In our evolution
we’re ever forced to chart,
with compass and the Master’s rule,
our lonely, needy heart.
Biogenic engineers,
legofederal bankoneers,
psychologic auctioneers:
WHO GOES IN THE STIRRUPS.
By our constitution
we’re challenged from above:
the value of the sexes,
the cost, the price of love.
Hear the Fear
When the world stops its spins
And Love no longer wins
When the shadows condensely cast
And forever’s forever last
When your sweet sensuous smile
Evaporates in its exiting exile
When the Angels sadly sing
And we feel their scorning sting
When a child stops to laugh
In a faceless frowning photograph
When the birds slowly stop to fly
In a scabrous salacious sky
When lovers stop holding hands
And cures for Love are their demands
When our hearts stop beating
Our Souls lost forever fleeting
When Love no longer seems to last
And future’s become the ponderous past
When faith is sold in a biogenic bottle
And beliefs dispensed at full throttle.
Sept.28.2016
Your greatest fear - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lewis Raynes
< Yellow Belly !
Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
Polinatators that bite me
Gift biogenic amines
How you make me swell
Yellow belly tarnations
Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
Cursing swating and shooing
To sting destroyer
* Story: A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course
I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol
Written by
Katherine Stella 4/8/12
Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest
G.L. All
I Bite
Destroyer-Poet LOL