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REPTILIANS SLID PASS

warm cinnamon angelic wings, I Landed  
spicy sharp sounds leap white midnight sight
turmeric dust sprinkle songs peeling broken heart
coriander with red chilli crackling citrus smart
    
moody tempers evaporate thundering rage
     stability sprung __ Reptilians slid pass mumbling 
chameleons raising, grounding, cobalt circling 

lemon juice pungent pour, I frequency Rooted
    feathery futile arguments chomping mooted 
grounded coconut angled angels gobble gummy hypnotic higher, lightning struck crack plum rack 

shouting storms persecuted no more the core
 stability sprung ___Reptilians slid away silky suck 
creamy masala potatoes fried, touching embers
 
astralic garlic warded off denials, I Taught taut 
raw caw cucumber cooled cities sunk no more
 ground coconut oiling angels ate in apple sauce 
told all we quest to fathom, tongues twisting 
    
cinnamon are the wings flapping wrapping  
       voices direct us ___Reptilians slid into side hole crocodile raising, grounding, sherry grapes juicing

rose petals are portents, I died to ground Birth 
anise in mortar crackle, befit expressions revere lemon juice drizzle no pain mincing garlic severe
 brown chestnuts for pick in nick, tricky sticky 

removing skins, voices direct us in rattling rain
cook in water then puree __Reptilians slid defeated 
turtles tapping, gliding, rum brewing browning 
    
butter beans melt, I cooked adding chestnut cherries with honey hope, voices direct us, be 
masala potatoes fried burnt black, boisterous we sang, peppery taste no haste, touching embers

liquid thickens trusting cornflour ___Reptilians sliding salient, tongues twisting, eggs hatching   
    immerse vegetables in sauce reduce sorrow 
     miracles are expressions of Adoration, know 

     Mira ***
            cles ****+****______sliding salient
                    are >>

     tongues twisting            {}{}{}          express
                            Ions ~~~~~~~ of ___spice rice

    I   taught   taut      {}{}{~}    ADORATION  {}{}{~}

                               Reptilians slid underground 
no order to miracles      ***i died 2 ground BIRTH

                     they are natural occurrences


Alice Aforethought

Deep in contemplation, or was it cogitation,
maybe intuition, Alice had a premonition,
something's round the corner,
and she's come to warn yer,
doing all she can, before it hits the fan,
for she has seen a vision, more than a vague suspicion,
it's a strong affirmation of a predetermination,
and believe me when I say,
"Whatever omen she thought she saw,
it's on it's way here today,
and will soon be knocking down your door.
As, mirrored in her eye's mind,
all the portents are aligned,
maybe it's madness or mayhaps fun
there's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run."
Now, somehow, Alice springs eternal,
in the human breast,
and, with my heart on my sleeve,
aren't you glad I got it off my chest.
Form: Rhyme

Litany of Sorrow

In tattered stacks I sought my way, through dusty tomes of lore
To trace the steps of yesterday, reflections of a time afore

Where apparitions haunt the mist and tarry for a while
To sadly rue the curs'd path of follies artful guile

A shadowed figure paused paying heed to my regard
And from the silent mien I collected my reward

Oh how the heart in hopeless grip doth dwell upon the fear
Reflected in those empty eyes afar and yet so near

They told of tales aplenty, grim in ways unmatched
Of fated days to come in distant memories past

Of portents and of omens, of misgivings dour repast
In ancient times afore those held in futures grasp

There I marked the warning in somber tides of woe
There I gained in mourning the tears of sorrow left unsown

With heavy heart and troubled mind I went upon my way
From tattered stacks and dusty tomes to seek the light of day

With weary steps I trod the paths so many trod before
Of follies dark and artful guile from curs'd days of yore
© Rhan Henry  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Butterfly Eater

