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Macabre icicles dangle from Winter’s chandelier, chilling
the chamber of the queen, lachrymose lighting for dears.
Children feel her icy breath against their cherub cheeks,
shivering from shoulders to feet - she promised them treats.
Squid tentacles, icicles from ceiling to floor, edge doorways.
The children suck frozen pops — in summertime they’d
make them smile but instead a chattering appears from
the queen, ear to ear, “Eat up, children. There’s more!”
Cold water droplets eek from the ceiling like scurrying mice
landing on the tip of the nose and fingers, lingering too long,
until icicles form, make no mistake — the storm is cruel!
“Stand back!” an older brother’s armed with flaming torches.
Winter is sweet for sweethearts, Morgan bells, hot cocoa,
but this Winter scene is vomitus. Only one chess piece
moves in this Winterscape. The older brother’s interrupted
the nestle of plum-children in sleigh beds, so white and pale.
Snowlids open, slowly the children’s limbs stretch and crack,
melting like snowmen. Crackling’s all around, like a scream.
Kids swivel their necks and find a warm cave, no queen.
Brother scolds for a second or two, serves them hot chocolate.
12/23/2020
"There is no God," says the fool in his heart:
Dreadful, depraved, nowise good, even part.
The LORD looks down on the children of man,
sees if they seek him, if they understand.
Corrupt, all have turned aside, everyone
there is none who does good, not even one.
Of Him, no knowledge, not even a shred.
They eat up His people as they eat bread,
snubbing their peril, blind to the terror;
God's with the righteous, not those in error.
O man, you who shame the plans of the poor,
do you not perceive? The LORD will restore.
When, LORD, salvation? When will it be had?
Let Jacob rejoice, Israel be glad!
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(from Psalm 14)
ACADEMIC YEAR
Another year has come!
It’s the year
buckle your shoes,
to sharpen down your pencil
make ready
your eraser to neatly
clean every past mistake
of your stakes
So as to bring out
your beautiful crayons
to wipe out
the ugly painting
on the canvas
and repaint.
the mistakes
of the stakes in the past
is but an eye opener
to the waste of today
and future.
Another year has come!
Another year has come
get rid
of every dirty slate of slumbers
eat up every lateness to greatness
excrete the attitude of punctuality
wear a vest of cheerful appearance
holding your baton
of the race with a grip
to pass it on
with good moral values
to the next generation.
There are mini-bunnies in between my fleshy toes
They live there in miniature rose bush that glows.
I watch them sometimes, amazed at their grimes.
Hopping between my big toe with green slimes.
Carrying passels of baby bunnies on their warm backs.
They visit each other, and laugh with tiny little hacks.
I sleep with my feet reposing in lettuce and worse.
Wanting them to eat up, and there are carrots in my purse.
Rewarding them for their yard work, glad that they glow.
Happy that their favorite thing in summer is to mow.
For they get out their lawn mowers and get all of the hair.
Off of my legs, that has been growing down there.
just saw myself in the mirror
after feasting a box of pizza
cannot stand the sight of horror
and realized 'twas a bad idea
the main goal is to get lean
have my ass busy and active
but i'm lazy af to go clean
i guess its fate to get massive
got advised to get balanced diet
to lessen on sugar and carb
but the cravings are hard to quite
even giving up rice for lard
so this is what they called keto
gobbling more on fats and grease
less on meat, rice and potato
and more on veggies and cheese
some of you might get irked
but i need options and hope
please advise will this work
before i eat up this whole loaf
A fresh, hefty heap I left in the box.
You scooped it away into that flushing abyss.
A crisp, satisfying sound echoed—
Music to my ears.
Phew. My poop was gone.
Are you a wizard?
Four long years passed.
Then, the human assumed the form of a serpent,
Devouring a long, green cucumber.
Slathering my poop all over it,
Licking away the giant, pungent stink
With a satisfied tongue.
And then, trying to seduce me
With a terrifying truth:
"Here’s Churu for you~"
"I’ve got another cucumber, you see.
And I made sure to spread the poop extra thick and salty this time."
"Eat up."
Ah, was I that hungry?
Did you pretend to throw away my poop all those years,
Just like a magician hiding a trick?
I passed out.
Overcome by your dark truth.
How on earth am I supposed to look you in the eye tomorrow?
I'm a polar bear, just that.
Don't ever call me bi-polar
or I'll angrily maul you to death!
Take a good look at me;
I'm a hulking menace.
Don't let my elephantine size
fool you. I'm surprisingly agile;
fast enough to chase down
an Arctic fox!
I'm a formidable apex predator
and wanderer of the North Pole.
