strongest cloven fiend
a face adored by Venus
beautiful bestial body
so loved by God in Genesis
take the crimson string
tied upon his velvety hide
red thread cuts the skin
ankles bound for the ride
hoisted on the mantle
an all engulfing spiral
upon pearlescent horns
blackish fur of desire
dark red heart
beating at his side
a full blooded kiss
could never be denied
If corrupt decide,
Corrupt wherever he goes,
Full blooded inside.
A full-blooded Patriot am I, count on it.
I shall not bend a knee, to blatant hypocrisy!
No fool am I, to believe false narratives.
Nor will I be forever, mask- oppressed.
Isolation and alienation, were Hitler's call.
In my nation, fear will end, once and for all.
Rise up, Patriots~ not to be hypnotized
by Marxism's siren call!
8/13/2021
4pm PST
The full blooded body of wine, “is it Wine”?
Stains your already deep Rose lips
Through the green of the glass vessel,
Behind the dying flame of wax, I see you.
Wine stains your dress and lips;
While your lips stain my heart and memories
Our hearts bleed others red blood; the red blood!
Which stains our hands into eternity?
Your hands touch my lips; my lips stained with blood
We sip once again the staining wine,
Two streams trickle but never touch,
Even the sunlight now glows red,
But never casts our shadow
And the box remains un-opened,
Long is the awakening sleep for Transparent Vampires.
I, born of the Cherokee man,
As their mothers and fathers were,
No blending to erase because of race,
I, a full-blooded Cherokee man.
Raised by a white man,
Without Cherokee blood.
Grew old in my blood,
Memories not told.
Known by the Tribe as a white guy,
With Cherokee blood,
Known by the white guy,
As a full Cherokee Man.
Moving forward I wed,
A full Cherokee woman,
Our children, raised by the Tribe,
My ancestry is alive.
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Let´s meet the happy-go-lucky man;
full-blooded,
neither craven nor valiant,
taking life as it comes with a touch of indifferent air,
good-humored, easy-going,
careless and not jealous.
Just It wouldn´t be bad to beam him a bit of mundane grandeur to be a perfect partner.
If it was not because...
We are actually referring to a dummy
Chants Of The Palm Fruit Eaters--CM
I ate the palm fruits midst, my folks,
Delight in sounds we made.
The gourd chants to our ancestors,
It binds our souls with theirs.
I delight, despite echoes, bounce,
Midst, the palm fruits, eats I.
Of gourd chants to our ancestors,
Sits quietude, but I.
“… an alien life, a life unlived, not lively, hardly ours.”
***In the 60's, full-blooded Hawaiians numbered under 2,000--I venture naught, what our numbers are today, but I am the last survivor of 4 bloodlines. The impetus of my return to Hawaii, leaving my family in the States, to be with my buried descendants.
2019 August 23
*1st Place*
CHOOSE AN OCTAVIO PAZ LINE
~~nette onclaud
Full blooded they appear
Speaking with my voice, the words I’d say
Those dreams, the dreams of the dead
Seem so satisfying, until they talk.
We, the phantoms of our fantasies
Drift like jet trails; scarring skies
Words etched by inkless pens
Waiting, always awaiting.
The Poet adores that void
Where they frame their thoughts by the stars
And recreate Byzantium
But behind that void
Awaiting, always waiting
There are echoes
Who’ll only answer us, as us.
"One of the Boys"
One of those tote carrying
cardholdin' members
Levi jeans wearing
tobacco can imprinted
baseball cap with the
accessorized fishhook in it
An ol' southern boy
who likes his toys,
his Jim Bean and Roy
argues over Ford or
Chevrolet.
Pick-up truck lifted
windows non tinted
Shoots his guns
proper like,
and tilts his hat when
he tells a lady goodnight
You might think I was talkin
about a full blooded red neck
but that'd be your own
misconception
Color was never mentioned
just the ends and outs of
a southern description
See sometimes city boys
read a little Mark Twain
and watch a little Andy Griffith too
So don't put color where it don't belong
this here write is just proof,
we need more than eyes to see
the wonder of our humanity.
Now pass some of that whisky
and describe your definition
of black to me.
Bet it can't be described
by just one color.
'The Pianist and the Senorita'
Of tobacco and perfume was her scent,
She of beauty without relent,
She of soul full-blooded,
In body and spirit,
My immortal beloved.
For her I compose
Sonatas and nocturnos,
In the hope my strings and hers will entwine,
So that my heart I may consign
To her, the Spanish seductress, comely by design.
I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits
in delicious, full-blooded glory; its bursting
breast is buoyed by a soul flush and filled
which barely contains the flesh of fertilitiy's spores.
O Gaia, O Goddess, I long for those days
of iniquitous youth when freedom meant
free from every constraint to play with Satyrs
and Fauns of forest and field as we chase
after Nymphs with bright light still shinning
the sun's youthful truth in their golden fair hair.
I long to follow the arterial, blood-sap flow
of rivers that constantly nurse the infantile hungers
of ravenous earth; then join the beauty Europa
as naked she throws her thin white ivory arms
around God's muscular neck while he absently strokes
the first flush of pink on her pale white breast.
Our Congress has been overlooking
The wisdom of old Granny Lu-Ching
She was full blooded Chinese
And said, "Beware strange foods please
Of crooks that won't eat their own crooking!"
Timothy I. Brumley
I'm facing hard times here let me explain
I almost lost the love of my life last night
and I almost feel ashamed
I can say it's all good but, really it's not
I'm a poet like no other so how can I lyrically stop
I won't I can't there's a good enough reason
that I could close my eyes and literally stop breathing
I'm a homicide away from a full blooded heathen
and a head shot away from me seeing Jesus.
Pain is Love & Love is Pain
what's the difference, I'm still suffering
from this emotional rain
If you feel lost in what I'm saying then let me explain
I always felt alone but now
my emotions are kinda hard to maintain
Time after time life gets a little bit harder
but what doesn't kill me makes me a little bit stronger
why do I continue to endure this pain
for a little bit longer
why do I put up with life why do I even bother.
A full blooded goddess that's what you are
Raised in Mt. Olympus that's very far
Endowed with an endless beauty and wit
I am asking you not to let me fall in a lovers pit
Oh goddess of love in you hands is where love grows
you catch the piece of love my heart throws
Just to make it whole again
As if it has never been broken
Hear me, oh Venus
May this plea reach Mt. Olymp[us
Through your lofty towers where love dwells
You would hear me sing like a lovely bells
If only I was born with a silver spoon
Then maybe the love you sent will be a boon
But then i was not born with a golden face
That is adored by the whole human race.
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