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The Jungle Untamed

“Wilderness has at once a mysterious beauty and horror entwined within. Human mind also harbours wild urges and benign emotions. When wild urges take precedence, life becomes an untamed jungle”  ~ By Poet


The jungle sprawls hauntingly scary
Where light  and shadows together dance.
        Here the wind howls fiercely
Thickets and thistles grow wild
Creepers twine around trees. 
Branches of trees droop in disarray,
Blocking the paths and obstructing entry.
    
      Under jagged rocks and holes,
Snakes crawl and rodents flee.
The ominous hoot of owls rent the air.
The rocky boulders in dim light look so monstrous.
Leopards and tigers roam free looking for prey
Their carnivores urge, hidden under their soft paws.

From hideouts, raptors and beasts come to the open. 
    Screeching bats keep flying overhead 
Here in this dark grove, light seldom falls
There is a morbid silence, interrupted
By howls of predators and screams of the preyed.

Is not our world too, a wild untamed jungle
Where wolves roam ready to pounce, ready to strike!

UNBURIED

Dead dreams deserve a burial,
But where do I bury them?
My peeving heart-It is way too heavy,
My disappointed eyes-they are weary,
Cherished memories - I really haven’t any,
Art isn’t my cup of tea.
Nor can I write poetry
Neither is my juggled mind ready.

Dead dreams deserve a funeral.
But how do I mourn them?
Bleed my heart or tie a knot,
Drink my tears or bawl eyes out,
Crush memories or leave them to rot,
pent up emotions or express my thought,
wander my mind or get it to dot.

Dead dreams are hauntingly ethereal,
But where do they dwell?
They linger in heartbeats,
in thoughts left to swell
Not lost, not vanished,
but drifting in air—In echoes of poetry,
in art laid bare.

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Blight

Blight,  

Growing,  

Toxic seeds  

Festering deep  

Within cracking souls,  

Shaded beneath blackthorn,  

Watered by innocent's tears,  

Blooming like demonic cancer,  

Thriving on infinite misery,  

Dissolving veils between conflicted worlds.  

Faltering, earth trembling, Demi-Gods raise  

The pyres of hellfire, hauntingly glow,  

Among backdrops festering hate.  

Eerie silhouettes reflect  

A macabre ballet—  

Twirl, twist, contort sin.  

Sulfuric rain  

Snuffing out  

Hope's rays.  

Blind.

A Haunting Echo

“When the owl sings, the night is silent.” – Charles de Leusse

The midnight darkness starts to settle over the river bay
As a great horned owl glides across searching for its prey
The moon illuminates the hungry raptor's wings in flight
As his screeches hauntingly echo along the river tonight

Echoes of the silent shore

The skies teased me
By thrusting me on a silent shore
Filled with petals of red roses
Fragranced so deliciously
That in their hue
All I could hear was love's banter
As he played and tugged at my cold composure

The skies teased me
In that the shore was empty
Other than me
There was not a soul there
Not even the love for whom my heart pined

And when I shouted out his name to the vast ocean
Hoping that somehow the waves will reach him
And cool his whims down
I only met with echoes of my own voice
Which produced a hauntingly eerie ethos!

I waited for the echoes to be over
Hoping that when they would be no more
Love would come to me, on a raft
And grab me, pull me close to drown me
In the whirlpool of his passionate desires
But the shore remained empty and silent
As if waiting for me to call out his name
So as to become alive, echoing my heart's longing!

Resolute, I chose to sit and wait
In silence, enjoying the sight of lapping waves
As if I were submerged in a meditative trance
Knowing that the skies always show the end of the tunnel
For those who believe in them!

MENTAL TELEPATHY

When I have filled your brain to orgasmic capacity
The music fades the worries, of another day
Softly, let me slip back into the depths of your mind
We slowly flow to the rhythm of the beat
To hauntingly linger for an eternity
When I'm four hundred, thought years from your mind
The feelings we have, will meet someday, until then
A vision from a distance, our kisses are precious memories
We were not strangers, having met somewhere before
And choreographed this perfect dance

Author: Floyd Neal
Date: May 2014
Inspiration: Dreams

Over Time

Love is a bloom of purity and vigor
that becomes a new world far bigger

and engulfs our hearts over time
starts small then begins to climb

as we search the eyes to discover
we'll find we have found a lover

a hauntingly beautiful face
to fill our soul's lonely space

with a warm joyous light
on lover's wings, we'll take flight

to seek our fortune and treasure
through the years we'll weigh and measure

What Would You Do?

