Lair Poems

Plight of the Wight

Never again to know fresh air,
Combing worms from my matted hair.
No one remains who’d ever care —
Tied to my grave, this lonesome baire.
I must escape the sun’s harsh glare,
Tread carefully down crumbling stair,
Descend into my crypt just there,
Where I sit alone in dark despair.
Upon my ancient worm-eaten chair,
Inside my vaulted charnel house lair,
Such a sad

Serpent’s Lair

How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair
a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips
where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush—
rum on the rocks spices the red bed of your taste buds
libation temptation whets my wish like a knife on stone
medieval my want to stir my tongue in your firewater

my fingers a

foul lair

dog and I sit in the lair
we ate chili, foul odor in the air
both of us gamey, but we don’t care
this cave is foul, just ask the bear

Bevans' lair

Bevans' lair....

You're in Bevans lair,
a place of disrespect,
You'll find it heaven there,
if you've lost your lives respect.
It's really hell beware,
don't take that fateful step,
I wouldn't want to be you now, I'm telling you.

You've gone and bitten off,
more than you can chew,
C'mon,
c'mon,
what did you do?
Why did you take that path you choose?
I gave you others,
yet you

Hibernation

Fearless Excavation!
Dirt flies into the air.
Turtle Devastation, 
As he digs a muddy lair.

Mindful Contemplation.
Winter weather is quite near.
Springtime Fascination
Is when turtle reappears.

WINTER'S LAIR

A subtle breeze hints gently to remember
It’s nothing personal it’s just September
Basking in the fresh of cooling air

She takes the stage on cue it is her way
Reminding you to cherish every day
For soon their edge may be so much less fair

Yet, do we praise the beauty of her realm
Succumb to cooling winds, concede the helm
Set

The lair of the shark queen

beware of the lair of the shark queen
she watches you 
keen
to have revenge on your kind
once she's made up her mind there's no turning back
so watch your back
beware of the lair of the shark queen
her teeth are as sharp as her mind
beware of the lair of the shark queen

Lair Lair Pants On Fire

Alas I wander with wounds of love
Thy heart has melted my wick burnt out
No fire to kept my body warn, I am lost
Take heed these lips have grown cold
The milling of my soul will never be filled
Now dripped from my Spirit with emptiness
Gone you have become from sight
Tears of fear I hold within this mind
There

In the Dragon's Lair

A majestic beast
lives inside a cave.
Sleeping there by day,
soaring high each night.
Red eyes burning bright.

A fire breather,
hunting for prey
with a loud roar
in tales and lore.

I saw him
as he slept
when I crept

in the
dragon's

lair.


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Mischellanias Lair

Mishellania’s lair was not like anyone else’s that I know.
It was a mystical place full of magic, in the sea, deep and far below.
There were treasures that she had found from many wrecked ships.
I saw some of the items, but with other things, I only saw blips.

Mischellania’s lair was so far away from the shore,

Ingenio's Lair

What genius can thus inspire,
the mind will never know

It takes more than a thought conceived,
to go where visions go

Angkor Wat or Taj Mahal, 
we only stand in awe

And wish to go from whence they came
—the artists Shangri La 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Fallen Leaves Have No Winter Lair

I watch as roaring winds accost
withered leaves that would soon be lost.
Branches, once laden green, beware ~
November will strip your limbs bare.
Your clothes swept to the muck and mire,
raked onto their funeral pyre.

Wet from drizzling rain, they are tossed,
weeping, as if they had been glossed.
A windswept death does not seem fair.
It fills me with grief

Angels Lair

You pluck an Angel from the heavens
And lure her to your lair
Assuring her of passion
Assuring her safety there

You light the world on fire around her
Watching her as she dances
In the flames of your promises
Embers of forever and 2nd chances

You never let a flame touch her
Always protecting her with care
Is this fire going to burn her?
Only

As Viewed From a Bat's Lair

I fly out of my lair
  to land in your hair
You brush me off
  as if I weren't there

Yet now you're infected
  though you've not suspected
corona flu injected
  no symptoms detected

You've invaded my home
  stripped the land of my food
I'd have left you alone
  'cept for your turpitude

Of rural

A Vixen's Lair

A Vixen's Lair

Her front room was a simple setting with
no arts of distractions but a purposed
barren white wall in a circular room.

Two simple chairs that sat opposite of
each other with a centered round table
and tea set-up with a plate of baked goods.

Three doors, the main front, the kitchen, and the
restroom, an arched curtained draped hallway

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