Dress a girl a letter,
Printing numbers on her back.
Buy her flowers,
Give her powers,
Wrapping poison round her neck.
One day she’ll leave you,
She’ll deceive you,
And you’ll be better off dead.
So, you won’t get far with that head
Unless you break your neck
And yet you still ask to the sun
If the moon has won,
If the war has really ended
Or it's just begun.
So you’ll dress a girl a letter,
And print numbers on her neck.
Steal her powers,
Buy her flowers,
Say she’s better off dead.
Oh, you’ll deceive her,
But believe her,
When she’s messing with your head.
Ignore the blood beneath her nails ,
because you pay for them instead.
But the wars already won,
It was done and fun,
You were caught between a victory, a romance and a gun.
So when you pull your head together from the cracks beneath the earth
Steal her flowers
She’s deflowered
Push her back against the world
The war was won
And you are done
You are both swimming in your hurt
And then your hand reached for the gun.
Do electricians ever become DElighted?
Did Mozart ever DEcompose?
Are politicians sometimes DEvoted?
Can students become DEtestable?
Are Egyptians sometimes in DEnial?
Can garden workers become DEflowered?
Once chosen can someone be DEpicted?
Do animals ever get DEtailed!
Can an engine receive a DEmotion?
Shoe salesmen are sometimes DEfeated!
Are tennis players ever DEserved?
Do former journalists become DEscribers?
Do exterminators ever get DEbugged?
Are fishermen great DEbaters?
I've heard carpet layers can suffer DElays!
A Repost
Intention outstripped
his power of reason
Leaving him naked
—a meadow deflowered
(Dreamsleep: February, 2022)
Monica is her name
She was mould in modesty
Meek to her motherland..
More matured than nature
Monica motile with sensation..
Mood to the moon
With money inherited
Majestic and colorful
Mystical in her morality
Merrymake and smart
Model status
Melodious voice
Mild-mannered..
Committal...
Murderous monday morning
Monica mood turn muddy
Messy and mournful
Motherhood engulfed
For she was molested,
rape, deflowered, cheated
and battered..
Lost!
Wicked world
Life's unfair
Hatred to humanity
Marital gift snatched
Pregnant to unknown
Monica mourn..
Go to where the air is thinnest
where snow leopards stalk granite paths
where pray flags slap cherry faced spirits
where nature is conceived.. unforgiving
go to where the air is thinnest-
Go to where hearts caress clouds
where ice scorpions nest in footfalls
of mountain rams and the freefall of all lost men
where oxygen is more cherished than gold
where visions tumble from red knuckled clouds
into rucksacks of the wizened who've earned them
go to where grandfather blizzard is unforgiving
go to where the air is thinnest-
Go far away from where you're at now
far from the riotous caliber crowds
devouring air so plentiful but stagnant..
go to where the visions hover forever
over deflowered graves- unvisited
where rewards are measured
in flecks of blood -star dusted breaths
where nature dances raw and graceless
go to where the air is thinnest... and live!
I grew with the cards that was dealt to me
I over grew these weeds. I pollinated the
Flower for i was deflowered in my early teens.
I grew wings and flew I transport the
Honey, I breathe my last breath of that
Contaminated O2. I deflowered that one
Who only blossomed last spring, I
Dedicated my interest in flowering
My waterless dreams.
I cover my face with the scent of Autumn
Night, I came to understand mother nature
During her first sight. I grew once upon
A time as I deflowered myself. I came
Upon a mother nature who also came
Gone without wealth.
I was handed a tank to breathe, to pollinate
The nation. So I did as so, I was granted
Permission to use my wisdom to grow. I
deflowered the garden to show the true
Meaning, I was granted permission to know
that been deflowered is the beginning.
Broken thoughts, flashbacks, and memories
Are the sad music my mind have put on repeat
And these scars engraved onto my heart cause me to weep
That short horrific moment has taken a seat within my brain
I was a beautiful young girl
Age 14, had a smooth hair
Blue eyes, golden skin
Voice sounds sweet like honey
On a cool and sunny day
I decided to take a walk by 4 PM;
Walking down the highway
I was attacked by four men
All dressed in black with face mask,
I fought with all the strength I had
Screamed for help with the last tone of my voice
Unfortunately, there was no soul to answer my call
Voice blown away by slaps, I became helpless
Thighs separate forming an angle of 120 degree
They thrust in and out of me
And left me deflowered and powerless
Lying in a pool of blood in agony
Tears frozen, voice lost
Beauty destroy, pride trashed
My world became dark forever
Condemnation, confrontation
Nasty, no-compromise nation
Protestors plentiful, a passel irruptive
Ornery out-of-towners, so disruptive
Downtowns deflowered in
Portland Chicago, Seattle
Lawless looters ~
Time to skedaddle
They called her Lily Mae Flower
Pure as a lily was she
Not to be deflowered -- tee-hee
Drought has come in the ploughing fields
Disaster has come to the matured nature
Drone of hate has deflowered the love envelope
No words bloom now in the garden of hazardous mind
Thief of hypocrisy takes birth in the veins of inhumane unkind
Yet I smile in the world of all acceptance
Smiling to me a blooming heart on mouth
02.05.2020 Chattogram
Right before the sunsets
Can I smell your flower?
Is it sweet enough to eat?
take my time when I devour?
Oozing syrup
Never bitter Never Sour
Pollen poppin like a cherry
From one who was deflowered
Plucking petals she love me
She love me not
Her Garden remains
My favorite spot
purpl'd eyes heaven
with tongue cloven
met mystic malady
embroidered ensconced epilepsy
dripping damped desires
jittery earth admires
saline liquid loitering
deflowered dusts damping
scrunched sans spooky
moistened mists melt
Jove's jumpy jets
twain trailed crest
dull disease dances
later lost traces
19:11:16:11:56
Dark night when trust is being painted and betrayed,
When young men behaved like apes on the loose,
Deflowered by six-man gang on rampage,
Trusted and confidant pal turned to ape this day,
When young men behaved like apes on the loose,
She was lured into a trap by a known friend,
Trusted and confidant pal turned to ape this day,
Mistrust! justice must be done as she's ready to kill.
She was lured into a trap by a known friend,
Deflowered by six-man gang on rampage,
Mistrust! justice must be done as she's ready to kill,
Dark night when trust is being painted and betrayed.
10-24-2019
Contest: poet's pantoum cash prize poetry contest sponsored by William Kekaula.
A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed,
A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.
9 / 15 / 2019.
Lost Love. Posted 1 / 19 / 2018.
Sponsor John Hamilton.
Second stanza of a sonnet.
Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest.
Sponsor Gregory R Barden.
BOUGAINVILLEA CITY
The city that enjoyed the floral name
Is now a transformed spectre of its past
A semi-graced decline has changed its mien
Like comely lady reaching certain age
But still today the Bougainvillea blooms
'Bougainvillea City' blossoms would abound
In graceful streets of affluence and pride
Bank halls baroque attested wealth enjoyed
But last days of boom brought vanity and fall
Yet still today the Bougainvillea blooms
Venal rulers chose antiquity disdain
Deflowered many an elegant urban scene
Tasteless vulgar outcrops broke the symmetry
Yet there remains a fading lustre at its heart
And still today the Bougainvillea blooms
With graceful flaming blossoms that conceal
Sharp prickles that will pierce unwary skin
To match the scarlet petals that abound
On streets and gardens riverside and verge
Yes still today the Bougainvillea blooms
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