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All the Dark Stallions

"All the Dark Stallions"



Calliope burns 
ecstatic bright star
fire brands, all her marks

both hands 
holding the ropes
firmly fast today 

slow burn 
tomorrow
warm whispers 

gently towards
the unlit shadows
love wanting always stays

driving all 
the dark stallions
towards heaven

where the 
Whicker Man
claps for more Light

and 
Judgement
patiently waits

(LadyLabyrinth/2020)




Miley Cyrus X Stevie Nicks - Midnight Sky / Edge of Seventeen
https://youtu.be/oRnxO9FRDbU


Miley Cyrus, Stevie Nicks - Edge of Midnight
https://youtu.be/IJgidX_LC4Q






"Ooh, you know it's true
That I was born to run, 
I don't belong to anyone, oh no
I don't need to be loved by you
(Loved by you)"








"O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn—"








LYRICS/ Edge of Midnight, Miley Cyrus
https://genius.com/Miley-cyrus-midnight-sky-lyrics





firebrand.
n. 
person who is very passionate about a particular cause.
"a political firebrand"
Similar:
radical
revolutionary
troublemaker
agitator
rabble-rouser
demagogue
soapbox orator
incendiary
subversive
tub-thumper

2.
a piece of burning wood.

3.
one that creates unrest or strife (as in aggressively promoting a cause) : AGITATOR





mark
1. Noun






"Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art" / Keats 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44468/bright-star-would-i-were-stedfast-as-thou-art






John Keats/Poet.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-keats

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats






"Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun" / Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47644/ah-why-because-the-dazzling-sun





Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-bronte


The Brontës / Family
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bront%C3%AB_family


Premium Member Bambi

 

The story of Bambi and his delightful friends Thumper, the rabbit, and Flower,
the skunk, his mother and father, The Great Prince of the Forest has been 
read to kids for years.  It is a beautiful story but has a great sadness too.

Bambi lives in the forest with his mother,
and his father The Great Prince of the Forest.
All day Bambi romps and plays with his friends
Thumper the rabbit and Flower the skunk.
But, his father warns him about the hunters,
waiting in the meadow ... we all know the rest !
But, in my version, Bambi's mother is not killed,
the forest is not set on fire, and his mother comes 
home to their den safe and kisses Bambi to sleep.
The forest remains green and lush and Bambi,
grows up big and strong and has lots of babies, 
while Bambi's mother becomes a proud grandma.
Form: Verse

Sandy Is It Over

Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do

Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting

Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play

Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving

Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us

Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills

At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?


My second and final installment to my friends 3 day cleanse...
I think she survived!

Premium Member Bigger Than Myself

I make no claim to a bible thumper
                            But I'm quite spiritual
                   And I believe in a higher power
                  It'd be foolish for me to assume
                        That I persevere through...
                      Life's trials and tribulations
                                     By myself
                       I believe in a higher power
                Which is God; the reason the devil 
                          Can't reach or touch me
                          Every time I trip and fall
               Unable to stand on my own two feet
              God is always there to lift me upright
                             I seek refuge in him
               For he's omnipotent and all-knowing
                           The creator of my soul
                 God is infinitely bigger than myself
                          God is the reason I exist
                        Because I have faith in him
                            Everything is possible



Something Bigger Than Myself Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier (Winner: 4th Place)
Date written and posted: 01/31/2019

Gonifs and gossips revisited

Gonifs and gossips revisited

since originally being crafted
approximately half dozen
dirty deeds done dirt cheap years ago...

Abound and lurk
within every nook and cranny
analogous to some annoying pest
harmless though one reside here,
when off his meds goes berserk
here at Highland Manor Apartments.

They snatch and snitch packages -
meant for other than themselves -
think Grinch who stole Christmas
plus snoop, i.e. eavesdrop
big Dumbo ears as listening devices
(batteries not required)
or serve as rumor mongers
to don self importance
and trumpet "FAKE NEWS."

