Best Bast Poems

A foundling's spurn, like fate's adjourn
that fills its being, with return
of life - thy will, be Godly yearn,
nor destitute, like drafting, stern.

To understand more, than...

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We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding...

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"The Black Habit"



Bast never rests
claws sharp as scissors

The Black Habit
no natural skin

torn to shreds
with a cream filled kiss 

Legs wrapped around a velvet lick
Perfume purrs...

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Tom Thumb, with split ears and abscess,
came to us on an autumn night.
A feline atlas with alley hard shoulders,
but a calm, cool warrior nonetheless.
Named for...

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Remember the days of the past 
When we felt safe and we felt dear, 
Longing, hoping such times would last?

In our youth, we would run...

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A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a...

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Bestowed bereavement, this condolence graft,
the memorabilia sequence, mine not draft
like some ongoing virtue, depth not classed,
forever love relinquish at the pass
the merriment not, but laughing,...

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The uniform on the floor was to be washed, dried then ironed but the scones that the pig ate meant that a walk to some...

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Short of help, but still of staff
the headache from the neck does last
the evenness of time in cache
lies dormant, so disbursed, abashed!

Though waiting, justice is...

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Broken Mind

Yes I am going insane, my mind is shattering like glass, my voices fight like every day and my thoughts are racing fast, I’m...

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The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn.
Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on.
Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was...

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Uncertainty breeding tolerance or default
that openness forever I exalt
my weakness, as new weakness, not assault,
would execute new justice by strength's lack?

So bridging some infirmity, take...

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Parting my curtains that bright sunny morning
I took in the garden, my mood took a hit
My facial twitch surfaced again without warning
My lawn had acquired...

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Bathe me then bring me home
to that inner sanctum,
rigid and strong,
where Bast is known to rest

in the purest of scents
of woman, 
protecting sanctity 
and the...

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i sit back, and watch my life unravel, the only sound is, my feet on the gravel, my mind is so sharp, as sharp as...

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