One of the clowns in my circus
wants to be ringmaster and crack the whip
one of the sailors on board my boat
wants to be captain and steer the ship
but there's only room for one
under the big tophat my dear
so they're both out of luck
and the buck stops here
I have the last and final say
tho' not one to overwhelm
to maintain a steady course
there can only be one at the helm
The muzzle flash of the moon is infused with clouds
where the brightness tapers off on knees that poke through
the slit in her dress; the hem slips off her crossed legs.
Gunpowder in sieves flecks her irises
when she glimpses through my lunar haze
of daydreams that I'll trigger her to smile.
A Guns N' Roses song flogs silence in the back-
ground of my mind as she stands to shake
hands I synchronously half-rotate to kiss.
Her wedding ring tastes like zinc, or some strange kettle
of moondust while she avers that I look as pale
as mists conspiring to discover our trail.
Though we can't see her butler crack the whip to keep
a distant carriage in place,
whinnying clouds beam a grin to her face.
Horn Haiku
on self should get grip
after he would crack the whip
he was sure to flip
Do you believe in
The Power of the mind?
Do you seek the truth?
Or are you blind?
Can you rely on
The Force with-in?
Can you play a game?
You can't win?
Will you die for your beliefs?
Go down with the ship?
When the time comes,
Can you crack the whip?
How can you believe in heaven?
When you live in hell.
You can't be saved here,
By the ring of a bell.
Will the darkness win or?
Will the sun prevail?
If you know the answers,
Please, do tell.
It is hard to see things like
They were before.
It is difficult to find peace
After the war.
Can you really be a winner?
When you have nothing to lose?
Faced with an ultimatum,
How do you choose?
Inside each of us there
Is dark and light.
Some are blind,
Some have second sight.
It is our choice that
Determines our fate.
Do we choose love or?
Do we hate?
Turbo1904
You got a bad ending attraction
to winsome things
Pretty possessive faces,
which crack the whip
and pull the chain
Each mourning
is a close shave beginning
Rough insomnia dreams,
so razor thin ... risk dangerous
You’ve been sleepwalking Chorus:
on the wrong side
Letting your nether thoughts awaken
So busy blind date talking
to a hurt locker guide
Now your skeleton key secrets are taken
The things you want to hold on to,
is the pain you need to let go of
The sleep you’re always losing
is on the wrong side of pillow love
Your restless rite of passage
was on the wrong side
Red was the light flashing: “X-Dangerous”
Extremely fatal touch
Sending submissive message,
your nose is open wide
Wrong pheromone signal given due to lust,
a pleasure poison rush
You’ve been sleepwalking Chorus:
on the wrong side
Letting your nether thoughts awaken
So busy blind date talking
to a hurt locker guide
Now your skeleton key secrets are taken
The things you want to keep locked up,
is the pain you need to let go of
The sleep you’re always freely losing
is on the wrong side of pillow love
In the middle of the night
When I can’t get back to sleep
All these grandiose ideas
In my wired brain do creep.
I will clean out all my closets.
I will rearrange each drawer.
I will freshen up the furniture
And spiff up the décor.
I will organize my poetry
To fit into a book
And the children’s tale I’ve started
Will get more than just a look.
I will sit and read the travel guides
I’ve purchased for a trip.
I will self-impose some discipline
And really crack the whip
In the morning, though, reality
Comes crashing with a thwack.
The enthusiasm 2 a.m.
Inspires won’t come back.
She was irresistible
Lust had me in its grip.
Tempered though somewhat,
When she produced the whip.
"What is this I said,
What is this game you're playing."
"You'll know soon enough, said she
For you are for a flaying."
I couldn't make a run for it
I'd let her tie me to the bed,
As she began to crack the whip
My heart fair filled with dread.
But several lashes later
How could I have known,
I really rather liked it,
My 'interest' had grown.
Entry for
Sexy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lewis Raynes.
18/11/18. Placed 2nd.
The crack of dawn
The crack of the bat...
