Best Flays Poems
PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets
APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery frog
beside a silent somber bog
The Flame, a ripple, all alone
alit on leaves where birds had flown
The aching twigs began to moan
A rising breeze began to groan
The Flame arrayed an ancient oak
with torrid tongues and veils of smoke
A beaver bailed, the dam had broke
The leery frog soon ceased to croak
The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,
consuming crowns with utmost care
A crazed coyote fled her lair,
left in the lurch bewildered bear
The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,
enkindled cats and caribou
Remaining... not a residue,
as reeking vapors bade adieu
The Flame revealed her strength unshackled
Flora, fauna crisped and crackled
Fire Witches clucked and cackled
One more forest stripped, then hackled
EPILOGUE
The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there
Bubbles out the cloudy bong,
torpid girl, sings happy song,
Drug addiction, fells the fair,
flays the soul, with flaxen hair
Fiery liquid, bubbles on,
spoon’s dreams, blossom on
Absent friends, no help to find,
all now busy, with daily grind
In the night, when rain swift falls,
a friendly angel, stops and calls
Her darling hand and blossomed hair,
searches father in despair
Alas his searching comes too late,
and angels guided to her fate.
Rests the blossoms on her grave,
mischievous, rain bubbles, blithely wave
And here’s a life that spoke no ill;
needle’s death, so cruelly kill.
Written 30/03/2015 for "Blossoms and Bubbles" contest.
Having read the news as we continue our life's displays
It's similar news to them, when our parents were young
It's towards sad to tragic as we just don't seem to learn
What do we bring to the table, what do us humans yearn
Beirut, Syria, whether deliberation, or accident prone?
It's similar news to them, when our parents were young
Famine, floods, fighting, bloods, all on today's phones
Just what have we learnt from the tips of our tongues
Will we keep reading the news as continuous life flays
It's now similar news to us, we've not learnt when young
We're towards sad to tragic as our learning's lost it's turn
What do we bring to the table, what do us humans yearn
I wait for you to come with open arms,
for pain that flays and sears me will not cease
though once I feared you, now I see your charms
I long to enter rest and sleep in peace
For you are nothing but a placid state
devoid of feelings and of lucid thought
where pain and heartache do not carry weight
and cravings and ambitions tarry not
You promise me a tranquil, fond embrace
I will not pull away from proffered kiss,
for tears have never ceased to bathe my face
to be relieved of anguish equals bliss
I wait with baited breath; do not delay
Oh, Death, it is for you I kneel to pray
For Craig Cornish's Death Contest
November 5, 2017
The conflict that I’ll never let you see
Is one that rages here inside of me
I face the day and smile away the pain
Yet deep inside these doubts drive me insane
I strive to show a strength I know I lack
For none must know my soul’s under attack
The monster is within and not without
To end my life is what he’s all about
My failures he recounts with vicious glee
To prove that there is nothing good in me
I shiver when I hear his venomed hiss
That tells me I’ll not taste of heaven’s bliss
He flays my sense of worth; I’m left to bleed
I writhe in anguish, longing to be freed
Each day, a battle’s fought inside my mind
I wonder if I’ll find my peace of mind
And so I fight these waves to reach the shore
Where tempests of my fear will scream no more
And yet my soul is sinking in despair
If God exists, I wonder, does He care?
A prayer bursts from my lips, a desperate plea
“Oh God, you know this storm inside of me
Reach out your hand and pull me from this wave
Please intervene and save me from the grave!”
A sweet and gentle calmness fills my soul
As I let go and give Him full control
I feel my soul revive and conflict cease
For in my heart now reigns the Prince of Peace.
Eileen Ghali
Such a romantic soul am I
But I live my life in limbo
As time flays by
Each day one step further
To the grave
Cursed by loneliness
Void of love I so need and crave.
It hurts so much when I am in town
With so many women and couples around
Everyone seems to have someone but me
I am just another face in the crowd
That no one really sees
For I am invisible don't seem to measure up
Although I try to friendly and kind it's never good enough.
Everywhere I look sex is in my face
But I need so much more a tender touch
And warm embrace
It can't be normal to not be touched
Or wanted by another human being
Loneliness took me to some dark places
I rather not have been.
