Jugular Poems | Examples


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Premium Member Jugular notch

Hooked onto the jugular notch
is a ray of light under God’s watch,
that soul’s ascent ego may not botch.

Noticing the happenstance reoccur,
with bliss magnetism we concur,
as nodes within, in joy purr.

Premium Member Jugular notch

Jugular notch sounds a bliss beat
Forehead gridlines entwine
Our Lord at the crown takes His seat
Spinal implants align

Without thought commotion
With utmost devotion
We sip soma potion

Presence keeps watch
Jugular notch

Premium Member Jugular Notch

Jugular notch, the connector
Between our head and heart
It’s the love communicator
Where soul journey does start

Vishuddha chakra wheel
Manifests bliss appeal
For pure hearts full of zeal

In stillness watch 
Jugular notch

31-October-2021
Quietus


Premium Member Conversion

Conversion

Leopard, jugular eyed, silent,
did you pause to rest too long?
See how she pulls you about her throat
how lightly you rest upon her shoulders.
Upon what missionary did you feed
that you should be so converted?

Sometimes

Yes sometimes
Intoxication take residence 
In the heart
I drink
From Love's tarven
And lose myself into its Holy grail
Like fish in oceans
Sometimes
Yes!
I want you closer
As a ring to the finger
Thorns to the rose
Closer!
Yes
And hide from judging eyes
Like blood in jugular veins.

Premium Member Jerusalem, the Jugular - Part Three

I carried on to butcher with precision and pride for 5 hours
saving the lives of a Centurion and 6 other Brothers,
and rescued the Standard of Legio V Macedonica from being burned,
I actually sealed my chin wound with the hot metal of the Standard,
for these acts of valor I was awarded the Corona Civica, and a lifetime of  " Night Terrors ",
sometimes I think I died in the ruins of Jerusalem,
sometimes I feel like I'm still there, fighting for the taste of honor or for the " smell of blood "
many of the captured Jews were used as slave labor to construct the Collosium,
we made a death sport arena of Jeruselum,  but there were no spectators cheering
no audience to applaud the agony of two cultures in a death match,
maybe we are all meant to be gladiators, fighting to make noble graves and pyres -

J.A.B.

These three poems, intended to be one composition, have been entered into the
Roman Legion Contest to honor Ancient Rome and the Poet who sponsered
this historic subject matter.


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