Best Asps Poems
ASP OF GRIEF
She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She holds her abdomen in her arms - his son.
with lunar belly...
the shape of her husband’s seed
...a fateful eclipse
The pit with its bone-chilling cold, hisses with hatchlings,
dreaming of spoiled seeds and seas with a vortex,
coiling around ships. A queen’s lips burn red, yearning for her king.
An abandoned wreck will not lay eyes upon his baby’s sex.
insanity’s kiss...
eyes burn with crimson lipstick
...unrepentant flames
She plays with sticks and desire, enticing asps of despair —
gorges with vampiric teeth. She embraces their mock
and likewise teases, beckons and pleads for death so fair.
Like a breeze about her ankles snakes snip her royal purple frock.
entanglement frays...
dyed purple threads unravel
...rigor mortis strikes
His candle ensign in the dark, a resurrected hero of vanity.
The light flickers with feet in the sand, footprints at lover’s leap.
His profile in death’s shadow, his purple passion of insanity —
laughter litters this carnivorous cave where ashes of dust heap.
alluring ashes...
Salome’s serpentine dance
...Cleopatra’s veils
The sound of a knife being sharpened, his sword with venom drawn,
leaps upon his self-righteous chest, a single blade’s deep penetration.
No handsomer lover, thighs of steel, tanned and craven brawn.
He lost his rapturous beauty bright and fleeting, weeds of veneration.
bilious-amber
mixes with his crimson blade
— a suicide pact
4/28/2018
Categories:
asps, beauty, death, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
Aspiration
Antoine had crashed once again when tempting the desert
Freedom fighter laureate poet daredevil testing the call of
~ Poisonous Times ~
A mysterious man and rebellious philosopher with script on his
tongue ink on soft paper Rose in his heart and yearning for
~ Cleopatra’s Eyes ~
A snake of fertile creation and healing never far from his pen
Aesculapius in coil had mutated to SS wound around torches’
~ Venomous Bite ~
Aspides’s toxic fangs a spitting image of denial with thick scales
covering eyes of horned vipers hiding or shielding from attack
~ Dependent on Choice ~
The piloting scribe aspired towards kind compassionate words
As the elephant was swallowed by a boa constrictor clothed in a sad
~ Hatter’s Distortion ~
Antoine got killed on reconnaissance’s flight over France shot down or
by just letting go of throttle and misery but the Little Prince and his
~ Wisdom Remains ~
Avoiding slithering hisses in what remains of paradise an auspice
of sloughing what needs to be shed emerged from warrior’s asps in
~ Blossoming Hope ~
When threatened by serpent’s pitiless pits with no parachute attached
Peace can be found and acrimonious asperity relieved one small step in
~ Narration and Truth ~
29th April 2018
Categories:
asps, hope,
Form:
Free verse
IF LOOKS COULD KILL
My dearest darling delectable Medusa
I was wearing dark glasses on the day we first met
You wanted your hair done, but it was no use-a
as venomous snakes should be treated by a vet!
It was obvious that you’d once been so pretty
But you’d been cursed by that wicked Athena
Then been banished from town and the city
Your beauty gone; Athena couldn’t have been meaner!
I love to caress your angel like wings
As writhing asps kiss your hideous ears
You’re the one who pulls at my heartstrings
I’ll be your love throughout our twilight years
One look from you can turn men to stone
I wear dark glasses so it doesn’t affect me
My love for you has blossomed and grown
We’ll be together forever for eternity
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3/24/18
Categories:
asps, fantasy, humorous, love, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
The bitterness brims and bubbles away
As the heart that once felt love over-spills.
Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay
Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills.
As the heart that once felt love over-spills
Venomous asps bite down on softest flesh.
Betrayal hurts more, as vengeance distills
The surface punctures are now simply etched.
Venomous asps bite down on softest flesh
Deception manifests into such hate.
The surface punctures are now simply etched
Veins filled with poison, it's maybe too late.
Deception manifests into such hate
No antidote, only suffering pride.
Veins filled with poison, it maybe too late
Fighting the toxin that's built up inside.
No antidote, only suffering pride
Water disperses as, bloods thickening.
Fighting the toxin that's built up inside
So lay down and die, or wake up and win.
Water disperses as, bloods thickening
Leaving only burnt ashes left to stay.
Don’t lay down and die, just wake up and win
As bitterness brims and bubbles away.
Categories:
asps, corruption, emotions, jealousy,
Form:
Pantoum
There could be rats and snakes hiding in here.
Yes, I am talking about asps and cobras, big ones.
Hiding under the bed, no, not in my head, under my bed.
Okay, what about way back there, in the darkest corner?
Did you check out THAT corner? My voice is rising. I hear it crack.
