• A .47 caliber pistol + my faith in humanity
• There is a severed human head
• I'm currently trying to find
How would you feel,
If you went home today
To find a strange creature
Had entered your cave
While you were away?
How would you feel,
If the door to your cave
Had been kicked in by a kid
Who just could not behave?
Would you rumble and roar
Or just rant and rave?
You would you feel,
If you looked in your bed
To find sleeping there soundly
A wee human head?
Would you be angry?
Would you see red?
How would you feel,
If some golden-haired brat
Had gobbled your supper
And shattered the chair where you always sat?
What would you do?
How would you handle that?
No one would blame you,
If you got really mad
With a dimpled-faced terror who destroyed all that you had.
That’s how many would feel, but
Isn’t it sad
That no one had taught her
How not to be bad?
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Know...Trees
The sun flatters the trees:
“Send your exquisite
growing higher! Closer to me!”
The sky invites the trees:
“Incline your branched crowns
upon my pillowing blue!”
God comforts the trees:
“I have the count of every hair
of every human head...and of
every branch and twig you loft!”
The twilight sings to the trees:
“Find peace in your sleep:
I will frame your silhouettes
before the stars!”
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(c) sally Young eslinger 1/23/21
Thanks be to God
She was born with cat ears.
So cute! Everyone lied.
Some of us felt them.
They were striped, and furry.
Odd for a human head.
Gray, pink in the middle.
“Adorable!” some of us said.
“Can they be removed?” the new grandmother asked.
Making her daughter-in-law her enemy for life.
A barber called Sweeney and Mrs Lovett
Both catch human heads inside her bucket
Cooking human head pies
With blood and eyeball fries
Each bite so tough that folks need to suck it
Lovetts life ends when Sweeney shoves her in
Grasping her hair she swigs her final gin
Heating her precisely
In bisque hot and spicy
Juice as he eats seeps over Sweeney’s chin
15th January 2019
Contest Limerick II
Sponsor Joseph May
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Contest:End January
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The Kindest Words
The kindest words are left unsaid
when by our selfish wants we’re lead
to walk away and never mention
“Thanks” for someone’s good intention.
The calmest words are left unsaid
when anger fills the human head.
‘’I’m sorry,” would erase the harm,
magic words that work a charm.
Vicious words should stay unsaid
the kind that hurtful rumors spread
“Let me tell you all that story,”
would bring a gossip no greater glory.
The cruelest words must stay unsaid
with kinder one’s placed in their stead,
like “Let me help you out. I understand.
We can make it together, hand in hand.”
The kindest words may step ahead
and all across the world be spread.
"Let's live together, under the sun
with love and peace for everyone."
9/21/17
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
21christimase, annum as gone, am still staring at the sun there, I mean down
there goes my day youth:
tendering, losing difference type of dream, imagery unfulfilled with pain and agony.
! O ribcage, catalyst of my misery why thou you follow plangent of life, a blessing, nemesis
how would i change my destiny with time, in the day of death, friend goes away when am i
ready for the next bosom war of heart, that fall fragile without no nature to pick it up.
dear poltergeistics, nonreciprocal spouse forgive my sermon impediment am a mouse.
am like a rain which fall on people plant, for more manure.............
am like a sun who shine in human, head hat....................
am like a dream thy woke up and edifice is future............
'I can feel my ticker beating, like a drum, when am sad people are like a solace to me
thou blithe of earth thy full of sorrow, tergiversate, but people try to termagant, thy way of
tilting to the face of the earth.
'I can hear the tinnitus from the Island, for thou not judge me by my sombre, cause i need a
smidgen rain to dwell my feelings.
Suffocating
Paranoia of
Incinerated
Tranquility
Insanity
Is the new infection
An epidemic
Of self annihilation
To cleanse
Our souls in our own bloodshed
A syndrome
Of the weakening human head
Out with the civilized silence
In with the barbaric violence
We’ve lost all guidance
So let's carry our torches and tridents
And kill…
…The Earth is lathered in a murderous flame
Scorch black
The crimson rivers drain; we’ve anesthetized the mind-melting pain
Let the bodies stack.
That’s it
We die in a sea of S.P.I.T.
Suffocating
Paranoia of
Incinerated
Tranquility
They prepared a squad to ambush
On hairy forests of a human head.
Things were well planned to push
The army on the murky skin-bed.
Army of Lice marched on warily
Towards the places assigned to all.
They had to peep everywhere slyly
Lest they are knocked by Fingernail.
The Larger ones are the commanders
Of this momentous Guerrilla attack.
Smalls will follow forgetting Slanders
And battle with guts, work in Pack.
They furrow the skin to make Trench
So that they can fight and stay secure.
Some would plunge in them to drench
Themselves in the blood for adventure.
These Lice have a Mission to fulfill.
They make slices of nice hair with
Their teeth of Vice like stinging Eel
Or Mice, with ruthless urge beneath.
They have attacked on the Two-footed,
Some would hide and ambush at once,
Some hang by hair until it’s uprooted.
All they do is sip, sting, cling, flounce.
The devil stared at me in hell as i came in
And i heard belch out right
"Come in lad for a pot of blood."
I shrugged my shoulders and sadly said:
"Sir Devil, i am here to pay for all my crimes."
He rang his hands and grumbled out loud:
"i know, i know! Feast a while and soon we shall come to that."
"but," is said." god will not be happy if i were instead made to enjoy hell."
The devil stared at me and smiled:
"Hell is my home and god has no say."
He gave me a mug of blood which i drank and quenched my thirst.
"Home is hell, hospitable." he said chewing a human head.
I was afraid but ate for, “home is hell, hospitable."
Soon as i was through, he called me to him and said;
"Now is the time for feast......."
And he plucked away my arm for a hearty meal..
Oh the devil...bedevil....a cunning bastard.
I merely watched to quench my fears before
And watch him taste the blood,
Before he went for my tender heart
Looking out a winter window
My eyes were focused on the snow.
A streetlight cast a yellow glow
Causing an eerie sight below.
The shadows from some barren trees
Seemed not unlike nightmarish dead
Dancing diabolically
Around a severed human head.
I rubbed my eyes and rubbed again
For what I witness can’t be real
I backed away from the cold pane
That’s when I spied a surreal
View, no doubt a clear distinction:
Aforementioned … my reflection!
A cunning ape
upon a diamond throne
tastes his apple.
Our Saturn lets loose
arrows of piercing spiritual venom.
Dominion and power
in the blood of a human head.
A complete circle
unmanifest enclosing
the devil.
Crushing all passion and pride;
A white cone
gently rolling
toward the Centre.
The disk manifests
as the One.