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The Female of the Species

Her eyes are those of a viper
Deep, cold and poisonous
Licking her lips through her crimson lips
She can already taste their blood
Her web fills the room
Jack Daniels and sex are her bait
She waits and watches
As the unsuspecting walk by
They don’t notice her
But she knows their every move
Finally one male smiles at her
She smiles back not revealing her fangs
They are trapped by her beauty
She waits, luring him in
Until she steals his heart and soul
Until he is a mere shell
Again she sits and waits
Looking for a male to devour
She knows in her black heart
There will always be another
And they too will be devoured
She can already taste their blood


Premium Member Sensing You

Yes, my EYES may have dimmed from aging.
And my EARS may be a little dug from added years.
But my heart still beats to the tune of space and time.
From then until now; from there to here; let there be no                                                                             
doubt; my love for you still reigns superior over all but God.
The AROMA of your presence never ceases to overwhelm.

No, I'm not blind.
I see the beauty in you that I have always seen.
I hear the rhythm and sound of your heartbeat.                                                                                                  
From a fountain deep, I feel the joy I have always felt.
I still see the gold that glitters on your smiling face.
Fifty years have not degraded nor eroded our TASTE of love.
And I feel the silver TOUCH from the warmth of your hands.

032022PS
Form: Verse

Premium Member Co-Creating Reality

“amidst world of illusions, we lose poise
hark oh hermit, to the subtle love voice”

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Flowing attention nuzzles the bliss mist
Adding its own flavour to the current
Co-creating thus, as an alchemist 
Ineffable joy within permanent 

Resonation with any vibration 
Infuses corresponding attributes
Melancholy to bliss, the sensations
Drawn by our childlike prayer resolute

Journey from ego gross to love domain
Requires us to shift our reflex instinct 
Erasing from our being feral stain
Until animal urges are extinct

In co-creating our reality
Let it be bliss in continuity  

20-December-2020
Form: Sonnet

Risingto Power

Who has never aspired, dreamed or thought
of becoming the leader of the greatest nation
and protect everybody's freedom with ambition;
will his notion of changing something leave that
indelible mark of excellence on history and hearts;
some presidents give all before their soul departs.    

Rising to power is the final step to victory,
whatever was said and promised eloquently
remains in question when the scales are unbalanced; 
don't rush to judgement, or assume you are trumped.

Remain skeptical, until there's no more credibility:
to righten injustices and bring stability and safety
is a hard task for anyone when the road gets bumpy;
be ready to expect the unexpected, keep your sanity.  

Rising to power increases the ego to accomplish more with compromise, 
acting swiftly and striking the one violating humane rules is very wise;
atrocity must be condemned, any tyrant must be taken down at once,
but the ones who speak against it think they've been trumped by surprise.   


Written on 4/10/2017
Form: Rhyme

Pigs

Pigs pigs they all stand in line waiting on the feast 
    Your soul or  mine,
    Politicians,police and priests everyone's there with
    Their forks and knives

    Royalty from afar come to gorge upon the land
    With bombs and bullets in their hands

    Bodies dripping their feast is flesh destroying and raping
    They cannot stop they keep on devouring until the last drop
    Beware Dr Death he's in on the scene creeping and crawling keep
    Everything clean, He won't stop until your standing in line 3 pills 4
    Take one at a time

    Stand up walk away don't entertain the grime take hold of your soul
    Don't stand in line.


The Man Who Rode Champ, Part I

If you’ve been to north New York,
or the western side of Vermont,
you might’ve head of a sea monster,
the vast Lake Champlain is his haunt.

The locals all call him ‘Champy,’
not to dissimilar to Loch Ness,
many folks claim they have seen Champ
rising up from the chilly depths.

Now I once thought Champy was
just a bit of local folklore,
until the day when my friend Pat
invited me down to the shore.

He had himself a fine speed boat,
soon enough we were on our way,
I expected a bit of fun
tubing and skiing on the lake.

But Pat had brought a big, thick rope,
and a bucket that truly reeked,
we motored to open water,
when Pat stopped the boat, and did speak:

“You know how I love my cryptids,
and that I saw Champy way back,
I have discovered, by hard research,
what the beast prefers for a snack.

“That bucket has rotted lampreys,
we’ll drag them by the boat as a lure,
once Champy gets the scent of them,
he’ll come up to our boat for sure!”

