Long Lair Poems
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I used to be younger
I used to be stronger
I used to be a good lookin’ whore monger
I used to be more lackadaisical
More free lovin’, more free thinkin’, less reliable
My hair hung low all the way down my back
I didn’t have a care or a lack of a lair
I always had my brother's back, still do
But just not as much with the lack of you
In my life now
I used to be surrounded by friends
I used to be less lonely, and rarely alone
I used to be a little less stuck in the mud
I used to be in a lot less pain
A lot less strain on the brain
Or in my back
If only there were a pill
To just make me feel
Young again. Ahhh, to feel young again!
Is that a whole lot to ask for?
some agents provocateur didst maim
self-acceptance, and (found thyself
as a boyish twenty something
weathering onset of gum recession,
maxillofacial surgery, impressions,
xrays galore, scaling)
necessitated (score years later) urgent intervention
i.e. treatment plan under auspices
re storied name
University of Pennsylvania
Dental School to mitigate malady
entailed every last tooth plucked with ease
since no other recourse could tame
accompanying jaw bone loss,
which destabilized rootless choppers,
and despite the state of the mind turning to pulp
(this haint no “fiction, nor FAKE)
thus I acknowledge sincere gratitude thru poetic aire
for the entire fleet of dental students,
and staff that didst care,
who assuaged distress, exceeding the best expertise flair
which eventually warranted being fitted for dentures here
bringing an exemplary end result
encompassing yours truly writing in his lair
after about a dozen years encompassing
so many wing (bitten) angels far and near
across webbed wide world to help repair
chronic distress minimized now, cuz there
prevailed the most blessed delight
when Medicare picked up the tab
now smile more willingly with artificial dental wear.
Refuge
Whither the river flows and finds its way
Life surges and ebbs by hunter and prey,
There, beside wooded paths alert anglers fish
By slow waters where cool willows sway.
Painted boats glide on the bright wavelet’s crest,
Below shaded bridges, fish feed or rest
And gather in close clumps of reed or sedge,
A Grey Heron sits upon its open nest.
Passing tall grassed meadows where cattle graze,
Under oaks, horses retreat from heat filled haze
Nervous rabbits run to bank side burrows
And field mice escape the lone raptor’s gaze,
The silent hunter waits and finds his mark.
Inside a moored boat’s cabin, a dog’s bark
As fox and cubs sleep in their hidden lair,
While others find refuge in the watchful dark.
Barry Stebbings
July 2023
in the glow of lighting in the mountains shadow
the flow of cold winds flowing from the hollows
the night is my call to my ebon passion
a wolf's howl, an echo within
waiting to see if I hate my sin
the sky filled with thunder like the eagle's cry
cold harden iron against my thigh
the need to draw it grows evermore
with the chance to add to my own lore
my enemies had lost their opportunity
a chance to prosper and to gain mercy
their souls leave as they hear their own last breath
their doom and lack of motion show that life has gone deaf
as I walk from the lair where they hid
I tip my hat as an act of honor I bid
I look up to the moonlit sky
as if their souls are giving to the night
I found forty rusty pennies in a black leather slipper
while my itchy nose sneezed more than three times;
why were they hidden from thrifty mother?
Weren't they less valued than silver dimes?
While my itchy nose sneezed more than three times,
mom woke up to scold me for my loud laughter;
she was mad and wanted to hear anything but lies
and frantically screaming, she pulled my curly hair.
Mom woke to scold me for my loud laughter,
I tripped on the slipper, falling flat as a bear,
and frantically screaming, she pulled my curly hair;
with an angered face, I retrieved to my dark lair.
She was mad and wanted to hear anything but lies,
mom woke up to scold me for my loud laughter;
with an angered face, I retrieved to my dark lair...
I found forty rusty pennies in a black leather slipper.
Strolling along the beach without a single care
When I look up to see
This lady with a colorful blank stare
Who has stunning snow white hair
Casting her amazing eyes on to me
Should I be aware
How she captures this moment I see
With that colorful blank stare
Do I dare stop so we can share
Will I get caught up in her snare
Will she end up at my lair
This beautiful lady with this snow- white hair
Who has this amazing flare
That renders me to float like hot air
I know this is rare when a lady with snow-white hair
Can stop you with a colorful blank stare
So I must prepare for this affair
With this beautiful lady and her snow-white hair
Oh how she rocks that chair from way over there
I don't want her to think I'm square or in dispair
I sure don't want her to think I am a player
When I find myself locked into a full glare
With her colorful blank stare
When I feel her bare soul brush up against mine
Wanting it to wrap around me to set us free
To explore all the wonderful feelings
That is going off inside of me
No way to compare how this
Beautiful lady's stare
With this amazing snow -white hair
Captured my heart with a rare moment
That makes such a loving pair
Thank you, dear lord, for answering my prayer
Those endless talks of
giving the fat a trim
Beauty is now the
monopoly of the slim!
