Best Skinning Poems
A little tale about the real me
twisted all inside as can be
the visions of the end
is all i see
F.T.W. setting my self free
waking up with the thought
i survived.
"SURVIVED!" another dream
holding my head under water
no one can hear my screams
cursing each and everyone
for this demon has won
taking over my soul
ripping out all my sanity
reliving over and over
the day i took my own life
my own hell is more than an element of a dream
slicing my most deepest vain, with the dullest knife
a fear so dark lashing out a terrorized scream
reality, to sanity, losing my main brain
a deep dark fear lurking, red blood stain
creeping up a MOSH caught in the way
F.T.W. we are all to blame
inside I dread the day of my rebirth
shout my guts into space for I have faced
to slow down the beast with a potent power of radiation
a frame out demon skinning the philosophy you once new
an evil more than vile, a poison worst than sin
motivating his way in to my voyage of my on tormented life
a DEMON dust from Neptune possessing me its rings
never to think in my wildest observation
I would encounter my own depths of a zero pointless energy
giving to my by the lighted gravity of humane
restricted on the eyes, for the ones who do not wish to see
a trance faster than the speed of light
ending myself to a forever night
fighting with them who reject to see a demon so twisted
dropped from the cosmos of realistic
no one wanting to acknowledge the relativistic way
that time travel out*** and Demons travel in***
lost forever in this rotten being
making me shout out loud to he
who knows my name
dealing with the devils Darkest Poet
in a Dark Poets game
-contest-
just a dream soupppppers lol. : )
Categories:
skinning, imaginationdark, dark, day, fear,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
So you thought you were the stuff, ruff, tuff couldn't get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there's a hitch, it's a straight *****, you run into a glitch, so you switch, turn counterfeit, writing bad checks, wearing a Bolex, even try to sell sex, loose all respect. Now with your new found friends, smoking lots of dope, drinking expensive gin. Hanging, slanging, even start banging, falling deeper into sin, knowing, you can either get dead or wind up in the pen, but you don't give in.
Still hanging tuff, life calls your bluff, wind up in handcuffs, turn into a creampuff. Don't know how you came through, go back to being the same old you, find yourself in another bind cause you're not paying attention to the warning signs, you keep jiving and conniving, walking a very thin line. You continue to kick it on up, run out of luck, spent your last buck, and you are stuck like Chuck. Want to turn the page but you've become a slave, all that mess is no longer fun, say I'm going to change, easier said than done.
Now you are geeking, tweeking don't know what you're seeking. Skinning, grinning, always loosing never winning. So you take a good look, you can see you've been hooked. So tired of feeling depraved, where will it end... In the grave SLAVE... Then you hear the voice of change, which you ignore, again you score, find your self back on the floor, can't take it any more.
So you look to the sky, ask Lord, why me. Because you are your best friend and your worst enemy. This is why you have a Saviour to set you free. Finally, you start to wake up, to listen at last, cause you have found, a hard head, will make a soft ass. In order to live right, you must fight the good fight and you won't be devoured by The Jaws Of Life. So the next time you hear that voice in your head but you do what you want instead, then find your self falling and falling, STOP STONEWALLING, IT'S GOD CALLING.
Categories:
skinning, best friend, cheer up,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Saturday afternoon with a few moments to kill
Took a ride by the park up on Dutch Hill
My mind went back to a time and place
When I wore a little boy’s smile on my face
So much had changed since those innocent days
I drifted back through the years where a child plays
I played in the sandbox and rode the swing
Climbed the monkey bars in the Early Spring
I remembered church picnics and being there after dark
Playing cowboys and Indians with my friends in the park
We rode the sliding board and climbed in the trees
Spraining our ankles and skinning our knees
Sometimes we gazed at the stars while we lied on the ground
Or tried to see how fast we could push the merry go round
We learned from each other as we grew up back then
And drifted apart as we became women and men
We played from sun up until it was dark
The best years of our lives were spent at the park
Categories:
skinning, childhood, nostalgia, places
Form:
Narrative
The base camp was my youth
I stood alone, ill-equipped, looking up.