Better take my flashlight and look hard this time. No, not in my head.
Under my bed.
Well, no the rat would not be. He is hiding in the closet.
A big gray monster with that hideously ugly pink rat tail.
He is probably under that pile of clothes. Not that pile, the other pile.
It might take you awhile to find him. He’s really sneaky.
Probably eating my new jacket.
Can you read me another story while you are here and can I have
two more cookies? What about a drink of water? I am thirsty.
And I have to go to the bathroom again. No, don’t leave, yet.
If you do, I am a goner. Please leave the flashlight, PLEASE!
Categories:
asps, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Once again I'm captivated as I look into her eyes
It's the way she allures me wearing just a smile
Wishing, I'm wishing for my hands to soon apply
Her palm raised I now know to await just a while
Soon I'm drawn in again upon viewing her thighs
Slowly towards me she walks, gravity now seen
My mind sees our future imaging our next scene
Slowly dancing naked so close but I can't reach
Taunting teasing pleasing poses engross my orbs
Languages of us yet there's no words of speech
Caressing her undulations soon to me absorbed
Soft tanned porcelain skin ripened like a peach
Close to me she's now, her scents sensed, sigh
My tongue secretly asps for my heart can't deny
Gestured outstretched hands, shapely hips met
Curvaceous lines of she addressed by my touch
Upon my lap she sits, I'm hungered wanting whet
Internal gears are turning amidst my driving clutch
Beating hearts soon to touch, adjoining we're set
Silken sheets now welcome adorned by loving two
Tomorrow night it's my turn, I'll stand in front of you
Dedicated to 'Olive Eloisa Guillermo' whom has my heart xx
Categories:
asps, baptism, beautiful, future, passion,
Form:
Ottava rima
He said he would prosper
If he lived that long.
Meanwhile, life happened
Passing like a freight train.
The years, the dusty years:
They rolled and rolled.
To some event not planned.
Water in the summer, ice in the winter
Was the way the world rolled.
Sometimes it seemed as if
Only a pauper could live the life
unimpeded.
Rest was torn from the room
Like old and faded wallpaper.
There was an erstwhile event
Unfolding like origami.
Nevertheless, nature spoke
And everyone listened.
When their turn came
People stood at attention
And took their pay.
The military was no help at all.
Even guns became mute as asps.
Thus we see that everlasting is a real
fidelity.
Brides give over their hands
To a ring of gold.
The gold will not tarnish,
But earth will eat it.
Noon turns to dusk
Like a drunken sailor--
staggering.
Time is short in this place,
This place of fine crystal,
All clear, transparent, bejeweled.
She is decked out in finery,
No fool would scorn her.
No sailor would pass her
unnoticed.
Categories:
asps, metaphor, time,
Form:
Free verse
That look in her eyes
hungered desire ignites she
naked to bare I
slowly her tongue asps, tasting
proud, I'm bitten, lips licking
.
Categories:
asps, emotions, for her, for
Form:
Tanka
Neighbours hadn’t seen Johnny since his beloved wife’s funeral
Even then, no one thought to check if the old man was okay
Gasps of horror were heard when his body was discovered
Limply hanging from the rafters of his bedroom ceiling
Even the post piling up in the porch hadn’t alerted anyone
Clasped in his hands a picture of his darling wife and a cell phone….
The last number he had dialled was the Samaritans
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Categories:
asps, heartbroken, i miss you,
Form:
Acrostic
The truth of their own beholder. There is none in him in their golden deceit Retreating into their cycloptic gland the apple of their eye Discordia. the age of the bewildered beliefs off their rails of the reality tunnels Truly a crazy train to avoid the truth by division creating endless tunnels of dystopia The unapologetic of their own heresies Blacks smiths of the ancient psyops Bring back the out cast of their own makings whether swinging in Jung's jungle tuning into Leary's leery lyre Blavatsky blatant blasts Freud's fairest fraud wanton Anton's or Crowley's unreality. All are like Dionysus genetic cupboards perception pills. The altered states of discontentment crossing wires in their twisted hannibal codex.Cybernetics new captain of trans humanism still shrugging the world off their shoulders for the evil that they perceive into an atlas of chaos with quasi- motto ringing bells for their Franken-design. Their upside down stairways leading to the stagnant light of a cracked door a vultured eye absinthe. To get over their guilt of their own law do what thou wilt assuming that their conscience are not defiled and all the while they are searingly beguiled The truth is is is the Truth the absolute. Lies lies lies prowl around in hooded greys propagandist of the endless mazes. Lighting false fires of the Prometheus blaze hissing asps of the doubled tongue setting their own world on fire. Like the orange clock work of the Georgia guide stones. The meth wine of the undivine with nobody to come only a desire to go. But....
