Of course I avoid you.
Why would I want to hang out?
Sniffing around - looking for faults like a buck-toothed bloodhound
I know what and where my fault lines are.
Because I keep slipping into the same ones.
Your bloodhounds may have good sniffers.
But the eyesight not so much...
My faults, though significant, are not as wide as before.
I try now and again to stitch them up to stem the flow of blood.
I've also got some bloodhound in me.
That happens to be my biggest fault.
I can see your faults are a bit wider than before.
Have you misplaced your needle and thread?
For all the 'MAGAteers' and rampant conspiracy
Theory idiots running amuck, consider this:
If all is not what it seems ... why do you believe
In those fraudulent extremes?
Is it because Q-Anon says so and it gets repeated
By the church choir?
Or do the answers feed your anxiety,
Like kindling to a bonfire?
Now if you're compelled to some original thought,
Take a moment to maybe look under some rocks.
Listen to the mass of reality, not just those
Crazy like a fox,
Because the bloodhounds of truth are closing fast,
And what is circling above, are hungry hawks.
Growing up, I was always motivated to make a better life for myself, and
Regardless of the cost, I was determined to make life better for my family
Economic depression were words that enchained everyone dear to me, and
After completing High School was when I set out to make my bold move
There were no bloodhounds daring my escape; I was not exactly incarcerated
Escape, however, was the only option because no one offered a kind and pleasant exit
Slavery was a hundred years prior to my existence, but Jim Crow was alive
Christianity's meaning was twisted and turned upside down, but I knew that Christ was also alive,
And whether here, there, or elsewhere, He was the key, mentally and spiritually, to my personal freedom
People of ill will, poverty, and politics notwithstanding, that wall of minimal opportunity and discrimination was doomed to fall
Even extreme poverty in the poorest state in America was no match for faith in God, family, and friends
010720PoSoupContest, Great Escape, John Hamilton
In the dank, dreary domain of leeches
bloodsuckers swim willy-nilly,
hither and thither in the murk.
Aquatic bloodhounds
sniffing the water, they zero in on lunch,
a warm barefoot or a leg will do just fine.
Like vampire bats,
they numb their bite, so it's painless.
Both the stuff of nightmares
and a prayer come true,
you mustn't judge them harshly; they're most beneficial.
Why else would nature
create such a parasitic creature?
No one relishes the task
when I ask for volunteers to catch wild leeches;
they all have feet of lead as I lead them to the pond.
My colleagues refer to them as squirming syringes.
And yet, these lowly critters are miracle workers
once you get past their slimy feel and swamp smell.
It takes but a second
for their minute teeth to cut into bruised flesh
helping to restore blood circulation.
(Free Verse)
Aug. 15, 2018
Two boys dared me to do the same
After peeing on a playground swing
When I was caught I said right away
It was a peer pressure sort of thing
Later little Mary Lou Henton
Sat down on it with a splat
Somewhat upset she ran away
And no one knew where she was at
The cops sent out some bloodhounds
They found her under a garage shelf
Truth be known, as bad as it was
I could have followed the scent myself
She got over the awful stigma
I got a restraining order that day
IF I'm close to a playground swing
I have to zip up and walk away
Run pick up the mantle of liberation and injustice...
Run with it as fast, sure footed with groundbreaking speed
"Run"
Like you've been set free released...
turn that run, struggle (s) into a run of triumphs out weighted by all odds... Oh my child, my child, Oh my child!!
never forget from whence you came...
Jump those hurdles as through cold justice was right on your trail like bloodhounds out of the wild tracking you down with all the desire to reduce you to their lowest form ...
"Run"
No one can ride your back unless you give permission of surrender. You are no longer a prisoner nor trapped in one's own illusions, imaginations...
"Run"
My child never forgetting from whence you came, be very so alert...
Jump those hurdles of life with strength of endurance with bearable self control and emotions...
"Run"
Never look back..
"Run My Child"
Deborah Vines 6/2018
Unblouse your breast
Where to nuzzle and warm
Areola to moisten and mouth
Urgency need, I scarce was born
Unclothe me in all unrighteousness
Sing for me no lullabye
Fetus reflection in alabaster eyes
Yours will forgive me, so softly they plead
The call in my eyes , so loving beguiled
Answers my whisper
Inaudibly you whimper
Reaching for the hearth of your home
Furthermost far, the call of the grave
But if I should die, please bury me here
We slipped passed the guards, their caution neglect
Our passion en-garde, the phallus erect
Discover a pebble in fissurely crag
Rolling in wonders and nacred in pearl
Both of us crying exhortations of love
Loving ungainly like giraffe on the run
Speaking in gibberish, talking in tongues
Becoming immortal banging the drum
Surpassing the portal the bloodhounds unleash
I Mount Vesuvius, youre so within reach
Im falling for you in tubular bells
Demolition crawls
Pots and pans all over the place
Flaming torpedos pock-mark the Earth
Harpooning the squid in ink fibrillation
Ecclectic joy in sense celebration
Two souls arriving from deep within
In baptismal breath I was born once again
Port Talbot
The city of steel,
Is the place where I belong,
Under its industrial cloak and working class reel,
Where talent is abundant and steelworkers are made from steel.