The challenge before me, gullies filled with tangled unknowns
and sharp lessons.
My guides had abandoned me, left, tight lipped
no map, no promise
little hope
and so I started my ascent,
faltering, stumbling, tightly gripping
any friendships I could find,
skinning my knees on setbacks as ages passed
until I found myself peering over the summit,
elated.
But in the distance
oh God.................
another mountain
and at its base
another me
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Categories:
skinning, life,
Form:
Free verse
Oh how I miss being six;
No problems that couldn't be fixed.
Important decisions of cavort;
Was which hill to make my fort.
How to make the stray kitten follow my lead;
So that " It followed me home" was an honest plead.
Trying to guess with an experienced hunch;
What was the mystery meat in the school's lunch.
Hand catching craw dads and small fish;
Waiting for the first star to make a wish.
Mud pies and tea parties by invitation only;
The little girl's private teddy bear ceremony.
Splashing in puddles and climbing trees;
Skinning my elbows and knees.
Picking wild berries and black heart cherries;
Staging my own revolutionaries.
Making shapes out of clouds;
Laughing and singing out loud.
Wishing for rain but not chancing the odds;
Sacrificing my sister's barbie dolls to the rain gods.
Under a patch work quilt, snuggled safely;
With my feather tick pillow I fall asleep gayly.
My mother wraps her arm around me like a shawl;
And whispers "Goodnight and sweet dreams Doll".
Categories:
skinning, adventure, childhood, family, fun,
Form:
Bellies rumbling,
Mind thinking,
Spear grabbing,
Man hunting,
Spear Throwing,
Flesh ripping,
Animal dying,
Fur skinning,
Meat eating,
Bellies Filling,
Man sleeping.
Categories:
skinning, conflict, history, strength,
Form:
Narrative
A dream, bad from every nook
In front of my eyes, so painful.
Eyes of mine being tearful
And petrified of the remembrance, I looked.
Deep down somewhere inside the heart
Lies a monotonous melancholy,
Lording slowly, speaking distinctly
Of the ones, moving willingly or unwillingly, apart.
The awful reverberation of the pains,
The anomalous silence of the lips
Makes no good to the victims’ deeps
But to menace the already-made stains.
Love and affection, nothing but an illusion,
Drive the youths, sometimes, into a circle so vicious
Making them, gradually, sub-conscious
Of the foredooming situation.
The hazardous ambiance of betrayal,
So treacherous, so obnoxious
Makes us so ferocious
To trust in one being more than loyal.
Women and even small girls
Practicing and participating in prostitution
Though a taboo to the sophisticated civilization,
For a mouthful forget their morals.
Jobless the students are, so hopeless
Leave no reason for education.
Depressed to the manhole of frustration
Question their independence.
The merciless slaughtering of people
And of the innocent newborns, so cruel
The carnivorous minds inside, that dwell
Are they better than animal?
The miring sins, all around
A sinister awaits the weak,
Till this insatiable appetite of Politics
Forever will be sound.
For us, the same
Day or Night, it is.
Our conscience to protest it is
Upon which, hovers the clouds of shame.
Forcing us to do what we should not
In the name of God, either,
Or by reasons of fear,
Hurts our life and existence, a lot.
To the bloodthirsty vampires,
Stop these barbaric games
Of pretending to hold your false fame
Leading to your catastrophic massacre.
For a year or two, if these pursue, I fear,
Ruthlessly skinning and ripping the society
For the highest worldly possession, money
End of the world is not too far, my dears.