We (yours truly and his misses)
dwelled at aforementioned residence
July first 2025 will be eight years,
and no sooner did both of us set foot
on premises than hearsay
immediately promulgated
(metaphorically swirled about our heads),
and passed like greased lightning
thru the robust grapevine
purportedly wife of mine
brought in live snakes.

Oddly and interestingly enough though,
I never actually never heard nor saw
a fellow resident
talk (or whisper in hushed tones)
about me outright.

Rather than badmouth other feisty folks,
which leaves unpleasant virtual
aftertaste described as phooey zook,
thus comeuppance to reprobate recipients
I activate viz cluck
king silly reasonable rhyme,
(so keeps head up
for urbane adverse city slicker
you better watch out

(...better not shout...) just duck
and run for cover cuz poet took
effluvia enroute spouted by word huck
stir, he avoids naming
(chatterboxes whose lives
so devoid of meaning,
they figuratively kickstart tittle-tattle),
who vocally ramp up 
some juicy tidbit with any luck

taking page from former president playbook
letting their lips uncontrollably run a-muck
totally oblivious to credibility factor being a schmuck
buzzfeed initial kernel of truth and truck
outrageous zingers suitable for National Enquirer,
tragicomical, cuz mistruths
courtesy tenants exhibit chutzpah to pluck
farfetched outright lies and innuendos

rolling of tongues of then occupants such as:
"Bible Thumper/Holy Roller,"
"Bingo/ Phat Cathy,""Crooked Old Man,"
"Curvy Girl/Thunder Thighs," "Frumpty Dumpty
"Mush/Smash Mouth, "Snaggletooth,"
"The Bodyguard," "The Fossil," "The Schvartze,"
"Winkle," and last but not leased "Zha Zha”.

Give me fruit flies, mice
and/or roaches any day,
or give me death!
Form: Rhyme


Waste Not Want Not

Waste not want not.

 Oh the rabbit went and died. 
You should have seen us all. 
The news was  like a car, 
smashed into a wall! 

The feeling it was shock, 
i felt like i would cry. 
How could it be so, 
that Thumper he would die! 

I remembered at Pet City, 
how hard the choice just was, 
till we seen the Rabbit 
with marks upon his paws! 

The family just went "Awwh!" 
We loved him oh so much. 
So we took him home, 
complete with brand new hutch. 

It seems so long ago, 
and yet it seems so near. 
That we brought him home, 
so small with such big ears! 

I cant believe he"s gone. 
We were left with excess food, 
and there is an empty space, 
where his hut once stood. 

But Sunday Lunch was good, 
a belly buster"Phew." 
yes you are quite right, 
we had a Rabbit stew! 

and not only that, 
our bad luck has been beat! 
We"ve set the record straight, 
with four new rabbits feet! 

But the best bit of it all, 
is Thumper was so fat! 
That i have got to wear 
a Davey Crocket hat! 

It is like my Gran would say, 
"You"ll be happy with your lot, 
if you follow just four words, 

Waste not want not!" 

No rabbits were harmed in the making of this poem. Thumper is alive and well and 
living at the bottom of my garden!
Form: Rhyme

Sheesh

Sheesh


I am not a monster like Bela*
I’m just a romantic fella
But this is no good
I see Hollywood
Has decided to slam Cinderella

Ok, some of you have pointed out my mistake and I acknowledge, I was wrong. It was Snow White and not Cinderella they were slamming. But Snow White doesn't rhyme with fella so... : ) I guess I don't know my fairy tales too well. Regardless it is ridiculous. 

I know this Limerick sucks but what the hell is going on in this world? 
I read this morning that some Hollywood star (?) has come to the decision
 that because Prince Charming kissed Cinderella while she was asleep 
(under the witches spell) he did so without her permission so this cartoon 
is sending a bad message to young boys. I mean, what’s next? 
Bambi, because his little rabbit friend’s name is Thumper and 
that rhymes with Hump Her?  Sheesh.  

