Swarms of worshippers agitate the Sun
Sun unleashes fire on fire
While the morning Moon pines.
Living heart sacrificed, thrust sun-ward still beating
Severed head bounces block-like down wet black steps
Tipping into the open throat of the engorged beast below
Moon unnoticed slips sideways to touch his bright edge
Sun allows her eclipse to close then silently cross
Sun-starved minions slow and stop.
Away from swarm’s gaze Sun softens and sets
While Moon cradles him.
They join beneath the horizon.
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Inspired by imagery from the film Apocalypto, where the union of Sun and Moon eclipses the horrific human drama below, evoking the inner process of individuation.
It’s misty green and blue I bleed from my eyes
And the pale moonlight watches as I tear my shirt
And jeans as I am transitioning from man to wolf
The scent of her clusters of camphire and estrus
Holy smoke and evergreen has got me howling
As the thurible is swung I'm still howling, better run
It’s midnight purple patches that I use to bandage
The wounds after necking with a vampire, in my veins
There’s a fire of passion and I can’t help myself
Ironically, I help myself anyway, to another banquet of kisses
Your porcelain skin, and my engorged eyes filled with skies
This vision let down on a silken sheet, a sight for blood red eyes
Oh the lavender sickness of vervain
And as you wait I have the musty smell of legends
To unfurl, and the crystal ball tells the future and past
Midnight purple patches and misty blue and green
Set the scene combining for this reverie of Aphrodite with arms
More arms than Shiva even Durga to pull at you
Don’t pull me under with you, my life is just beginning
Blackness, please leave me alone, I sleep in silver strands
As sleep demands and the sun is coursing over
Moonlight blushed as passion heightened
Hormones raged in aged bodies
Tongues spoke the language of moans
Fingers roamed across wrinkled plateaus
and into deep creviced valleys
Flesh was heated, engorged with anticipation...
We did not go gently into that good night
Morning found us entwined, weary and sated.
Some days have a selfish sunrise
engorged;
Hard to focus on a thing but desire,
soul stained;
I want to do whatever I want
for once;
Nobody will steal my cup today,
I’m drunk;
Today everything will materialize
en force.
God made her as his gift and she, once laid
beside the luscious, tempting limbs, acceded
to profane acts under God’s Sacred Tree
and slurped the ill-timed juice, the god-damned seed.
She gave him some; and he did not refuse
her, joining instead the mutinous ménage
against the Trinity. They tasted heaven
and in that moment bit the dust
of earth.
And now they curse: they curse the Interloper
who came and threw their timing out of joint,
spilling truth - with lies - all to seduce her;
they curse their God for what He gave them - choice.
And since that time, engorged with sweat and dust
they dread the right to choose more than their lust.
Seijaku – 8-1-24
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Seijaku
Serenity abides with tranquility
Abiding in beauty
And deep respirations of satisfaction
Ready
Alert
Overlooking tangled mazes of overlapping obligations
Labyrinths of lists -
And atonal demands.
As the sun streaks past engorged calendars
In whirly-gigs of heavy-handed chaos
The shade of tranquility
Stretches out
Looming across the face of serendipity
With the breath of the rose
The whisper of sapphire jewels
Born from oceanic bowers.
In the shadows waits
The gift of each rubric solved
Pushing aside the tyranny of over committed -
In dawns, and Aurora’s ballet in neon slippers,
The spirit dialates,
As moonlight drips from feathery boughs,
Healed from epidemics of minutes
Swallowed by a never resting pendulum.
The poet arises, even blooms,
Ignoring the cataracts of frail dreams
When hurried footsteps and clouded hearts
Still race infected by chaotic delirium
Tripping over beauty’s outstretched boughs
To see – to notice -
To embrace
Lavender, gently waiting, with amazement.
First picked Summertime cherry
Dew glimmer marble blood clot
Taut fruit platter embitters sweating cheese
Liver pate shivers jiggle jelly
Nepenthe Mountbatten hidden chicken
Lays a tablecloth festive
Red checkered rewashed faded
Season with sea swell returns faithfully
Sickle slender silver moon smile harvests
Follicle forests expanding to full
Bright verve verdancy bursting
Peril of temporal balls
Metered to melt before resuming build
Knife blade moonbeam ripens the coming crop
Basket bulge fibrous beckon buyers’ bids
When the ceremony’s over
Feasting has ceased, linen’s off
Pink penned love letters are scrunched up thrown out
Reform engorged nightcap warmed moon omen
Sun demurred eclipse naps, menopause opaque
Unborn bends branches for Mary
Dulia in bloom banquets
Written for Contest: Seven Ten
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Apple spice winds fanning the flames
of campfire stories engorged with horror;
Fevered is the air filled with such games.
