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My words have left me.
Disembarked from the wrong platform,
and have hastily become a distant memory.
When shall my thoughts return?
That once so delicately graced my tongue,
and consorted with my hand to pen it so.
To where shall I wonder?
Barren of verse and prose; now disposed virtues.
Must I craft asylum in a foreign land?
It is not words that betray, but silence.
For it lends no comfort, nor offers expression,
but lingers like an ill-gotten nuance.
Oh words, value your mortal vessel and return.
Omit the distance that separates us so, and
eagerly scribe again within mind and satchel.
!!!CAVEAT LECTOR!!! This one's a bit naughty, dear readers...
You've heard of Snow White
And the story reported
Of the seven wee dudes
With whom she consorted.
Well, here's the actual skinny
On what really occurred,
Just another example
Of how stories get blurred.
The facts are quite shocking,
Some may be offended,
But read on, if you dare,
Discretion much recommended.
The dwarves toiled in a mine
And got dusty and sweaty,
Then they'd rush home to Snow,
Willing, able, and ready.
They played sex games with prizes,
Who was best, who the worst,
And poked good-natured fun
At who dropped or "popped" first.
Their sylvan life was idyllic,
The fringe benefits great,
One romp after another,
A real ménage à eight,
'til the vain evil queen
Asked her mirror, who said,
"Hon, your huntsman fibbed big time,
Fair Snow White isn't dead."
So she dressed herself up
As a hag and went callin'
With a web of deceit
She was sure Snow would fall in.
The crone gave her an apple
Her kind deeds to repay.
Snow took one juicy bite
And swooned dead away.
Now, here's one of the falsehoods
I'd like to correct.
You don't need to be Einstein
These dots to connect.
Snow didn't succumb
To poisoned pomme, as they say,
She was just plain exhausted
From "playing house" night and day.
The dwarves were sad but decided
A good thing was worth keeping,
It's not necrophilia
If the body's just sleeping.
Then Prince Charming found her,
Woke her up with a kiss,
And blah blah they lived
In storybook bliss.
What's never been told,
When Snow woke and was sitting,
She said, "No, not tonight, dears,
My headache is splitting!"
Then sotto voce, "Now, Prince,
Let me make you aware,
It's a significant fact
That dwarves are dwarves 'everywhere'.
Pay no heed to the rumors,
What they fail to instruct
Is that though the garden's been plowed,
This blossom's yet to be plucked."
"You're here," he whispered from shadows
My fragrance consorted before me
Heady scent of musk-infused blooms
Intoxicating allure, lustfully impure
On the bed was an opened poetry book,
across it pages, a perfect red rose
Dark crimson, like the blood within me flows
heated by need and the greed in his eyes
There burned the wildfires of desire
flames fanned as I moved nearer
They reflected soft glimmers
of the pearlized moon
She, a naughty voyeur, peering in the night
Through an open window she watched
the rhythm of swaying shadows at play
Seductive smile on my vermilion lips
in a chamber painted amber by candlelight
No need of their scintillation to see
His touch was all I needed
to guide me in flights of ecstacy
as hands pleaded in sensual strokes
Diamonds danced across a sapphire sky
He breathed erotic sensations on my nape
and slid a strap of the gown down my shoulder
The pulse of his heart beat against my hand
my other caressed the ruff at his temple
Fuchsia fluttered on the trellised window
Their aroma faded as I inhaled his balm
We tasted love and savored passion
Now sated and replete in a moment of calm
Soft breezes swirled across warm silk sheets
My hand trembled as I reached for him
Wildfires reignited in his emerald eyes
"The night is still young and the moon is asleep,"
I whispered. My intent was not disguised
~ 9/22/17 ~
The Poet's Fire
Hosted by: Greg Barden
How interesting can you be ?
Once whole and confident
Focused Intent
A likely pre set present tense
All my ducks in a row
Ready to cluck out in militant fashion
A prepubescent repetition
Shallow and still
Reflection and refraction
The reinvention of perfection is a fruitless pursuit
Decades of good intentions
Mirrored by calloused intervention
In a frigid current
Bent, by shifting sedimentation,
its perception
Busted back
Crumpled putrid IF- I-CA-tion
Mangled fingerling
Chewed up and spat out
Indistinguishable platitudes
Presented for inspection
Consorted and Contorted
Beyond Recognition
The Reclamation paralyzed, in part, by Bombastic Voyeurs and
The Chief Architect
Whose The Supplicant Saboteur ?
THEY FOUND IT DIFFICULT TO LOVE HIM
THEY FOUND IT DIFFICULT TO CARE
THEY SEEMED PUZZLED TO SEPERATE
ANY DIFFERENCES
AND TOO FRUSTRATED TO CARE
SOMEBODY WANTS ONE THING
SOMEONE ELSE WANTS ANOTHER
WHAT IS DIFFERENT WHEN IT COMES TO MATTERS
OF CREATION
IS DESCRIBED AS DIFFERANSANIABRUFFA
THEY NEEDED A MONSTER AND THEY MADE ONE OF ME
THEY NEEDED TO FOCUS ON NOT LIKING AND THEY FOUND IT
EASY FOR THE MONSTER TO BE ME
THEY SINGLED OUT CERTAIN DIFFERENCES AND FOUND IT FRUSTRATING
THE GROWLING MEAN MONSTER
IS SOMEONE WHO THEY FRUSTRATED
THEY LIED AND REWROTE WHAT WAS TO HAPPEN
UNAWARE HE READ WHAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE
WHEN IT CAME TIME FOR PERFORMANCE
THEY SPOKE DIFFERENT AND HE SAID WHAT
THEY TOLD HIM TO HAVE SAID
THE MONSTER
THEY WERE REALLY MEAN
THEY MADE HIM STRANGE AND CONSORTED LIKE A TEAM
THEY SOUGHT VENGEANCE
AND MADE HI THE FOCUS OF THERE THOUGHT
A EMBATTLED FRUSTRATED SITUATION
DEEMED WRONG FROM THE START
THE STORY OF sEAMCERES WAS WRITTEN BY AN ACTOR WHO THOUGHT THE SCREENWRITERS AND ACTORS WERE AGAINST HIM
THEY MADE HIM A MONSTER WITH FULL COSTUME AND WHEN THEY BEGAN FILMING
THEY HAD CHANGED THE SCRIPT AND THEY BEAT HIM WITH STICKS AND THROUGH STONES AT HIM
Belle hung out and consorted with outlaws,
So folks shunned her and called her a scoff law;
But things aren't as they seem,
And though not squeaky clean,
'Twas the men in her life who were outlaws.