I don't want to die alone
And be discovered dead in my bed
With fly's at the window pain
My heart feels like it's kicked like a football
My loneliness is killing me
And almost drove me insane.
Never truly loved never missed
No flowers or mourners at my funeral
I'll soon be dust and nothing at all.
But all I ever wanted was a wife and a child
I drink till I'm drunk to ease the pain
Each day I live a nightmare
I cannot change.
Peter Dome,Copyright.2015. May.
Oh, how I come alive in pleasured zone
when passion sears my flesh, flays to bone
Euphoria soars then bursts in rainbowed hue
the universe is made of me and you
your fingers scorch me in their blazing flame
You set each longing free: unchaste, untame
to dominate, you tie my every dream
then give and get your pleasure in extreme
we're bonded in the essence of desire
no other thought but how to quench the fire
Surrender brings release from frenzied pace
I see the glow of love here on your face
They say that heaven waits for those who love
When I'm with you I'm taken up above
Eileen Manassian
Here shareholders and directors clash
Each eager to excoriate rival's flesh
They do not allow resolution to psas
And things come to a horrible impasse
Unionists hurl puzzling queries
On vexing issues each member varies
'Oust that director finance' someone shouts
At hat's throw, the house, protocol flouts
Some pedants and professors seize the mike
And boringly lecture as long as they like
A bolt from the blue query blindslides the chairman
Someone flays management's fawning fan
At length the outcome is zero
The hunt ends searching a new hero
I could remember seeing a smile so radiant
With beauty so serene and exquisite the scene
She ain't righteous but she's quite virtuous
Manners like that of a saint
Voice so faint
With eyes that paint the flays of beauty
And then i wonder, is this for real?
The message is sent to all men
And their spirits are awakened
But a beauty so perfect with perfection still perfect
Meant for a man to calm her mind
Graciously flowing with the tide of the wind
What a beauty she is.
Gazing,
Greek letters display of curious origin.
Impregnation skin softly writhing aware letters
Sea
Alpha, Omicron, Tau, Psi, Mu, Rho, pass through all the rest and each other figure 8
Jangling in strange confronting orbits
Gossamer skin flays, the letters
Pulsing, transforming, letter of many letters, blur into the naked moment
Peeling, ghostly skins of finest rice paper move in snapshots.
Antique movie projectors of the future in gleaming metal dimensions provide the beam of data.
Clear butterfly wing skins, of most delicate light composition drift away on sighing notes.
Northerly pinned eyes of cartoon snakes circle round their primitive crayon bodies, snakes scattered, handfuls of straw.
Ivy sneaks, moving snakelike, twisting embrace of delicate moving entwining, tiniest crimson leaves wave and cavort.
I brush them with my hand, a sigh, a shudder.
Rippling passes, a pleasant tremor of metaphysical nostalgia, exhaling-inhaling, large-small eyes go in tremulous quark orbits of no time.
Letters-Snakes-Ivy,
Changing, blue hues pass into yellow moons of eclipsing black-hole pupils.
It is another,another, another, another-another, other, forgetting-remembering, passing, fading, rebounding, incoming, trailing away…
Exultation of indistinct revelation.
Looking, hidden information lurks in creeping shadows that run when thought over.
Forearm falling trapeze into screaming meters, Terror/Enthronement beep rapidly, hyper strobes paralyzed awe droning to absurd levels.
Genie teleporting snapshots poof like insane santas blasting through never-ending chimney floors.
Cessation, Self, Other, Break, Form, Mystery, Spin
Only can appear if vanished first, no first can be found, cannot appear to vanish. Not vanishing, so never appearing.
I am back to myself, gazing at the arm. The arm, the letters, the snakes, the ivy do not contain the thing to know, they are.
I can only follow and behold.
Tansy Roekaerts
12:35 AM (12 hours ago)
Mirage
With eyes as parched as the desert I travel,
I thirst for my loss, yet do not unravel.
The sun it scorches with merciless rays,
Though heart not skin it brutally flays.
My life before me: a vast expanse,
Empty and scorched infernal sands.
Traveller dropped in foreign terrain,
Totally wrecked, blindsided by pain.
