Long Prey Poems
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Flying past the hillsides,
flying pat the bays,
flying past the cabin
where I might just like to say.
Flying past the tall trees,
branches scrape my feet,
’tis the finest jetpack
you can buy with money.
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Flying through the cities,
over the suburbs,
flying past the park where
kids by swings wait their turn.
Flying over mountains,
past the birds of prey,
the eagles give strange looks
then dive out of my way!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Oh, free flying,
so high and free,
I wish you had
a jetpack like me.
If I had cash
I’d buy you one,
we’d soar up high
and have too much fun!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Dear trafficker,I am on the run
With face emitting fear
Worn in clothe surged into rag
By the scissors of rape
linen scars
With the screech from angry nails;
narrow escape.
Do not ask why I run
Like a prey dodging the hunters’ gun
from thick darkness I run, in search of sun
I am but a derelict
Worn in tattered smock
As the whirlwind stirs frustration
and my hopes remain forlorn
I would relish the scary street
Here is better than your hell
No more shall your contractor waylay my ardent strife
Fruitless life
Sweat in shambles
Still I boast of no life
I wouldn’t come,
Without the credence from your tongue
You said the pastures are green
and life is but a melodious song
Meanwhile you had it planned all along
To make laborers from our clan
The poorer we are, the richer you become
I am only sixteen,
Devoured by manly mantle
For sordid pleasures
My pride will they rumple
and vowed that I shan’t see the morrow’s dawn
If I dare relinquish the place of a pawn
As heeds the rivers’ wave and tide, the coxswain
So do I heed commands that deepens my pain
I am stocked
Can’t move forward, nor to the back return
I am disheartened
With no hope of a glorious turn
In the street corners I shall lay
Where wanton mosquitoes fly
I lay in the spring of tears
Till heaven hears my cry
Trafficker as I lay with earthly stings
I know you are somewhere
Feeding on chicken wings
I run for a place to lay my head
If it means to bunk on grass in exchange for bed
I would anything, than stay in my mistress’ den
Where I am a meal to many men
Daemon! You orchestrated my fall
You took my harvest and careless if I perish
You said papa will be fine when I work
This is all for papa and you know
Why then is my story so
Tell the kids in Togo's loitering street
and all the troubled ones in Africa
When a man like this beacons
Please resist his soothing tongue
For he is darkness in array of light
As he would cajole, to cast on you a lasting plight
He is a coward,
whose fortune depends on our sweat
and in greed, would he have some souls to-let
Trafficker, don’t from your evil schemes relent
Till justice come, and then you’ll have no chance to repent.
Speaking to the clock
"tick-tock..tick-tock..."
The Cold breeze whispered in her ears:
"Kill and I will clot..
Like a cherry on top,
Thou shall suck the ruptured spleen
Taste of blood, thine eyes shall gleam.."
She grinned in mockery of their fears:
"yes Master! I read your chimes,
In my alleys, wisdom sublimes
Into the smoke, of a stale corpse
My rhymes are written in ruby drops.."
Night has fled beneath her eyes
And there, she stood by her prey:
Thorough, and her hair was dark
Conscience seldom would embark
Her psyche, she had no doubt
Loved the redness on her pout..
The glee that death had given her
Made her fly into the azure,
Choice of knives,
Choice of lives,
Or raw, she liked her meal
Broken bones,
With fleshy robes
Alive! It made her feel:
Fingers dripping blood,
She licked the floor..
For more,
Poor prey! she kept it still
As she devoured to the heart..
The Cold Air embraced her in a passionate kiss..
Esctatic shiver in the icy trance,
She had her dessert:
Eyes that lolled on the couch,
She plucked, as per her divine vouch,
Time had passed, without a glance..
She leaves the night for the damned
Until hungry again.
I am no hero or villain. I’m the further away from being a devil nor an angel. I am not the betrayer nor the foolish loyalist. Some people see me as prey, others see me as the wolf out on a stroll, looking for the next I sink my teeth into. I am neither a killer or a victim as well. I am not the escapegoat or the cause of all your faults. Not a prisoner nor a person of true freedom. I am not able or disabled, though I am capable of many things on both sides of the coin. Neither am I trash to be tossed aside, nor am I the thing to be accepted just because. For all the things I’m not, it seems that none on this earth still can’t figure out what to call me. I have told and retold them until I turned blue. But with all the effort I have put into it, it has fallen on deaf ears and blind eyes. After all these years, hundreds, perhaps thousands, haven’t grasped what to call me. Maybe I shall try with you this last time to say what or who I am. Then maybe someone will finally understand what to call me. I am the flawed, the heart beating, soul-filled. I am a human being.
Eyes of a trader
With words of wisdom
You make destruction look so good
You don't use force
But the beauty and cursive of your words is tantalizing
You can make dreams come true
But what they don't realize is your true intentions are very much cruel
Your like a rock that has been painted gold
You look pretty and real on the outside
But once someone cracks you open
They realize just how dark, cold, and worthless you really are
But you don't fool me
With that toothy grin
That cunning smile
Like a snake waiting to strike its next prey
He gives you just enough to keep you coming back for more
Having mistaken your curses for blessings
Praying for gold instead of glory
Riches instead of righteousness
Allowing your mind to grow smaller
Being carnal minded
Your flesh stinks of indecency and willfulness
You make a mockery of his words
We were supposed to be the chosen ones
But instead we dirty his floors with our muddy feet
Then we wonder why we're hanging from trees
Like the ornaments we hang on that dreadful Christmas holiday
Used for target practice by those who are supposed to protect us
We wonder why we can't rise to the top no matter how hard we work
WE ARE CURSED!