A tale lost to the eyes of an opened box
She watched the terrors frenzied frolics
there gasps of unbreathed unstagnant air
Each horror quickly surpassed
her pupils fully blown
then something stunning ripped her gaze
a multi faceted beauty
her head tilted to the sun
eyes tasting sunlights warmth
her sloping swanish nape
like mountain side unscaled
Watching this beauty she couldn't grasp
The evil she understood
their shallow shapes
and deformed moulds
portents of their will
This water coloured feint unsure
but with the parting of those perfect lip
she understood
as she swallowed
the satin winged beauty
her envy of the pure so obvious
the butterfly eater unchained

Mercurial Spring

Spring's annual rhythms cerebrally flow
Nature's mercurial splendour to show
Balmy portents o'er icy mantle glow
Earth's axis tilts; hearth to mellow
Helios's furnace with spawning heat doth bellow
Residual beams to brush face so sallow
A glossy, emerald sheen on encrusted folds bestow
A jaundiced hue from airy cisterns doth shadow
Revitalizing streams from seeded pods to strow 
Invigorating tides enrich pores once fallow
Christening fauna peeps through stents so shallow
Anon, a clover tent the sodden expanse will hallow
Silken wicks enlighten bristling, woody tallow
Shortly, festive plume recedes; amber gown doth billow
Glittering fauna shades each jaded dale, pensive hollow
Fragrant incense each fleeting step will follow
Spring's fertile currents now through each, nestled channel row
Form: Rhyme


Dark Leaf

Once foretelling portents swam within the
Apogee bath.
Torn wounds in flesh, 
unequip the afflicted. Lack.
Unilaterality Undesirables systematically 
inspect an overture unto the future.
Incisions.
Indecision.
Discussions.
Decision.
Resolution Found between 
Thigh
and
Breast Fat.
We spoke on the old West.

Distain allowed to follow 
in 
shadows' shoes.
Walk- 
from the gravestone tomb,
Talk-
from the cemetery plot.
prefer amnesia, anesthesia, or euthanasia, 
the lot.

Apposed to this undying pain, 
grief, 
return of
disbelief.
A contrite 
Sorry resentment 
Sodden in maple 
Solidity.
Solidarity pushed well past 
comprise while 
the unconvinced so
remained that, 
a sacerdotal yet 
antidotal dissenter.

Go on.
Permission to let Pessimism steep in dark tea leaves.
Reverse dove beneath the San Fernando crust.

Premium Member 60 miles from Cherokee

I took my bike on Amtrak, got off at Charlottesville.
Climbed up to the Blue Ridge parkway, the first of many a hill.
I met a Canadian Carpenter as I got closer to N.C.
He was cycling alone; his wife would meet him in Miami.

We shared some jokes and when food ran low
resupplied at the green valley of Shenandoah. 
The Laurel by the road is pink and white in spring  
But late fall had its charm as well, a bike ride for a king.

The carpenter told me that I biked too long
He was right: I gave out, it was he who was strong.
He kept riding south but not with me.
I turned back just 60 miles from the town of Cherokee.

All I really needed was a day or two to rest
But a foolish reflex made me give up the quest
I had told him I had to get back, which was a lie
He shook my hand; one last wisecrack and we said goodbye.

I got home and there was a letter waiting for me:
the Carpenter praised to the sky the stretch to Cherokee.
Sometimes clear, sometimes fog, on the ridgeline high,  
Blue smoky mists blended mountains with the sky.
The road climbs above 6000 feet, there's red spruce and pine:
He said I had to go someday, the views were so sublime

But there were too few blocks of time when I was free
And for those times, storms raged above the land of the Cherokee.
Then dad got cancer, and mom got cancer too
Brothers sometimes shared the load, but the years still flew.

But I'm hoping that there is an opening yet
that I can reverse this particular regret
I'll tear the veil, warp time's bridge
And make my way to that lost Blue Ridge.
But you never know, you can't open every door
There are portents on every scale, and I'm afraid of what's in store.
Form: Lyric

The Adventures of Enea, Part 10 of 13

Anxious in Ancona (1)

His plan, as he’s boarding his baldachined barge
en route for the easterly sea,
(arthritis allowing) is giving it large,
but the pain is as bad as can be:
though Rome is his home, he must go and take charge:
Cortona is cortisone-free.

