Long Abdomen Poems

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Take Me Away, Alive Or Awake Part 1

Take me Away, Alive or Awake
by ~CrimsonSmolder

In the lands of consumption 
On the edge that is so narrow 
Take me away; alive or awake 
Take me away; by force or compulsion 
Oh malicious being you..
Capture me whole and breathing 
Drug me high 
And pain me less
And you shall gain 
What other lacked to impress
In a room so velvet 
Blood is mistaken for carpet 
Curtains turn to shadows
Take me there; Alive or awake
Lay me down on a bed of roses 
In a dress of scarlet and pale light black 
With hair so curly that shines solid lust 
Where candles are lit and halos are exposed
Drug me high 
To pain me less
As I stare in those passionate eyes of black 
Genuine, yet unveiling
As the drug gives me nausea but keeps me awake
I Lay so still, so wordless
As you rid me from my clothes slowly and gently 
And I just stare into those exquisite eyes of yours
Lashes as dark and long
I stare onto that black soft hair 
As it falls perfectly to all sides
That built muscular rigid torso and lean abs 
That open shirt of yours waiting for the skin to expose
You put yours hands to my sides 
Tough yet it feels so soft
As you enter me whole
Introducing feelings of excitement, of tension, of delight 
Yet I still lay motionless and still 
With eyes so indifferent 
And a heart beating so fast 
And yet you pause, and produce a dagger
Hidden in thee black silk 
Its poison, peering silver, visible at the hilt
I notice, but no reaction follows
You pierce me lightly in the neck and breast 
Slipping it lightly, yet in some places deeper into the skin
You lower your aim and strike it slowly yet smotherly to my stomach
A bit of blood escapes my mouth; you wipe it tentatively with your hand
You aim lower, cut deep into the abdomen
Yet you continue to kiss me, and caress my check, leaving scars of red everywhere 
Droplets of a beautiful color ooze soothingly from thee cuts
A feeling of lust consumes me 
A rage of vulnerability conquers me
A sick pleasure overwhelms me 
I try. I will.
And I produce all might to put my hands behind your neck 
My legs around your waist 
And I kiss you and love you 
And sense fades yet the heart still wants
Still lusts, still orders
Yet the blood continues to pour 
The body begins to suffer 
And pain a bit I begin to sense
As I wince, surrendering my arms to my chest 

There's a 2nd part, please do read it c:


Premium Member Dragons, Dragonflies and Huffle-Winks--

Dragons, Dragonflies and Huffle-winks--

a mythical monster like a giant reptile 
This fire breathing dragon spitting out fire 
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
The swamp waters pales stinks
Doomsday, Ragnarok, end of times
Chaos or evil, symbol of fertility climbs
Associated with water and the heavens
Big wings fire breathe levels
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Dragons fly lizard giant or insect
And in the stench fog covered waters birth
Long before the dinosaurs walked the Earth
A fast-flying long-bodied predator thinks
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Dragonflies not the lizard cry
Fitters by the waters-lake and dragons eye
Insect double winged helicopter found
Hoovering flying low to ground
Huffle-winks lizard drinks insect blinks
Big eyed bug flies lives in the water sinks
 Ancient insects long before the dinosaurs walked the Earth
Oh my,
My, oh my!! blowing fire and smoke out the mouth
Blow the winds of fire from your abdomen Huffle-winks
Majestic insect fire-breathing lizard dragon 


5/20/18
Copyright © 2018
Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Form: Rhyme

The Witnesses

We saw it, in the broad daylight,
They slit a knife right through the abdomen,
Pulled it out and left it hanging,
We saw it all, we saw the crime, we saw it all,
But who will say it, rumor has it,
They work for the top man’s right hand man.

We were there, with all our eyes wide open,
When they raided our homes,
Burnt them to the ground, and God knows,
What happened to our sisters,
But who will say it, rumor has it,
They are the scary sacred secret government agents.

We saw it, all of us, we saw it,
But who will come out, to say it,
That we saw them bury the victim,
We heard it in the news today,
They framed him a terrorist!
Poor soul! But who will say it.

