Long Traps Poems
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"That's utter balderdash," I loudly screamed
you can't catch a dragon with a mousetrap.
This operation proves you have no clue
we're in trouble; put on your thinking cap!
I'm sorry, but luck is not on our side
and we don't have the time for dissension.
Apples to apples we don't stand a chance
it's your life; you had best pay attention.
Jumpy, you're frightened of your own shadow
and before nightfall you'll be hearing things.
Setting traps is a total waste of time
it's a foolish plan, for dragons have wings.
You boggle my mind; I have to speak out
let’s let common sense affect the outcome.
Don't risk getting seen, until we spot it
and don’t attack it with pitchforks, that’s dumb.
We'll need to do everything in stealth mode
using a password other than guess who.
And by employing our wits, we’ll listen
for a kerplunk; dragons like water too.
And then we’ll fling out all our fishing nets
that we'll secretly prepare in advance.
And hope it gets hopelessly entangled
for I think drowning it is our best chance.
(Quatrain)
Mar. 04, 2019
If your best mate loves a dud,
Bite your tongue — spit the blood;
Truth may feel like noble rot,
But that's the lot that you've got.
Can’t stand your best friend’s other half?
Then practice your best polite stage-laugh;
For love has traps beneath sweet flowers,
And sulks have lasting corrosive powers.
Just roll your eyes, with subtle disdain,
Meet one-by-one when you meet again;
Keep the jokes in coat of armor's chain,
Lest your friendship starts to wane.
You thought, this crush will surely fluff,
Your friendship was built of stronger stuff.
You've tried all sorts of biff and bluff—
But turns it out your silly sass was not enough.
So grit your teeth, send sighs into the air,
With a perfect vacant and distant stare;
To the grim and glum, just give a nod and hum,
Let your soul settle gently, slack and numb.
For while honesty may feel divine,
Tact’s the shovel needed in this mine;
Say just what seems so nice, then look away—
To live in peace to savor one more day.
Your Future
What’s gonna happen next?
Well no one can ever tell that!
But please let me predict it
I can guess it for you,
A peaceful morning, The sun is full of energy
and so.. is you
Taking some healthy breakfast
Run! you are late ! oh! you missed it.
And there you will come across
someone for the first time. A sweet little smile
What? you already fell for that?
How stupid of you. let me give you an advice
“Love is hell” Please don’t fall in that trap
“No matter what”
Now let’s continue All are happy
all are praising you
look’s like it’s gonna be a lucky day
but beware, traps have already Surrounded you !
lunch time arrived. Again some of your healthy food
blah.. blah.. blah..
I don’t see anything special in your after noon...
really nothing special.
Aha ! Evening ...
So..beautiful ..It’s gonna change your life
Just wait and watch,
slowly you walked .. watching the sky..
the sunset and those green trees and flowers.
In that stop again,Oh! that one you saw in the morning
I told you “Love is hell”
come on ! don’t walk towards “That one!”
hey ! listen to me! Stop.. !
O..Oh..
Now I don’t have anything to say
your future ends here “The End”
Cause while walking towards “That One”
you didn’t see that coming
Boom !..
You forgot to look before crossing the road..
What a beautiful future you could have made
if you had been self-conscious,
Any way your future in heaven
or hell will be decided soon..
but before that at least let me give you an advice ....
“Your Future is Precious it goes through the path you choose.
Your future is in your hands not in mine”
So.. take care of it right from now on !
That means all you have heard
from me till now is Just a Joke
Now laugh. ha..ha.. ha..ha..
The information highway is paved with hope,
With heavy traffic towards love's embrace.
So while the ghosts of romance past lingers,
The digital domain is stocked full for every case.
It's like the Dating Game on cyber-steroids,
As singles mingle among all the apps.
Where their fingers do all the walking,
While trying to avoid the catfish traps.
This goes way beyond phone sex, to
Levels bound only by infinite fantasy.
Causing many to rely on wishful thinking,
And the rest to struggle with celibacy.
It's the 21st century version as a virtual
Bar scene, without the booze or barmaid.
Yet also absent are the drunks & bar fights,
So all things considered, it's a relatively safe crusade.
These characteristics highlight a main issue,
To where there's no real connection most of the time.
Just some fabricated stories behind the messages,
Leading one another on, to an unknown crime.
Oh, tundra vast, where winds do bite,
Where summer's day is winter's night.
A land of fire, ice, and sheep,
Of brooding skies that rarely sleep.
We thrive on lava, moss, and pride,
Though sometimes feel the world outside
Forgets we’re more than Björk and Cod—
Our quirks, our quirrels, our Viking squad.
We’re quiet folk, a tad reserved,
With humor dry, and smiles conserved.
But toss us in a thermal pool,
And see us giggle like a fool.
The sagas sing of ancient might,
But let’s be real—our greatest fight
Is finding sun mid-April gloom,
Or not discussing weather in a room.
Our horses prance with double gait,
Our language traps the tongue of fate.
But if you try and twist a word,
We’ll clap—then mock you. (Yes, you heard.)
Our homes are cozy, clad with turf,
A shelter from the glacier’s surf.
Yet in our hearts, a paradox:
We’re mighty trolls, and fragile rocks.
So here’s to Iceland—quirky, bold,
Where glaciers carve and geysers scold.
A tundra tough, yet tender too,
A land of dreams—and “aðeins þú.”
COLLABORATION WITH SABRINA DEI ARCI
In the depths of her web,
a heart beats cold and nil.
Lust and danger intertwined,
in a deadly gash and spill.