One thousand four hundred the Christian years
(and then we’ll add sixty-four more):
Pope Pius the Second, that subtlest of seers,
is bound for the Umbrian shore.
He’s even less warlike than Billie Joe Spears,
but wants to be wading through gore.

He’s running a fever, his legs have ballooned,
but he won’t be deflected or swayed.
He’ll not be impugned or dragooned or lampooned:
undampened his rodomontade:
the mention of mercy, mere salt in the wound –
hell-bent on a pious crusade.

The portents are palsied: a bargeman is drowned:
this project is just getting sillier.
“Venetians are keeping us hanging around:
we can hire troops for Tyre in Sicilia.”
The Middle East! Pius wants boots on the ground
(now why does that sound so familiar?)

The ominous omens are gathering thickly,
but no-one could call him a quitter.
He’s scrofulous, suffering, sallow and sickly,
but boyishly buoyant, not bitter.
They land him on sand on the strand of Otricoli,
and lift him aloft in a litter.
Form: Rhyme

Osama Docudrama

Itinerant mercenary shrouded with penitent robe
Shining beacon for terrorists around the globe
Hermetic curmudgeon; gun-toting xenophobe
Zealous provacateur who for ardent jihadists did probe

Material wealth a means; establishing a caliphate the end
Seeking Arab-royalty's, sovereign-sheikdoms to rend
Scourge of terror to blight all that western values defend
Sharia law to govern Middle East; Allah's dividend

Great Satan's engine to throttle
Region's fealty to bottle
Suicide pilots struck the monuments we coddle
Gratuitious shards and blood stains did the landscape mottle

President Bush promised swift revenge
Ordered Taliban to stop Osama's bloody binge
Mullah Omar reneged; Bushes' saber rattling had a malodorous tinge
U.S forces did the Taliban's quarters singe

Alquaida's overseas operations are diminished
But Alquaida's mission not finished
Alquaida cells in Iraq, Afghanistan bravely battle, mettle distinguished
Nevertheless, the infidel forces not extinguished
 
Gitmo detainees probed for information
Trite torture brought about stunning reformation
Stressed warrior's fealty to leader declined in isolated station
Under duration, divulged details about Bin Laden's method of operation

Osama's couriers cover blown
Seeds for fruitful harvest are sown
Courier's redoubt canvassed with satellite, drone
Intelligence on compound, residents CIA did hone

Calculated risk; Navy Seals in choppers did alight
Flying quietly with fiery portents into the calm night
Hoping the briny tentacles of terror to blight
Cresting over the shadowy compound; objective in sight

Down the dangling ladders vigilant Seals did repel
Into the throes of darkness descending into the mouth of hell
Perimeter defense, early warning signals were of no avail
Osama's stunned tenants could only stand fast or bail

Each obstacle, human shield the Seals did meticulously fell
Carefully following the trail to the Holy Grail
Entering Osama's room, rending the sacral veil
The caged warrior with precision did shell

Osama's dead body packed in a unmarked crate
Transported vicariously to lab, identity to equate
Identity confirmed; vigilant menace had met his fate
Un-consecrated remains tossed into sea; watery tomb his final estate
Form: Quatrain

Nightfall

Twilight gleams as its last, satiating stream falls
Malingering shadows cast their tepid tent over the sun's fiery cauls
Shadows recede; an eerie awning o'er earth's tenants slowly crawls
Darkness's bleary shroud o'er earth's canopy sprawls
Jaded sojourners scurry to their lighted halls; ballasted by their plastered walls  
Nocturnal creatures emerge, echoing their long, doleful calls
The moon's, silver silhouette over the listless expanse sprawls
Its magnetic beams do fawning opposites attract; alternately, o'er vixen minds duplicity scrawls
Twinkling flood lights stream mystical portents; causing the wandering eye to pause
In the outer limits, each dilated orb in its own purview of the milky strand trawls  
Distilled vapors disburse; earth's canopy enthralls
Frothy dew strokes the svelte canvas then wantonly withdraws
A blighting chill hovers over the stillness; fertile growth forestalls
Form: Rhyme

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