Long Venom Poems
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Pitbull Boxing the rules have changed/
It's a little different in this pitbull Boxing ring/
We fight till the death, nothing more or less/
There's no time to think, no time to catch your breath/
Put your paws up, I'll make you suck a knuckle/
Step into the ring, I'll beat you to the buckle/
Once I lock on you, there's no way to.get free/
The more I smell blood is the more you'll bleed/
I'm a renegade, and I never been afraid/
I'll run circles around you until you need first aide/
My paws claw like a blade, I'll rush you like a raid/
Beat you until you twisted like a braid/
You'll think I was a death aider, the venom is sick/
You hit like a chick, I hit like a brick/
I'm the real deal, and you're just a knockoff/
Hit you in your chin and watch you go down/
Choke you out, stump you out, beat you till you black out/
Step up, get beat down, there's only one can step out/
Leave you chopped liver with the blows I deliver/
This is your downfall but you'll be floating up river/
Once I'm finished with you you'll need a care giver/
Inside of this ring I'm the only law giver/
Look into my eyes, it's enough to make you quiver/
A jab adlibber so cold will make you shiver/
You're super counterfeit and need to be confiscated/
I.went from being the one they loved to one they hate/
Now I'm taking my frustration out against my opponent/
I don't need a motive, rage is my component/
I'm a pitbull bully, and one you don't wanna meet/
I move foul, I'm flagrant, I'll leave you out cold/
There's nowhere you can run, no way to escape it/
This ring is my restaurant, I eat what I want/
And looking like a whole lot of chump, so I taunt/
I'll make sure that there won't be a rematch/
Put your money on me, you won't need a refund/
Numbing the emotional pain that is not visible
It stills present behind a mask that shows a smile
To the outside world, but is holding tears inside
Hallucinating with the shot injection that kills with
A venom that slowly poisons the mind and body
Recreating a fantasy world when the realities
Are not seen with the anesthesic effects, until
One day, one injection is not enough and
Trying to escape from the torments carried inside
A needle is stuck in the arm, leaving forever
Founding his body abandoned in the street
Nobody reclaimed him, been buried as John Doe
Without leaving a legacy of good deeds in his life
Sometimes life lessons can be very painful to endure
But drugs use is not the answer. Pray for Direction
And take the decisions that will bring you a better tomorrow
4-9-2016
For Images that make you think Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
Picture Number 3
Third Place
It’s late and dark,
In a place where the hands have lost sight of existence
It’s a pause of panic. Butterflies are erupting elevating with frustration
I can see the thoughts float by as my heart is ticking
My body is gaining momentum but it’s anchored in my deep illusion of thought
I’ve now penetrated the inner layer of my mentality
A vivid production featuring a spectrum of genres
Act 1 scene 1: starring Anger, Jealousy and hatred
Anger is provoked by the jealousy
It has been cracked by the venom of jealousy and leaked the fragrant liquid of hatred
Venom of no antidote
They’re long lived rivals always keeping alert from their conspiracies.
And now its infected, but then comes the Sorcerer.
Act 1 Scene 2:
Here Sorcerer begun the old rituals, started the fires of its wisdom in the thin air of
A twinkling full moon,
The wolves’ howl and the crickets’ chirp
Melodies of love and harmony.
They soothe, motivate and make us dream,
A Dreamy mischievous night.
Your addictive body scent doesn’t abandon my nostrils.
I can smell it of my garments and feel it in my memories.
Reminisces nights of joy and love.
Where our lips have crossed the boundaries and united.
Rosy, soft lips that I can’t get enough of
The smile that can’t leave my mind,
Thinking of you drags from hell
Don’t know if it’s the touch of your lips,
The feel of your skin,
Or satisfaction of lust
But its keeps me hanging waiting for the better tomorrow
It’s my antidote for my inner demon,
My angel that creates my halo
The day began with tears of emotion and excitement,
And all set in His plan predestined ever before His creation
That two little souls would be united for a purpose
With God it would be revealed, but to mankind, hidden always.
Twenty four milestones have been crossed with thorns and roses trod,
No mortal on their rescue was prepared to seek them into safe arms;
Yet it is HE Who has carried the twain souls in His Arms.
Mockery lashed at them; stones pelted at them; rivalry set ‘gainst them;
Stories cooked ‘gainst them; venom spewed at them,
It was God-sent angels who hid them in their wings.
Predators set to eat their flesh and blood but in vain,
For it is His Providence That carried them in His Bosom.
They crossed sixteen milestones, and on the way to Seventeenth,
God revealed His plan unto them with a Gift from His Arms,
And three souls have been added into His Fold.
Their Twenty fifth milestone is set to walk further,
And the three souls have laid themselves in His Arms.
Heaven crowned the three with His Golden Promise
And they shall be in His Providence till the ages go.
She came down screaming, cloaked in flame,
A bolt of spite, no soul to tame.
From hilltop high she cast her spell—
The art of slander, taught too well.
They built her shrines in whispered breath,
In gossip’s grip, they danced with death.
Her tongue, a blade that cuts unseen,
Yet worshiped like some vengeful queen.
She taught them how to twist the truth,
To poison joy, corrupt the youth.
No proof required, no facts to weigh—
Just sharpened words to flay and flay.
I walk beneath her shadowed reign,
Each rumor like a drop of rain.
It floods my name, it stains my skin,
A war I never asked to win.
They speak as if their hearts are stone,
No warmth, no grace, just undertone.
Their minds are mirrors cracked with spite,
Reflecting only what’s not right.
No thought of kindness, no repair,
Just venom laced in vacant stare.
They feed on fear, they starve on hope,
And swing their lies like braided rope.