Sinuous and slender
The hourglass figure
The thinner, the better.
Dieting and slimming
down tricks
ofcourse selling like hot
cakes
Tis a pity, I can't eat to
my heart's content and
desire
for rounded figures they
no longer admire.
But as long as
scrumptious samosas
keep frying in pans
and delicious pizzas
keep baking in 'em' ovens
it'd be hard to keep the
damned calorie count
or to live in fear of the
expanding waistline
mount.
Ah those mouth-
watering deep-fried
kebabs
are entirely to blame for
my yo-yo dieting!
Gosh to cut down on
cheese and butter slab
is one tough way to get
rid of body flab.
This war against weight
is weighing upon my
mind
instead of being simply
plump and straight
I gotta maintain teen
contours and curves I
find!
You do know this is a
war you've got to be
winning.
It's those extra pounds
and not the war you
have to be losing.
Or the other skinny
lasses will be staring
grinning.
Ah but all young ladies
must as well beware
dragoness Anorexia's
engulfing lair
or how her crony Bulimia
too can ensnare!
So pals better be about ill-
health precautious
rather than being overly
so weight-conscious. :)
Stimulated waves of pirates plank.
Orders echoed, where the parrot sank.
Sensuous bride, with windblown cheeks,
Teeters on the Captain’s ride for weeks.
A head of mighty eagle’s hair, a smile,
That weakens the knee, of wench and bile.
“Throw her overboard, Captain Sir!”
“Aye, no! I do not concur!”
Fine mates prepared the stew in fair weather.
Tore off all the colorful controversial feathers.
Poor naked carcass boiled for its fowl taste.
Heartbroken Captain shook his head, “What a waste”
“Pity, my darling is so strikingly pretty and young”
“Be ye careful, my sweet dove, of trouble that’s sung”
She gulped down her spoonful of stew, with great care,
No desire to stir this Captain’s sea and lose her lair.
She’d step lightly, not venturing a creak, from now on.
Kept vigil of her reflective pond, becoming a bit withdrawn.
Shadows flapping, outside the Captain’s deck, unnerving.
This berated bride, be very careful what words, she be serving.
1/18/2018
Brian Strand’s Middle January Contest N/A
Line Gauthier’s A Stunner January 2018
I still remember that first day
The way your hair dances across the air
Trying not to stare
Knowing I was the boss I didn't dare
Though I find myself starting to prepare
To show you just how much I care
Your natural beauty so hard to resist I swear
I just want to hold you tight like a teddy bear
So charismatic with a unique flair
So easy to talk with
I like the way you care
No way will I let any man tear
What I find in you that is so rare
Can't wait to take you home to my lair
There you will see I'm no player
Giving God my every prayer
Your skin as soft as babies touch
Your demeanor is that of a ladies clutch
So well spoken
Your heart has never been broken
To this day I will never forget the way
You made me feel
Life with you is so real
Never wanting this rainbow to fade away
Baby, you are here to stay
Love the way we laughed and played
Most of all I like the way
We would hold hands and pray
Talking about how every day together
Was such a magical play
To just take us away
You're the love of my Life
Who is here to sway
I knew it the moment I met you
That very first day
You stole my heart away
September rains could not put out
sparks that set the forest aflame.
Forest beasts, scurrying about
with innate scamperings, self-same
in prior incendiaries,
take part in this unending game,
branch to branch in furtive scurries.
The red flame, gradual at first,
spread through the woods in swift flurries,
licking each leaf to quench its thirst,
from under-growth to tree and bush
painting nature, a mad florist.
Now every leaf a ruddy blush
till the whole forest was ablaze,
and from each leaf the green it flushed.
The autumn dance, a Dervish craze,
with wispy winds stirring the flames,
waltzes in a different phase.
Forest creatures assert their claims
and in speedy rush they gather
all they can find: seed, nut and grains.
With the coming of November,
the leafy flames dance themselves out.
Each leaf, now a dying ember,
meets the dismay of winter’s pout
leaving every branch charred and bare.
Now all the fires have been put out
and forest beasts without a care,
now safely curl up in their lair
awaiting for the green spring fair.