Best Serpents Poems
I filled the night’s chalice
with knots of desire,
ribbons rinsed
with watered secrets
of the snake stars
I drank the charged blue
of the soul’s sapphire,
brushed the salt-laced air
between heartbeats
named the pining patterns
of crystal lanterns
your sacred fire
and you drift beside me ~
femme fatale fantasies,
singing sweet, sepal soft odes
soothing aquatic angst
placing pink, perfumed petals
where I dream ~
promising I breathe nothing
but the pulse of paradise
untouched ~
as I slowly awaken
to the tulip tempest you’ve stirred
within me,
tongue-teasing
along your ring finger
while my nails roamed
the curves of your
contoured forearms,
learning the lion-mane lines
above your merlot veins
like redolent rain
thirsting to taste
the electrified essence
of your liquid lyrics
rushing restlessly
upon my rose-moon reveries
O, magnetic charmer
at the mercy of your
white-magic spell
even an incubus
shall hide in shame,
forgetting tricks to tempt
the timeless trinkets
awaiting to be traced ~
Oh, how I tremble
at the mere thought
of having love’s floral thunder
enthrall and excite me
in tremors of rolling silence
for I need you more than
the wanting waves
aching to
wash over the sands
I am the sighing sonnet
only the sea-wilderness
within the island
of your gaze can read ~
a mermaid mystery
marked with tides of truth…
Slither slither to and fro
A senseless pattern as you go
Reptilian fashion cold remorse
Emotionless as if a corpse
No point in loving
You have no heart
Cold hearted being
Right from the start
Swallowing prey
And love alike
Makes no difference
No teeth to bite
Serpentile demeanor
How cold you are
I loved you
Right from the start
Shame on me
Brainless fool
Manipulated by a
Reptilian tool
It's not your fault
You have no heart
I should have sensed it
From the start.
Those Slithering Serpents Of World's Hidden Abyss
Through pleasant meadows they slither and soft hiss
pushing down nubile flowers as they go
they of dark, giver of serpentine kiss,
sowers of blackest curse that hatred grows,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Lying in wait in fields of verdant grass
with long razor sharp teeth so quick to bite
seeking to inflict pain as victims pass,
secure in deceit, monsters of night,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Within deep shadows they dance, curse and play
waiting for another target to slash
full of darkness, fearful of light of day,
with blades of hate, cutting a bloody gash,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Through pleasant meadows they slither and soft hiss
pushing down nubile flowers as they go
they of dark, giver of serpentine kiss,
sowers of blackest curse that hatred grows,
a malignant force, masquerading as Light
of corruptible hearts, beasts out of sight!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-19-2020
Rhyme, ( The Dark Disciples Of World's Cancerous Decrees )
Note: A poetic summation of those people that seek to
spread misery, pain, sorrow and injure others by way
of unwarranted attacks upon unsuspecting poetic souls.
Serpents that live to injure others that they decide
to harm due to their own insecurity, hatred, and/or
ill-born and unfounded jealouses.
May God forgive, (because for now) I am fresh out of that tender fruit
myself.
( Que Dios perdone, ya que estoy recién salido de ese
tierno fruto yo mismo. )
suckled into gentle sleep
softness
finessed
understood
waves lap
cares drift
seaweed untangles
lets us be
each grain of sand fits together
creating dunes
that follow curves
nestled in sub-aquatic embrace
hearts beat effortlessly in sync
~ sirens sound asleep ~
undisturbed in undulating waters
oblivious to shipwrecks or sailors
songs sung and days work done
SERPENTS’ SOIREE
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Slinking silently, a slithering sight,
Seven silly snakes, under starlit night,
Sassy scales shimmering, shining so bright,
Sipped sweet scotch, subtle, smooth, and smokey,
Seeking to score and swap silly stories.
Magic
advice on
keeping her temper
sees Alice experimenting with
mushrooms
The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in their flight
with urges to run in thick of night
lounging with the pack on a hill
neath the moon silent and still
The forest with all her rookery
cast eyes below to the pack they see
the cold crypt of the earth below
blood covered in splays of snow
pale ice rugs flow on ground and rocks
as the pack do run seeking the flocks
the burrow of the white wolf and her pups
upon her milk the fledgling sups
the shiver of their meal in deathly gore
lying torn apart on the forest floor
the sinuous beauty of their agility
of taking prey down with ability
The dominate male and alpha mate
are always first in hunger to slate
how many priests have nature of pack
are hidden in darkness and innocence lack
looking for victims the prey that they stalk
in secret places the plans of it talk
Religion that is false will slaughter the sheep
to not be it’s prey the truth you must keep
her princes are wolves ravening prey
the word of the truth they seek to stay
they would come clothed in appearance of light
but within the gown is blackness of night
With a flood of lies He seeks to deceive
and devour the hearts of those who believe
The serpent lays in the den of his mate
The Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great
Ez 22:27 Zeph 3:2-4 Matt 7:15-16
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
little red fox on the demon box...she devours the grapes of wrath
i follow her down straight into hell...on perditions winding warpath
greed like gas pouring fuel to the fire...living the nightmare dream
her screams are erotic and wildly robotic...miswired on a misled street
night into day and day into night...eternitys eyes turn black
flat on my back she's on the attack...long gone like the flowers of spring
sad solution...pollution...inviting intrusion...she's strong like a barbaric queen
she's a master,a monster,a vixon,a viper
venom it flows through my veins...pleasure and pain
i die from the serpents sting
i run like a rabbit with a deadly drug habit...i'm selling my soul like a fiend
double minded and blinded my thoughts are unwinding...like a mountain of misery
suicide static on full automatic...machine gun madness unseen
unloading the clips on fools that will slip on flip sides of reality
invisible idols that bring raw revival...they worship the tall toxic trees
the birds eat my flesh and the bees drink my blood
i die from the serpents sting
nuclear nations don't need invitations...they come on the bomblasts breeze
like lunatic lepers,hookers and hellions...living only to spread their disease
i look through the window i see angels and halos and demons of dirty dark deeds
ignite the infernos like crooks in casinos and cops that make love at crime scenes
where the metal meets the meat and blood flows through the beats
where freedom rings and slavery sings...
