Long Snatcher Poems
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fertilization upon ovule
via spermatozoa automatically
gearing linkedin anticipated birth
especially upon confirmation conception
did sex seed
after numerous attempts dispelled dearth
as probable odds
finally wrought hardy sea men
to stoke the womb
spelling biological chances
that, fecund female will evince swollen girth
the longest time tested oven since humans
found warmth
amidst flint stoned sparked hearth
and fraught with utmost joy
at prospective parent hood
which, (lemme here
collective soulful sigh of relief)
that *****Sapiens
durability foretold tubby good
thenceforth extra mouth
to feed necessitated larder of food
which harvests
must be plenti full to appease gods,
and bank on siblings
to beget appreciable brood
hence existence extant for millennia
fastened tight like umbilical cord
sustaining potential life in utero
in due time dilating cervix will a ford
signal (predicated on natural bio rhythms),
whence that cub hoard will be a saving grace
(amazingly innate survival skills) noel lord
could ever conceive,
an instinctual attribute moored
within early forebears of modern mankind,
an explicit genetic haversack
microscopically pitch perfect (NON GMO,
gluten free trade) blend poured
with just the exact consistency,
flexibility, and resiliency
(in case a lion, tiger or bear roared)
as adrenaline pumped woman within family way
to escape let incubating progeny shored
when time and tide informed clandestine
cherished, fortified, prized oh ward
whence healthy birth of baby feted,
festooned with garlands engineered ahead
reflecting golden halo
akin to a ring of bright waters
thence new born and maternal figure
ferreted nested in feathered bed
which, didst double up when dread
locked spar ring human,
whence grim reaper got fed
another mortal, which body froze
with rigor mortis heavier like a led
zeppelin versus when person alive in stead
no heroic measures extant
when grim reaper came quick
advent chore of early primates could not treat nor trick
the scythe lent hooded body snatcher
as candle box didst flickr
burning down tallowed wick.
No Rest for the Broke
A hustler from Durban did hustle and grind,
But heaven seemed hundreds of hopes far
behind.
He pleade for peace,
Got debts without cease,
And found fate had a fiendish design!
The Chicken Crossed For Wi-Fi
A clucking wee chicken went creaking
one day,
Crossed the craziest crossing for a hotspot,
they say.
But the signal so week,
Now chirps out his challenges in eggs
every day!
The Blesser and his Money
There was once a blesser in Zamdela,
Who spent his mitha on falsetto-
Today he sings for the fame,
but easily forgets his name,
now he hums in tongues incognito
The Jamaican Chef
A chef from out Jamaica,Joy,
Made jerked chicken a jammin' great toy.
Wi' hot habits he had,
He was hardly so had,
His hot hen helped him hire every hoy!
A snatcher named Javas, a silent snake's son,
Snapped phones with such speed, he
shocked everyone.
He'd steal seven a second,
A storm of a fellow, we reckoned,
Sending signals of sorry such soon he was
spooky with snatching so swiftly he'd shoot
past the sun!
A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed
madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Tick tock says the clock
Time to
Walk, talk,
exact
pain or gain
says the clock
Pray you don't fall prey
slack mouth lacks
Wanting no seizing
From season to season
No reason for ridicule
A reason for a silence
Resilience, shame
Tamed fame, no frame
Fascinating
Pain; Playing victim
All time while
medicine to heal
Ease on you
Gain; Territory expands
Gratitude and love
Yield bountifulness
Walk; In others
Others walk
So in you
Clothes covers scars
Lay your bed
So you lay on it
Talk; To others
Others talk
So to you
Respect is
To be
Reciprocated
Prey; Begging for attention
To be valuable
Discriminating
Unaware of self
Uniqueness
Slacking; Unused brain
Speaking
clones
laziness
Instead
Observing
Flapping
flutter's you
Lacking; Self confidence
Discipline
Brings denials
Attaining
Acquiring
Restricted
Wanting; Instant gratification
Losing focus
Settling for anything
Granted desires
Seizing; Always consistent
Taking without
Reciprocating
Updated version
Of snatcher
Swiftly
snitches get stitches
Season; goes around
Comes around giving
What you gave
Relentlessly
Unapologetic-ally
Reason; for living
Decision to make
Consequences
You see clear
Before
Action
Reaction
Ridicule; Bulling the bull
Ought
Take by horn
A worthwhile
Ride
Love don't cracks
Ego does
Pride
Sacrifice
Power
Silence; smooth in action
Fast
soundless in nature
Powerful
Creation
Liberation
Hesitation
Resilience; Attitude say all
Gratitude
Gateway
Misfortune
Gave
Up
Shame; Indifference
passableness
Gain
Pains
Mindset matters
Time reviews
Tamed; trained
easier to control
Master no craft
Slave to others
self motivations
Survival mood
Fame; Without integrity
notability
Important
Dishonest
Division
Seekers
Frame; Physically portraying
Building
Lies
Manipulating
Minds
CLONES
Do as I say
actions matters
Fascinating; Alluring contents
Preys are so lovely
Be aware
Devourer
Insatiable
Bird eats ants
Ants eats birds
Live or die
Talk to inspire
Walk to heal
Says the clock.
The snatcher of a growing childhood
converting adolescent innocence to adult desperation
now wears trending covering of power and glamour
with mind blowing colours fading away from one wash
coming from a shredded past is this trapped thunder
having an attitude felt in different temperatures
and character molded by a thousand question marks.
An uncle by blood, a friend at heart
a heart which announces all kinds of delicious meals
but serves in actuality spicy foamy vomit
shows qualities seemingly classmates to humanity
but are wholesomely baptized in the dead sea
the chilling atmosphere is no camouflage for this freezing fire
bathed in his urine, yet now declared clean.
