Long for the tender tormenting touch of her slips, a vermillion vice of the abyssal depths that lay within the merest brush of her breath, a zephyr's caress that set aflame the parched arid landscapes of my wasteland as sighs hollow echoes whispered promises grew, the inferno of my longing raged, a maelstrom of need that threatened to consume all reason, all restraint in the swirling crimson vortex of those velvets, the boundaries of our recurrent reality grew tenuous, and the tyranny of the flesh held sway as the flexuous uncharted curves of your caress became the acid test of my resolve, dissolving the fragile, varnished veneer of self control, as the confinement of thy desires began to dissolve like gossamer under the scorching waxen sun of ardent, copious passion.
As we entwined, visceral privilege awoke, like hydras flourishing in some foresworn elixir, every casual respite yawned vacant, sucked into the vampiric vortices of intolerably testy discontent.
How provoking, this postponement of unbound reciprocity, tongue just grazing the tips of those plush velvet onyx lips, while catalyzing inveigling suspense
Categories:
hydras, dark,
Form: Prose
Berenices and Arcturus
We're inspired.Hydra spoke
new words that tickled there
fancy.
Creation recreates , creation
The sources of which is
Sourced.
We are the materials with origins
Sourced by our own meeting,
gathered truths seeding like
sourced stones.
The things we know and those
things we don't know, hyperthermolly
speaking. They asked does Booted
stand in the Hydras of Ursa's pouring
To have us to believe the big dipper
and the little dipper faced one
another to create the precious stones
of envy. Jewels fashioned from the
Minds of artisans?
Categories:
hydras, art, beauty, business, color,
Form: Crystalline
Handsomely heroic
Half human heavyweight
Hera hates, harries him
Hacks hideous hydras
Hunts horrid Hades hound
Hippolyta heister
Hitches honey, Hebe
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For the “Greek mythology” Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by Joseph May
Syllables checked with HowManySyllables.com
Written on 02/25/2022
Categories:
hydras, mythology,
Form: Pleiades
Twelve royal labors, you faced each challenge hard and mean.
Claimed delicate favors; made good on stripping a warrior queen.
Amazon rider, you jump her bareback as you please.
You get soul deep inside her with the pretty lady on her knees.
You’re never idle, vanquishing lions, and hydras of course.
With harness and bridle, spurring Hippolyta on like a horse.
Amazon rider, you’re just a big shot bully boy.
Sitting firmly astride her is the only thing you enjoy.
Don’t you get tired of being such a tool of the gods?
So self-admired in parlous quests against the odds.
Amazon rider, I have to say I’m not impressed.
You're a cornered spider spinning your ego’s manifest.
Categories:
hydras, allegory, bullying, mythology,
Form: Lyric
Hellboy has encountered the following paranormal entities (and alike)...
Aliens
Beasts
Creatures
Demons, dragons, devils
Erinyes, elves
Fairies
Gods, giants, ghosts, ghouls, golems
Humanoids, huntsmen, hydras
Idiots
Jerks
Killers
Leprechauns
Mutations, mummies, monsters
Nazis
Oracles
Phantoms
Querents
Ra, Heliopic Brotherhood of
Shapeshifters, spirits, skeletons
Trolls
U - n/a
Vampires
Werewolves, witches, worms, warlocks
X - n/a
Y - n/a
Zombies
Categories:
hydras, appreciation,
Form: List
Frankenstein was hosting a tea party,
Of which I was happy to attend.
With goblins, ghosts and golems,
And other ghoulish friends.
The party started just at midnight,
But everyone showed up late...
Dragons brought some stolen treasure,
And Dracula brought the dates.
Witches prepared a magical stew,
And mummies brought the napkins.
Giants barreled in the grog,
And then you'll never guess what happened...
Demons danced with the fairies,
And hydras did party tricks.
Erinyes played cards with aliens,
And trolls drank the punch getting sick!
Then came in the man of the hour,
Frankenstein's own monster.
He happily did the moonwalk,
While werewolves performed a concert.
And then there was me, a human,
With nothing special to be...
Outside of having one simple question,
Where was the tea?
4-September-2021
Categories:
hydras, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
The spiritual quest to explore,
the theory of mind and its score.
Parallels of circumstance,
testing the intellect to advance.
Narratives on individual psychology,
complexity of thought throughout history.
Considerations beyond the bound of tale,
the struggle to survive as soul cannot fail.
Emotional depth of sea that inspire,
trusting matters of the experiences dire.
Epic psychology and its dilemma,
Cyclopes and Hydras forever.
The story of love that waits,
mutual recognition and opening,
the golden gates.
Categories:
hydras, strength,
Form: Ballade
Woe betide lower men who fickle facades embrace
And wit’s hard-won gold for shifting dross exchange;
Dubbing avarice-sired glosses exquisite gems pure,
With obscuring eyes decimating solid worth's range.
With their own ears they cannot first-hand hear,
And gauge if wild grapevines solid realities say;
There's always standard hearsay in each sphere,
That defines world’s weightier subjects of the day.
It's the stark lack of depth in these artless geeks
That hatches and pupates corporate hydras’ fads:
Gimmicks-iced shenanigans to sate whims of cads;
Lie-tipped rackets hymned by classist parrot beaks.
They're the distant acquaintance who moans louder
Than the actual first-bereaved's grief-laden shoulder.
You behold the fairy eye riled by wetting garlic wafts,
That gives its tear to one unhurt by the vexing shafts.
Methinks all existence and its rigged veneers would have ceased,
If the few manipulating hucksters on its skewed stage so pleased!
Categories:
hydras, conflict, discrimination, fashion,
Form: Didactic
That love of nature
made me eagerly explore
everything that was truly beautiful;
and hiking in those dense woods,
its secret wasn't to be kept...
I had no name for the wild-flowers,
only for the hydras along a brook,
but the unicorn plants
didn't seem to belong there...
As I went deeper into it,
even my footsteps echoed
through an air of suspense;
and the vulnerable shrikes
fled from the voltures,
so did the accipiters
seeking out the help of the eagles,
undaunting eagles gone to the sunny skies...
Adventure,in the truest sense of the word,
was a passion I couldn't renounce...
and it came to life through search and silence;
and who could be feeling alone in the wild,
when the harmonious sounds responded
to a curious and intuitive mind?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
hydras, nature
Form: Narrative