Affable unflappable an incomparable parable & fable
Telegraph path defending ending era sending a cable
As Indian power does deflower our Test tower of Babel
Reliant on our defiant thoroughbred in the Kiwi stable
Does what says on the label as Kane so keen and able
Hushed kudos so humble yet giant sat at the top table
Hardy a great first rate trait played ball late almost tardy
Held aloft by hands so soft weaving his third man spree
Inner fire to the wire winner desire is Kane down to a tee
Outwitting Kohli and sitting pretty on top of the WTC tree
Fitting in his twilight dimming the limelight is not about me
Travesty not to marvel at artistry & majesty of his tapestry
Heavenly ability with angelic humility part of a holy trinity
Stoic & heroic Martin's successor a professor still ego free
With Crowe & Hadlee bestow Black cap history our nobility
Affinity for infinity for all three so totally Kiwi simply divinity
Each ivory tower needs so much power and water
Society is the fall guy for the pie in the sky AI lie
Cultures savaged ravaged caricatures by vultures
Slyly trying to deflower mother nature’s daughter
Dodgy dealing resources stealing planet’s reeling
Preach each data centre like a cultural placenta
Layers peeling players say mentor no glass ceiling
Am a lamenter of break neck tech wreck dementor
No healing waste from haste paste without feeling
We’ve heard it before the computer is our future
Smoke and mirrors AI on the fly the latest suitor
Us all just a data commuter for a leech not tutor
Beseech purloining then coining no way to teach
The conceit of the deceit is an elite cheat ripsnorter
Train bots brain rots turns us into tots & lots of have nots
Only glower of people power can stop the slaughter
He mistook her for a hooker
And you bet, she’ll not forget
Thought she’s painted, she ain’t tainted
And for sure now, she is sore
As to whether wearing feather
On your thong is simply wrong
Or if lace around one’s face
At the heart makes one a tart
There are many for a penny
Who deflower by the hour
And they’re mainly dressed plain-janely
Better wake up, it’s a shake up!
Check your mirror, see it clearer
It’s your mind, that’s what you’ll find
Stop expecting, start correcting
Though she’s scented, she ain’t rented
As silence fills the hour no meddling thoughts deflower
I find myself inflated by a rush of night
No words escape my lips no sound takes flight
no poetry breaks loose beneath this mind's ignite;
Within the rhythm of this time and space
the tumult of my yesterdays embrace
As darkness falls like a curtain of obscurity
I pledge allegiance to the stars,
and all the angels that guide me safely out.
A hundred hours I can't replace in the safety of this place
A hundred more I can restore for there is always more
inside this beating heart that wants to sleep or live
the sound of silence fills my ears and as my fantasies kick in,
my reveries begin...
God wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkeyGod wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkey
To dazzle the curious populace
That might wonder if now its the time and place
To shed the over familiar embrace
Of a pale, stale, overripe monarchy
The media's wet dream fantasy
Filling front pages with hyper hysteria,
'Did Andrew deflower a teenager under the wisteria...?'
What will it take for everyone to see,
He's no emperor and, without clothes on
He's as naked as you and me....
They said that is nakedness
I said that is my born physical form
They said that pollutes the environment
I said that is my love
They said nudity has no dignity in society
I said that is my contemplation on God
They said, that is fascinating but makes depraved
I said that is a beautiful flower
Oh, don’t sever the flower
Don’t deflower, be natural and fair
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Trancelike moments linger as I bid my time
a glimpse of angular contour, a face a smile
warmer then the melting sun his hand in mine
surreal in dreamlike state, his touch docile
as gentle as the rain that falls from heaven's lair
he, my imaginary lover my ethereal beau
is a memorized forbiddance, together we draw air
as we dance upon cloud nine without a care
Unreal as the twinkle of a star in heaven's realm
those hazy moments spent, devour me whole
they take me to a shadowy place beneath the elm
where we deflower every kiss, then lose control.
May 30, 2021
Sponsor : Constance La France
Contest Name: Writer prompt - dreamlike
The carcass of a femininie beauty spend and done
Lies unblissful beneath blood flowing nature
As her chastity behind hidden bushes shatters
Here we are humans, who have killed and still won...