a blood red moon is on the rise...prophets of doom now compromise
fangs sink deep in the x-rated heat
i die from the serpents sting
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War is like a battle of serpents
evil slithering from all directions
Poison comes from their fangs
in the form of bombs and artillery
The snakes surround and strangle
like tanks in the middle of the night
But can you see them, smell them
as they cause death and destruction
Multi-colored and camouflaged
they seek to kill and maim
So let me take this sword and dagger
and cut off the two headed snakes
Let them bleed out
so freedom can reign
So these bruises you left still linger here, confused and bitter, hovering fear, trusting sincerity whispered in my ear.
But it’s me that believed truths that were lies, the painted picture of an imaginary life, insinuations of darkness changed to light.
When will I ever know what to believe, when promised integrity is blatantly deceived, and nobility is slowly but surely grieved?
It’s a mystical abstraction in an ordinary world, reality broken but still moving forward, leaving casualties and pain fiercely ignored.
So I look to myself and play the same blame game, iniquitous words like bullets wound my brain, singeing my spirit with an everlasting flame.
While you just move on to the next helpless flower, a blameless soul to disintegrate and devour, with your egotistical counterfeit power.
With wounds still smoldering in this make believe war, protection the only answer to aching scars, living the solution behind life’s perpetual bars.
So my soul will just stay here where it’s safe and sound; ignoring the voices of the serpents that surround, forever in eternity my heart despairingly to be found.
Oh death where is thy Sting
who rulest over mankinds being
controls the grave a perfect Son
who resurrection for us won
Thou takest every man on earth
with sin which destroys us on our birth
whose reign held sway from Adams time
only one escape from this family line
For perfect Love is as strong as death
and Jesus life will regain us breath
will empty out he mankinds grave
from the sting of death he will us save
Within that time we'll see to choose
to keep our lives or to death lose
the first judgment has not yet come
where the bands of death will be undone
The keys of death to him God gave
from tombs and crypts will mankind raise
a resurrection to judgment or life
those who have done good or practiced strife
The serpent brought about this sting
and Adams fall dids't death to bring
every man in death does dwell
the common grave in error called Hell
Of the serpents poison we all drink
no afterlife of hell or heaven as many think
there is no life within the grave
eternal soul was lost when death God gave
When Jesus opens mankinds tombs
within that day our judgment looms
to him the Father gave power over life
and rule with him will be his wife..
source Gen 2-3 Song of Solomon 8:6
Ecc.9:4-6 1Cor 15:53-58 Rev 1:18
Rev 21:4
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
Everything but Josh
What is mission?
Hospitals everywhere
That how I get scared?
Let mayhem float away
Accept it? Good as dead!
One night, in the famous Amazon Rainforest
held its first “Mr. or Miss Venomous Quest,”
Goals of the search were for entertainment and fun
catered to all diurnal brutes who’re sad without the sun.
Nocturnal animals hosted an amusement battle
where the chosen team-representatives will wrestle,
They put up a wrestling ring under an oak tree
for all spectators could clearly view or see.
Invited judges were two birds from the west
who’ve the biggest eyes among the animals in the forest
They were Mr. and Mrs. Owls of Nocturnal Village
who married after one of them took advantage.
Loud cheers filled the air during that night
Judges’ wide eyes were as bright as the moonlight
Before the serpent has been bitten by the scorpion,
Strangled by her pinchers, she was declared champion!
slithering, creeping, shuttering terror
serpent grovels along the dust of earth
forked tongue hisses, taunting and twisting
is there smoke as nostrils flare?
is he something to beware?
followed by scorpion, sharp edged spite
stinger rises, poisonous venom hot!
daring a challenge, zig zag striking!
watch your feet is this the devil’s plot?
owl in the sky stretches its wings
caresses air above the cursed ground
screeching, taunting, threatening
for it wells knows
one snap of its powerful beak
its death gripping talons
will extinguish
both serpent and scorpion
below.
Senryu Series
~seasonal serpents
slither in unsalted seas…
reasons unseasoned
~serpent, psychosis
permeate unsalted seas…
carnal enmity
~emotion’s ocean
many reasons unseasoned…
thoughts expendable
For and in Honor of Brian Strand
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