Long Clenches Poems
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‘No hunger, no starvation’,
His voice booms
The lusty crowd
Wearing emaciated faces
Claps, whistles and cheers
She musters
A disinterested smile
Eyes brimming with tears
Their roles
Everyone knew
She too
Ferried in buses rickety
Of course for free
And then the promised money
So tempting, you see
But, she’s been away now
Six hours
Doctor had given her twelve
She gets nervous
Another two hours
Homeward journey
In the bus
But first Netaji must end
His speech,
Her misery
A deafening roar
Boundless glee
Time for rewards
Near stampede
Outstretched hands
She with others wrenches
Jostling, pushing and pulling
Finally the promised 500 rupee note
She clenches
Makes haste
No time to waste
The money thus given
Can fetch her some morsels
She cannot afford
The last of her brood
To also succumb to want of food.
WARNING: THIS IS PG-14 NO KIDS ALLOWED PLEASE
While he's showing his devotion
Your expressing mixed emotions
As he gently lays your head
On a soft but scary bed
That you've slept on many times
But now it is hard to find
The comfort that it always brings
As these new formed feelings
Start to weaken your defenses
As he takes your hand and clenches
Shaky fingers inside his
Softly giving you a kiss
And whispers it will be alright
As carefully through the nite
Your bodies start to contour
Into one as you mature
With a look of dedication
He slowly starts his penetration
And while he's going in and out
You both know without a doubt
The reason you act nervously
Is losing your virginity
That made you feel sweet and young
But now you have just begun
A roller coaster of sensation
Ending with a big elation
While shining down from up above
To light up this special love
The stars bright illumination
Is a calming inspiration
That puts you in a calming mood
As you hold each other nude
Knowing that you both have grown
With the love that you have shown
Intricately fragile, embracing her curves,
She silently breathes in this womb,
This womb where she is a prey to its wants,
Its black silken webbing costume,
That clenches her neck, runs down her back,
Is tattooed the length of her leg,
Where every small inch of her dark gothic body,
Is covered in this spider’s thread,
She’s at one with this life of widowed disguise,
Eyeliner, fishnets, boots, and nails,
Each covered in this rich exquisite black web,
Becoming her corseted black jail,
And she wakes up at three, the unlit in the dark,
To play and to stalk and to bite,
To walk in the black crisp air of your town,
Our black widow who walks in the night.
at the niger chambers where a pensive-calm
dwells amid nature and the hill-top lads
– the mouth-piece of the serene clan! –
where as many a lonely weaver she stands
o, where the now-weird homestead stands
– the epitome of native caves and mounts! –
’tis like a confluence of cabals that clenches
our world, a new world deep in the forests;
aloft of the ancient world of weavers and eaglets
an ancient world of the mother of the amazons –
there! we wait! the microcosm of new maidens!
– the new mouth-piece of a new serene clan! –
a confluence of mere cabals clench’ng our clan;
o, drum for these lonely weavers of the forests!
The sky is a magical place
Filled with wonder, charms and grace
That you can find night and day
Looking up it's here to stay
One object is my happy doom
It's brought me the strangest gloom
Whenever it's way up high
I always do my best to try
And control my nightly urges
But something inside me surges
Making me lose all my senses
My whole body shakes and clenches
Turning me wild and free
Forgetting all my sanity
Quarter ones are just the start
Of pulling me all apart
Half of it will always lead
To more and more of what I need
But when it's round and complete
It just knocks me off my feet
Pouncing on you like a wolf
As our bodies start to engulf
Into a steamy and hot scene
Until the sky is clear and clean
From this object that will soon
Turn me into a sex loon
Starting another long game
Of this weird and awkward change
That I will blame on the moon
Hoping it will come back soon
Little pebbles of broken glass, litter the streets, but the children run barefoot anyway.
Stubbing toes, contracting disease, playing with cigarette butts and discarded syringes.
The teens hide by the dumpsters, and quickly pump a vein.
A homeless man, jealous of the teen; instead, clenches his timeless drug of choice, a good ole' fashioned beer.
The sun still shines on the dust covered signs.
The streets crumble under the weight of America's ever increasing obese population.
Nothing has really changed, besides new acceptance of tried and true vices.
There’s always little kids causing trouble, teens using drugs, depressed old men drinking away their shame.
America is still the same great country,
Far superior than all the rest!