The city of steel,
The place where chimneys stack high out of reach,
And golden sand river from its arms,
Where identity and pride manufacture industrial charm,
The city of steel,
With its industrial predominate core nestled by the shore,
A heart pumping its flow with pride and identity,
And natures blanket covering close guarding hills smug with beauty,
The city of steel,
It's tomorrow shackled with greed and jealousy,
Tricked by fools promise sheltering black rats,
And caught by deadly bloodhounds hunting in packs,
The city of steel,
Whose children are forged not born,
Who will never repudiate but battle what you stand,
Until the safe return of their great land.
This is my city of steel,
Our city of steel.
Tis the season for frightful bugs,
found one in my bed,
even in my rug,
they seem to turn up everywhere,
even in the breath mint in my mouth,
even heard one in the rhythm
of my clock,
the other day went walking
only to discover one in my sock,
then I tried to kill it,
but they're hard as a rock,
one time one was on my plate,
and I almost ate it
thinking it was a grape,
Now listen up,
you little blood sucking pests,
I will hunt you down
till I get no rest!
Its bad enough that its allergy season,
we don't want any of your diseases!
Might use some bloodhounds
to help track them down,
if only we could annihilate them,
all throughout the town,
then they'd finally be extinct,
and people and dogs everywhere
would no longer be forlorn and frown,
but if I need professional help
guess I'll call an exterminator,
and if that doesn't work,
I'll get Arnold the terminator!
Bedlams rest within
these indigo walls;
the new age of senses
like bloodhounds, we scratch
and sniff the streets
for freedom;ambitious
we reach; we attempt
to clasp this distinguished
portrait as an escape route,
but we are met with misfortune
a ghost has traveled these woods
he has; his presence can be tasted
lurking within the breeze
the new age of senses unfolds
an awakening to behold
By Glenn McCrary
© 2012 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)
My Bloodhound is a dreamer and he thinks that he can fly,
And his ears are plenty big enough to give it an honest try.
When we are out walking and we turn into a headwind breeze,
He sniffs the air and looks into the sky well above the trees.
Then he will fall back a bit to give the leash some extra slack,
When he lunges into the air it's altitude not attitude he'll lack.
A willing heart is what he has, he knows he's meant to sail,
With ears for wings his feet for gear and a rudder that's a tail.
And he might be disappointed when his four feet hit the ground,
But he will only show a smiling face when he turns around.
Because he sees himself in the clouds and one more thing I know,
He takes delight in watching me dangle from the leash below.
Running Free
wet with sweat
heart pounding
in disguise
siren's sounding
just beyond
the wall dividing
sinners from
the law abiding
just one chance
to try scaling
hear the voice
of freedom hailing
shadows of
the verdict tailing
victim of
the system failing
justice blind
by railroading
guards in towers
now reloading
over the top
I start scanning
never thought this
far in planning
quick decent
almost falling
on the ground
I start hauling
through the night
bloodhounds baying
hoping the river
will cause delaying
a miracle
dogs fail scenting
some retribution
for repenting
no one knows
where I'm residing
they just know
I'm somewhere hiding
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
I am an Urban Fox
In human form , I know
A paradox.
I trot along my daily trail
And wag my bushy tail
With my disguise it’s no
Surprise, that people
Greet me all but one
As finest company
And really fun.
But; a ruddy Red Coat
On a horse, with brassy
Bugle and hard hat
Of course, does follow
Me around; with malign
Intent on ending my
Amazing day, in the
Jaws of his bloodhound.
I like to hide in coffee shops
He cannot see me there
With my disguise and human
Form, they let me in
But bloodhounds stay outside!
Ruddy Red Coat, poised
Perplexed, his Bugle
Ain’t much use, in
Streets as filled
With traffics din
The hunt that won’t begin
Has made him vexed!
Then later on when
Red Coats gone, I
Return to my natural
Tune. I trot along
And sing my song
To the cities night time
Moon!
I went and jumped in the deep end again
Sorry to lose myself
My only friend
Could you have tried any harder to stop me?
Undoubtfully, I’m the roaring sea
And cold use a bit of peace.
Maybe a little sleep might put me back up on my feet
Guard you’re structure
And don’t let it fall down
Rome wasn’t as pretty mud covered sticks in the ground
What’s worse is that I know myself and should have seen it coming
Now they’re on me like bloodhounds
And I cannot continue running.
It cannot be that hard to carry on
I’m not afraid
Erase the scars, the humiliation, and just leave the rest of me.
If that’s not enough, then tough
I’m tired of walking in strait lines
Stepping in the same potholes, just in different times.
Looking to outer things in which to find a purpose
I will not be blindfolded by myself this time around
I cannot assume that I am destined to be found
I can touch the floor because it’s nowhere near the ground
So if you here me crying don’t be startled by the sound
I simple move in circles
I’ll eventually come around.
tearing away my flesh
watching my bones splinter away
wondering why i'm dying
dying because of the past
gouging out my eyes
so i can't see anymore
feeling death standing by me
walking alone in the dark
crying about the past
woundering how it found me
hearing the bloodhounds bark
bark so silent but deadly
seeing the past
the past for what it is
watching my family fall away
fall away from me
fall away from you
watching everything dissappear
while my heart stops
waiting to die
watching my flesh crumble
crumble in my hands like dust
alone in the dark
alone in my pain
alone in the darkness
waiting to die here alone
alone in the dark
waiting to die
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