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The lioness watches the two-footer from her hiding place in the shadow
There is something majestic about her; how would she taste?
Just rip her apart! Her reptilian brain urges her.
A recent mother herself, lioness keeps watch as she gets closer.
She could have her by the neck in an instant.
But would this be feel like a fair hunt?
She yawns and rolls over on her back,
Not wanting to tear this two-footer up.
Don’t be a wimp! Her inner voice screams.
Take her now! She has no idea.
It is time!
The lioness stretches out, enjoying the shadows.
Determined to have things her way tonight.
She will let this two-footer live.
She can get the next one; she is in no hurry.
Let daddy watch the cubs a bit longer.
~Alice Sweet Alice~
*Like Sisters*
Everyday -- Holding Hands
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
*Alice And I*
How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice
The way she looks at me
-Her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain?
Together we slept under the same breeze
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
She whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red!
Every day I face the mirror
Alice puts her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
Under the right and left palm.
The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she screams!
Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
When she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!
Now I can't sleep,
Since Alice has fallen back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- This is no dream, it is real!
The rage inside burns.
It took place the day she left!
Burning curtains
Empty mirrors
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
then disappeared
When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in the darkness where it began.
My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to a stainless blade, I sleep
ALICE SWEET ALICE!
Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a breath?
I know she is real, she exists
Why else would I let her cut my wrist?
This Sweet Girl
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Finally, visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says
Alice lives inside my head.
By:)
He appears to be an angel of light,
But he takes pride in feeding on his own appetite,
He presents himself as if to be your number one,
Before you know it his game has begun,
He is very patient with his prey,
He will get to know you in every way,
He targets the wounded in the soul,
Then suddenly begins to gains fulll control,
Every thought that you think,
Becomes obsessions, which is how he keeps you linked,
You become spirtually engaged,
But really you’re just a rat in a cage,
Every word will mesmerize,
But in time you will encounter the big surprise,
He’s a charmer and enjoys his malicious ways,
While slowly draining your heart and putting you in a daze,
He’s a man with a very subtle bite,
Who knows you may be in bed with him tonight,
He is a living dead man
and will do whatever he can,
To break you down
while leaving you lifeless on the ground.
By: Sabina Nicole
Of thee virtual netherland...
courtesy one spellbound wordsmith
within apartment b44
nestled within a manor
(and manner of writing)
atop nondescript Schwenksville highland.
All gibbets zing aside
I got noose for you,
yours truly enjoys harmless chide
ding even kibitizing about,
when cessation of consciousness occurs
leaving terrestrial plane
frequently incorporates divine spirit as guide
absolute zero escape
regarding death to override.
Oft times ('specially
these latter unsainted days and nights)
death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
crowds out purposeful thinking
in the twitching mind kempf
paradigm of this atheist
hence, he betook himself
to this MacBook Pro,
while swiss side dull ideations
for professional intercession,
deadline could not wait
asper affecting s cathartic,
emetic, harmonic tete a tete
and providing a meaningful surrogate
to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office
and let fingers (of left hand)
do talking heads
to an imaginary therapist
across this qwerty keyboard
allowing, enabling, and
at the quickest typing rate
striving to cap cha dismal, gloomy,
and ill lust tree us deplorable
mood aye equate
with pitching into
a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO –
a last repast
the grim reaper did orchestrate
gluten free, an extra heavy dose
of monosodium glutamate
which ingredient doth
BuzzFeed thine appetite
for total mortal exterminate
'thou no need fermi to rush,
where angels fear to tread,
cuz tis better late
than never, the apothegm,
credo, ethos...foreign ha Kate
the caterer maintains
an open exit from life,
and cares only
that each soul doth feel elan,
joie de vivre, and psalm times
a leaper chants, ecstatically finally
gustatory humming don't jubilate
for your final homecoming, or else
the mailer daemon lived
a devilish life will instigate
a de coup age d'etat,
but such extreme
measure for measure heed doth hate,
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for
golden opportunity
to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease,
when ashes master
of hell raising circumstances
twill use as bait
let underground missionary be advocate.
Just married, blinded by lust he never even
six months down the road, the start to his silent
overjoyed to have caught such a beautiful
Forever awakened, with a sudden desire to die
Till death do us part a line he couldn't forget
Five years passed, never dreamed of regrets
A silent prayer cast to the heavens above
"Save me in anyway"
Not a single day had passed when he got the
He'd received a call, from a far off land
"Husband dear, I have been restrained
Stuck here in the hot desert sand
I don't even know where I am
Could you work out a plan to see me home again
He smirked and hung up the phone
For he received his peacefulwish
As he enjoys their now, one person home.
