Hanging Queen.
The killer Queen's serpentine glean
Like a field of sunflowers:
Smell of gunpowder filled with gelatine.
Medicine and melancholy, wound-filled barley.
Bloodbound fairground, glassware drowned.
Lovely scent oils, from mouth of poison gas,
Rise brightly, scream, and vaporize.
Advise, lullabies that paralyze, frozen in time.
Drinks with lime, sip of crime, all despise.
Lip rose-red, of blood meadows, red skies.
Tonight snows, clearing for the hanging full of flies.
Skies of lies, laughs to cries—
The uprising, the ending of terror.
Bring the Queen into her own clearing,
Into the passing.
BAKED ALASKA GRINNED THROUGH THE SNOWY WINDOW,
CREPE-SUZETTE NICELY SAT ITSELF ON A FANCY PLATE BELOW,
NEW YORK CHEESECAKE WAS FIT AND STRAIGHT FROM QUEENS,
STICKY TOFFEE PUDDING CLUNG ITSELF WHATEVER THAT MEANS.
THE LADY CHEF WITH THE COOKING CAP WRESTLED WITH SPUN SUGAR,
WHICH WRAPPED ITSELF AROUND HER GENEROUS BOSOM THUS FAR;
ORANGE PUDDING WAS SET IN ITS WAYS, GELATINE HAD GOOD DAYS,
STRAWBERRY GATEAU EASED ITS WAY BETWEEN LIPS MOST WAYS.
IT WAS CLOSED ON A SUNDAE BUT OPEN AGAIN ON MONDAY,
YOU COULD SEE THE LADY WITH THE CAP CHASING PANCAKES AWAY,
THE CREAM IS BETTER HERE - NONE OF THAT SLOPPY THIN STUFF,
YOU KNEW AFTER ALL THE 'SLIP AND SLIDE' - YOU'D HAD ENOUGH.
CHOCOLATE RAN DOWN THE SIDE OF FRUIT, STAND AND STARE,
THE COATING WAS ENOUGH - I'VE ALWAYS LIKED A NICE PEAR.
An oyster can go very fast attached to a piece of string. But a ping pong ball in a car can drive over a sealed jar many many times. Now raise a glass to a glazed grass cake for grass cakes are neither grass snakes nor gradual global gelatos eating a gelatine sponge. Now travelling within a dome can be as exciting and as questionable as queuing to purchase rattles for a little calf. In a market then. Great. Question not the ideological wisdom of a nine trail snail caravan. Hahahaha and the rest of the leaves are barking at the papers of the world. Xxxxx climatological zzzzz at a quaternion to a quaterised quirky quip. Z
(How Dare!)
Hate and jealousy have no dimensions
Calm I appeared for none to suspect
A nuclear bomb had blasted me apart
The adrenalin had evaporated
My eyes were like veiled magnesium balls
My nostrils were polluted with the air of jealousy
My heart inflated and deflated like a lost gas balloon
Realised I was a grainy sandy mountain of strength
Gathered my broken bones joined them
With the delusion of sweet gelatine
Settled my hairy antennas and stitched my ripped wits
Set my mental clock right to hear my ticking pulse
Turned back the pages to re-read the cause of this
Atomic disaster. Funny how complacency and
Underestimating every opponent as a friend
Had mutilated my whole being. My words
Uttered, my plans imbibed and carried away my
Yearned for prize froze my ulcered voice
Haunting silently, 'How dare!'.
HONOURABLE MENTION
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
Contest: My Most Read Contest
Sponsor: Jerry T. Curtis
The kissed words hung, the suddenly dropped;
The bombshell landed, the beseiged heart stopped,
The halted breath in th winded lung,
The senses numbed until they stung,
The splintering pain of the shattering knock,
The quivering, shivering, shuddering shock,
The boiling, roiling rock in the gut,
The ties that bind irrevocably cut,
The savage cleaving into two from one,
The sinking of the spirit, the setting of the sun,
The gelatine limbs, the hows and whys,
The feeble attempts to disguise the lies,
The fizzing tears that render me blind,
The awesome, crushing weight off my mind.
Pine Seed
Don't forget
it's clay
that learned how to
soak itself and wrap
in gelatine.
It opened
secret compartments
in it's glue
to do its
quiet, private
oozes.
While all night queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade,
Behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made;
A painted girl with flaxen curl has plied again her trade
And now the care within her stare has turned a darker shade.
Her lack of guile and parting smile are cutting like a blade.
And these open spaces
fill these empty faces
Although they remain unwanted
Forcing it down on me
The river runs wide
Into narrow streams
Leaves fading down
cutting the world like a gelatine
Leaves breaking the silence
Leaving it's mother to arise
Instead plummeting to earth
Floating only to become wet
Drifting into a mystery
Drowning with waters running wild
Not knowing where it ends
For mothers gaurd is missing
Faces running dry
Cracking while they cry
Looking around for some relief
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