Drifting away on falling leaves
crackling colors paint the ground;
Art so poignant no one grieves.
Words cover me with a slow crawl
ageless fear explodes on my skin;
I am now left in awe falling for it all.
The limerick enjoys longevity
Through wit, innuendo and brevity.
An Irish tradition,
A bawdy rendition,
Its length and girth engorged with levity.
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for the Funny Limerick - Any Theme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Tania Kitchin
written on 06/01/2022
As I walk out of the shower
my mind hastily flips
You are stood in front of me
naked and licking your lips
Thoughts run through my mind
but too many to mention
And it is quite obvious to you
that you now have my total attention
Press your sexy body close
as your lips meet mine
Tongues become entangled
the taste, sweeter than wine
Hunger in me is growing fast
and my desire simply beckons
Been far too long now sweetheart
since we've had one of these sessions
Slowly your lips work down my neck
and over my muscular chest
Mixture of sweat and goosebumps
proving you are simply the best
Tongue shoots out now
licking my torso and lower belly
Then!! as your warmth gets lower
my legs near turn into jelly
Saliva and breath titillating
nigh on impossible to ignore
Cup your head gently in my hands
as you continue to explore
Your lips are parted wide now
I can't talk, just stammer and stutter
Mouth engulfs, what is now engorged
my eyes close and I start to shudder
With lips parted we kiss once again
me, promising you same mutual feeling
With use of just my lips and tongue
you too darling, will soon be squealing
I am hooked deep inside my cavern-hanging host
replicating in cosy subterranean cell
night-time radar feeding my needful innermost
viral reservoirs overflow with gruesome gel
I slurp onto scaly creature, grimly scuttling
fissures unfold, revealing gory condominium
caged meal within a meal, proximity shuttling
re-absorbed, disturbed, unsettling equilibrium
I emerge, swimming 'Trojan' in moisture flowing
aqueous channel opening, internal organ-treat
indulged, engorged, rapacious appetite growing
coughed-up bipedal phlegm, damp cold air to greet
I am scooped again, adjacent cloth, nearby skin
bodies pressing, heavy breath, compulsive sneeze
defences haemorrhage, weakened corpses grin
death is killing me, wretched repulsive wheeze
I seep through porous mask and sweating gland
my time is spent, havoc wrought, no place to go
anti-bodies gathering, hostile hordes at hand
I am oblivion but still have many names to know
Dance begins: “Marry Me?”
Two bound eternally.
Intertwined in engorged throws.
Promises forged. Blood flows.
Familiar tune.
He cradles. She bows.
Resplendent vows: “I Do.”
7.14.2017
As They Danced Incognito
From where I sat that night in 1971,
I could see in the distance south LA,
Lit up like grounded stars in black mud;
As a rude wind brushed up against me,
I saw you wearing navy blue with black shoes.
You were at the Roxy with my best friend.
Making out in the back row with popcorn and ice.
Tears of rage filled the ego ducts for two dark hours.
Then Broten visited, sitting distant under crushed stars,
My young earth, shattered in haphazard fragments,
You flitted like a engorged fly away from me, and us,
Your silent watchings and downward betrayals then,
Killed whatever love-embraces connecting our moving souls,
Our bodies, always lying clenched and breathing in a tangle, your
Milk chocolate cupcakes set before me in the naked candlelight,
With salty, salivating tongue-lickings bringing you to rise in my arms.
We lay with spent emotions in the dark room with doors closed.
Now we exit the bricks and the mortar to spy on the seven sisters,
As they dance above incognito in the cold firmament of trackless time.
“I wish someday to go to sleep and not wake up in the morning.”
Sometimes the Dead
by Michael R. Burch
Sometimes we catch them out of the corners of our eyes—
the pale dead.
After they have fled
the gourds of their bodies, like escaping fragrances they rise.
Once they have become a cloud’s mist, sometimes like the rain
they descend;
they appear, sometimes silver like laughter,
to gladden the hearts of men.
Sometimes like a pale gray fog, they drift
unencumbered, yet lumbrously,
as if over the sea
there was the lightest vapor even Atlas could not lift.
Sometimes they haunt our dreams like forgotten melodies
only half-remembered.
Though they lie dismembered
in black catacombs, sepulchers and dismal graves; though they have committed felonies,
yet they are us. Someday soon we will meet them in the graveyard dust
blood-engorged, but never sated
since Cain slew Abel.
Until we become them, O, let us steadfastly forget them, even as we know our children must.
In sync with your cadence
Your heart pounds
Your blood as hot as your rubber
Every molecule so engorged
Sweat alone separates you from your chrome
While you peel off a spoke fine line
Through rush hour traffic
Tearing a strip off of death
High
On a deadline
04/07/2019
Your Amphetamine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin
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