When you don't see me,
I'm probably in hibernation.
My hunger is unslakable.
I can eat up to 10%...
of my bodyweight in 30 minutes!
My dense coat and body fat
insulate me so warmly that I...
sometimes overheat in summer.
When I do, I cool down by
plunging into the ice-cold sea.
Did I mention I can stand and
fight on my hind legs? I'm like the
energizer-bunny; incessantly mobile,
roaming hundreds of miles across
the barren Arctic tundra
in search of seals and fish.
I'm all dressed in white;
the snowbank, the perfect camouflage
for me to suddenly sneak up on a prey.
Invade my frozen kingdom at your peril.
I rule the arctic wastes like the king lion
rules the Serengeti!
Submitted for...
Strand Select A ,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 02/01/2020
Date written: 01/24/2020
Churches bow to the pulpit, time to confess your sins
Crocodile tears over evil acts that you know you'll perform again
So tell yourselves that all is forgiven, and that inside you're okay
But behind the heart of you hypocrites, demons shriek all day
Paint your white picket fences, those values you hold so dear
One day you'll realize that all that you love will someday disappear
There is no reward, no great meeting, no happily ever after
But an endless void that will eat up those scared pastures
So run and hide, those of you who believe
All the lives you ruined because of things you can't even perceive
The demons that lurk in darkness as you say
Are yourselves in mirrors, so get down and pray
We are the future and your foundations are dying
The end of oppression over us with all of your lying
Stronger we grow, so fear us, we are coming soon
Those who hold so closely imaginary religion that will shortly be in ruin
And not everyone in these places are so bad
But the loudest majority, which is what is so sad
Soup friends are just...out of sight!
When lonely and sad in the night
Their poems I read
And come up to speed
Then everything seems ALL right! ;)
Poems in shapes and sizes
Poets in different guises
Some are really hot
Their words hit the spot
So welcome to the prizes!!
Some write of nature and plants
and rhymes are written of ants
Some hot body parts
Some mention the arts
While others write raves and rants
Poets have stories to tell
And mostly, they are all swell
Some write about S E X
Their great big "dog" Rex ;)
Or how we'll all burn in hell!
Try out a contest or two
A collab of muse and you
haiku may be fun
word games and a pun
Don't stick to the tried and true
you must at times take a stand
Just hope that you won't be banned
write "naughty" but "nice"
Add lots of hot spice
and hope that you won't get canned
This SOUP has tidbits galore
one taste will make you want more
Soup diet is great
So don't hesitate
Eat up!! There's more soup in store!!
A revised edition of an older write. We need some levity. It's not really my thing...but hey, trying to be versatile but still old school. Each limerick is 77557. I know the meter is not always spot on, but....it's not really my FORM! ;)
What is Man?
What is Mankind?
But A cannibal who likes to eat up one another's minds, mentally I mean.
We just like to criticise negatively that is, violate, belittle, ostracize, subjugate, oppress one another.
We love to feel superior, that we are better than, we have somethin over the other.
That we are more important.
And so we discriminate at will, segregate, even incriminate,.
Man is just a lousy, fallible, worthless and fickle piece of number 2
With an expiry date that is unclear and unknown.
So then why shouldn't we just try to live in peace and not pieces,
In love and not war and constant endless unnecessary strife evermore.
What can't we see the good in each other,
Learn to congratulate , uplift, as opposed to pulling down more.
Why can't we be willing to help one another more,
Find fault less, help up more, push down less.
Why should we feel better than just because we are richer, or the other poor,
And try and cooperate and build up more?
Try to develop the ingredients and skills of Listening, observing and understanding More, and talking and ignoring a little less.
Stop being aloof, and try to come down a little.
Stop passing each other without a greeting and without a care or concern whatsoever.
Try Reaching out a tid bit more or tad bit more.
Develop a mantra to make life easier, and better and smoother for you and me and everyone else from now on. Make to vow to that effect or effort.
Try your best to alleviate or mitigate not augment the hurt, the infighting, the gap, the rampant disunity and pulling and tugging we see and encounter every day.
This should be the main purpose of our lives.
To add, not subtract, To Improve.
Define Human Nature.
It is Conquer, Condition the other to Capitulation,
It Is Plunder and Pillage. It is Coldness and Cruelty.
She Is Me First. Or I First. She is All about Me. More of Me and Less of You.
Or More For Me and Less or None For You. She is merely Like a selfish Endeavour or Entity.
We need to try to change or rearrange this foolish and stupid Definition as promptly as possible.
Reshuffle that way of Thinking or thought process.