Caught in her Venus trap, entangled sap,
unable to flee her anatomy,
A widowmaker's allure, a haunting anomaly.
(First chorus)
Widowmaker-Black -- Widowmaker heart -.
Heart beats so cold, and traps, dethroned takers -
Widowmaker-pasts', skeletal bones,
get lodged in Her lap as you're threaded along.
Down at the rainbows end
How can you be so happy alone,
You go into sudden death
Set on your Dungeoness Game of Thrones
Parade round your web-bedded heart-
Guest book, ledger is signed in blood
Queen to his rookie rook,
taken as if he were merely a pawn.
(First chorus)
Widowmaker-Black -- Widowmaker heart -.
Heart beats so cold, and traps, deathroe time-makers -.
Widowmaker-maps', echoing moans,
get lodged in her lap as you fall forth headlong.
(Second chorus)
The hourglass sands are gone -
Like a window to his soul -
Let off the strange trip you're on -
Spellbound bound by Faith No More.
(3rd Chorus Mix)
Down at the rainbows end -
how can you be so happy alone -
Haven't you ever found someone -
someone you want to call your very own-
With each broken heart, she builds her walls higher,
a wounded soul, consumed by her own fires.
But you will taste your own burn replacing desire -
Sow your own venom -
Scarred by love's betrothed in it's mire,
she fears to let anyone enter in, Her inner sanction,
a defense mechanism instead of tears that shed
beneath her skin.
(First chorus)
Widowmaker-Black -- Widowmaker heart -.
Heart beats so cold, back for the attack +
Widowmaker-laughs', at marital bones,
they're lodged in your trap as you thread them along.
(Second chorus)
The hourglass sands are gone
Like a window to his soul -
Maybe she'll keep this single one -
In her dimension, of faith of love to restore.
Shadow-lover -Laughs -- Pleased on her Medjool...
Many, many moons ago
when the world was young
people were nomads
carefully moving from place to place
this was the age of dinosaurs
a need for caution
mighty eruptions occurred daily
causing large cracks
that swallowed up camps and people
A time when your only thought was
could you make it through another day?
vegetation that was huge
giant Venus fly traps
that could eat you whole
lush bushes that could hide
a dinosaur behind the leaves
Now after one of the quakes
a comely maiden called Saigon
came to be the only one left alive
seventeen years old and scared
she gathered up some belongings
and set off to the west
she knew there were others that way
For days she walked avoiding danger
at last she could see signs of life
met by men with spears
she told them what had happened
they took her to the head tribesman
he welcomed her knowing of her fame
Saigon was a medicine woman
young though she was, her repute was know
My youngest grandson is very ill
please see if you can help him
Saigon examined the boy
I need moon flowers she said
they lay 60 miles away
they only grew in the blue mountains
The head tribesman sent two fleet warriors
while Saigon mixed the other ingredients
wort, some mushrooms and several herbs
brewed slowly for a day or so
at last the warriors returned
Saigon added the moon flowers
She took the mixture to the lad
cupped his head as he drank
he will sleep now she said
it all happened as she said
at last the fever was broken
a handsome man approached her
thanking her for saving his nephew
Quite taken by Matias she was shy
and hung her head as they spoke
Matias was also very taken by her
a love began to flourish and grow
until they approached the elders
for permission to wed
everyone had taken to Saigon
and wanted to keep her in the tribe
so it was readily given
At the next new moon
they exchanged their vows
and jumped over the broom
to signify they were wed
a feast lasting days followed
as for Saigon she was so glad
to be with the tribe, now she was safe
and had fallen in love as well
happy and content she prospered
living against all odds into her seventies
she passed away content in her bed.
I read about this true story - it happened in Elizabethan England - and was so
upset that I needed to write this poem to get it off my chest. It's been published 3
times.
FIGHTING CHANCE
The mobs that packed the place
Were slavering for blood;
They sniffed it in the air
And, drooling, watched it flood.
The bears and bulls were dead;
A horse was dragged to fight,
It whinnied, reared and bucked,
Its nostrils flared in fright.
The pack was at the horse,
Their hungry jaws like traps;
That brutal, bloody scene
Was met with cheers and claps.
The gore of horse and dogs
Had turned the dust red-brown;
Those snarling dogs no match
For hooves that thundered down.
The dogs lay scattered round;
The roaring crowd was awed;
But then demanded more:
A second pack was called.
The horse, insane with fear,
Exhausted, fought to live;
The dogs were fresh, but he
Should have no more to give.
His will to live was strong;
The dogs were on his back;
Defeating mastiff jaws,
He tossed and killed that pack.
The rabble drunk on blood,
Addicted to it then,
Still called for more; the horse
Was hacked to death by men.
Jack Horne
If something is lost then something is gained
either happiness or sorrow
in bank deposits are there from we borrow
If one gives other certainly receives
light comes means dark has gone out
this is the way perhaps all about
Under the process of filling up gaps
all and everything fall on traps
bound to lie in whole system's craft
Loves traps, are all around, they trap us in our thoughts and hearts and mind.
Love traps are like an addiction, we work night and day to feed our lust of love.
Love traps are like a desire that we have, like a desire that leaves us sad and thirsting for more.
Love traps us and makes us weak, we long to have more and more to feed our need.
Love of money, of power, of food, or something we think we need to survive.
Love traps are all around so be aware and let the fake love leave and live a life of love and take care.
True love is kind, patient, and forgives, and is always near and gives us good feelings just to mention a few of the qualities of true love.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.