We know them, 
We know who they work for,
We know them, they are in our neighborhood,
We know what they do,
But who will say it,
They have connections to the top.

May be someday, they will pay, God knows.

The Invasion Pt2

Encased in the spheres were hideous creatures of biblical account
Eight legs with a scorpion sting that made you spew your guts out
The spheres raced along a few inches off the ground 
As they harvested the humans that ran riot all around
 
The creature would sting them then wrap them up tight
I could not tell if people were disintegrated or beamed aboard as they were zapped with a bright light
 
We watched from the window trembling with fear
As the creatures claimed their victims, they were drawing nearer.
 
I hid my son and my wife in a large metal bin,
But the creature in the sphere found them there in. 
Believe me I tried to fight with all that I had,
But my hands passed through the sphere, the last thing I heard was my son screaming Dad!
 
I woke up in a cubical, I could not move,
As a creature approached wearing a mask and a hood.
Encased in a sphere it cut open my abdomen and chest,
Removed my stomach and lungs, closed me up without a scar or a rip in my vest.
 
I thought this is it, we here for spare parts,
But I didn’t die and noticed I had two hearts.
The cubical rotated until I was facing the floor,
There were millions of us laying side by side as these creatures came into the ship that didn’t seem to have a door. 
 
The ship was transparent as we all could look out,
Helpless as they harvested others fearfully running about.
Then the ships suddenly took off as there was a massive explosion,
The governments used nuclear bombs to destroy the enemies that caused this commotion.
 
Earth was destroyed by a massive nuclear attack,
That was the last thing I saw before I found myself laying on my back.
The emotions, the thoughts of my wife and my sons,
Their face amiss in my mind, my mind screamed for the loss of my loved ones.
Then I fell asleep just as the ship entered a black hole,
I felt all that I know, that I love, die in my soul.
Form: Rhyme

Sacral Chakra Svadhisana

2nd chakra is  centered around feeling, emotion, pleasure, sensuality, intimacy, and connection.
The energy of this chakra allows you to let go and move into a new transformation 
Linked to kidneys & water elements this chakra metabolizes energy nutrients in Luminous Energy  and processes Earth energy through Chakra 1.  It digests emotional energies  of the nervous system. 

Vam 

The sound VAM, raises vibrations and aligns this chakra
The color for the second chakra is orange,  and the gemstone for this chakrais amber
Imagine a bright healing orange glow filling up your entire lower abdomen, 
then bathe in the peaceful serene feeling that co-exists in you

August 25, 2021


Premium Member Carnations Pure Love

Carnations Pure Love

Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey
~
Carnations
Corsage around my wrist
My first prom I cannot wait
And, lose myself in your arms as we dance

                                              Silence

Kiss on the check; Daddy says be back before midnight
~
Carnations
Garland crown around my head
Express love deepens in my heart for thee
Found my home in the sea of your love to carry me
For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part
A kiss on the lips on my wedding day and with you the rest of my life
~
Carnations
Ink on my abdomen
Strong arms encircles my waist
Fingers brush and take my breath away
A kiss of blooms not forgotten
Doors open and mountains moved
~
Carnations
Casket spray
Lullaby love of heaven you’re taken away from me
Amazing grace and sermon said
To say goodbye
~
Carnations
Of many rainbow radiant colors
Kiss of heavens fragrance
With a heavy, spicy floral aroma tinged by sweet dark honey

11/3/2015
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

No Lentil Beans Before Bedtime Unless Blast Off Two

would conveniently scare bejesus
among any hooligan tween
ready and willing to cause mischief
while prowling for methamphetamine,
or other drug of choice

one motley crew member seen
dodging, evading, fording... police
eventually cornered unlike Steve McQueen
(the late actor), who escapes behind screen
of smoke unscathed unlike

formerly acquitted, alluded mean
and aforementioned hoodlum
who suffers gunshot wound
rushed to same hospital
lay disabled fugitive ruffian took lead
fired into buttucks bullet punctured