Categories:
asps, allegory, dark, death, evil,
Form:
Free verse
The Elect Lady
~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven in earth hath
become hell as woman scorn. The poison
of asps drips forth of her tongue…her honeycomb
hath dried…
Life sourest as wine gone foul of sweet fermenting.
Amiss of love, a strong delusion of her was chosen, ere
her love of truth. Loose the yoke, chaotic,
psychosis, Pharaoh let her people go.”~
For and in Honor of Wandering Butterfly
And Contest: Romeo and Juliet; How tragic is Love
Categories:
asps, allegory
Form:
Blank verse
One set of footprints in the sand
Perhaps someday we all will understand
With both surf & overhead sun
A hand to hold having shelter to protect from all harm
The shelter amidst a storm we run
Having one set of footprints in the sand
Each of us will choose our own destiny understand
With hand to hold its vested energy exposed
One set of footprints in the sand
Shattered glass extending into solemn pier
While then overhead seagulls flying throughout the air then disappear
I had shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
With moments like these filled up in solace then to refrain
Ever present laughter amidst the inner turmoil & pain
One set of footprints in the sand
Child of nature the son of man
One set of footprints in the sand
Hoping someday all will understand
In dire search for want beneathe the tide in discontent
Many as of late our already late on their rent
The economy in trouble & Obama not even making a dent?
In cloven asps filled with tears
In life it often pays to switch gears
To suck it up & swallow your inner fears
We all long for something yet what?
Through the years amidst all pain & tears
One makes you want to even throw up,
In sadness fought against the window pane
As shallow tempers having elapsed with fear insane!
Categories:
asps, black african american, brother,
Form:
Free verse
WHERE IS ROMEO, WHERE IS JULIET
WAS THEIR LOVE, THEIR DEATH; A FORSHADOWING OF ARTS END
THE POSIONOUS ASPS WE NOW FLAUNT, IN LOVES DISSEMINATION
AN ARTISTIC CREATION?
IT'S SONNET TITLE{:}
THE ROAD PAVED, OUR CHILDREN'S HEART'S; PIERCED IN THE OBJECTIFICATION OF SORROW{S}. THEIR EYES, THEIR EARS, THEIR BODIES, THEIR HEART'S. DEVOID OF THE FRALITY; OF LOVE IN LIFE OR ART .............x
baby blue bk
aka: the gentleman pirate
Categories:
asps, art,
Form:
Sonnet
How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations source
entice others to follow their course
The incantation of the winged ones spoken
and soothsayers their fortunes do tell
In rites of passage the truth be broken
to absolve your sins priest craft bespell
They use ceremony in feigned ritual
they revile God and shake their chains
and demon poisoned is their victual
what is left is death in human remains
They claim with God to fellowship
necromancy and sorcery upon their lip
but what is taught does make man slip
conjuration by demons do augurs equip
The readers of omens and seers arts
Babylon the Great Harlot of Mystery
designed to destroy any purity in hearts
blood soaked debauchery is your history
Off key they sing a song of deception
to cloud mankind in his perception
artful device with the lies conception
contaminated minds with asps infection
To breath his air is foul beyond belief
Jesus who leads the way must you show
must partake the bread of life to get relief
so that the true God you may know
Favor is for those who truly seek your face
walk away from shadow into your light
contemn praise from man look only to your grace
desire clarity and vision within true sight
To seek your paths do I delight
into the day and splendor of the dawn
to the Laws of Love Jesus taught the right
it is a privilege to sing your song
sources Deuteronomy 18:9-12
IIChronicles 33:1-7
Romans 1:20-32 Apocalypse 9:1
chapters 17 and 18 Micah 5:12 Acts 8:9
Acts 16:16 Danial 2:27
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
asps, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness,
Form:
Rhyme
only things grown in the ground remain
but mismatched without the hand of man
see that they dodge beautiful
their languishing longitudinal vegetable bodies
never suffer fracture the stems with fruits
and their armor and weapons, bark and branches
trees
no, I didn't think our past was decent
humans
if you ask me about those days of debauchery
we were building ourselves up like the men we now are
with wars and ironworks asps vertices vortices cusps
and it was discovered that it is easy to be reborn another
improvement is advisable
there is only one exit after a wall called brain
then the field we learned to cultivate
now this is what we are having mastered cultivation
homunculi like scattered tares sprouting without end
the power of some being the downfall of others
history built with annihilations
and then the progress
the home appliances
microwave TV freezer wire and electricity
then bytes and bits
now nanoeverything
tomorrow AI and nothing more.
Categories:
asps, analogy, future,
Form:
Free verse