Despite their reduction in crime, lowered drug addiction rates, drop in homelessness, and constant upkeep of their buildings and streets.
Well besides all that... America is still Superior in Every way….
I stand alone on a busy street and think of you.
The world around me is moving, but I am standing still.
My heart has lost interest and its warmth fades into the distance;
But then I think of you and I wonder,
Would I trust you if you could heal my pain?
Loose, dark curls frame a face that seems so familiar.
Your eyes probe into my soul and call out to my heart.
More than anything, I want to run to you - into your arms.
In your eye I find peace and I taste freedom on your lips.
I could stay near to your heart if you could heal my pain.
Your arms reach out for me, your voice calls out my name.
I step towards you, but my heart clenches with fear.
If I come to you, will you keep reaching out for me?
Or will you drawback and walk away with my heart?
Would I still hide in the darkness if you could heal my pain?
I want to be with you and remain close to your heart.
I draw strength from your hands as you hold me up.
My soul craves the warmth and depth in your eyes.
I find happiness when I feel your arms and hear your voice.
I would never fear again, if you could heal my pain.
© 1997 Cherie Fleming
Here i await
My address and doomed fate
Everything around me decaying
Seems like my life isnt worth saving
How long til i rise from this grave?
My cradle of filth with dirt covered days
Jesus save me please
But my reflection is his it seems
Feels like im going mad
Who wants to be God...
Or even ask
Everything around me is ****
Everything around me clenches my fist
The war i wage seems to be trapped in my head
A suppressed memory from someone long risen and undead
The worms eat at my mind
What purpose in this grave will i find?
Veterans memorial parkway....
A sick joke just as dead as i lay
Fading to black i feel my essence dying fast
Just want to go home
To my Moon. Where my heart is always at
These days its getting harder for me to pray
Feels like im loosing my faith
Feel cursed and blessed with a taste
I crave more
So my final prayer is that God pulls me from this grave
I cant comprehend why the reason i was born this way
But please God help me make to my Sam
Only one who warms my heart as i lay buried in times sands
Bless it be....and Amen
An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where,
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and
Equinoctial secrecy, my neon lips swathe in life's witchy lies, for -
Flames of fury, lace every lead feather of the pewter crow, that feasts on beliefs.
Grieving charcoal stars swing like souvenirs of deceit when,
Heartbeats of hibiscus moon, shiver and shatter upon my schizophrenic
Ink, carving betrayals in asphalt ashes. "Am I a
Jewel of jinx, floating like a jet-black jasmine across
Kohl orchards?" - whispers time's wistful rebirth in the
Lachrymose lake of death, as conspiracies entwine in cyan cobwebs within
Medusa's redstone heart, tumbling at my tulip-tombstone.
Now, nebulous blackbirds, rise from corbeau cinders, as
Onyx wings of resilience have torn apart and
Pierced every sheath of shimmering faith - surrendering to the
'Queen of darkling serendipity', as her clemency clenches me onto the cusp of
Rhetoric valleys and winds pirouette with a pirate's porcelain wave,
Silencing the saffron of my soulful sculpture, in eternal streams of fall.
Thornless fate has forevermore, been an insomniac illusion and maybe,
Ultraviolet elegies of saturn's rings will become a noose for my dreams and
Viola orbs will encase every dove-dawn in a woeful chrysalis,
When anxiety's darkling dungeon, spreads across rustic realms and
Xanthic Satan dethrones my poinsettia-crown, as survival holds onto the
Yarns of last crystal light within Cleopatra's claustrophobic hope. But in the
Zillionth moment - my heart shall wail in rhymeless refrain - am I the one, lost?
Like the tides of a nighttime sea,
My brilliance wavers and diminishes
My words are buried into the moisture of life’s poisons
Misfortune clenches my throat from expressing my visions
I have plunged into such dark depths
Of this mind
Without a clear understanding of your devotion
Without a better realization
Of your never-ending affection
Of your ever-pressing lips
Onto the prize where your sweet-searching eyes visualize
The golden nuances of your genius
The pressure of those winning words
The winds dance with my intellect,
Jolting my heart in loud, silent jeers
The waves, black and dusky wait to smother
As I crawl into the arms of another
This mind still spurts
All words that cannot be conjured
All feelings that cannot be muttered
Truth drowns in the asphyxiation of unfamiliar grounds
Rising from these depths as the moonlight glares
This mind still spurts
As the rising sea
In all of its misery
Remembers your words and yearns