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Shadows fill the alley, where they lie in wait
To buy and sell sundries of a wicked kind
needles injected, gun shots fired, witnessed in
flashing neon lights
I equate them to sewer rats, crawling 'round
whose sinister stories would make me shudder
counting their number by red cigarette glows
blurred in veils of smoke
Another cheap wine bottle smashed to the ground
Stiletto heels needing to trade for a fix
Money earned turning tricks; spent on ecstasy
eyes in Zombie mode
I should board my window so I cannot see
the bowels of a city, dark and defiled
Such tragedy permeates the air until
street lamps dim at dawn
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If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever,
Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace,
As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away,
But to dance with me in the love's palace we yearn for.
The storm inside of me is silently disarmed,
In the quiet chambers, with the murmur of an abandoned river,
Cast my becoming into the future's pastels,
And blend into my passage, smooth as a muse in flight.
If you add to our struggles the salt and bitterness of life,
Wield your character like an art of pure mastery,
Your sincerity will be a lighthouse in the darkness,
And may you wander far from the sneaky chains of deductions.
Rather, go and sculpt your language from mute gestures,
Mysterious, as the eyes speak what words cannot,
And let your steps be guided by robust melodies,
That feed my hungry eyes with beauty and shape.
Now follow the steps that promise ungrasped bonds,
And don't forget the light that must end the enshrouded spectacle,
So that in the end, my soul may be enmeshed in your nets,
And you enclose it in a labyrinth of love, to gift it immortality and the eternal.
I remember as a little girl
On a visit to an aunt’s friends house
I was sitting reading a story book
As quiet as a mouse
I asked to be pardoned
To go to the loo
They were all playing dominoes
So I knew what I must do
I opened up the door
And placed my foot on the first stair
Then I heard someone in a low voice say
“Are you sure that she's all there”?
I felt a tear run down my cheek
I was doing what I ought
Only speaking when I was spoken to
That's what I was taught
When I’d done what I had to do
I went back down the stairs
The domino game was finished
And there were four empty chairs
They were all in the kitchen
Drinking cups of tea
My aunt she turned to me and smiled
And handed a cup to me
She noticed my tear-stained face
And stroked it with her hand
I told her what I’d overheard
She said I was too young to understand
I was insecure throughout my childhood
Never felt like I fitted in
Undernourished because I wouldn't eat
Now I’d just be classed as thin
From the age of five
My time at school was fleeting
Feigning illness to avoid the bullies
And escape another beating
I remember cowering
In the corner of the school yard
Cigarette butts stubbed out on my arms
Left painful, sore and charred
Name-calling and violence
Made me feel inferior
Set upon by bullies
Who thought they were superior
When I became a teenager
Things they got much worse
The bullies were now older
Younger ones they would coerce
To taunt me and lie in wait
And leave me in a battered state
When i got my first job
The bullying it went on
Because my face didn't fit
I was put upon
Got lumbered with the dirty jobs
That no-one else would do
Like swilling down the filthy yard
And scrubbing the outside loo
One afternoon, the manageress
Secretly asked me whether
I would do sexual favours for a delivery man
And I reached the end of my tether
I got my coat and quit the job
Never looking back
I later heard that the manageress
Was found out and got the sack
Now that I am older
No-ones victim will I be
I stand my ground, nobody’s fool
And i am happy being me
"Their Queen Pheromones"
Nectar
attracts
foraging
honey bees
with components
of their
Queen Pheromones
the butterflies beckon
their inner wasps
to sup on clover
four leafed, beds of velvet
green virgins unseen
herein slumbers
far too gone
to lie in wait
love expells
from his fevered pate
the crown of Lysander
fragrantly torrid
oriental orchids
for the hidden deep pink
in those errant
loose lusty forget-me-nots
whispering in the naked ones
those of deeper blue hues
thorny bent over, then
faces to the sun
long dark night violate blooms
those blushing black roses
supine against a lux body
of moist work
pushing lust and love
hard as a rock
in the fertile mind of
the luscious Lillith garden
no socks.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the whirl
Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love's a two-way dream “
"I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one-way street”
"I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder's hand
I'm the branch that you break”
Hell seemed to encompass the land
As I watched him holding your hand
For a moment I was happy for you
And then my shameful heart gave way
Earth longed to suck me in its waters
Above fellow demons and their hollers
We rue the day we ever existed
Longing for the touch of human flesh
We were trained to eat at your souls
To fill your poor deprived holes
With filth and emaciated sin
Slithering within…bellowing within…
And when I look at him I know he’s yours
I should have seen it coming of course
You never wanted a nothing like me
And someone is to blame I see
The voices in your head made you cower
You once were awed by my power
But now the beauty of love has destroyed us
I am nothing, and he is yours
Take her you bastard of a fool!
I don’t need anyone, for I will rule
I will rule over her vessel
And mark me, she will detest you!