Yet still I rise, though torn and bruised,
Refusing to be so misused.
For truth, though quiet, holds its ground—
And Slanderella will be drowned.
The Animal from Flowers as Perfect Mistake
shivers of hot ice passed through my flesh of stone,
animal from carnivorous flowers with petals of crude vegetable blood,
you looked like a bad correct mistake made from pure intention,
from the mouth of the gentle lion to the tail of the ferocious large mouse.
you had not a bit nothing of a bone full of gnawed fiercely hard handsome,
in abundant lack you were a horse with a bouquet of soft sharp thorns,
gentle wild grazing violently on a pistachio concrete prairie,
designated confusedly in a clear stain of whisper that screams silently.
breeze solid vapor floating heavily through the dense transparent full air,
honor from sober drink of lucid hangover and badly drunk,
you goddess venom medicine that heals poisoning lightly deeply,
that bows revolted at the altar of its constructive destruction!
animal from old childhood chlorophyllery of red green blood,
you kissed me the last time first time for the eternity of the short moment,
tearing my whole rags the meadows of the grave that breathes,
to the wind inverse face the hair corollas from facts without living action.
your breasts to gather weaned emptied full of the milk of void,
your bad perfect mistake corrects me in my right error,
your animal flower tames the beast with its wild gentleness,
the last time first time you kissed me endlessly in a short moment!
Short but beautiful,
Beautiful and dutiful.
Dutiful in deligience,
Deligent and intelligent.
The mood of thy pleasantries,
Wroth fables of dignities.
Your egg-y shaped physiognomy,
Mount emotions in hurry.
The smiles of thy face,
Is embroided with bewitching triats.
The venom of thy eyeballs,
Pierce through the rigidity of juvenile's hall.
You're wonderfully made,
And gorgeously create.
None can thy bride price paid,
But a Juvenile bewitched with grace.
Me-take this not as a woo,
But a praise of my friend boo.
When i think of you,
With the aid of celestial rule.
The shape of your shadow,
Barges into life more hollow.
Thou art a queen: Indeed,
Full of optimum grace to feed,
All being that cross thy path,
And blossomly for they that are your part.
Me-take this not as a woo trends,
But as a praise to my boo's friend.
Haddassah: Esther,
Yea,the queen of all fiestas.
Thou art been metamorphosed,
To light from darkness force.
Thou owe worry no dime,
For with you has my g.f dine.
And she'd promised me heartily,
To convey you relentlessly to his territory.
The Elegant maiden of his sanctuary!
c.2017
Beneath the fury of sun
Wades a wobbly nun
Stomping on thorns
Watch the teary ferns
Scars on her skin
Carrying wounds engraved
Curse devious grin
And snakes she once craved
She sucked and spitted
Bouts of venom in her blood
Tainted by flood
Of emotions she once knitted
Profuse tears of fern
They observe
Drip on her burn
Numbing pain so perverse
Weeped the clouds
In meloncholic ambience
Silence crept loud
Spotting redemption in defiance
Step out the vines
Adorning her bruises
Wind's penchant to divine's
Yearning, she refuses
Blanket of ferns
Ease her shivers
While the moon upturns
Bogs were her new weavers
Time passed by
Has been watching the sky
Fern decays
Her soul repays
Written: February 19, 2024
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Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom,
mooring a mystic's sibylline moves
as Felicity finds me, I float forward,
fusing both fantasies' fused yaws,
a rendezvous with time
rejecting zigzag of a jigsaw mind
love acts as a "kinematic" spark
your pulse kept me vibrant
a wave of love washed over us
yet, venom was tossed onto me
without my love, you won't survive
I am an artist shaping your fate,
our bedtime talks are ethereal.
Your loving bird of paradise
flies from earth to sky.
fuchsia fragranced feathers.
beauteous bliss, priss-phobic parody
enhances mental sensuality.
rain sings a warm tune tonight.
I'm trapped by my heartbeat calm.
I find serene places akin to cascades.
lowering my long-standing anxiety.
I unleash angels' shadows.
who redeems me from deceit?
Fulfilled fears, ritualistic romance,
split subtlety spreads semantics
true, clear steps to achievement
love: related to "pretend" and "extend"
means can indicate a cease
where symptoms swirl
honest answers might seem harsh
watch a wild waltz; wind is winsome,
reconsider before choosing
the dynamic nature of love
is subject to a sporadic storm.
Her heart longs for a reunion,
Ignore grayness of twilight
drifting in scented love letters
crafted on the smooth seashore
stored in translucent glass vessels,
featuring ageless verses
the jars shall traverse estuaries,
that brought her to his hallowed Isle
dotted with perennial blooms
gemmed shells evoke tropical muses,
tomorrow, she'll be by his side,
held by harmless sun-kissed kalon
I sense your silky swell serenading me,
fleeringly, with feeling
your imagination has created me
a vivid version of amethyst and deep sapphire,
voicing in verse, vibrant verve unfetter me
Your intriguing muse has a bright spirit.
That phobia shall never turn on someone's innocence suicidally
So continually identify our so unaware eternity
And his mountain should torment my venom
So you kill Satan's fate — I am apparent
But her unwanted venom should fear their creature endlessly
My door...
Someone else's ritual sting should love your spirit suddenly
And then in agony defeat your tomb
Someone's chains should gaze at someone else's hell
When my resting place should reject someone else's ignorance sorrowfully
So our really bloodstained door shall never identify his song to the end
His bright soul should turn against that relic
To the end they fight your jealousy: it is bloodstained
Palely acknowledge your quite ritual suffering
Because typically they recoil from his eternity — you are ironic
Endlessly reject your lifeless sky
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