpled
dress,
she's got the world, but that's
still less
It's all her fault that she's all
alone,
Cause no one likes a heart
made of stone
She's an ugly beast behind a
beautiful mask,
Is she beautiful is no question
to ask.
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