Remarkable as she is you will leave her
While I in the darkness keep her
But for now I’ll lie in wait
For the perfect time to ensnare
Let go of his hands
And allow this heart a chance
Let the man lose his compass
Only to stumble upon a new woman
Oh, lamentable you!
I force your love to be true
Kiss me, my hate—my love, you fool!
He’s never coming back for you!
Because you are not special
You belong to nobody—nothing!
And you shall find
That you were always… MINE.
Oh great Tavern!
Beautiful and wondrous inn
What countless prizes
Lie in wait inside!
Your vault keeps from us
Our treasured Mead, Wine, and Beer!
Oh great Mead!
Pour from the keg
Fill up your tankard
Drink to the Coin brothers!
Toast to your Paymaster
Salute your paying prince!
Oh great Wine!
Delicate to the sip
That is, to the gentile
For us Landsknecht!
Red wine is the blood
And the taste is our communion!
Oh great Beer!
How we hear your cry
Begging to be quaffed
You give us such a fright!
Way into the night
Slipping and falling!
Oh great Coin!
Our most beloved
What we’d kill for
All hail the Paymaster!
For his contracts bring
Our treasured Mead, Wine, and Beer!
Girls and boys grow up proportionately
With needs specific to their given gender
They become women and men so they say
They say celibacy is dead, is nonexistent
Technology becomes a vice for them
When at the casino, machines seduce adults
Dazzle pretty, show bright and shiny objects
Screams and rings are on display in public
Slots entice the visitors to do bad things
Remain un-phased, are hungry for the money
And keep you satisfied for just a moment
Passion has a special language filled with coins
As you depart penniless with your shame
Apertures lie in wait for the next boy or girl to seduce
Communication is all they want to do
Show some symbols as a token of their love
It's just a game for boys and girls to play
Slots have the last word, last action
Remain with their virginity intact as they say nothing
A poem that comes at night without a thought in mind
Words appearing outside a plan yet finds a place to opine
They seem to lie in wait, for a chance to take a bow
completing the lines in need and leaving me to wonder how
Words, plucked out of the air while clamoring around for a rhyme
And battling the thief of words, an unknown in this space and time
Not seeming to be apart, yet, volunteering for the issue at hand
Slipping in under the radar searching for a master plan
A poem appears on my page built with suspicious means Words written without a thought at least, to me it seems
The poem master comes riding high and lifts a calloused hand
My horse, running with an empty saddle; I only hold the pen
The master knocking down the blocks that mute the good ideas
Unbolting the door that locks the mystery where useful words Appear
He rides to ensure success when the wreckers of the brain come in
I’m at a loss to his confusing ways, I only hold the pen
If time could rewind,
Then I'd fail my med school exam,
So no pain of being a doctor will ever be.
You need to be one to understand.
For I'd be relieved of long hours on call,
With no sleep, no rest, not even a doze,
Yet fresh work must begin the next day,
As if my bed took all my sedatives.
Legs struck with cramps during surgeries,
Eyes drained of vigour from restrained sleep,
Yet the brain must stay most alert,
Else their wigs and suits will bleed your pockets dry.
Work is done in currencies spent in dreams,
Rewards are paid in miserable coins to bank accounts,
Teachers frown at late school fees,
Landlords wave quit notices for overdue rent.
When the body begins to complain,
And mistakes seal up excellent procedures,
In their wigs and gowns they will order,
“Cease his license; he’s not capable.”
Yet the bed sheet that wrapped many years in emptiness,
Will now be used to soak tears for the rest of the years,
And on their lips will rest the cruel words:
Good riddance to bad rubbish.
Your life is lived without fun,
Yet those in the so called noble profession lie in wait,
To milk dry twenty-five years of hard work with pain,
By then, grey hairs would have weakened the brain.
So what use are those years of heads buried in books,
When it's in dullard's pockets money is minted,
While you work as if work was yours alone,
So, time, can you go back to that med school exam, please?
Take your stethoscope, give me peace in its stead.
Through thickened woods and thorny brush
I chased the elf in silenced hush
Around intoxicating pines
And mossy-covered hanging vines
Taking care to mark the way
With petals dropped from rose bouquet
My distance safe from prying eyes
And forest creatures’ wilding cries
I stalked the fairy to his lair
With visions of the gold we’d share
I’d lie in wait and pounce at will
And marvel at my stealthy skill
Finally, his hideaway
Nestled deep in green decay
Nothing left to do but wait
And dream about my wealthy fate
The leprechaun began his work
Upon his face, the strangest smirk
But still he toiled with tools and nails
Evoking lovely olden tales
He cut and stitched a dozen shoes
The crafty work, a clever ruse
For soon his suit of green did fade
Together with his sly charade
The tap, tap, tap, a lullaby
Beneath the starry moonlit sky
My dreams of fortune quickly gone
Replaced by sunny rays of dawn
The cagey man was smart and swift
And left me with a parting gift
A pair of shoes so shrewdly soled
With dazzling heels of gleaming gold