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Whispered words from behind a wall,
to cronies gathered short and tall.
“Go on ahead,” he said, “let's see.”
“If I can turn her sweet on me.”
So from within, she heard the tale:
the rye, small, snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, like the doe in the fires light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.
Wide-eyed, so stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood.
Within his reach and steady glance,
the hunter broached the ancient dance.
With swagger, grace, he set the pace.
the honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke words of honor, brave deeds,
of his claimed virtues she took heed.
“No, ” said the Maid, for she was shy.
“I’m afraid,” she moaned. “Do you lie?”
He turned her chin, and eye to eye,
stroked her fair cheek and heard her sigh.
Offered cake to this starving waif,
with trembling hands, she took the bait.
For upon his lips and rough skin,
She could, sweet-sugar, taste within.
He sought the warmth of her blood; bone.
He thought the conquest was his own.
Yet, she too held a hope within,
to bring forth the goodness in him.
Oh, she could feel his aching need,
'Twas his seedling soul, she'd feed.
The prey, prayed, to touch his heart.
to give the Hunter a new start.
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Many’s the times, his teeth came near,
to the pulsing vein in her throat.
Many times the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat.
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The hunter balked, stayed for a time,
tasted the joy of her sweet wine;
loving the feel of a drink new,
a gift, love, offered each of you.
Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could He reciprocate, cause fright?
Sorry, was the wolf deep within.
He was sorry; she’d let him in.
Sorry, he couldn't grow in her arms,
Sorry, he couldn't loose to her charms.
“Sorry,” on the tip of his tongue.
As he left her, unharmed, on run.
“Sorry.” said she, rising higher,
made stronger by her pure desire.
Like the ancient Phoenix, she rose,
on the wings of her loves fire.
And prayer floated back from above.
A prayer, sent with her hearts' love.
echoing his sentiment many ways.
“Sorry Love," She said.
"May the Wolf find his Way.”
To be a thing that no one wants
is to live a life of woe
Those backward looks, anger mistook
impede our worldly flow
All shades, all hues, we know it's true
Our skin is a delight
But beauty or not, what is it worth
when it's a cause of daily plight
She's angry, she's loud, must be a ****
Her hair a kinky mess
Such a lazy groove and we must improve
her immodest form of dress
Our shapes and curves smoothly serve
All different types of looks
Hair a crown, sisters around
Together, we hit the books
Or go clubbing, or shopping, or skiing in Tahoe
Things that women normally do
But to be a Black woman in America must mean
That all actions are misconstrued
Our natural shape - immodesty
Our hair - a workplace sin
Our voices - too heated, speak quietly
Emotions - to be held within
These biased thoughts and hidden snickers
A truly scornful sight
I'm trying to learn to love myself
I shall be a victor in this fight
I'm not a f***ing robot
So take your thoughts and go
For to be a Black Woman in America
can be a thing of woe
Just leave me be so I can learn
I believe self-love is taught
Cause though I might be hated here
There's no need to be distraught
For the light, it bounces off my skin
My hair grows to the sun
My body, a gift from mother nature herself
and with the earth, I am one
Drop cloth dreams
It has been found that given enough time
failure will find this destined loser
lurking in gallery tints
and watercolor fault lines
semi gloss replaced by flat
Painting abstract nothings
on a canvas made of words
Broken brushes stain the existing
balance with a voice that collects the remnants
speaking tarnished silver when silence should be golden
Pop art wastelands of dotted balloons
float above the ground where his face falls,
shamed and hidden, in plain sight
with eyes holding quarters of bygone years
melting clocks keep time with his idiocy
Impressionists laugh at his existence
in muted tone chuckles and turpentine snickers
Stretched on easels of dislodged glances
with splattered smocks tied in double knots
one size fits all
This palette of mixed memories
resting on mainstream notions, waits
for the end is sure to come
finding him alone with an empty imagination
and nothing but drop cloth dreams
6/1/17
For the JUNE PREMIERE CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
For Snickers, Aug. 2013 - May 3, 2022
My husband fell in love with him on sight -
the little puppy he brought home one day.
In welcoming him we took such delight -
the way he got excited just to play
or how he was so glad to see us when
we got home from our jobs; he’d wag his tail,
then run to get his rope on which to tug.
So glad indeed were we with him back then.
The years flew by. We got to know him well -
like how he would stand up to get a hug!
Yes, on his two hind legs he would rise up
to let us hug him. Oh, he was our star -
our Snickers named for being a sweet pup,
with markings colored like a Snicker’s bar.
He was not perfect. All pets have their flaws.
But he caught on to most things easily -
like how to act while we were traveling.
He loved his little treats. How sweet he was.
When grandchildren came over, breezily
he played; then things began unraveling.
Our dearest Snickers, with such love to give,
became afflicted, but we did not know
how little time our dog had yet to live.
How greatly did we grieve to see him go.
No more to get to see his cute brown eyes
or listen to him begging for his treat.
No more long walks and things we used to do
like watching him with Christmas toys he’d prize.