A crack in the pavement
Fall through the cracks...
Crack cocaine
A crack fighter pilot...
A clever wisecrack
That cracked me up...
Crack your knuckles
Jimmy crack corn
Crack a smile
Crack the whip...
To comprehend this little ode
You have to crack the language code
Live inspired, heart on fire, aim ever-higher
Conceive immensely, strive intensely, pursue in a frenzy
Don't kick back, never go slack --- instead, attack!
Don't lie low, or take things slow --- you've got to grow!
Throw in the towel? --- Never! Scream and howl!
Give up the ship? --- No way! Crack the whip!
Give it your all, stand straight and tall, knock down walls
Reach for the sky, dare to fly, the Holy Grail is nigh...
Live every moment as if it's your last
Never look back or regret the past
Look life in the eye and stick out your chest
Whatever you do --- Do your absolute best!
Wanna get on that horse
round up all that herd
lot of work still to be done
what do I do to get you stirred
Come on now let's get going
if you want to get fed
show you deserve a feast
before you get to bed
you young ones like it easy
in my day it was all graft
sweating it out all the day
then you really earned your craft
Sorry if I've been too hard
but experience says crack the whip
in the long term you'll be thankful
a real cowboy makes the trip
crack the whip
crack the unforgiving
whip
slapping down on
hunched backs
walk and walk,
blood leaves the
flesh.
fresh wounds met by no
muse
the trail is cosmic
the end is none
crack the whip
crack the bones
of the slaves
callous hands
being swallowed by
virgin mouths
land is not
pure, nor
furtile
all blood
seeps through
killing the root
I am just a simple whisper
Trust me to not make a whimper
I am just a forgotten liar
Just me to burn in the fire
Lie awake to pass the time
Tell a lie to punish mine
Show me
How to love to make this dissipate
Show me
How to raise you up and hold you there
Take your sin and eat your hate
Believe you know and think you care
I am nothing but a whisper
Trust me to bend a knee and lend an ear
Waiting to take your daily order
I am just a servant, just a slave
Take me wherever your hell may guide
Crack the whip and tell me how to abide
Show me
How to love to make this dissipate
Show me
How to raise you up and hold you there
Take your sin and eat your hate
Believe you know and think you care
It's just me, only me
I won't say a word
I won't stray too far away
It’s just me, it’s just me, just me, just...
Show me
How to love to make this dissipate
Show me
How to raise you up and hold you there
Take your sin and eat your hate
Believe you know and think you care
I am just a simple whisper
Trust me to not make a whimper
I’ll raise you up and hold you there
Believe you know and think you care
Brother, do you blame because I am no longer small
And do no jump when you crack the whip
Or because you dare not rise to make a call
To me because of your moral slip?
Brother, do you blame me because I pretend
Not to know the doublecross of tongue
Or because I can cleverly comprehend
The venom curdled on your lung?
I come here, but to make, a little sacrifice
To place upon the alter here
My soul before my God by faith's advice
And weep to none where I see despair.
So offer what you wiil, I pray you error go away
Before the fire comes for terminus
I pray the fire that consumed my lamb today
Will the find the mark that make us better dust.
Thinking big
Starting small
Crash the system
Drop the ball
Crack the whip
Spill the Beans
Defy your God
A sight obscene
Practice
Lie
As angels die
All just a shot in the dark
Shoot and miss
Control your fists
Violence
Consumes the air
Ride among
The ones who’ve sung
Away their cries
Who’s the one that dies?
Riding fast through the clouds
Way above Heaven
And Past Avalon
Graciously floating over the River Styx
What you seek
What you seek is down below
The Rivers Majestic Majesty
Bursts of Flames and jumping pieces of coal
Your life runs thin as your read words.
Your wasting time but you come back for thirds
You want it
You feed on it
We the ones who aren’t like others
Romantics, Poets, Forever Brothers
We chase the goose into prison walls
And we fall in to a trap, As if forever our souls will stay in cells.