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Blackmail In Utopia

Two faithful souls stand listless in the great big tower 
overlooking the stranded city that once stood tall
yearning for a quiet place to lay their heads 
while far beyond the deserted land 
a soft blue light gleams gracefully above tranquil skies,
dancing shadows rocking to midnight tunes, 
and sweet melodies echoing from the gigantic moon. 

She spans more than a thousand feet long soaking
up the exhausted  earth, her immeasurable depths
cuts and carve through  valleys and streams 
with clear blue water and powdery white sand 
what more could you ask for on that distant land. 
They have been planning this trip for many years,
but when the time draws near their saving  disappears. 

An empty refrigerator with two trays of frozen ice
lean against the corner  of the kitchen
in their ten bedroom mansion
and a bare pantry exposing a slice of mildew bread 
filled with little mice nibbling  and  playing tug of war.

Not many people knew their story
they have been broke for twenty years 
but lived a painful  lie, cutting corners 
making back door transaction, 
eating lamb and turkey from profits
made from sordid deals. 

Their empire that once stood tall hangs in dismay 
While it watches the world going up in flame
by those who continue to play treacherous games.
 
Sobibor and Hiroshima horrors of the past
Should have cleared the way for a more sophisticated path
But now athoroughfare mixed with complexity 
packed with insidiousness 
have ducks walking around 
quacking without wings or tails

They finally got an offer to go to Utopia.
with packed  bags not a  penny in their name, 
they set off for Utopia hoping to find a new life again
but when they got their it was the same old begrimed game. 

Their entire world has been shaken, 
shaken by its own guilt and self-reproach, 
the transgression that their ancestors have borne
have been handed down for generations to shoulder
 
A land that they believe was pure and holy
has turned into nightmare and horror
dreadful things dismount in dark corners
women raped strangers abused
yet religion forms the core of the throne

They have witnessed empires toppled, 
Kingdoms have fallen in their sight
Rulers have shaken and wept bitterly 
causing the great big god to balance the scale
but blackmail in Utopia remains a formidable  game

                                                            ©2013 Christine Phillips
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Fancy Stress - Collaboration With the Amazing Nina Parmenter

There’s a party tonight so I bouffe up my hair
Pamper and powder my sweet derrière,
Arrive at the door, all done up to impress.....
Oh man, I forgot! Invite said “fancy dress”!

Pete and Sue are here, seems their theme’s ‘Tarts and Vicars’,
Sue’s skirt’s microscopic! Look at her tiny knickers! 
Pete’s in a nun’s habit; the image is scary,
I’ve not seen a nun with a chin that’s THAT hairy!

And there’s Spider-Man! (although I’m perfectly certain,
His cape is made out of his living room curtain),
His curve-hugging costume’s quite “cosy” in size,
I think our friend Spidey gobbled too many flies!

In the corner, a lady has come as Snow White,
Gee, her bosoms are out there, her corset’s so tight,
They look like two bald heads squeezed into a sack,
Glad my hubby’s not here - he’d have a heart attack!

In the hallway, a robot is looking well-oiled -
Her costume’s made out of three rolls of tin foil,
She looks more like a turkey at Christmas, so later,
I really hope no one is tempted to baste her!

By the buffet, Fred Flintstone is looking contrite,
I think he and Wilma are having a fight, 
Behaving all “caveman” has got Fred in trouble -
He showed his big man-club to poor Betty Rubble!

There’s a massive man-baby dressed just in a nappy,
The “milk” in his bottle has made him quite happy,
He’s shaking his tooshie and sucking his dummy,
And asking a lady, “can I call you Mummy?”

On the sofa is Princess Fiona from Shrek,
Blimey, Count Dracula’s nibbling her neck,
I avert my eyes to avoid his rising passion,
In walks his wife, and his face turns quite ashen.
 
His irate wife’s dressed up as pop singer Cher,
In her see through outfit she looks almost bare,
Then she lays into Drac just like Rocky Balboa -
She’s drunk as I skunk, I’m relieved I don’t know her!

Suddenly, Batman bursts through the door,
In his skintight costume - my jaw hits the floor!
He’s so muscular - bulges in all the right places,
If I play my cards right, could be me he embraces!

Well sadly I haven’t a costume of course,
Til I spot a young chappie dressed up as a horse,
I leap on his back - I’m a great improviser -
Strip off and shout “Hey I’m Lady Godiva!”

