Best Bitten Poems
O last withering leaf hold on to the bough
Whatever be the terror caused by the lightning
Whatever the ruthless winds may avow
Your glory lies in waiting until spring
The sun did not cross the barrier of cloud
To save you from the tyrant hands of frost
You had the gift of survival endowed
You are breathing still, all isn’t lost
Take courage, hold on, don’t let it go
The earth may prepare the hearse for you
Chilling winds may move you to and fro
The gardener aiming to pick you and throw
That may be true but, if you break in despair
My plea not consider nor my counsel care
The delicate young shoots then who will shield
From the onslaught of the fierce and cruel wind
Tightly closed, the petals warm
the autumn heart that summer lost ~
a blackened bud, once struck with cold
appears to others dead,
but burns within - a passionate soul,
and heart of bright and crimson red!
You move your body
but you can’t change your mind
To many broken bits
It’s your choice to waste your time
You wish and you want
to finally be fine
Penny for thought thinking
another glass of wine
You hide behind screens
Blinded by your bliss
Nothing could be better
Than your imagined kiss
A click and a flicker
Anticipation cloud nine
It’s just a bit of fun
You want a good time
Screen upon screen
they glow while you talk
Alien cyber moments
Clicking away the digital clock
You look at the door
While praying she’ll knock
She’s your fantasy fetish
the girl on Tik Tok
The images of sexy
Lust within the machine
You wait and you want it
the very next scene
It lives in the flickers
The bits and the bytes
Mesmerizing magic
Rising to new heights
Yet the feeling is empty
So you graduate to zoom
The need for more stimulus
The desire to consume
A watcher not a toucher
Witnessing blossoms bloom
All the while just a prisoner
There trapped in your room.
Forbidden to remember
Terrified to forget
She is bitten by September
As the rising sun sets
He sinks his teeth into her cold, lifeless flesh
As what is almost breaking is her very last breath
The agonizing fire courses angrily through her veins
She would do most anything to stop it, the anguish and the pain
She pleads for her death
They hear it in her cries
What has she ever done for this life to be lead?
The bitter truth and the bitter lies
Her steaming red blood is staining the floor
She struggles to keep her eyes even more
She tries to survive, she tries to be okay
But she won't be alive come the next day
The reason as why she is holding on is fading
The darkness is pulling her under, an undeniable waiting
Her fears don't consume her, it's the fire that is killing
She assumed that she was, but she truly wasn't willing
She thought she was stronger
She thought her heart could take it
But it won't be much longer
No, she is afraid she won't make it
Crimson red matters her hair
And what she cries out is a sin
All the others can do is stare
As she fights a battle she will most likely not win
Her breathing turns shallow
Her heart beat decreases
Her eyes are now hallow
Her heart beat seizes
Common among us may not be everything
With some love, some hate, some passion, some disdain.
But when our hearts ignite inside
To a happy memory, a simple smile,
Or when we gently tap our feet to the beats of a rhythm-
We feel that one united fire.
So I’ll never back down,
There’s always a dollar, a smile, a love that I can share
With the broken hearted,
Whose smiles are frowns for in fear they’ve been matted.
And bitten lips stand, alone
Grappling with the railings of hope,
In the midst of a crowd, in the midst of the storm
They’re the legend, what we define beyond the norm.
We all are, within ourselves, without our strengths
Flaws and all, we fall, stumble to the ground.
Hold your breath for a second, breathe,
We won’t fail this time around
Even if that spark won’t ignite,
Keep on bashing hope and love together,
Passion will erupt at the center.
To be with, to know, not to live our dreams
But to make someone else’s happen,
We are what we chose to be.
Hope, we can hope in what our creator’s started
Still we stand, one, not many, a few
Grasping to a dream we all share, knowing one day it’ll come true.
many bites
little angler ~
mosquitoes
"Gold Bitten"
delinquent minds
call the creative in
gold bitten terror bites
he thinks he’s a poet
she thinks of other things
not so equivalent
she thinks she’s a brevity
he believes he’s a harlequin
the point mute and hammered in
golden words delivered
shining against the banished burnished
flowing in the unleashed freedom
up from the depths
some kind of risen,
coldly removed, poetically bitten
unmistakably
apples rolled, stark competition
outrun, yet golden
monster
loved, and
monster driven
where did you come from beautiful?
the question derisive, velvet tones,
moss hidden
From the depths of it all,
she responds,
from the dead, risen
(LadyLabyrinth/2023)
terabyte.