Categories:
skinning, absence, betrayal, evil, hate,
Form:
ABC
Indian Blood
Im a Indian
with a bow an arrow of Venom
with a wall of heads of pilgrims
with colmbus head in a container sealed in
wearing the shoes of jesse owens
with usain bolts magnetically shield in
with feathers of blood of my descendants
in a war bonnet
Cheif wrote on it
Sculpting a sculptor of an american eagle out of flesh
With the Constitution on my Desk
an I cut the stars out the American Flag
an Patched them on my Vest
these for all who's in rest
beaten choked by Rope
Burned Sacrificed Shot
and all the stars connect
The Great Spirit descended me on a Quest in the Flesh
so im the Voice of Hope
of Life till Death
im just skinning the Fox
sharping my arrows with my hatchet
on my feet rackets
cause it's cold
so i can walk in the snow
im the Indigenous
im the origin of existence
of living
i wipe my ass with the American flag
On thanksgiving i burn them
this higher learning
yall been sleeping on the journalist
Categories:
skinning, america,
Form:
Free verse
Wilderness! My God at the wilderness
Always I have been here, but never this alone
Never without some means of transport -yet so I am
What choice to make, what direction for survival
As if I've never faced a choice before - Do not panic
Do not leave the outcome of my life to chance
I did not come here as a fool - I am prepared
And I am intelligent..only fear will kill me
And I am not afraid
The choice to travel is clear...do I take a summer place
Uninhabited this time of year and 150 miles -
Or do I choose a trapper's abode at 50 miles farther
And in the opposite direction..It is clear to go
To the trapper's place....farther, but certain life will be there
I have a survival kit..I strap on my skis and turn to the South
Darkness fills this land for twenty hours these days
But the moon is full and the skies cloudless..it will suffice..
I set my course by the stars and hear the hiss of the skis
And I am not afraid
Guided by the stars I ski above the timberline for safety
From the corner of my eye I see the snowpack slip into avalanche
A left turn and crouch into a downhill run, I stay seconds ahead of death
Then a quick tight turn and my speed takes me uphill out of the path into
The safety of a cave mouth...also the hibernation bed of a black bear
In the darkness a mighty roar and the thrust of my skinning knife
An artery cut and a bear's death gives me the food to last the journey
Two days later the smell of bacon leads me to the trappers cabin...safety..
I turn my gaze to the stars and marvel at my smallness .... I smile
And I am not afraid
December 27, 2016
Categories:
skinning, adventure,
Form:
Epic
ROAD TO DAMASCUS
Granite faith exfoliated by superguns and sanctions whirls,
on this earth succumbing into dry spell of peace,
War-crats and confidantes skinning freedom from its people
Kofi drinking coffee with revolutionaries and revolutionaries in
Aleppo cafe on his way to Damascus
Daughters eating NGOs, GMOs, condoms and twitter
Bullet scorching the feet of super diplomats and mediators
Wiki leaks castrating the reputation of this state
Opportunists and oppositionists eating asparagus and liver in candle light dinners
Selfish pseudo prophets calculating political matrixes, salmonella laced sugar tongued
Democrats cooking autocratic beetroot and propaganda pizza for media rituals and puppets initiation.
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Categories:
skinning, africa, age, allegory, betrayal,
Form:
Epitaph
Oooih! Oooih!
Listen to the voice of an elephant,
Crying in the wilderness,
Help me, save me, leave me alone,
I need to live and keep my tasks.
Oooih! Oooih!
The rhino is also weeping,
So much in pain,
Help me, save me, leave me alone,
I need to live and keep my horns.
Ladies and gentlemen,
These are some distress calls from the wild,
Who will listen?
Dear listener, God gave us nature,
Sweet and nice to watch, yes I mean sweet,
Gave us animals, forests, rivers to name but a few,
Gave us responsibility and ability over nature,
But why! Why! Why turn against our future?
Nature holds our future, why do we kill it?
The cries from the wild, are really disturbing our ears,
So much is at risk, when we hunt and kill our wildlife,
Fewer tourists, local or foreign, and less to boast about,
Killing our animals, is surely killing our super future,
Skinning our animals, is skinning our super future,
Nature holds our future, why do we kill it?