Sam Starr was a Cherokee man.
They married and lived on the land.
To friends who were weary,
They gave sanctuary,
In their home out on Cherokee land.
When Sam was killed in a gun fight,
Belle mourned his death day and night.
With him life was good,
He did what he could,
To provide what he thought was right.
To stay home on Cherokee land,
She must marry a Cherokee man,
So she married Sam's cousin,
Just to have a husband,
But Belle still missed her Sam.
Belle lost her life one fine day,
On her way home from a visit they say.
No one knows for sure,
For the history is poor,
But they ambushed her while on her way.
So the queen was brought to her knees.
Shot down like a dog if you please.
Remember this well,
And you won't go to Hell,
If you lay down with dogs you'll get fleas.
The smell of fresh baked cakes keeps floating in the air and daylight burst through the sky spilling coffee latte on the roof and I stood still inside and watch the cream drips slowly from the ceiling and my appetite began to grow.
The morning delicacies with its illuminated prophecy is baked in the sun on top of the roof and the skies spreads out over it, sauteing it with thick syrup mixed in consorted colors. And I watch the oracle unfold.
It is not one of the normal days when everything goes according to plan, the distraction chime in and the trespassers start singing a hideous song and the birds appear out of nowhere flying all over the skies.
I have waited for this moment to come, when the universe would bend its knees and run with the flame before the games and lit up the world and cover the darkness around.
The darkness is fading and true lights have emerged from the heart. The intensity is strong and I want you to come along. The heat is swelling and the asphalt is melting; the animals are jumping all around and the dowry has fallen from the skies and consumes the entire town.
The people were all sleeping and some were still dreaming the ball of fire lit up the sky and havens embrace the morning with a bucket of water to quell the global disaster.
They weave the thread of time, in the pattern of their mind, the threads are moving through the needle and the sewing machine stands still in the garment factory and watch and the threads crosses the points towards the median line.
It carves out various patterns of old and stitch them together in one bundle and place them on the assemble line. The Dowry in the skies came just in time to save them from total destruction.
He whispered, "You're here."
My fragrance consorted before me,
sweet scent of summer lilacs.
He placed a rose on sheets of platinum silk.
Wildfires of desire in his emerald eyes,
reflected in soft glimmers
of a voluminous pearl moon.
Seductive smile on my vermillion lips
in chamber lit by amber candles.
No need of their scintillation to see,
I only needed to feel.
Diamonds danced across a dusky sapphire sky
as he breathed erotic sensations on my nape,
slid a strap off the shoulder of my ginger gown.
The pulse of his heart beat against my hand.
My other caressed the charcoal ruff at his temple.
Fuchsia blooms fluttered on the trellis window.
Their aroma faded as I inhaled his balm,
tasted love, savored passion until I was replete.
Soft breezes swirled across warm silk sheets.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
March 13, 2016
this goes out to those
who wanted the same thing everybody else wanted
when you had your opportunity to shine
everybody turned their back against you
and mad you into the worst thing they ever knew
laughed at your emotions
spoke ill of your relationships
help create the means of your demise
the woman you wanted, consorted against your
the love you longed for taken from you
people you trusted abandoned you
moving on involves something that
don't fit into the reality of your exsistance
the devil against is admire
and your in an uncomplicated trust
you aint no saint but
all those against you can't think about walkin on water either
to all of you.
there is someone out there who want what you want
if it involves togetherness
and you are able to trust
and you refuse to be vengeful
and mean and wrong against
the person you wish to trust
you'll have what you wanted and want
if you two are able to love what you are together
even when people speak ill of you
when you love and can be loved
that's when the magic starts!
A SATANIC PERSON FOUND A FAULT IN A MAN
HE FOUND OTHERS TO GATHER AND
THEY SORTED THRU WORDS
TO MAKE THERE CAMPAIGN RIGHT
AND SPOKE TO GET THE MAN
INVOLVED WITH SOMEONE
WOULD WORK AGAINST HIM
HAVE REVEAL HIS
THOUGHTS DREAMS AND DESIRES
THESE SATANS GATHERED HIS WORDS
AND NEVER SPOKE OF SATAN AS THEIR MASTER
BUT THEY WORSHIPPED(OR PRETENDED TO)
WORSHIP JESUS.
THEY CONSORTED TO HAVE HIM SHAKENED
THEY MADE CAMP TO HAVE PARTIES
NEVER SAYING WHY THEY WERE
GATHERING BUT UNDER THE CLOAK
OF BEING TOGETHER THEY STALKED AND HARASSED HIM
USING THE WOMAN TO CARRY OUT
THEIR PLANNED OBSTACLES
THEY MADE SCRIPT THROUGH MAKING PEOPLE LABEL HIM AS SUCH AND SUCH.
THEY TOLD THE WOMAN OF WHO THEY WISHED TO BE HIS ENEMY.
AND DEVIANT DOINGS.