Picture yourself in a room
Full of everything you love
Everything you need
Everything you desire

Now imagine the room filling with snakes
Or spiders or slime or fog
Whatever makes you choke
Whatever drives you mad
Whatever it is, it's filling the room
Covering your items
Crawling up your legs
Despite your best efforts
You cannot wipe it off your items
You cannot exterminate it at all
Day by day, your heart sinks into the mess

One day, you notice a door
On the other side of the room
Clear of the mess
A way out of the fear
You can make out a sign on the door
"You may enter this door once
It will disappear behind you
Only once. Only you."

The sign is disappointing, sure
But all of life has its conditions
It's pro and con, yin and yang
Picking the least evil.

What's worse?
To leave all it is that you love?
Or to watch as it's corrupted?
To watch pollution spread
Until you can't look anymore?
To walk into the unknown?
Or to stare at the hauntingly familiar?

The choice is yours. 
What would you do?

Elegy of the moon

One day the moon is another place, a mid flotsam 
     nightmare of titanic is another passion of a haunting 
  ho?. 
  When I imagine something it worries me much, whether 
   the moon is prone or vulnerable like a science or car's 
 or like cat or dog that sometimes walk west or north 
   or raise or groom them?. 
  One day the moon is hither or thither or gal glassing
 and then something is shadowing or clattering like atom
  let say in Mars?-  and still the fact that sometimes 
  my country is like the moon worries me so?, for who 
   will pass a leaning on somehow Monrovia shard or 
  anyhow draw?, or a sort of cell low?, or hunting tonight?. 
 One day the moon intermingling tell us why and what is 
 trespassing- our words  like sacredness - truth - dream - 
  justice - power - politics - are no longer holding or 
      brotherly, lest shatter or wither or weather -  hauntingly?.

Love on the Dark Side

You senselessly hurt me,
     Then, demand I do not cry.

You frustrate me,
     Then, unsympathetically, punish my display of anger.

You ridicule me,
     Then, taunt me when I strive to win your approval.

You swear long-standing tribal love and protection,
     Then, crush my small, unprotected heart with indifference.

You set impossible goals,
     Then, painstakingly dismantle my ego.

You demonstrate blatant distain,
     Then, draw me inside your dark, secret circle.

You demand the obscene use of my disempowered sheath,
     Then, discard the confused Soul indwelling.

Who taught you how to love on the Dark Side?

Were you not once also a child,
     Alone, and frightened in the whispering darkness?

Did you not once also smile, laugh and sing?

Who taught you to hide your innocence,
     In the filmy guise of unrequited bravery?

A young female child cries hauntingly,
     In the background of my dreams.

If children learn what they live,
     Who taught you to love on the Dark Side?


Chula Fleming© 10/16 2016

Ode to the White Raven

Custodians of ancient wisdom
Omens on wings of white
Symbols of transformation
Graceful watchers in flight

Harboring all the secrets
the creative and destruction
Protectors of the buffalo
Warning of the hunters

Beauty in white feathers
Mutation of genetics
Messengers of Apollo
Hauntingly prophetic

It's said that when you see one
"We'll know humanity as a whole
is shifting towards one of peace"
The white Raven
Mother Earths Soul.

silent cathedral

My shadowed heart a silent cathedral
Only abandoned asylum have ground
Oh twilight lady fingers made of ravens
Carrying all the forgotten memories, unspoken dreams
Haunted church bell rings, the darkest emotion in me
Sitting on fallen leaves under craziest grave for the death
My feet on the suicide forest, birds die for nonstop mourning
Thick air with the oxygen of ancient trees
Toxic breathe !
My spell touches each thing to turn them ash
Isn't it attractive that i am all the depression and turmoil?
Hauntingly beautiful that's why you are still reading this poem
Welcome to the silent cathedral !

Aja

From the valley of a lone Victor,
Hope bloomed on mornings dew,
Carrying promises of a brighter sun,
In echoes of joy and persistent smile.

Here he comes, draped In night’s shroud ,
Messenger of silent, gusty winds,
Challenging the ‘criers to a falsehood
as Gossips' tales, recounted long.

Beneath motherhood's heavy song,
Tears freeze in pain's tender gaze,
Bearing burdens, frail long lays,
In ceaseless lays,  finding no solace.

The reaper's pact, at dawn's first light,
His price, a debt, oft collected,
In twilight's shade, no trace in sight,
For dawn alone, his scythe erected.

Hope, a melody hauntingly sweet,
Fading to shadows with each passing lay,
Echoes lingering , a symphony complete,
At thresholds, betraying their way.

Strength spent in fields of toil,
Make rue of Harvests reaped in thorns,
the farmer returns with his aging hoe,
In cycles old, he pursues another toil.

CLERIHEW ecphrasis X

Edward Hopper so realistic
with art hauntingly mistique
Scernes so ful of paradox
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