The Wispy Spirit Waited
He was sucked into the nasty Australian air
purifier in the living room of 67 Oak Street, Elmwood. To him, that wasn’t at all fair!
For Halloween night,
he’d planned to haunt the furrowed asleep.
In the filter, with not much sight,
he moaned, ‘I should’ve entered with a creep.
I should've gone through the bathroom window
or maybe through the bedroom window!'
So, he waited and waited
and waited.
He couldn’t move a metre
He couldn’t move a centimetre.
A week later, the owner emptied the filter out the
window, and the spirit went into the
mouth of a man-eater
who was a wife cheater.
Three funny guys, Curly, Larry, and Mo
Slapstick comedians, you all must know
But there are three circus clowns
Who create mayhem and frowns
The crowd calls them Corny, Hairy and Schmo
Corny thinks he's the wily ring leader
Acting as if he's a Walmart greeter
Talking like he's really cool
But people laughed at the fool
Gobbled by the lion called 'Man Eater'
Hairy can be a bear when in pursuit
Got his name from being very hirsute
He was threatened with a shave
If he refused to behave
He bit off his tongue and now is a mute
Sad has become the life of flunky Schmo
He feeds peanuts to monkeys in the show
Since he lost his two friends
Finds himself at loose ends
Three circus clowns; each one was a bozo
A life of love or pleasure
Emotions devouring darkness
They speak of faith, truth, loyalty
Following their hearts desires
Tasting each other's needs
Commitment two souls merge
Words loudly spoke in meaning
They share life, dreams for love
Their heart longs emptiness
Longs fulfillment of completion
Their being lust for touch
They come from different worlds
One wild,one need be tame
Beast of tiger,her claws sharp
Her lines light and fine tuned
She hunts the wilderness
Her prey, man of jungle she eyes
Man-eater her deepest desire
To find herself arms of her Lion
To be dominated in bondage
A little one plays along the side
But beauty of love as swEeeet'
as kittens grOWl'''''
African minds, African souls
Yet only one controls
Her fiery hair is one of a kind
Yet no one sees inside her mask of destruction
Her name is Rae Hood, a killer of all beasts
She isn't a hero not a villain
You don't want to get on her bad side
For the moon power is all hers
African tribes hide
for she won't spare anyone on her path for vengeance
"Why is she angry?" they ask
But she never reveals her past
She's a man-eater,
their power unbelievably strong
Yet can they beat the moon control?
Africa is in danger
The pots and pans destroyed
All thanks to the "Moon witch"
Who has probably lost control
Her thirst for vengeance made her crazy
so her hold on the moon is lost forever
Lives have been spared,
people believed that she has changed
But no one knows that the infamous Rae Hood controls the moon no more
"Bloodbath in the Bog"
Bloodbath in the Bog
Leeches go down hard on turtles
fattened egos in a feeding frenzy
agitated mosquitoes land on the slime
to take a taste
grinning hares race each other out the gates
wasting life and time
smoking the green grass
eating all the pretty flowers
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
"Edible Flowers" / Finn Brothers
https://youtu.be/UY8xoSERti4
“But looks can be deceptive
and that sweet looking field
can be a dangerous man eater.
The meadow is actually a peat bog-
more specifically a blanket bog -
and while it's a rich habitat for wildlife watchers,
it hides potential dangers for the unwary.”
English colloquialism/Bog.
The good fortune guaranteed luck
Ferried in the same heads that slacken
When the Professional heads became slain
Under the demands of the ego nice
The society's pin knitting downwards
The base pointing the Potter's Port
With the man-eater man carrying the fragile
Unable to care from degreed spare sprees
The natural law bend to salvage malice
The well to adapt wiped by demigods
Of inferiority unprocedural spice
Unfit but the confronting world dice.
Emerge environmental mental backdrop
Diverting leadership vacuum ensues
Try and error back through the average
For the top elite launched to rot stews
Human creations outwit man in subversion
Unable to enable order in special coders
And later attempt to sweep with dirt
For emerging brooms swept more
May the worst touch not the best
For the rotten kills the strongest
The base down the beautiful vase
Fair games played for the rest.
*(A lyric on the sweet seductions of a lovely, vampish nymph and man-eater named Lolita.).
With a body so fine and rare
like a lover who comes afresh
with a glow that's both sleek and fair;
and lovely in her fine, smooth flesh;
she sways me so with not a care
as we slowly combine and mesh.
With expert skill that's hard to find
and deft and not so innocent
(and with her hands and unchaste mind),
she unzips my rising discontent.
She pleasures me: I nigh go blind
(as her deftness makes me potent).
With focus and seductive powers
she peers into my fettered soul
and frees me from my iron trousers
which crush my sex and spirit whole.
And in minutes, not even hours,
I'm under her swift, sweet control!
Oh Men, where's all your humanity gone,
And the mercy, love, and kindness you claim?
Recall, to a mother they too were born.
Now, lost in woe, you put us to the blame.
In to the woods, you came troubling our peace-
The tranquillity, not to be disturbed,
Peace, it vanished, as my zone, put to tease,
And how much I felt is still to be learned.
Lost in selfishness, needs and wants, so far,
You took my kids, as pure as flower buds.
