Harlots
Lights now off,
Yet the room stays bright—
With a lamp
Still aglow,
Chasing the dancing harlots
From pillar to post.
Contest: Spin a shardoma Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Date: June 2nd, 2025
Placement: Second
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Categories:
harlots, dance, imagery, light, metaphor,
Form: Shadorma
Long Armed Groot
A long armed Groot at the root of this fruit/
The strong alarmed the wrong loot and followed through against the coup/
Flipped script is ridiculous as I re-jiggle this penned mess/
Stripped it’s ludicrous how crude I kiss and caress this sent injustice/
Picked up this food for our crust to protrude and fizz it does just
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Categories:
harlots, adventure, analogy, art, celebrity,
Form: Rhyme
The Honesty of Harlots
Young harlot is the most honest of all
a fist of coins for a dollop of flesh
more honest than the soil and rain
that turn opera into palettes of cackle
blood blossoms sprouting from grayness.
Some Johns offer flowers or budget cigarettes.
A bouquet of mirrors and cancer-she thinks.
While she nibbles the stems off their souls
The tongue - her pungent
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Categories:
harlots, remembrance day,
Form: Shape
Kittens, Harlots and Bar Money
Ignored like morning stars
slinking-full in the belly
on the cusp of broken yards
Our yellow eyes woven together
(but not for very long).
Her litter will soon arrive
(balls o' furry fire),
playing golden harps
in the pine brush pile...
Raggedy-damp
bouncing hand to crumpled hand,
like winter harlots
and bar money...
disappearing
one
by
one-
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Categories:
harlots,
Form: Free verse
Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great
O Babylon the Great , have you yet seen your fate
that you will not enter beyond Ghenna's gate
with many voices you have scattered
all the truth that really mattered
knowledge is disguised , hidden by your lies
The web you weave to decieve
destroys all those who would believe
Century's old and centuries past
in your grip you have held fast
all
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Categories:
harlots, dedication, devotion, faith, history,
Form: Rhyme
The Harlots of Spring
The harlot maples crimson tipped nails
tap, drum, strum, and plunk;
at Aprils blasted blue sky.
Raking a wind born trail
across skeletal palms
and forearmed branches,
in a come-hither dance;
reawakening the cerulean stratus
above the dense sugar maple forest.
Sap taps a tune into tin buckets;
and, so, Spring is sprung.
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Categories:
harlots, love
Form: Personification