Long Curdle Poems

They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout,
"Clean down the tables with wet sponges! Rouse
Yourselves! And when...

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I saw it lying there curdle up
It’s little body trembling, its tail shaking 
And it appear as if its hind leg is broken
I put it to stand up but it fall to the ground
And cry...

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A special place in hell
The devil sits upon his throne
In the fiery pits of hell
He casts his eye over his special place
While he beats an ominous bell.

Surrounded by pure evil
In a wicked witches lair
Her head...

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A new day perhaps, of immeasurable tin, sound of din
A hurricane noise, a thrall of riotous cuts, although thin
The blood-curdle choke of rage from before
Now purchased like plasma from the needle store
Go hump yourself, If...

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Being a household hero
and laying in my hammock,
is the only reason.
Summer in my backyard,
is my favorite season.
I love a soft warm southern breeze.
As I lay I the shade of Red dogwood trees...
The only Hurricane in...

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My gentle tongue,
                              Loosely professes my...

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Rongtern Mansion
By M. Taha Effendi

(Verse Libre)

The front door of the mansion mysteriously creaks open,

I freeze.

Hoping to hear a welcoming voice,
But all I hear is the wailing of the cold wind,
The pitter-patter of rain outside,
And the...

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Issued paper fibers mirror those of the straw bale,
The waters of the great canal through the morning sail.

In spite Venezia was tied, the chairlift was jostling,
Twisting its way through the small calli in haze whiting....

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I drank the blood. 
Shuffled up to the altar,
pearly white shoes scraping over
faded white tile dirtied by the footsteps 
of countless sinners.
(I knew, even then, that that same grime already claimed my soul.)
I accepted the...

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It was a cold winter’s eve,
     The stars had been scattered across the night. 
          I lay there, for I had tried...

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My confidence in you wavers, 
the sweetness of your words wither,
they curdle forming blatant remarks, 
and broken promises.  

These words hurt me, 
building a storm of anger, 
and you know this,
yet day after day...

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Friendship

Id like to tell a tale all about me mates, The ones who restore my sanity. . . Removes all enemies from my gates.
The friends who remain with me, The ones who’s strength i steal,...

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A skip in my step and a smile as i jump
A tap on the shoulder in my throat forms a lump
Grin as it does and takes as it wants 
Snatching and fondling in delight as...

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A mother to you, a son to me, sucking the life out of my bosom and weep in disgust when it's saggy.
Men love a tempting hole to fit in,
to dissolve seeds of bliss and then...

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At post teenage 
some day at tea a committee
my mates same age
while seated a round wooden chair
legs crossed, sipping coffee
did asked me

why do you speak in proverbs
poetry they mean to say.
I air to them in...

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Lisa, a fellow freshman who lives in our neighbor suite, is a breathtaking beauty from New York - the kind of beauty that toppled ancient Greek empires - a sun-like beacon to the male sex....

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I wonder what it looks like from below in the icy liquid gloom
Our legs flying, invisible bicycle spinning, arms turning
Keeping only barely above the water, our ears and chins dripping
Our hearts pounding, perhaps like the...

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LISTEN TO THE CRIES OF THE CHILDREN;
LISTEN TO THE PLEAS OF THE MOST WRETCHED;
HEAR THE DISTRESS OF THE REJECTED.
WATCH THEM WEEP!
AND SEE THEM DIE……

I  WATCH AND PRAY
HEAR AND WEEP FOR THEM…
WEEP..WEEP.. AND WEEP…
THESE ARE...

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It's not the nights of fear,
That lead me to asphyxiation,
The darkest of bargains,
My soul for her tongue,
In exchange for depraved inspiration,
I earn my place among,
The greatest authors of the era,
In the shackles of a Daedra.

My...

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mene tekel peres - calligraphic prescience.

global village voice - a dialect of babel

the poetry slam - pen viva voce
inherent bloodline - curdle into nepotism

Atlanta's Oliver Hardy
so pretentious and somewhat lardy,
had a sidekick,bungling,but thin
both silently,still bring...

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tittering totter is not a high heeled smoke alarm nor a ship

Valve number eighteen is open said the rasping snakelike male. Slithering. Pipe like gatherings of serpentalias sweeping. Above and below. A surface scarred tissue....

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Fishing through any needy soul
For God's only purpose
We search for the goal
On Hideous bible planes we reach
And love and learn and
Cry and teach 

We are far gone
In whiskey and gin
strangers long for
Sweet brandy and sin
But...

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I'm churning milk out of butter
but with you I curdle
Cuddled and rolled into corners
because there is a space here that hits
me in the center of my chest
I'm losing breath
counting down to when it'll be me...

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(translated from the original language into English by the author.)

       A Klingon Lullaby

Die with dignity my savage child son
My warrior at the battle station ready
Bring honor to the Empire's...

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U F O is a W d o p u y t r e s a d f g h k l k m n b v c xz q?

Feeling ill cam be understood to...

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