I've no need to lock them behind bars,
Learning to deny their own heart and blood.
The tears I weep, they would fill the whole sea.
Not a man-eater, it’s a mother’s plea.
12/12/2018
Movie:- Two Brothers
Character:- Mother of the two tigers: Kumal and Sanga
SHE IS A MAN EATER
BUT SHE KILLS THEM WITH KINDNESS
She Said:
I am Impressed by your Confidence
And you must be the Bravest of Hearts
If you dare enter my Room
Some men never come this close
For they fear it will be there Doom
Because this is the place where a
Lion’s Heart may be consumed
And most men can’t fathom all the Hidden Galaxies
That I have planted inside my Sacred Womb
But I see you're bravely standing here before me
Trying to Taunt me with your Dark and Very Long Spear
Tell me King is it your Burning Hunger that draws you near?
But please beware Beloved for your Pride has No Sanctuary here
Yes in due time you will surrender
All your Love without any Fear
And like a Queen I will give you Flames of Passion
And show you all the Mercy my Sweet Darling Dear…
Susie teetered into Bill’s office, wearing a skintight miniskirt
Sat on Bill’s knee for dictation. She was an outrageous flirt
Soon Bill was smitten and couldn’t resist her ample charms
He forgot about his wife and kids and fell into Susie's arms
That was the lusty beginning of their clandestine love affair
Young Susie is a man-eater and calls Bill her "Honey Bear"
Bill’s wife discovered his deception and asked for a divorce
She’ll keep it out of the media for a huge settlement, of course!
As soon as his divorce was finalised he made Susie his wife
Susie’s only twenty. Bill wanted a carer for the rest of his life
Bill’s eighty-five years old and Susie stroked his thinning hair
and denies her attraction to him is that Bill’s a multi millionaire!
They say age doesn’t matter, especially when you are ‘in love’
That depends if you’re the ‘secretary’ who's married to ‘the ‘guv’!
Within a year Bill was dead and Susie worked for another VIP
I've heard she takes dictation while sitting naughtily upon his knee
Age doesn’t matter when you’re in love Contest
Sponsored by Julie leigh Rodeheaver
12-16-17
I hate cancer
I hate what it does to people
Cancer eat away the flesh of men, making them skull before their deaths
When will we find a cure for this man eater
I saw my friend lose her hair
I saw my friend in pain
I couldn't have recognized her she was skin and bones, before she die
Another GOOD BYE
When will, this cure be found
I hate cancer
I saw a child of five die in his mother's arms
He had no colour, her tears rained like a stormy weather
I could see her whispering loudly..." GOOD BYE MY BABY" the sound echoed in my soul …GOOD BYE…so tired to hear that...another GOOD BYE
When will cancer end...we need to find a cure
I hate cancer
Now I see my friend Mary fighting back, she’s not letting cancer win
She’s fighting back for her life
Cancer not winning, not this time... there is no GOOD BYE ...not this time
Cancer will not win
I walk my tiger home from office straight
A furious and fiery volcano
And let it loose on those who are soft target
Letting the steam off my inferno
Those at home do understand my tiger
Initially they used to be scared and surprised
When they saw my boss was a viper
My pain and anger they easily realized
I have trained my tiger not to be ferocious
And of course it is not a man eater
It hollers and howls but is not atrocious
Though some call him a habitual wife beater
Tiger is a reservoir of wild energy
The child in us wants to roam like a tiger
At times the civility he fails to see
Allowing it to come out from his natural fibre
We adults do many a time turn children
Forget the dos and don’ts of our society
Come out the tigers and vipers hidden
Taking leave of the sense of propriety
Be that as it may it is a fact
Very often when the bison roam
There and then I do react
And I take to walking my tiger home
_____________________________________________
July 24, 2016
He's not a man who runs the streets
He's hard working, and educated
Infect he's a self employed brother
A man who enjoys the best in life
He has good credit, a house, a car
And many other fine things
But he doesn't have any kids or a wife
Now don't get it twisted
He don't have any problems
In the romance department
Because he's a ladies pleaser
Very easy on her eyes
He makes woman wink in the knees
And moist between her thighs
He's strong, confident, and built like a statue
With just one weak, or a smile
Ladies, he'll bring the closet freak out in you
He's known for taking
That woman that calls herself
A man eater and transforming her
From the man eating lioness that she calls herself
Into a mild little pussycat
And leave her broken hearted
Now ladies,
You call yourselves a man eater
C'mon is that what you really think of yourself
Because when I think of the term 'man eater'
I completely think of something else
I think of a smart ass business woman
Using herself, to run game on men for sex and money
That sounds like a smart as prostitute to me
Now brothers isn't that funny
There was young “lady" of Chester
Who not only dated a jester
But also and baker n' smith
whom she all liked to kiss
she's known as the great man-molester
Man Eater.
I was filleting a mackerel when I found a finger in its innards
not much left of it looked like a prawn shell with fingernail,
I said nothing dipped the fillets in flour and deep fried them
served with cucumber salad, boiled potatoes and melted
butter, just the way they like it in Sweden.
The finger was spotted again amongst all the stuff to be thrown
into the bin. great commotion, I said nothing, but have not since
been eating mackerels, they apparently feed on fishermen.
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