Long Feral Poems
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Foggy Express
Preening For A Distant Gaze
Other Thoughts Entangle Charm;
Ends-Without-The-Means, Indeed!
Trust In Troubled Torrent Tribes...
Raid The Chambers, Raise All Voices!
Yours Is But A Word Away.
I've Got Your Number,
Seen Your Thoughts...
Passions' Preference, Prejudiced Still;
Ran Around The Racetracks, Cheering!
Off! You Feral Cockerel Sewer-Rats!
Onward Ho! Ye Her0es Of Re-Cen'cy!
Find Our Un-Common Empowered Empathy!
Ten Stations Later - Stations Closed.
Hats Off! Conductors And Cabin-Boys...
All The Better, All The Madder:
Tender Butter, On A Platter.
Worlds' Benefits, Cruise The List
Old Globby's Globe Just...
Reeks With Similarities!
Damned If We Don't Know What We Mean.
Syllable Counts, Uhhhh...
Can I Say "Indeed" Again, Down Here?
After All, It's Just Convenient.
Nothing Here Is Useful, Splotches...
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Taste The Stain Left By Those Lips.
-Gray Squirrel
06-09-2025
Something’s amiss, in this matrix
All that we see, is doomed to die
Our form’s but sticks and bones and bricks
Within which ego’s up to tricks
Delusion - heart’s cry, as we sigh
When feral urge, we don’t decry
Trauma bonding with lower mind
The time’s now hermit, to ask why
Going through turbid earth life grind
Heart’s desires grip us in their bind
If only we dwell in silence
Bliss ours, if we’re with love aligned
Rekindling inner sentience
Bursts forth innate luminescence
God’s light aglow, in cave of heart
Cascading bliss effervescence
08-March-2022
I ask Freya of the cool blue North
To be my special Magic Goddess
Naked in Her clicking high heels
Freya, my new fantasy friend
At my side when adventures go forth
She's posing in Her skin for me
At the edge of the mystic trees
Twisting, bending, showing me
I can have Her, if I can catch Her,
If I love Her, what a tease
She's teaching me Her style of charm
To conjure Her in dreams awaking
Glamouring love spasm calling Her name
Goddess of Love and shuddering Sex
Clenching my fingers in Her golden mane
Freya my partner in dark sex adored
Feral Freya with paralyzing eyes
Ancient primal Sacred Whore
Gliding around me in blazing form
Goddess of Love and Death and War
Magic Shape Shifter, Valkyrie Queen
Who could ask for a cooler Girlfriend?
We went shopping for shoes today
For clicky high-heels that firm up Her rear end
Then hit the sidewalk to stun the old men
Long-legged Freya, my Goddess Girlfriend
She’s a wily one. Watch out!
There is a tornado coming, Tornado Tressa.
She is feral, ferocious, fierce, filled with fury.
Tread lightly, better yet, hole up in a ditch or a basement.
A paw comes out, tearing up my white sock.
Then I hear a small meow. Good grief.
Is this what they are talking about?
Apparently none of these Venusites have seen a cat before!
They think it’s a tornado for some odd reason.
I offer to take care of it for all the plutonium I can get into my space ship.
Mission is a huge success.
I wave happily.
Check my gauges.
Adjust my mirrors.
“Planet Earth,” I say to my MegaBlaster.
Plutonium Princess curls up on a pillow and sleeps all the way back
Under the spectrum of chameleon sky
the transiting sun shines deceptively
on the masked faces of ingenious craft,
walk you enticed on blind garden path.
In the dense night of broken dreams
you don’t hear their footfall of silence.
Their sneaky eyes probe to consume
as masks dissolve in depth of darkness.
In the desolate domain of ineptitude
under the ebony sky on murky ground
the nocturnal animals prowl around,
stalking the haunted who can’t hide.
The nightriders slither from the wilds,
unmasked they morph to feral demons.
Unsuspecting predators on the hunt,
sinister sly creatures of menace lurk.
With arcane acumen of trickster devils
as sordid silhouettes of evil they creep
stealthily onto quintessence of your life,
sip the seraphic ambrosia of your soul.
Posted : February 27, 2020
June 16, 2020
Contest : Strand No 800
Sponsor : Brian Strand
In towns where Basic fantasy makes a frown
Nature has turned Completely upside down.
And day tours emigrate to the Cambrian shore
Onboard, the rivers boats from Windermere
moving between hills and trees, miles from home
where the boughs of orchard greens are overgrown.
From distance views are the dreams first caught,
But by wagon roads are the scenic marvels wrought.
Steep is the pass across from Eskdale to Hardknott.
The architect must create when the odds are Great.
And stand resolute by luck, for success, failure, or fate
Keep the faith Lyvennet flows alone to catch the bait.
In Crake valley the vision of dreams is made known
On Penrith curb they drove all the way back home.
from the distillation realm, everything looks foreign,
Solemn and determined, invoke quiet a snarling spell
Being the adventurer rage driving furiously out of hell,
With Lakeland Muse, ambush by cars on top of a hill.
Framed flaws lay beneath the religious camouflage
Shadows meandering when winding lanes diverge,
An envious world moonlight enriched into a mirage.