And the only people we can blame is ourselves
We are dirty
Refusing to bathe
We reek of sin
Like an alcoholic
Drowning in Gin
We are killing each other without even using weapons
Men the call themselves preachers
They don't deserve to be watchmen
They would be better at being hit men
Because of all the lives they are consuming with their ignorance
You try to warn them before it's too late
But they refuse to listen
Calling you a liar?
Their ears plugged with thick wax
So much so that they can't hear
Refuse to hear
So?
Who is the real devil?
You may ask?
It's US!
YOU'LL NEVER WEAR THE CROWN
NO BETS YOU'LL WIN THE RACE
NO MEDALS ON YOUR CHEST
NO TROPHIES FOR YOUR FACE
NO ONE COULD EVER LOVE YOU
YOU'LL NEVER MEASURE UP
DON'T EVEN BOTHER TRYING
YOU'LL NEVER BE ENOUGH
THESE THOUGHTS SWIRL IN MY HEAD
I'M DROWNING IN SELF DOUBT
THE FEAR TRIES TO CONSUME ME
MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I DON'T COUNT
I HAVE TO BREAK THESE CHAINS
SEE THE BEAUTY INSIDE ME
NEED TO CHANGE MY OWN PERCEPTION
I'M MY OWN WORST ENEMY
I WAS JUST A A LITTLE KID
WHEN THESE FEELINGS GOT THEIR START
THE OLDER ONE WAS PRETTY
THE YOUNGER ONE WAS SMART
I WAS NOTHING SPECIAL
WAS JUST THE IN BETWEEN
A SHY CLUMSY TODDLER
THEN AN AWKARD NERVOUS TEEN
MET WITH LOTS OF BULLIES
AT THE SCHOOLYARD ALONG THE WAY
THEY SENSED MY INSECURITIES
THAT I WAS EASY PREY
EVEN THOUGH IT'S LONG AGO
BAD MEMORIES FROM THE PAST
IT'S FUNNY HOW HURT FEELINGS
ALWAYS SEEM TO LAST
I'M SO TIRED OF FEELING USELESS
LONELY IN SUCH PAIN
SCREW THIS INSECURITY
JUST TOSS IT DOWN THE DRAIN
I'M PROUD TO STAND IN MY SHOES
I'M PERFECT IN MY WAY
AND I KNOW THAT ONE DAY SOON
I'LL BE STRONG ENOUGH TO SAY
I HAVE NO MORE FEARS
I'VE RELEASED ALL MY SELF DOUBTS
I'VE CHASED OFF MY DEMONS
REALIZED THAT I COUNT
HAD ENOUGH OF FEELING WORTHLESS
LONELY AND AFRAID
NO MORE GOING BACKWARDS
IT'S A PROMISE THAT I MADE
When sun sets and the deepening shadows creep
When most birds go to roost under the canopy of the woods
It is then I start my nocturnal odyssey,
Flying through still air on pinions, foraging food.
I have a heart shaped face with eerie round eyes,
Positioned like two peridots fixed on a concave disc.
My claws are as sharp as razor knives.
With gyrating moves and cavorting glides
With eyes fixated, searching and observing,
With a swish and a swoop, I subdue my prey.
I love the golden sunset but hate the blushing morn.
My weird hoots rupture the stillness of the night.
Send chills down the spine of the young and the old,
Many see me as a bird of ill omen,
A harbinger of death and bad luck,
But some say, ‘there’s nothing foul about the owl’.
Out in the pasture grazing about their way
The Shepherd is keeping an eye out for beast of prey
The sheep being so oblivious to any such attack
It is the Shepherd who will provide all that they lack
Each day from early in the morn
He follows them through dirt paths that are so warn
And as the sun dips out of sight
He leads them back home in the frigid night
Each day He is by their side
Through the mountains and valleys so wide
He leads them all
And each one of His sheep knows His Call
And if even one sheep should wonder astray
He would command the other ninety and nine to stay
No matter how bleak, He will always, always, try
Kind of like what Jesus does for You and I
Yeah, listening to the Shepherd is a good thing
For they know the destruction that wondering will bring
For others desire and they are such easy prey
Thank God that our Shepherd is here to stay
a constanza
Is God’s viewpoint misunderstood?
Sodom burned in His discontent
for conduct our courts give assent.
Though some fault rests with Hollywood,
most immoral misbehavior,
living proof, man needs a Savior.
Like Mother Eve, man has withstood
conformance to a righteous way
choosing to yield as Satan's prey.
The Creator of all things good
shaped gender with no compunction,
procreation, its core function.
Our God knew as only He could
the all-pervasive attraction
of sexual interaction.
For sure He saw sin’s likelihood,
prostitution and abortion,
and all kinds of sex-distortion.
By sheer grace, God forgives deadwood.
Jesus died; He’s our Salvation,
redemption from hell’s damnation.
Is God's viewpoint misunderstood?
Though some fault rests with Hollywood,
Like Mother Eve, man has withstood
the Creator of all things good.
Our God knew as only He could,
for sure He saw sin’s likelihood.
By sheer grace, God forgives deadwood.
written 2 July 2018
Heavy the darkness
While the world is fast asleep
Danger is lurking
Wolf on rocky ledge
Silhouette against the moon
Howling to the sky
Midnight clock striking
Engorged bats in frenzied flight
Deep red blood dripping
Wailing wind runs wild
Scattered clouds in disarray
Dizzy moon blinking
Lonely star trembles
Over stagnant pool, despairs
On stark reflection
Gleaming stalking eyes
Beasts of prey are on the prowl
Shadows come to life
From depths of darkness
Haunting spirits breaking loose
Ready hangs the noose
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Contest: Any Poem#23
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 2nd