Earth, Oh dear! Plead you not for casting your death lot
Shalln't you know what men keep deal-sealed matters
It's your nudity all that matters for our lifeless greeds
What you want, you seek, you die, bother us not...
Blood for bloodshed, we want us purified by the innocent
We go round villanious, annihilating; it's you who feeds,
Yet again, we get back nowhere, weren't you my son?
Look around Oh Man! Don't you think it's time to mend...
Get back to your senses, there is nothing more to deflower
Let's get ready for her funeral, keep burning the candleflower
A final turning back, couldn't you lend a hand to recover
Your'e a bad winner man, this isn't how you show your power...
( The carcass of beauty spend and done - William Shakespeare)
Abreast in tank top
Seeds deflower battle myths
Red lace lingerie
Under shadow of turret
Flowing combat above doubt
Garland of poppies
Sword unsheathed for wild conquest
Guns orange roses
Heavy metal for comfort
White flag intimate cover
Make love and not war
Coronet for a bouquet
Tiara of peace
Sweet surrender in motion
Wreaths for a renegade cause
18th February 2020
Contest Let the Pens Flow Tanka Poetry
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas
Syllables checked howmanysyllable.com
Traditionally a tanka does not have a title, but I have to give one to submit the
poem. I hope that Exposure enhances more than it may distract.
Love,
It is not alone where fingers graze a cheek
that the softness of the skin is felt
when bathed and pampered
aloe'd and perfumed
the scent, in the stillness, is coming thru
glistening like the tips of the green green grass
freshly mowed
with the sun shinning down
on a finely tuned ...
piece of pure imperfection
I'm clover sitting close
where crimson's crushed her rose
laid in dirt,
with the inklings
unexplained
not complaining nor comparing
digging my way out
of another endless
senseless hole
weed me out and wish me luck
deflower all circumspection
we can't give in
no we can't give in
disrobe me amid anguish
wash away the heartache
and the pain
together, naked,
we'll be born again
not a woe-man,
not cause of famine;
feminine gender for the world peace
after all
woman she is
delusively she thinks-
feeble, lacking in strength
from God to her a blessing!
she does not know
from the man
if she expects kindness with servitude bliss;
then licentious eyes make her gripping cheese!
o' you' the woman
the sword with love, with thorns the flower;
the power of man cannot you deflower
if you-
do not pray any kindness from manly cunning fair,
do not shed a drop of tear by manly fear;
be the rebellious in right path and be the dare
-May 21, 2019 Chattogram
strings of my heart pulled tight close to fracture
seduced, captivated thoughts, memories
unable to control hearts contracture
start to examine minds directories,
regrets flowing through souls blocked arteries
underestimated your great power
her loveable virtues abilities
didn't stop my evil need to deflower,
darkness falls yet energises resolve
to prove intentions was benevolent
demonstrate needs for our love to evolve
convince my actions weren't malevolent
now I crave your undying forgiveness
without you, life's pitiful, no richness.
7/22/2018
All I have
Is you
Insanity
Hold me tight
Let go the fright
Too tired to fight
Insanity
Whisper
Gasp
Am I still here?
Insanity
Devour me
Deflower me
Detest me
Dead
In the grip
Of Insanity
Love...
it took away
my sight for life
unheededly,
it rooted into
the eyeholes of mine
till it reached my core of life;
the heart
I already gifted to you.
You see,
I placed it upon
your very hands,
and, for now on, it is ready
to break out into blossom.
It waits for you to deflower it.
The ark was conveyed to their Shiloh.
And there is their father's hollow.
Then they seized the medium to deflower
The virgin precepts of the thriving pillar.
They offered pleasant burning swimming incense,
That irritates the kings person in persistence.
And they abuse the power sheltering the cherubims,
Greeting mothers and damsels with moistured glottis.
They'd said "rain will not fall for decades."
But after those words the sky cries helplessly for the mirades.
Now they went to war drowned in pride.
And destructive death took them on ride.
They're still lurking in those axis.
Hophni and Phinehas; prophets in disguise are ordering practice.
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