evident by derriere oozing bloodshed
as self, both us nearly dead,
asthma doppelganger wed
did in sweat upon abdomen,
now aching pain in ass spread red
hot poker radiating throbbing inside

excruciating did quickly thread
into noggin i.e. fifty shades red
dully permeated gray matter
inducing severe agony with head,
though mustered energy to scrawl

obituary envisioning said
on same page as op/ed
gallows humor sought instead
of relief courtesy synthesized drug,
thus laughter as best medicine

linkedin chowing down unsuspected bean
dish licked plate sparkling clean
mental note made to avoid
eating flatulence inducing food

prepared Das daring "frau" faux Queen,
though I certainly also enjoy keen
wah filling up growling hungry void,
and... appealing to this bonafide android
gluten free textured meals direction I lean.

Pouch Poetry 18 - 19

18.

who has lied in the box 
made up of the temperature 
of god 

all on a sudden 
there is a hue and cry 
in the abdomen of the time 
wearing a dirty pajama 

actually that has been filtered up 
from the voices of rock-songs 

the roaming 
of a fatigued traveller …

the lies 
within their wishes 
write my existence 

and then run
to buy vegetables 
from the station-market 

so many lay-offs 
come to the body of paper-weight 

to listen to all those 
is not improper 

walking through the traffic-jam 
gradually 
this home becomes solely my home 

one day the golden of 
human 

then it is i 
who is you 

and walking through the 
monsoon 

on either side of the field 
it is all autumn

19.
when borrowing the religion of
the night-queen  
i fall in love
 
then is it real 
that our mangos and jack-fruits  
can make the perfumed-soap 
vigorously from the light of the 
blood-line 

i count the bells of the churches 
ringing repeatedly 

and piercing the image 
of your prominent face
 
rounding through lots of old 
the love becomes exhausted 

and the love comes back 
in the form of college-classes 

there are you myself 
and so many notes 
of the body

The Vine Maker

He had seen chicken necks 
twisted and broken in Chinese markets, 
the plucked dismemberment 
of flapping wings. 

With help, 
he could have strung his carcass up 
like a hog on a hook. 
He would have quickly cleaved himself 

from balls to breast, 
but this was a one-man job. 
The cadaver 
had to be bundled, separated and filleted.

Strange but he knows what to do. 
His hands are now sharp as scalpels. 
Fingers are boning blades, lancets, 
curettes and shears. 

He inserts a stiletto under the jaw, 
angling through neck bones, the larynx,
drawing the point downward 
severing jugular vein and carotid artery. 
He does not collect the blood,
but lets it wet the earth. 

He watches the bulbous purple coils 
spill from his abdomen. 
Chitterlings and sweetbreads, 
plump jewels gleam briefly 
then settle on the ground 
in warm mounds. 

A quick slice along the breastbone, 
then ease the ribcage apart, 
scoop out lungs and heart,
- fat catfish from a keep-net. 

Looking upon his piled substance, 
he feels as if the great work of his life 
had now ended well. 
He watches as the meat and offal 
begin to dissolve. 

Soon from the pools of blood 
vine shoots will emerge. 
One day there will be new wine.

The Miniature Airborne Lamps

Winking on before the stars
These little airborne lamps
Endowed my neighbourhood
As my wide grey eyes feel good

I must stop and stare
As electric insects appear
No one can take this view from me
As long as my eyes can see

Dancing in their flights
Guided by several lights
Every dawn must die
As they skillfully fly

From the beetle family
With a light-based vocabulary
Giving a lovely glow
And a call and response show

See their lower abdomen
Several lights for men
Yellow, green and orange light
Chasing out darkness at night

Observe the cold light
Has it any heat?
Very few ultraviolet rays
Useful in many ways

O! miniature lightening bugs
Let scientist give you hugs
For they've learnt from thee
As we all could see

Thomas Edison became envious
Is his bulb a match for yours?
Heavy electric bills today
Firefly, I need thy ray





Have you ever seen a firefly? If you haven't, please strive to see in their darkness flight.I advise you check your electric bills today and think of what these small creatures can offer.

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