Long Bloodsport Poems

Pay heed to those deeds from whence the heart must confess...
You're far from Rome Proconsul Caesar...
As they say, "All roads lead to Rome" Ariovistus
and all tresspasses are treated as threats of war...
My recent conquest of...

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the silence of these

screaming profanities!

only the light rise

of my bosom,

fluttering erratically,

soon to die.

ever stinging ache within

ablaze, engulfing my torso.

 my inner-thoughts, my betrayal,

weakness emanating from my 
sweat!

my cold cruel heart,

shut off from that once 
intoxicating

passion...

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             Your judgments have me grinning.
Don't pretend you were immune 
from the Avarice of Pride.

Which you delved past cover packet 
into the gutworm...

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I am almost embarrassed to admit 
that spread out along the armrest
of a lounge chair, a fox fur
complete with head and feet
has found a refuge in our home.
Rescued from an op shop,
it seems relaxed on...

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"Blue Movie"



Electroflushed
True Blue 
shines neon 
his gospel brow 
indigo guilt crushed
into the perilous
fathoms of her 
deep Ocean 
The Challenger Deep
depth charged
exploring 
the beauty of 
her black habit
plunging forbidden
lace marks 
a penance veil
kissed hard, 
unrepentant
rippling ponds...

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Last line...
on him black eyes did sit........drat Cricket...Don
It didn't help his hemmaroids,
Cos I downed old Darcy Pitt.
They wouldn't let me bowl,

the nasty game of Cricket.
an out you go hows that!
twisty ball gets ya wicket,
sneaky buggers...

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The arena is built lie by lie, sobs by sobs.
Names don't matter.
A game is still a game,
called by any other name.

Children with ribs like shattered shields
do not volunteer; they are raised for slaughter.
They don't fight...

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The unveiling confusion, infirmity, 
               the stars align with impunity. 
          ...

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A fuming, fierce and moving target
On yor species will you place yor bet!

Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart
all toreadors hope to throw that fatal decisive dart!

This bullyboy to score a bloodied bullseye...

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"It was a beautiful whore of a day", he reasoned, "maybe she will have even less on !"
The little band of misfits garnered the stares of mall patrons as they ran as fast as their...

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	Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name	
For Love of Language

Cricket-Rounders

A new bloodsport in the town,
We call it Cricket-Rounders,
The bowler runs up to the pitch,    (22 yard run)
And the bouncer surely crowds ya,   (rising ball...

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Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads
being voodoo capitalist misled
Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue, 
deep pocket dollars:
The green algae money 
buried at the ethical wavy, 
graveyard bottom

Hollow days come every pointless, peon payday,
as creditors...

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Bloodsport
~~~~~~~~~
Children of the darkness
Massing with the waxing swell of our mistress Luna
As the canines elongate prenatal sight sees it
An unsuspecting naked city 
Their feasting ground where many foolish herd beast
stalk the night as hunters ignorant...

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