Collaboration between Jan Allison and the amazing Nina Parmenter

3/17/18
Form: Rhyme

The Hummingbird Cake

"The Hummingbird Cake"




The day started bright -

Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of 
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against 
Electric Blue 
crackling along her lips
like Lightening

Sizzled on 
her bitumen

her mind 
winked at you...

Splits two
into one
not three

Taken slowly
deliberately 
cake digested 
swallowed like swallows 
nibbling freely on air 
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm

stairs to you she stares 
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight 
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up 
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle 
shaken and caste
on a playing board 
pure white
not black

She, 
Third person,
always Third person, 
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the 
words you have put on 
and slowly worn warm

Revisits in her evening 
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony 
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey 
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer 
Blueberries and 
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested 
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen 
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws

The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers, 
reckless kisses and an unplanned

Storm;

A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread

In dreams while you watched 
a movie in bed

Spoken to you 
through 
mind cerebral 
not Reality read

Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips 

that silently bled Red

Words 
Meanings

Life
Read 
Red

Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.

Australiana
Fed.

Sleep,
Bed.

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ


"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI


"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU













"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics

A Sky of Water

A Sky of Water
Arabic Poem By: Falah Al-Shabender*
Traslate By
 Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
====================

A sky of water
Doesn't blaze in a glance;
It follows us, as we head towards it, 
Fraying its essence, 
And transcending in its mysteries;
Emptiness .. Mooing.. And dizziness swallow us,
Undigested.

Here our faces are prayers, 
The horizon is a hearth of died out ashes
No effort is needed
For faith in the supreme.

A phoenix 
From the far away echo
Drops a shadow painting a sign, 
The road leads to......... 
Only if I had a seeder 
For this bird hovering above us, 
And if I hoped for any good from it! 
But, No; it's there by chance! 
If I set up a trap for it, 
I'd capture it.
But, no,
Not this.. and not that! 
We've defined its sky, 
And I have the seeds for it

-What are your seeds? 
-Words, Sir! 
-I don't think it reads.
-But it could hear! 


In the floating cave, their fourth was the bird,
Landed on the threshold.
- Only if this bird would  write us on land, 
To be our witness!
 
Of wood they carved a ladder, 
And climbed the index of birds;
Their mu'ezzin called: 
The nigt is nibbling at the day, 
Digging its valley, 
Pouring in seepage of the last farewell; 
In the naked night, 
We become more than what we are..! 
And what hangs us to the sudden in the darkness, 
We wait to see what comes out of its abode; 
Because this hour,
Is the hour of mere animal! 
It senses our nakedness, 
Chills with patience
Floating creeps in .. A floating drum 
Over a sky of water 
The voice creeps ... 
Somber chant: 
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated 
Falling rain  .......... Rising smoke 
Breathing and exhaling 
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated,
And the foam exhales 
Paper of disgraced thoughts; 
The waves giggle;
We retreat, swinging with bias, 
Turn around, and revolve around "the intoxicated boat;" 
We retreat, 
Our backs meet, 
 And we join;
The tough waits for the tough 
"To be or not to be" ............ That is the guffaw! 

Oh, sovereign power of the sea, 
We are sand;
The bird is belated
And we are picked up by dust. 

*****

Translatedby: 
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
USA
February 2010


*Falah Al-Shabender is a poet from Iraq
The original text in Arabic: http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=80084

Premium Member Christmas Snow

“Cats teach us how to enjoy life. They savor every moment, from 
the warm sun on their backs to the joy of a well-played pounce.”
                                                                       – Anonymous


Snow stopped rubbing against my leg to get attention
when he became curious about Christmas tree lights
tangled all over the floor to the point of contention.
I saw him begin nibbling the bulbs, taking little bites,
so I shooed him away in a moment of apprehension,
afraid that he might break one. Oh, the hypertension!

That lasted all of thirty seconds, and Snow was back,
crouched in hunt mode, his eyes locked on a string.
I saw him tense, creeping closer, ready for the attack.
He chattered and launched himself like a coiled spring,
landing in strings and ran as if he was on a racetrack.
I reached for my camera. It was moment for my Kodak!

Instead of being frightened, he was perfectly content
to walk around, wrapped in lights from head to toe,
so, I let him prance like that for a while without dissent.
But when I tried to take them off, I got a hiss from Snow
letting me know that giving them up was not his intent.
It became a problem that I had to cleverly circumvent.