* Bela Lugosi who portrayed Dracula in the movies
Form: Limerick

Clue-Who Murdered the Easter Bunny

It’s been ten days, the Easter Bunny is gone with hardly a trace,
The Missus is inconsolable- an Easter basket-case,
Evidence in plastic bags, some fibers and some fur,
The family suspects foul play, the police, they do concur,
This once pristine meadow has senselessly been fouled,
Safety and security has now been disemboweled,
“Mark my woids!” Bugs cried out “Sample that bastids’ blood!”
“No one hates rabbits more than that twisted Elmer Fudd!”
“You’re paranoid” Rodger snorted “the one who murders for kicks...
is that obvious cereal killer, the rabbit from the box of Trix,
“Wrong again” sniffed Uncle Wiggly, “you’re no kind of private-eye” 
“But speaking of tricks, when you see her next, tell Jessica that I said hi” 
“You can’t just point your finger and tell the police to slap on the cuffs”,
You’re so afraid of your own shadow; you’ve filled your pants with cocoa puffs,
Peter leapt up “A demented rabbit killer, it’s McGregor that’s plain to see!”
“He’s got my clothes on a pole in his garden, hanging in effigy!”
Wiggly shot back “…or is it gang related? Their alibis are somewhat frail”,
“Exactly where were those thugs, Flopsie, Mopsie and Cottontail?
“Hanging around Thumper and Br’er Rabbit; I tell you they’re all the same!”
“Do I really have to remind you all how Thumper got his name?”
Borrowing their hole deeper and deeper, down into that rabbit hole
Theories and explanations, none of which could console,
It will make little difference, because now there will be no Easter
The debate will go on and on, as scared rabbits talk out their keisters,
In a squalid little burrow on the wrong side of the rabbit tracks
Amid the empty red bull cans, lies a bloody axe,
On the handle of the door a “do not disturb’ sign is hanging
And in the bedroom is the Energizer; but it’s not his drum he’s banging,
There the recent widow is doing what bunnies do best,
Meanwhile across the field they are laying her hubby to rest.

March 5 1012
© Luke Irwin  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Burlesque

Roadkill Vittles

Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill

From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches 
On this finest of dining

Call us the critter getters 
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that

From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next

We'll even take out the curious
Who wander on
To that portion of blacktop
To see what's going on

From teetotaling turtles 
To slithering snakes
There's not a creature out there 
That we won't pancake

So check out the roadkill
If there's still twitch after the thump
Hurry in back
And toss it into the trunk

Because down in the South
There ain't no one can say
That any of us country folk
Let a thing go to waste

Below the Mason Dixon line
If it's fresh enough
We'll take it home ya'll
And have it for lunch

As long as it's fried
There ain't a thing
With cheese grits on the side
That we won't eat

Premium Member Where the Heart Beats

Where The Heart Beats
________________________________(Started)_______by:  Nathan Dilts
Thump budda thump thump
Thump budda thump thump

Can you feel it beating
Faster
Always faster
Shaped just like an aster
The mitosis of an emotion
Where the notion of its motion
Travels up through my spine
Wraps around my mind
 
Thump budda budda thump thump
Thump budda budda thump thump

Can you feel it flowing
Like a diamond
That is glowing
Never knowing
Where it’s going
Always showing
What it’s growing
 _________________________________(Finish)_________by:  P.D.
Thump thump thump thump thumper
Thump thump thump thump thumper

Can you feel it changing
Rapidly emerging 
Losing its curve 
Tightening the nerve
Energy reload
Waves about to explode 
Accepting the negative
Rejecting the positive

Thump budda thump
Thump budda thump
Can you feel it fading
Melting away
Pulsing its rays
Relaxing base
Freezing phase 
Boiling down 
Drumming sound

Thump    Budda     thump 
Can you feel it dying
Losing its shine
Dim neon lite
Weak to krypton nite 
Lost of resistance
Fading existence 
Moments are bleeding
Wakening to his feeding

Thump--- bud..dha ----thuu..mp
Can you feel it dropping
My heart is stopping
My inside are not rotating
My body is the axis
My heart, I'm its universe
Faintly a flash in my chest
Trying to beat again
Crying for a chance
Slower 
pounding slower
Thum p___thuuu_____________  Stop Beating
Can not feel it the beating is gone
Form: Epic

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