"The prefix tera is derived from the Greek word for monster"...
brevity.
harlequin.
apples. ;)
Poor Frosty’s carrot had unfroze
Quite useless for a snowman’s nose
It looked such a sight
Bending to the right
Looks like a limp ‘dong' I suppose
So frosty visited his doc
Said his carrot looked like a limp ‘sock’
It’s gone soft and looks pink
Kinda looks like a shrimp
Kid’s uploaded me onto tik tok
Doc urgently gets on the case
(Limp carrot cause he cannot trace)
He’ll make a carrot crutch
Which will help him so much
Soon carrot’ll be back on his face
The carrot gets wrapped in a splint
It stiffens, Frosty thinks that’s mint
Frosty’s nose now looks ace
Firmly back on his face
Limp ‘carrot’ just use the doc’s hint
For Barry thanks for the inspiration xx
04/04/22
I awake with an unquenchable hunger
Hot bodied flesh is now all that I crave
I'm destined to be another zombie
A nightmare from beyond the grave
My appearance is beyond hideous
I walk with a wandering sluggish stroll
I am only able to make a raspy gurgle
To eat another's flesh is my ultimate goal
I walk aimlessly until I smell fresh blood
Attack mode takes over, no self control
Sinking my teeth into your sweet skin
Claiming your body and your soul
I'll be right here when you awaken
We can stroll and gurgle in sync
No more stress and life worries
For you'll no longer have to think
As you lie waiting to become a zombie
A dreadful fate that is justly unkind
Know that you will also partake
In the extinction of mankind
Cecilia Macfarlane
Nov. 1st, 2013
Boy Bitten By a Crayfish
When women seen with no powers to create
Vessel to feed male seed for generations
She could make images live and update
Both of procreation and creation.
Once drew a painting of a laughing girl
Sent to Michelangelo to review
Quickly returned the painting with a hurl
Draw on the subject of crying child anew.
She painted “Boy bitten by a crayfish”
Tear-eyed brother weeping over the cut
The sister trying much hard to appease
And make peace with great master’s guts.
This feat, noticed by artists of her time
Was placed with “Cleopatra” in prime.
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Fifth place win
in Cindy's contest
** I was inspired to write this poem by her painting BOY BITTEN BY CRAYFISH, one of her earlier painting**
There once was a lion so dread
His trainer must keep him well fed
For if this bad lion
Got hungry for Brian
Old Brian might just end up dead!
Ole Leo the lion acclaimed
Like to play the “I’m so sweet” game
Slow Brian was lulled
And his arm it was culled
Now, the zoo’s out a lion it seems!
What malevolent thing
with intrinsic sting
attacked me
a few short days ago
whose coming and going
a mystery?
Doctor says it's a bite
but it stings alright
I was laid low
Tablets, gel and a pack of ice
"keep it up" was the advice
I hobbled about the place
my leg on show
an inconvenient episode
and painful?
Very...
The perpetrator never showed!
KOKODA 1942 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5VG58ypVuE
BULLANT BITTEN OR SHOT?
Oh yes its very popular to walk the Kokoda Track,
And people by the dozen have done just bloody that,
I you were there in forty two it wasn’t as much fun,
With a hundred weight upon your back and a ten pound threeo gun,
You climbed the golden stairs knee deep in the mud,
The mountains just got higher and the mossies wanted blood,
A little pimple on your leg became an oozing ulcer,
Iodine rag screwed in the wound by some flaming vulture,
The Jap would lay in ambush so you watched the bloody bush,
And you couldn’t stop a watching and no bloody food you wuss?
Then its raining food and ammo bully beef splat up a tree,
Dog biscuits shattered breadcrumbs fill your pocket up for free,
Till they got mouldy,
You’d be alone in the jungle and you would meet a scouting Jap,
He’d fire all his bullets from his Arisaka . Crack,
Then he’d come for you with a bayonet on a rifle at hi port,
And you’d try the bayonet fighting or plonk his brisket sport?
The bloody Diaorea made you weak , no strength in your knees,
The woodpecker is buzzing taking bark off all the trees,
So your eyes are full of bark chips Joes throwing sticks at me ,
And the bulldog ants are biting what an awful place to be,
Choices bitten, shot or clubbed by friendly sticks ?
Stop jumping around you’re drawing the crabs,
Woodpecker hammers my tree,
And the bloody ants are biting,
And I can’t quite bloody see.
Don Johnson
How it was for Don Johnson 2/25th btn Kokoda New Guinea 1942
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942st...
Cowboys don’t fear the coyote,
he just yips and yowls,
But the wolf is another story,
your blood chills when he howls.
And a panther, will stalk you,
even in the dark,
And a bear, when he catches you,
will tear you clean apart.
The best thing about a snake bite,
is it kills you pretty quick,
And those “under a rock crawlies”,
their bite will make you deathly sick.
But the most vicious of the critters,
the one every Cowboy fears,
Inflicts a type of torture,
that can leave grown men in tears.
With a bite so excruciating,
it will make you wish that you were dead,
And there’s nothing more terrifying,
than when it raises it’s ugly head.
It attacks without warning,
it’s cold-hearted and just plain mean,
It considers all men prey,
and will any one that’s seen.
The suffering, is lingering,
and to this very day,
There’s no cure or medication,
that can take the pain away.
It’s just the size of a pin point,
and it don’t get much bigger,
But I’ve seen Cowboys brought to their knees,
by the savage bite, of the Chigger.