Best Slavering Poems

A grove of magnolias perfumes the air
as they sit absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.

Lawyers control their affairs like vultures slavering 
their prey, waiting to swoop when the timing...

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Don’t Look Behind You


From swamp I lifted from an arm
But collapsed to pitiful puddles
And ground my fist in slush
As I heard their voices
Drag at thus
And make of evil a cunning mist
Has me bewitched

Lost for all my will to do righteousness
Has led me astray in my...

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It was long gone midnight, and nervously I walked
There was something in the bushes, I was being stalked.
I could smell it's fetid breath, It was lurking in the dark
It scared me half to death as I hurried through the park.

My step quickened, my nerves could...

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A grove of magnolias perfumed the air
as they sat absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years.

Lawyers controlled their affairs like vultures slavering 
their prey, waiting to swoop when the timing...

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As they reach the golden gates,
turning, they do face the foe,
the Arlaghs,
they would come with power and might,
too kill,
the ground will shake when they charge,
they shall run hard for their meal,
always hungry is the Arlagh.
Come then forth, to meet your fate,
you hounds of Hell,
hesitate not,...

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So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled upon the lads, gave of his land free rein, but...

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Inhumanities buzzard picks at the scraps
squabbling over trash
vultures of the pavement
denying everything has life

A confetti of money
the wedding funeral of it’s own immoral concept
squawking the incantations
of debt
the milking breast
for these divisions of hate

Automaton march
blindfolded into prisons
wifi choir to gobble in slavering mouth
the dance of freedom

Piled...

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~ for Sami ~


oh ...
a pity, that …
such sweet sadness, yours
my lovely lass, lost ...
do not let your lip tremble so ...
it was not made for such iniquity
it was not shaped to
sublime bow-like grace to
be such a dark
dynamism of emotion
or to be the quivering spout...

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I thought I knew a shortcut, a quick way through the wood
But I fear I missed a turning, for I knew not where I stood.
Unfamiliar and oppressive, which way should I go
Trees I'd never seen before, tracks I didn't know.

It was late in the afternoon,...

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Vicious thirsty hunting winds,
Chasing always down,
Emotion's infinite unchained vortex,
Thought claws raking bloody trails,
The wild silent  scream  disappears, 
Upon leaving your speechless mouth.

Walls of cyclical caged fire,
Slippery mouth of Venus,
Slavering fangs hungry,
Ready to swallow the fly,
All else lost in moment's loss,
Sense confusion, 
arrogance of...

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Sluggish suppurating symbol of disgust,
Dragged wailing into a reproachful life
Child of wrath and sloth and lust
All she will ever know is
Strife

Curdled flesh clings to a brittle scaffold
Pebbled orbs recline in sunken hollows
Starving slavering mouth unfolds
Engulfs the world and then it 
Swallows

Gawky appendages waver against a...

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A menacing moon, a cold draft in my room, 
small wonder why I feel impending doom; 
scufflings at midnight from inside my door, 
shadows of somethings are crossing the floor. 

I'm rigid with fear as to what they might be, 
these evil demons are coming...

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A grove of magnolias perfumes the air 
as they sit absorbed in one another's avocations, 
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles 
uneasy in their pleasure in the evening of their years. 

Lawyers control their affairs like vultures slavering 
over their prey, waiting...

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Brian The Veggie Lion

The trackers all dressed in their safari suits
Trekked over plains in their safari boots
In search of an animal that was called Brian
A statuesque beast in the shape of a lion

Skin prickling chills as they sensed he was near
But the park ranger said...

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The Sitter

There it is
Sitting in the old wicker chair
Grinning its foul slavering grin
 It moves nothing than its face.
Every night it appears
Until waking and shaking 
I reach for the pull light string
 It then evaporates at pace.
I will take the chair back 
With its eviction...

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