I though my friend was a mad-man,
as he set about his strange work,
we dragged a line for ten minutes,
then the whole boat began to jerk!

Pat slowed the boat down to a crawl,
and a Plesiosaur emerged!
One of the lampeys hid a hook,
the ancient beast loved unnerved.

“You need to drive the boat, my friend,”
said Pat as he undid the line,
then he leapt onto Chamy’s back!
Had the crazy fool lost his mind?!

The massive beast did try to dive,
but Pat just pooled back on the hook,
Champy abandoned thoughts of escape,
just one pull was all that it took!

Then Pat pulled the line to the right,
and great Champy began to swim.
I gunned the engine to follow,
but could barely keep up with him.

He drove Champ like a chariot,
gliding swiftly across the waves,
stunned boaters looked on as he went,
all too shocked to know what to say.

I drove, but in one hand I filmed,
recording this forever more,
because what could be more bad-ass
then saddling a damn Plesiosaur!

CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Form: Narrative

I'Ve Forgotten How To Love

(Now) I've forgotten how to love


Can you help me?
I've lost my feelings,
since you left...
Won't you please...return them!

You are the only, love I've known,
And now, you've left me here alone....

baby

Chorus

Now, I've forgotten how to love...
since you took my love away,
the day, you walked away from me...
Now, I've forgotten how to feel...
the only thing ...I feel is numb...

I still want you...


I've gone blind now...

Now, I just stumble in the dark,
feeding the pigeons in the park,

You were the reason I could see,
You were the reason I believed,

baby

Chorus

Now, I've forgotten how to love...
since you took my love away,
the day, you walked away from me...
Now, I've forgotten how to feel....
the only thing... I feel is numb...

I still need you...



I've gone deaf now...

there are no words, that I can hear,
you were the one, that said them...

You were the reason for my life...
because of you I have survived...

until now...

Chorus

Now, I've forgotten how to love...
since you took my love away,
the day, you walked away from me...
Now, I've forgotten how to feel....
the only thing I feel is numb...

I still love you...

baby,

repeat chorus and fade to zero

John Derek Hamilton
August 07,2017
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Coffeeholics

Tim Horton's and Starbucks are cropping up
On just about every corner
We've become a nation of coffeeholics
My choice is obviously the former

Being Canadian and a hockey aficionado
One of the reasons for my choice
Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs
In the 50s and 60s we rejoiced

He tragically died in an automobile accident
On a highway in February '74
Just before this great franchise took flight
And became a “one on every corner” store

What a sad ending but his name lives on
Becoming part of Canada's culture
Was destined to become a very wealthy man
Until his very untimely departure

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member SHAKABUKUED

To have lived this life I’ve led and followed, to have given, to have received, and not forgotten what trespassed, remorse has ran its course.  Our ancients DNA, and futures generation from me giving way. It was what on earth I was born for.  Choices have been made, patterns set, pounded dogs on obstructed pavement met, trekking through jungle’s wilds, and massive labyrinths.  I am not the same as before, and possibly ever shall be again.  It all seems small.  A dimensional me lingers, as well it should, as a reminder of the unfree, mazed in confinements adrift. I sit in a cloud amongst the other clouds, weighing heavily, measuring my myself, maturity, legacy, releasing ego's symptoms, until I acknowledge me, [karma] slowly shall I ascend into its black hole.  Set in perpetual motion, an abstract me.  I look back with open eyes, wide awake and I begin a new journey, a journey                            
of all journeys.  To keep on path...

...let open your eyes
self-redeemed, shakabuked _/\_
broken & subdued
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haibun

Toothpaste

This seems to be a lifetime journey
I'm sure more than a few can relate
Doing my best in this formidable quest
In search of the perfect toothpaste

From grocery aisles to shopping malls
To mom and pop roadside stands
Standing in line at the 5 and dime 
There's no corner that I haven't been

Looking for the flavor to which my teeth savor
From blue to green to red peppermint
I've tried bubblegum and for meat lovers, bacon
Even the new cinnamon no rinse

But it's not only the flavor that's concerning
It also has to do with the foam
While brushing my teeth in the morning
I look like a rabid dog on the roam

So it's back to the store in search of much more
I feel like Frodo Baggins the Hobbit
From top shelf to floor in this my Middle Earth
Until the elusive paste I have got it

Yes, my friend like you I'll keep trying
For the toothpaste that removes any doubt
But until then I'll toss them into the bin
Saved up for the day I caulk my house

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