I thought that turning on the lights I'd already strung
might change his mind and fill Snow with a bit of fright
so, I busied myself with ornaments and stockings hung,
then found him cozied up beneath the tree. What a sight!
He was licking each brightly colored globe with his tongue.
That string still tightly wound around him, they were flung.

I didn't have the heart to take away his brand new toy.
While soothing him with my voice, I plugged him in,
standing by in case he was scared, but not my lil' boy.
Here's the photo and I swear, Snow is wearing a grin.
He's asleep before the hearth, on a pillow of corduroy.
A memory to treasure on this Christmas filled with joy.

When I placed a golden star atop my Christmas tree
I heard the faint mewing from beside the fireplace.
Snow's big blue eyes were open wide as if in plea.
I just couldn't stand the sad look upon my kitty's face
and put a star on his head, then got a holder for a battery
so his lights could move with him. Now, he's purring at me.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
cat
Form: Rhyme


Four Stages of Fire

1. INCIPIENT
the smell of burning body helps me sleep at night
i'd rather ignite this spark in my stomach than shove bread down my throat
singe this hollow home
choke these lungs with bone dry soil so nothing can grow
and maybe they brainwashed me
or i did it to myself
but all of my dreams lead to being skin and bones
the humming of crackling wood whispers 
"starve"
i listen
the humming of crackling body whispers 
"this is all your fault"

2. GROWTH
this skin is getting too hot to live in
i, the embodiment of a fire breathing dragon
i hunch over
choke on second hand smoke
and misconceptions
there are so many ways to feed into desperate
too many ways to swallow yourself whole
i let this esophagus sizzle and cry
i lie arms spread naked on the bathroom floor catching my breath
a slab of meat thrown onto a cackling grill
fatty and full of blood
sized up and bitten into
violated by my own opinions of beautiful
where bitter
where acidic
where a dysmorphic enemy does not linger
nibbling at my tonsils


3. FULLY DEVELOPED
i am engulfed in flames
these charred hands stain my body with words like 
"bony"
like "thin"
like "sick"
this flesh can't escape the freezing creeping up on my being
the trembling of limbs
the chattering of teeth 
is a physical trophy
"congratulations!" you are one flicker away from broken
winter almost melts me
christmas and thanksgiving
piles of food fresh like flesh mocking me
rotting in front of me
a mirror image of my organs and intestines
abandoned and squeezed
some sort of puzzle 
pieces twisting and breaking
i sit quietly
they ask "aren't you hungry?"
i don't tell them that it is too late for this fire to be put out
or how often i dream of drowning

4. DECAY
a guilty arsonist
i toss my lights and my matches
sweep up the ashes
what is left of my home
and i start building
i blow out the candles
shove my hands into the wreckage and chew it up
i won't spit it out this time
i fill myself up
i introduce myself to my reflection
say,
"hello. i am healthy"
say,
"i've missed you"
a phoenix flies over a body she burned
a city she burned
a world that she burned
says 
"go. go find out what happiness tastes like"

Premium Member A Momentous Gift

Five young goats are playing in the field.  All of them are friends.  Everyday they play together, eating the same type of grass in the field.

One day, a new lone young goat came to the field, grazing on the grasses where all five friends are usually nibbling.  The new kid was spotted and all five goats approached the lone kid.  The lone kid was bullied and left the field injured.

After a few days, the lone kid went to the same field and ate some grasses.  It was seen again and driven away by the same herd. 

 The lone kid went to the other side of the field where there are more greener grasses.  Bigger goats arrived on the spot and the kid evaded the flock.

One night, a fairy appeared before the lone kid.  The fairy said, "I am the fairy godmother of all animals here in the field.  I will grant you a gift of your choice!..."

The kid was astonished and said, "My breed does not grow as big as the others.  Can you help me protect myself so I can defend myself?"

The fairy disappeared after hearing it.  The kid waited many hours for the fairy to come back until it fell asleep.

Early morning, the lone kid noticed that his head is heavier than usual as if it's carrying something on its head.

The kid went to the field to eat some grasses.  Bigger goats saw the lone kid and were in disbelief because they saw something strange about the kid.  The flock gave way to the kid.  The kid is surprised because the flock distanced from him and make way wherever he walks.

Days later, the lone kid went to the same field where the five goats used to play.  The herd bullied him and consequently, all five goats were hurt.  That same night, the fairy appeared to the lone kid saying, "I will not punish you for what you did today.  I came back to remind you of your gift."