Without our doggy, life’s not quite complete.
Dear Snickers, always we’ll remember you.
May 9, 2022
For Form O- Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme F: Pet
Suddenly simply moving
delightful presence belonging
only to him the vast vagueness
the subtle longing desired
between only two the shedding
of doubt removing a senseless
pout I catered to thee the
memorable lessons tinged
with warm blood bounded
by the nails pierced skin
bronzed feet dangling joined
in the garden wooden splinters
surrounded his head I ache filled
with wonder knowing you died
for me leaving the warmth
of your mother’s bussom to
enter into your fathers house
why have ye been forsaken
when Carabus snickers with
a forward glance shall we really
be forgiven if this cause pain
sigh for the giving pray for
the souls of the silent beings
bestowed so well beneath the
levites levy hindering peace
in Israel as the ground shake
the river swell’s rises greeting
the star of daveed baptizing
the needy heed the time is near
the time is now as mankind
bleed out on hot sand the baby
deer’s legs are broken walking
backwards in the forest the calling
the offering of nigh awakened so
soon after the tides roll in calm
waters warm tears began to pour
out flowing down stream he will
not leave me his chosen few
one baptism one forgiveness
one God the mountains shattered
tumbles filling the ocean
leading a pathway all over
the world back to Jerusalem
Yesterday it seems like 'twas yesterday
All thoughts turned to days of toys and more play
My lines on the ground playhouse washed away
Troubles only came in course of one day
Seemed night dreams kept them at a distant bay
So think back on yesterday's bike ride splay
Far over into the ditch tumbling
Away goes the neat dress now loud rumbling
Now a tumble would result in disgrace
It would be glasses twisted 'pon pained face
Looks from people and whispers of that twerp
As snickers erupt behind smiles discerp
Though too old to a ride a bike, play with dolls
They're, well, they're no longer my call
Here in today thinking on yesterday
To return for only play, no, let's stay
Stay in the present gift of this blessed day
Oh! visit the past remember days of play
I now return to present, life speeds in
Believe in the buildiing blocks of back when
In reverie scenes 'twere but a dream day
Yesterday it seems like it 'twas yesterday
Form Acrostic
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Contest: Yesterday's Acrostic
Written: January 19 and 20th 2014
"When you close your eyes for a bit,
In that little nap, where dreams are lit,
What do you see in your mind's grand play,
In the realm of imagination where you sway?
Do you dream of others, or maybe of me?
In your secret musings, what's there to see?
Is it a castle's grace, or a lonely witch's call,
As you wander in slumber, exploring it all?
Pastries and pain, sunshine or rain,
In your visions, do you find joy or disdain?
Sitting alone in your quiet room's air,
Do you long to soar or find solace there?
In this blank state, are you truly aware,
Of the snickers outside, a world to share?
What do you think of, what do you see,
In your vivid dreams, forever wild and free?"
Come one, come all, to the grand affair!
The emperor sells his finest robes bare!
After a child called out: "He has no clothes"
What would the crowd bid for those?
The emperor beamed, modelling his finest gown.
Woven in gold thread, with jewels all around.
Silks and satins, woven with skill in fancy seams,
To be auctioned off, as the suit of his dreams.
The crowd cheered, adoring his gall and pride,
While hiding their giggles and snickers aside.
“Such courage!” they cried with a mischievous grin,
To auction off his birthday suit he was born in!
The auctioneer cried: "Now come on what is bid"
For the world finest, in invisible clothes hid.
For these Emperor clothes are fit for a King!
Who knows what fame and fortune they will bring?
The room ignited, the bidding went wild,
As emperor posed, smiled; he was so beguiled!
"Sold!" cried the auctioneer, banging his hammer,
To the nudist, wearing his pride with such glamour.
Nothing sounds happier
Than snickers or giggles
The words even cause us to laugh
Perhaps we could invent
A new one or two
Like sniggles or snickles or glaffs
It's all for the benefit
Of us human kind
In this world of turmoil and grief
There's hilarious words
Like loopsies or cleepers
Or how bout a hand full of meef
I know what you're thinking
Call the men in white coats
This fellow's gone over the edge
The pressures of dealing
With everyday living
Has caused this fellow to skredge
So you see how it works?
You'll never be stumped
To fill out the end of a rhyme
You'll win blue ribbons
For your wonderful phrases
And save a scritchy of time
Nothing sounds happier
Than snickers or giggles
The words even cause us to laugh
Perhaps we could invent
A new one or two
Like sniggles or snickles or glaffs
It's all for the benefit
Of us human kind
In this world of turmoil and grief
There's hilarious words
Like loopsies or cleepers
Or how bout a hand full of meef
I know what you're thinking
The white coats are coming
This fellow's gone over the edge
The pressures of dealing
With everyday living
Has caused this fellow to skredge
So you see how it works?
You'll never be stumped
To fill out the end of each rhyme
Ask John John he knows
Uses very strange phrasing
And he saves a scritchy of time
© Jack Ellison 2015