Out from the woods, alpacas and feral cats emerge.
Pale and pickled at the grunting grumbling core.
In lush Whitehaven vale oblivious of a full-scale war
Continued tours like silhouette building dunes
In embroidery gardens, beautiful flowers bloom.
Bumblebees, wasps, and flies have wooed and won,
The old man ‘Lakeland’, seated on its penitent throne
Crocked steam from Ulverston rises on the pond.
Another day meets the Crinkle Craggs of Lakeland.
My garden backs onto a farm
Which shouldn’t cause any alarm
With so much fresh air
I’m glad I live there
And only one thing spoils its charm
I feed the birds and feral cats
At night I enjoy watching bats
The field mice and spiders
That reside beside us
Are fine, but there’s too many rats
It’s fine that they eat the bird’s seed
I watch out for places they’ve peed
But there’s a lot more
Than there were before
The thing that they do best is breed
To stop them I have made a start
Regrettably, traps play their part
I’ve tried every type
And none match the hype
But guess what… rats can’t burp or fart
Although that sounds rather uncouth
I read it: It must be the truth
I’ll use baking powder
To make gassy chowder
And those rats are gonna go ‘POOF!’
But these rats are terribly bright
They come in the depth of the night
I mixed chocolate spread
With soda as said
The scent would prevail in low light
It was late so I went to my bed
Those rats were stuck firm in my head
Would they be beaten
Will that bait be eaten
By some other creature instead
At first light next morning I checked
I didn’t know what to expect
The bait was all gone
Those rats got it wrong
So they should be totally wrecked
Could my yard, at last, be rat free
A hedgehog is all that I see
His innards let rip
He shook at the hip
And farted and burped ‘Do-Re-Mi’
Self as living light, dwells in feeble form
We know this truth not because we’re in trance
Helpless like a leaf, caught in a thought storm
Save in silence, stuporous is soul’s stance
Mistaken we are only body-mind
We pursue desires that are self-serving
Feral instincts rule, our deeds are unkind
We believe we alone are deserving
Law of cause and effect comes into play
Karmic retribution is sure and swift
If not in this life, in the next we pay
Directionless, rudderless, soul’s adrift
We dwell in darkness thus, consumed by lust ~
A time comes when we recognise we’re dust
A time comes when we recognise we’re dust
We then begin to inquire who we are
To do so we require to win God’s trust
Remaining motionless like the North Star
In the void of silence, truth becomes clear
We get out of our own way, so to speak
In time ego recedes, reducing fear
Choice of cessation plugs energy leak
Each though we think, we mindfully patrol
The thoughts we nurture strengthens our ego
Silence then the way, to regain control
As cravings of lower mind we forgo
How long will we remain a creature bound ~
The light our soul lost, must be quickly found
The light our soul lost, must be quickly found
Always of course, with divine assistance
Shifting to heart, we walk on holy ground
The child within offers no resistance
In no time at all, we’re suffused with bliss
Why did no one tell us of this before
Ah, the rapture of Divine Mother’s kiss
That leaves our heart begging for an encore
What happens is this: we be to become
Seeing at last were made in God’s image
Presence is aligned with the cosmic hum
And within our heart, fires of heaven rage
Feel the pulse of divine magnetism warm ~
Self as living light, dwells in feeble form
If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.
The unbridled mind turns into a predator animal
Breaks away from the shackles of virtuous sanity
Chases the prey on the track made by brutal craving
The basic instincts morph into entities base and virile.
Deflected from the course shown by the moral compass
Time plunges the being in the vortex of vicious storm
Breaking it down into discarded debris of wreckage
While the voice of God echoes in conscience unheard.
Life is the embodiment of the unique existence
The construct of divine elements almighty chooses
Manifest magnificently suffused with heavenly essence
Within the trinity of coalescing body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of perceptive mortal senses
The mind builds all the dreams it desires to see
Allured by aspirations into the dark unawareness
It suffers wandering in the wilderness of barren life.
Under the convolute layers of the clouded mind
At the sinister inner depth resides the gloomy soul
Until awareness dawns with the light of eternal truth
Builds unbetrayed the holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the enlightened pathway of devout life
An inward journey to the sacred sanctum of spiritualism
Takes the soul to the ultimate destination of liberation
Where consciousness perceives the meaning of existence.
___________________
April 19, 2022
Contest : Soul Betrayal
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
australian numbat is cuter than a chipmunk, monkey or cat.
with deep claws that know how to dig out food so fat.
tiny brown eyes and shiny nose remind us of the snout of a deer.
his striped eye socket is chipmunk-like, and crystal clear.
termites are the numbat’s diet of choice of course.
never a poetic subject of Poe or Joyce, like a horse.
but he devours termites twenty thousand strong.
not yearly, but daily. I do not think this is wrong.
reptiles and raptors – pythons and eagles too….
try to catch and devour numbats as foxes do.
numbats sense of smell is overly developed, keen.
at Yookamurra Sanctuary they can easily be seen.
mumbats' caves and cottages are actually hollow logs.
where he can hide from feral cats and dogs.
george moore recorded his first one in 1833.
“Looks like a squirrel, weasel or striped cat to me.”