Skins, tusks, horns belong to our animals,
Teeth, meat and life, all are given by God,
Enjoy their viewing; leave them as they are,
We warn you, touch – them- not,
If you were to touch them, part their backs and go!
Nature holds our future, why do we kill it?
Categories:
skinning, animal,
Form:
Verse
As I saw your
caged
soul rioting for my
attention, I knew
you to be my
perfect
victim and started
envisioning how to
ravage
your beauty so it could
ensnare
and impersonate my
lifetime wishes
Fearlessly you
revelead your
nature, fiercely you
demanded
reprimand, boldly you
offered
acts of service, bravely you
amassed
chisels and knives at my
reluctant
feet for me to
begin
dissecting you
Now brace
yourself and descend in the
Underworld bathing your
vest in a river of
tears
and sorrow while I
tie your
bare chest to the cold
operating
table of awareness. As I wear no
protection gloves and you
are given no painkiller, your
hurt guides my
actions, as I can
not
look at your eyes unless your
rescue
is over
Let me therefore
rage at what
holds you prisoner, skinning
dysfunctional certainties away, spreading
deforming scars apart, clotting
poisoning doubts, cauterizing
harmful energy leaks, cutting
and stitching diseased
gut feelings, finally carving
new wings out of your
undeniable
ethics while I sew and
nourish your
soul back to
recovery
And the time will
come when you
stare
at the reflection of my
masterpiece in the mirror rejoicing
in what you have
become under
my direction in all
your bleeding splendor
Categories:
skinning, allegory, deep, devotion, love,
Form:
Free verse
Close my eyes to paint a picture
Takes me back to a time when I was just a kid
The world around me was ever growing
And there was a sweet innocence in everything I did
The morning sun was my simple smile
Her warm words whispers on my skin, and
Red says the sunset, red says the sunset
How I needed a friend
To share in this happiness
That I thought could never end
The city was my playground
An enchanted land everywhere to explore
Abandon buildings, hidden places near rushing railroads
Giant puddles extracted from all of thunder storms
Rainbows, archways, paths leading to front doors
And red says the sunset again every day
Red says the sunset come out and play
If I could only go back
To lazy days lying, amidst the talling grass
Jumping daringly from rooftop to rooftop
Befriending minnows, frogs, crickets and crabs
Climbing trees, skinning knees
Teaching myself about fire from only one little match
In every noon it was huge, it was
Watching over me
Red says the sunset, red says the sunset all over again
In childhood I never found that needed friend
But, the little boy still journeys on
Now as a husband, a father,and God fearing man
Red says the sunset, red says the sunset
Happiness shines all across this land
Categories:
skinning, adventure, childhood, life, red,
Form:
Free verse
Earth's tidal river day
on universal salvation display
This indigenously wise place
New England conventional space
ebbs without yesterday
flows within today
Building forest skills
industriously clear-cutting slack
of co-infested character
Puritan souls
submerging and swelling
wild native nakedness enslaved
Merged with dark
thick-skinning
self-immolating
magic aboriginal music roots
satiating muse suffered bliss
Yankee hard hearts
confederating comfort's freedoms
idolizing golden age
peaceful privileged ideation
Integrity
accessible to each secular body's intricacy
and all mind full
empty sacred elegance
Empowering fertile core soul passion
swollen fecund pastures
swamping pleasant birdsong light
EarthTribe's salvific natural spirits
of surf-songed sight.
Categories:
skinning, beauty, culture, health, history,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
I chopped and hoed and planted seed
... dug a swimming hole
I picked and shucked and canned the corn
.... killed an ugly mole..
I read some books then read some more..
.... climbed up the old pine trees
I fell right down and hit the ground
.... Skinning both my knees....
I played a song .. and danced a spell
... on Grandma's metal drum
and though she tried to look away
... I heard my sister hum..
Now that it's time for back to School..
.. I hate to hear them say..
Now write some words that tell us how
...you spent the holiday!
Categories:
skinning, adventure, education, funny, holiday,
Form:
Free verse