Long Bast Poems
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The shame was relished
when met with wanting eyes
How I longed to be held
and open up for sexting blighs
When every thought I had to have was..
trust for shaming eyes
When ever trust I knew to see
was faith for moving thighs
When all at once a voice would say
don't move for what comes by
When at that time were fates what made
more safe come back for time
As at that light was one response
more plates come back to dine
When in that Hell more words go by
than sakes claw back on line
When everywhere each person's reach
brocks back for each to rine
Is everywhere each hopes the least
tore out from beast oblign
And every hope
all lost to man
unqueath
you'll cost to clan
When every time you waited for
was blessed more plate to find
When every fall where plate could tyne
was placed on death for kind
And calling all who feel the shame
to come down to the pain
When even love's past half that mind
And most flee post-bast bain
Parting my curtains that bright sunny morning
I took in the garden, my mood took a hit
My facial twitch surfaced again without warning
My lawn had acquired a nocturnal zit
They don’t stop at one: No, lots more were pending
An underground demon had just declared war
He’s munching my worms which needed defending
I’m having that critter... I’ve done it before
I picked out the nastiest, most evil trap
Designed to cast moley asunder
A trap meant to mangle that pointy nosed chap
... A trap that he simply dug under
I set a new trap filled with poison and worms
To kill him as soon as he found it
My wife tells me now that I’m King of the squirms
For that bloody mole went around it
I grabbed a big hammer and sat by a hole
A time to be patient... not slow
I was quick but inaccurate whacking that mole
And the hammer came down on my toe
I’m frantic, I’m livid, I’m limping around
To the shed where the tools were all put
Then, thrusting my garden fork into the ground
I stick it right through my good foot
I grabbed a grenade (which I googled and made)
I shoved it and crawled really fast
My lawn was destroyed like there’d been an air raid
I wasn’t quite clear of the blast
Two weeks have gone by and I’m head to toe plastered
My wife wears a mask against germs
She tells me we’ve still got that velvety bast*rd
And so she been buying it worms.
A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)
C is for Chicken (and for a word I don’t want to say - but see K)
D is for Dog (and also for Dynamite - which I’d like to shove up your dad’s... see A)
E is for Eagle (and for egotistical effing... see K... and C)
F is for Frog (and for Fu*ker, which your dad’s been doing with someone who isn’t me)
G is for Giraffe (and for Git - your dad is a Git... and he has two faces)
H is for Horse (and for Hard Up - which your dad was... in too many places)
I is for Insect (and for Insolvent, which thanks to me, he’ll soon be, with just one legal shove)
J is for Jellyfish (and Judas. Your Dad’s a Judas... with a rash from his illicit love)
K is for Kitten (and for making some words sound worse - see C)
L is for Lion (and Lobster, a creature with claws that belongs at the bottom of the sea - hmmm...)
M is for Mouse (and for machete and for manhood... which gives me an idea)
N is for Newt (and Nymphomaniac - neither should work at IKEA)
O is for Owl (and Optimistic, well, he thought that he left me fulfilled)
P is for Penguin (and for Philandering, at which your daddy is skilled)
Q is for Quail (and for Quickie, the best that your daddy could do)
R is for Rabbit (and Rampant - and once I got that, how did we get you?)
S is for Snail (and for Slug, which describes both your dad and his di*k)
T is for Tiger (and Torrid, your dad was this with some Randy chick)
U is for Unicorn (and Underhand, your dad was this night and day)
V is for Vole (and also VD, hence the rash that was listed in J)
W is for Worm (and for Merchant Banker, thats rhyming slang for your father)
X is for Xerus (and X-rated gel, I bet he’ll work up quite a lather)
Y is for Yak (and for Yesterday’s News, which is all your dad turns out to be
Z is for Zebra (and for Zeees, that his Nympho is catching, asleep next to me)
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[Xerus is a genus of African ground squirrel]
Remember the days of the past
When we felt safe and we felt dear,
Longing, hoping such times would last?
In our youth, we would run so fast
And things evil were never near.
Remember those days of the past?
Then, I never did know of caste,
Of despised ones, who lived in fear.
They never hoped such times would last.
Ignorance of their pain is vast,
But many of color, with tear,
Remember the days of now and past.
Still present, the sting of the bast.
Cries for justice, they pray we hear;
Longing, hoping it comes at last.
A blind eye we must never cast
Towards the hate that we must cure.
Remember the days of the past
So all can hope...at last...at last!
"The Black Habit"
Bast never rests
claws sharp as scissors
The Black Habit
no natural skin
torn to shreds
with a cream filled kiss
Legs wrapped around a velvet lick
Perfume purrs in your ears
Like a Black Cat
Bast never rests
Like a Black Cat
Bast skirts your whiskers
Breezes over your lips
The Black Habit lifts
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Space Weaver”/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/TO25_qAq8xI
Alternative "Space Weaver"/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/WokkX5FOf14
“I want to fall in love in such a way,
that the mere sight of a man,
even a block away from me,
will shake and pierce me,
will weaken me,
and make me tremble and soften and melt.”
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
The Labyrinth's Manifestation Spell
"Gravitate to Me"/The The
https://youtu.be/xgwx40iAdVQ
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/The-the-gravitate-to-me-lyrics
The only thing I still see going in you
is a small piece of your heart
That love for one another
left behind for your own dart
Where all you knew of love
was a simple plan
Just to love a man who loved you
and a fold of land
While you never stopped to wonder
what of love unplanned
Where the others all around you
were the grapes you fanned
And the wrath of God who'll tell you
that there's other men
Who you opened up your heart to
Who included then...