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone," said the lone kid.

The fairy said, "You will keep your gift to defend yourself whenever it is needed, but I need to bend them."

"Why?" the lone kid asked.

"I will bend your horns as a sign of humility.  Everybody will see your horns as a reminder too."

The fairy vanished after a few seconds.
Form: Prose

Love's Ghost

wind howling and silent whistling as if a lover whispering softly in the prince's ears 
as he stares longing at the moon, his eyes glazing over as he sees the ghost of his 
bride  stare back at him with its silver glow. He smiles softly, remembering her scent 
and the feel of her soft red rings of hair sprawled across his white linen pillows. 

He remembers her laugh as he would tickle her insides, and feel her warmth drip over his hand into his palm. Her squeal as he blew his hot, steamy breath on her neck and began nibbling on the warm and heated skin that was exposed-the rest hidden by the ballgown that was clothing her...sadly....

He growled in frustration when his fingers of his left hand traveled to her back and 
met the small buttons of her corset-the tearing of fabric and pleasureable screams 
fill the chamber and it is her turn to please him...

her fingers find their way under his vest, his shirt, tickling his stomach...tracing the 
skin and following the path down to his...following the happy trail downwards. 
Stopping at the top of his trousers. She grinned wildly when he growled, biting her 
earlobe and she giggled madly when he wriggled his finger inside her, her hips 
bucked and her legs wrapped around his waist....

the moon was bright outside that night...as it is now as the prince watches it, 
waiting for his lover-bride to return to him...

but knowing full well that she is gone, and her loving memories and lustful events in 
this very chamber are the only things that fill him with the desire to wake each 
morning...he feels her hands trickle down his stomach and swirl around his belly 
button, the hairs of his happy trail stand up as his  member bulges in his shorts...

he feels the need to dump ice down them, but without the heat, there would be no 
memories, sadly, its all he has of his lover-bride. He sighs, turning away from the 
window and laying down on the duvet that was to be shared between them, her 
scent still lingers on the pillows and in the sheets...

he buries himself in them both...pleasured just by that....

Premium Member Indigestion

It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed

Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier

	The smell of seduction and no fake news

Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love

Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss

	Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation

It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply

With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy

	Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief

I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated

Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum

	Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest

Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression

A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows

	Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets

The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren

Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies

	Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees

Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption

Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection

	Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh

Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence

That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core

	Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward

Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause

Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation

	Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur

Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise

Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife

	And so we choke on what should have been celestial food

Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger

We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter

	Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain


25th January 2020

Premium Member The Sparrow and the Bush

A little sparrow flew down to a bush and said, "Please, can you give me a little swing on thee, and the bush angrily said no!
So the sparrow went to a goat, to nibble the bush, but the goat said no!
So the sparrow went to a wolf, to eat the goat, but the wolf said no!
So the sparrow went to the people, to kill the wolf, but the people said no!
So the sparrow went to the Mongols, to slay the people, but the Mongols said no!
So the sparrow went to the fire, to burn the Mongols, but the fire said no!
So the sparrow went to the water, to quench the fire, but the water said no!
So the sparrow went to the ox, to drink up the water, but the ox said no!
So the sparrow went to the poled ax, to chop up the ox, but the poled ax said no!
So the sparrow went to the worm, to eat up the poled ax, but the worm said no!
So the sparrow went to the hen, to peck up the worm, but the hen said no!

But then the hen dared the little sparrow, to go to that bird over there to do what you asked, the little sparrow didn't know that that bird was a sparrow hawk.
So the sparrow went to the sparrow hawk, to peck up the worm, but the sparrow hawk was surprised by this tender morsel and said, you are quite brass and brave, but I do not peck at worms, but I'll have a go at that hen.
The hen saw the sparrow hawk and quickly pecked at the worms.
The worms saw the hen and quickly devoured the poled ax.
The poled ax felt the worms and quickly went to chop up the ox.
The ox saw the poled ax and quickly lapped up the water.
The water felt the licks and quickly went to put out the fire.
The fire saw what the water planned to do and started to burn the Mongols.
The mongols was badly scorched that they began to slay the people.
The people began to hunt down the wolf to kill it.
The wolf who was been hunted went after the goat.
The goat feared the wolf attack and began to nibble the bush.
The bush felt the nibbling and cried out to the sparrow.
The sparrow flew down to the bush and was given swings to its heart content.


Date: 06/16/2019
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