‘Not all is lost’, swears false apostle,
So now I believe, for relief so colossal
Gleams right ahead in sparkling silver,
Joy so intense, my tears form a river:
Our faces awash, in joy so sublime,
I feel such hope, imagining what's mine
Returning to me. That long cool sip
Shimmers ahead, into relief I'll dip
A desire so great. I count the days,
Striving to reach that scintillating haze,
So full of promise, till deceived I fall -
Nature lies too. Still their names I call.
Fox glove tangos with the evening winds
My little Nicole had grown
What cradle doth she now lay without fatherly kiss?
How is my fairest one now turned a mist that hast flown?
It grieves to sing lullabies to her doll
The muse grants me expressions in vain
Doth heaven sparkle without family on its Beulah soil?
Surely my moppet shall cloud heaven's skies with dark pain.
Books of fairytales, rocking chair, pink unicorn
Touch I with so feeble fingers that could not keep sleep away
Cosy cradle, music box, cardboard painting of me with crayon
Flays every joyous reason on this plain to abide a day.
I shall pluck my strings as I tell the stars
How beautiful they shine to guide memories to my head
The chiming clock shall number my deepest scars
With melodies that draws the weary pilgrim's feet to the end.
Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul
The days eviceration about to unfold
Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake
And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"
Will you hide behind fortress of opiate walls
Do you muster your strength, do you answer the call
The Beast sallies forth, to gnaw on your bones
And you feel your heart flutter, arythmical tones
The Dragon comes hard plunging straight to the quick
You lie there a quivver, your vessel so sick
Your hands fumble blindly for vitreous pill
Will it's weird grace you health, will it's ire turn and kill
You draw crystal daggar, plunge it deep to the hilt
Its potent elixer no drop to be spilt
The Beast flays you liver, you mouth silent sighs
And your throat, without will, cries the smallest of cries
"Oh my God share your mettle" your prayers rise above
And He comes down and kisses your wounds with his love
The Beast vents it's fury, apoplectic with rage
For you both know it's victim has just turned the page
Still the Beast is not finished, your temple to wreck
And he slides up your back and crawls onto your neck
He pummels your skull, sodomizes your brain
His claws scourge your eyes and they bleed steely pain
His feet rake your gullet, your vomitus vent
You fall to your knees, all lifes oxygen spent
But your lance has struck true, and the toxin well laid
You know that this vile demon soon will be slayed
He howls out in anguish, and hides from your light
He slinks from your presence, flees from your might
You have spit in his eye, pissed and shat in his nest
Castrated the Golgoth, shrugged off his best
So you rise to your height, wipe the bile from your chin
And your lips they invoke the subtlest grin
For the Love of your God, companions and kin
Have made legion your forces, the beast can not win.
Your mind feels the grace that your faith doth supply
And you know to your core THIS MONSTER WILL DIE.
Grace and hope to us all
Walter
Hep C 30+ yrs, 2 wks post 24 wk tx, BMS 790052 eRVR
Yellow rays reflect golden
sparkle into air,
Glitter into eyes, heat that we
yearned soothens,
Here comes the sun!!
Frozen blood melts and
numbness flays,
Haziness in sky flees and
evenings lengthen,
Hibernation of all life is over!
Yellow mustard stands high In
fields,
Sunflower turns and vows head
to sun,
Each life reverberates sunshine!
Wintery winds are near to
conquer,
Radiant cheerfulness subdues
cold,
Here comes the sun !!
Written on 10/2/14
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Each day I suck, on a Whiskey jug
As my life also, does suck on me
My worth on earth about as much
As my piss is, to the sea
Inside this swashing jug, a raging sea
Sets me adrift atop a cresting wave
Then pulls me under to such depths
That my soul, I can no longer save
With each gulp I stir the bowels
Arouse the sediment and silt
And as it settles I hope it hides
Or at least, obscures my gilt
Every mouthful flays my throat
Like waves they break unto the rocks
Smashing, spraying, then dissipating
While the Devil stands and mocks
I drink until my mind goes blank
Then plunge into the floor
At last a drunken blissful peace
Until, I wake once more
So as I lay here on this deck
Inebriated, dying in this flask
I think of you and what we had
If your forgiveness, I could only ask
BOEMS by JA 614