Time has grown beards and once again, their eyes meet
she's expected to kick the whistle for his fame to linger
his shadows, too weighty for this new image he carries
smiles manifesting with a lazy energy
knocking the head of every feminine soul
his moving up has considered these stains beautiful
with his sleeping crimes far from societal righteousness
whoever he has beaten, should be a celibate prostitute
and kick the whistle, never letting it reach the lips.
His sunflower is blue and honey, bitter
letting the world know this, translates to singing hymns to the dead
she stands her ground to open his history's black chamber
he's the criminal but the public stands as her poisonous jury
she chews this bone with rubber teeth but never stops
the truth unveils but to noisy ears
to let all know he's an adult born of a child.
He's tenacious but not on a jean underwear
one more little voice adds to force out a moving plant
the anthill is broken as they come out of all holes
one time preys now unforgiving predators
to show a personality as real as a neckless head
resting on boneless shoulders
the whistle has been blown rather than kicked
as justice and fairness become first cousins to life.
I am the darkness that falls in to your dreams
The nightmare that last longer throughout the night
The catcher of fear to lock-up the soul
A snatcher of spirit through a night invitation ceremony
The only red light in the alley of doom
I was feared by many more still counting
I'm only summoned by the strongest heart to fight their worst nightmares
As I do not produce news of trend
I only inflict pleasure smeared with pain endurance
Suffered tears has more deeper meaning than spells collected in my creation
It brings excitement in my ears
To listen to a prayer while pledging for forgiveness
It warms the ban inside me to unleash your reward of anguish
My story was never told or written in any mark
The body count shall be my tittle while it's trailing tall
And my name will run through history of dream terrors
Release me!
In your dreams I shall appear
"Close your eyes
Hist my name silently
Dream me inside your dreams while passing through the grave yard
See the Yat pulling fast in the lake, let the water consume you and I shall appear in your death dream
Finally smile with a purpose of knowing that your last breath shall sink in the pillow till eternity"
my dreams were not meant to be caught
nor horded to be worshiped in secret
No, no "Dream Catchers" for me
my dreams fly free
from the recesses of my mind
where they are caught
in my internal "dream catcher"
which was meant to bind
for fear that should they escape
and materialize into reality
they'd be ridiculed and abused
misused by the confused
who do not even know
what a dream was meant to be
they'd vaporize and die
there before my very eyes....
from this very place, they rise
freedom bound
unbound
they seek the skies
Aurora displayed to be found....
"Dream Catchers" are not for me...
I am the Dream Dispatcher
You heard me....
the dream and reality Matcher,
I'm the dream scheme of success Catcher
the "ride the wave" Snatcher
taste ebullience Latcher
Dream stuck to catcher...
Detacher
Yes....that's me
Dreams were meant to fly free
Transience of life
has made me see
There is no other way for me
to be
"Dream Catchers" are for fools,
and I surely am not one of those
Are You?
Eileen Manassian
Rumple Stein locked the
bedroom door and grinned,
his eyes reflecting the pale
moonlight outside.
"Beneath your very
mattresses lies the Shadow
Snatcher," he whispered,
pointing a crooked finger
downward.
"This skinny, faceless
monster stays awake forever,
hating the peaceful dreams
of sleeping girls and boys."
The children pulled their
blankets up to their noses,
freezing as the bedframes
creaked softly.
"He creeps out into the dark
because he desperately
wants to fall asleep like you."
A cold breeze swept through
the room, through all the
windows were tightly shut.
"Since he cannot rest, he
reaches up to steal your soul,
hoping its warmth brings him
sleep."
The youngest child
whimpered, realizing their
feet were hanging off the
edge of the mattress.
"If you close your eyes
tonight, he will snatch your
spirit right out of your chest."
Rumple Stein blew out the
lamp, laughing into the pitch
black, "Better stay awake forever!"
Well today I find myself stretching again
Passed tests trials and wicked heart men
Playing games on courts
Who me no door
Shuts close with no reason
Freedom comes in season
Time gains its now
Hope despair somehow
Catches up with lost time
Almost lost the mind
Sandy winds in eyes
Differently to cry
Tears of joy to die
Old life renewed
All the reason to choose
Team won without rules
This dude thought slick was slick memo
Producer with no demo
Riding tires without a limo
Stage with out bingo
Won with out a song
Hidden revealed who won
Sitting in the audience tables have crumbs
Snatcher and catchers
ballplayers flipped done
First place without a stump
Hills with no humps
Helicopters blades with days
News casters who lie trilogy
Rain passed storms windy chilly
Seasons have reasons
Maps have overlaps
But people insecure run miles with no crap
Tell tales and stories with lies
Promises made with goodbyes
Pimping Easy prostitute pushed down made to cry
Die deaths streets with beats
Undercover paid service with creeps
Heep down with locks too
Blurred Lines tell lies too
Who wrote Gaye lines paid lines have paid too
Steel Ruler
My steel ruler, Mr I Will
Toy With Your
Affections, passed away
last Wednesday. The doctor said it was a
severe, sudden disease that
was going around that got her. At her funeral in
the backyard I sung to
her her favourite vowels i and v, then I
confessed for her to be the
Cheese Stick snatcher. My stationary wept, then I
supervised, judged, a
celebration adagio that was
secretly a
competition. Of course, the ones whom didn’t move
slowly were
automatically OUT! And the winner was:
Mr Hole Puncher. No prize was given. Who placed
2nd? Well, in
my mind there’s
no 2nd.