Were the brothers of your heart
who you'd kept it for
All when dating your own man
that you left for more
When your love was never worthless
and was meant much more
And your trust was never faithless
as you're worth much more
As the love for who you loved
was never meant as sure
When your love for all your God
is a love you're sure
And he'll take you to a man
when he's filled you sure
That your love for only one
means your heart is pure
And the one you chose to love
isn't meant to match
But see through you for the loveless
where your failure passsed
And to take you to the higher ground
where you won't ask
Does he love me for the moment
or is he cost task
For your love to flourish mostly
from the knowledge dear
That your kept by love who'd rather
see you free to fear
When the love that you are feeling
is a love quite grand
All encompassed by the lord
and his holy hand
So you go on to his living
in a world to stand
For the love of one another
where your love is fanned
By the flames of all the others
who would see you pale
To the love of only one
who can see your tale
Where your love is all for him
in a package frail
And you stand up for the wind
in a love he'll sail
For a love for one another
where your sure to be
Just the only one who loves him
just for being he
And you go about your business
being all he has
When the love you feel for others
is the love he'd pass
Every moment that your with him
for a love to last
For the moments that he loved you
for all you are cast
And you're solely loved for you
up until you're clasped
By the love you feel for others
filling him with bast
When you know all love's for others
when you hold him tight
And you know no loves a man's
till you see him right
A wide awake snooze made me scream
Held me in the clutches of a well-earned dream.
An elephant in pajamas came running up fast.
He pushed me aside, and made the sign of a bast.
A wide awake snooze held me captive in my head.
I thrashed and I crashed,, and I fell out of the bed.
My dad yelled, "What's that?" But I could not open my eyes.
So I stayed on the floor, curled up with some left over fries.
My snooze was determined to keep my eyes solidly shut.
I fought her for awhile, but soon gave up in my gut.
She was much too strong for me, this wide away snooze.
So I envisioned myself a frog, deciding to stay off the booze.
The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn.
Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on.
Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was a take over.
Farmer Jay’s hound dog was missing, his name was Leaf Clover.
What do they want? The missus asked her sweet husband Jay.
Not sure he said, but it does not look like a very good day.
Eat hamburgers and bacon at Thanksgiving was their soul-full yell.
They gobbled it all morning until the dinner bell.
Other demands were written down in blue and red ink.
By this time they had sold their farm to a young couple named Pink.
What about the turkeys? Are you taking them? The young owner asked.
They are your problem now, Farmer Jay said, picking up his statue of Bast.
I came home to find that my door was ajar
And someone had stolen my keys and my car
“I’ll just get a new one tomorrow,” I said
And then told my wife that I’m going to bed
She came up behind me and that’s when she said
“Am I going mad or have we got no bed?”
I told her I’ve not had a bed nicked before
But frankly I’m tired… I’ll sleep on the floor
Next morning I got up to watch early news
The TV was gone and my wife blew a fuse
I told her ‘The News’ will just mess with your head
Why don’t you play with your iPad instead
Her iPad, and mine, had been half-inched as well
As had my old Samsung as best I could tell
“Let’s call the Police to look out for the thieves,”
Was my wife’s idea because she still believes
I said, “They might listen to your moans and groans
But the robbers have run off with both of our phones.”
She shouted, “We’ve got the landline to fall back on!”
She reached for the handset to find it was gone
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I shall sort it all out,
It’s one of those things not to panic about
The things that they’ve taken must all be forsaken
There’s no point in sulking unless I’m mistaken.”
My wife glared at me and said, “Do you not care
That, here, where we live, is a house full of air
There’s nothing left here and there’s nothing left there.”
I answered, “At least they’ve left… the Frigidaire!”
I went to the fridge for… well what do you think,
I’d had enough ear-ache, I needed a drink
I screeched, ‘Baby, go next door, get the cops in…
Those horrible bast*rds have stolen my gin!”
We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided to say yes, sat down and waited and then…
The waiters rushed out, the bride arrived, resplendent in a gown of white
A creation that was gorgeous, her tattooed shoulders caught the light
No groom was there by her side, just a pageboy and three bridesmaids
The page a little boy of five suddenly on his way he got waylaid…
A tank of fish by the door, amused the bored little boy
Especially when he threw his car in, it was his ‘must behave toy.’
The best man arrived; he saw the bride, he whispered in her studded ear
She banged the table with her fist, there was no doubt we all could hear.,,
"The ‘bast*** I am sick of him, and you are the one to blame
You should have stopped him getting drunk, god why did I take his name?
Get the kids off the floor, get that car out of the tank of fish?
When their father gets here, get them to bring the Chop Suey wedding dish…"
The groom arrived looking abashed, his tie slung over his shoulder
“Get these bloody kids controlled or they’ll not get very much older.”
The bride jumped up and raised her dress, not only her garter did we see
She raised her dainty black jack boot, and kicked him in the knee…
"They are your bloody kids you know, and if you don’t control them soon
I’m telling you right now- we are not going on our honeymoon."
By this time all of us began to thank, the waiters for finding us a seat
They had not been wrong when they told us, we were in for a wonderful treat...
A True Story
© ~GG~ 20/11/2012