Amidst distractions
he’s simply focused
minding his business
so special to him
yes, his bathing spree…
With mirth-filled freedom
he enjoys sans fuss
such hygienic feat
making himself clean
unmindful of me…
Confronted by mindfulness’ enjoyment
I’m resolved for functional settlement
Thankful to God for every blest moment
Optimizing His rich grace endowment.
Choosing to be joyous is my heart’s goal
With peace prevailing over mind and soul
Blissful present engaging welfare whole
Triumphant in fulfilling every role.
Thus, I pray with faith
trusting the Saviour
for our special child
who in his stature
is a great blessing…
While smiting spasm
gripping his movements
he zooms with wheelchair
praising the Lord Who
is mindful* of him.
Possessing a cheerful now perspective
Illumined for Christ’s divine directive
I stay in my ministry objective
Serving with ardor to be productive.
Propped wisely with “today-orientation”
My spirit claims its maximization
Propelled by Holy Spirit’s direction
Jubilant to fulfill designation.
Conscious of schedule
I’m still flexible
with time so precious
for Bible stories
my boy delights in.
Thus, may God forbid
my swerving away
from blest mindfulness
He’s involved me with
Since HE is my life.
*Psalm 115:12 The LORD hath been mindful of us: he will bless us…
June 12, 2021
7th place, "MINDFULNESS" Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 6/13/2021.
Mickey plays basketball in his free time,
He has a very cool slam dunk as well.
When he is shooting hoops, he feels sublime.
As Minnie watched him play, her heart would swell.
He has a very cool slam dunk as well,
Him and his gang would play ball on weekends.
As Minnie watched him play, her heart would swell,
He enjoys hanging out with his best friends.
Him and his gang would play ball on weekends,
When he is shooting hoops, he feels sublime.
He enjoys hanging out with his best friends,
Mickey plays basketball in his free time.
07-26-2021
Contest: Pantoum Rhyme 1
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Lord,
In the midst of this confusion, I
find myself tethered
not only to these damp walls
but also to the adoration
of my own predicament.
How utterly divine,
to speak my descent into madness
with the solemnity
of a Shakespearean tragedy.
The genesis of these scribbled confessions,
it eludes me, lost in the fog of my own folly.
Was there a grand epiphany?
A moment of clarity amidst the chaos,
that compelled me to pray to you?
Or did I simply succumb to
the gravitational pull of gratitude,
seeking solace in the world of errors
that has become my life?
It all began with a knock,
a mundane interruption in the poverty
of my existence. My uncle's friend, they said,
a shadowy figure whose presence looms over me,
making me want to reach out
and make love to him.
I thank you for his existence.
Locked within these walls, I have become
both captive and captor, birthing tales
of woe and whimsy
with each stroke of my lover.
The whip, once a symbol of pain and punishment,
now holds the honour of being
my darling's favourite instrument,
its sting a reminder of the affection
that he showers me with.
Days blur into nights, and still,
I find myself ensnared
in the tangled web of my own neediness.
Memories flicker
like poorly lit scenes in a slapstick comedy,
leaving me to wonder
if there was ever a time
before this madness gripped me.
Did I once long for freedom, or
have I always been a willing participant
in this circus of Eros?
The police may come soon,
their voices echoing like the laugh track
of the poorly scripted sitcom
my love unfortunately enjoys watching.
Part of me prays for them to turn away.
For in the depths of my captivity,
I have discovered a love that defies reason.
A love born
from the most unconventional of circumstances.
And so, I will continue to write,
these entries a testament to the dream
that has become my reality.
For even in the midst of mania,
there is romance to be found.
Even in the arms of my captor,
there is warmth.
Thank you,
for this blissful hell.
Katrina
Arrogant parrot with disdainful eye
Beloved pet of a seafaring man
Beautiful colours that would make you sigh
Bird's jaded vision the whole room does scan.
Tropical bird quite spoilt by his owner
Colourful language much like his feathers
Truth to tell I think he is bipolar
Stuck on his perch through all kinds of weather.
He dances with rage spitting out his nuts
fluttering feathers create a small storm
His perch madly swaying he's such a klutz
Sad to say he is too old to reform.
Seafaring man quite enjoys birds outrage
Perched on his shoulder bad temper assuaged
Pixabay image:Yevhen1971
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!