It hits fast with no trace
No warning…no face
Slips in slick and sips blood quick
Steals breath and whispers death
It chokes and grinds
Claws deep and rewires minds
No mercy…no pause
Just rot and crippling loss
It feeds and crawls
A shadow that shatters and mauls
No escape or way out
It leaves permanent scarring and doubt
Lord, save this unholy Baptist!?
Her lactation, like mother's juice,
slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist.
To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice,
with corkscrew thumbs, and practiced wrists,
like a gander she mauls her goose!
If hairy chest stirs those supple breasts
in whorish barns (near lover's inns),
then with my cock's erectest crest,
the buttocks (of her cleft nether-chin),
like meat pies, I durst hurry test,
lest I, limp, err in deadly sins!
But I pray Thee, O holy Godhead!
I durst not be so thus content'd,
when, like dogwood, is my sainthead,
when goes my pizzle unlament'd;
and, like Pan, to c*nt the nunhead,
I've foregone your grace, unrepent'd.
Big brother on the corner and in the sky
Big sister in the mixed bathroom
With a finger in your apple pie.
Credit cards only -no need for cash
the eagle has both talons on every greenback.
An unholy border along the banks of the Rio
no cash bail for all those cartel and fentanyl fellows...
and they call me crazy for having lead dreams...
under my .38 caliber pillow.
While the red bear mauls its neighbor
the dragon slides steadily toward Taiwan
Ten asps are slowly surrounding
the dearest children of God.
Thousands of buzzards in plutonium nests
scanning the plains of Armageddon
for a couple of beakers of flesh.
But it'll be God who has the last laugh
as he slings a giant blue stone
and turns every snake into shattered glass.
Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced,
albeit, it doesn't apply to Red Wolf.
Canis rufus, a deep southerner roost,
with southern hospitality, aloof,
unlike others of their kind. Family
oriented, bone structure limits brain
size ... small, seventy-five pounds ... tactfully,
per agility, standard weight. Ingrain
habits, eventually, were for naught
as they became extinct in the wild, when
local ranchers had mauls on their livestock,
they were rounded-up and confined. It's been
during World War II days. They've been restored,
it's back to the wilds, for the unexplored.
Pussy cat pussy cat
Your growls and your yowls
Your calls and your mauls
Patting me down
Making me into a nest
Your jaws and your claws
Ouch pussy cat!
Christ carries cross
want wakes wisdom
mantis mauls mate
music makes merry
sun sparkles snowman
thinking takes time
fear frames future
ivy interlaces iochroma
caterpillar chews cottonweed
rain reflects rainbow
sin stimulates sickness
mantis
mauls
mate
First Place Winner: Joseph May-In Just A Few Words 2/ Contest 1/17/21
Honorable Mention: Line Gauthier-Bite Size Contest No 78
Evening turns to mime -
you emerge from its cameo artistry,
your dark unraveled hair cajoles
in a lamp shaded theater.
Moments clash together.
A denuding madness is ungloved,
a palpable heat mauls.
Long into the cleaving night
unsheathed and reckless,
flesh sings its serpentine songs,
waterfalls plunge into unleashed rapids,
hard ridden gestures
disown all gentle speech.
After the blood blushed tangle,
a listless languor.
We listen to the footloose night
as it slips into velvet slippers,
we ride the tide of a waning moonglow,
our hands shadow play,
mimicking the gossip of bare walls.
who, US?
by Michael R. Burch
jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same —
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
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I'm here to encourage
I'm here to support
My love's revealed
Forthwith in your court
This bitter anguish
Devours my heart
Thy trepidation
Now rips me apart
Such weight on your shoulders
So much tension and strain
My heart now weeps
And feels your pain
I wish I could transfer
This torment that mauls
But I'm here to absorb
Each tear that falls
who, US?
by Michael R. Burch
jesus was born
a palestinian child
where there’s no Room
for the meek and the mild
... and in bethlehem still
to this day, lambs are born
to cries of “no Room!”
and Puritanical scorn ...
under Herod, Trump, Bibi
their fates are the same —
the slouching Beast mauls them
and WE have no shame:
“who’s to blame?”
It runs low off the moors,
when it gets to this blustering brink,
it shoves and ropes, it punches eyes.
When it sweeps this ledge
it bites like a viper, it's voice
forged in whirlpools of chaos.
My legs tremble in a corkscrew tug of war.
Gust-mobed clouds crush molecules of fear.
Rain hacks and mauls.
This raw wind has me by the throat;
now all the non-rooted must sink or float,
or be delivered down to the deep dale
and a more sheltering sky.
Guilt...!
Guilt rides,
on the chariot of truth
and how long can it go forth?
It obscures the facts
and obliterates the figures and
peps-up and cooks it's own broth!
It feels so heavy,
wears out the only one who is privy
and it is one's own knot to the naught!
On the obverse of the day,
when you join the fray,
be assured it gouges out your heart!
It holds on to the rein,
in attempts so vain,
yet it completely mauls one's sleep!
Thereon the day that dawn,
there is only groan and moan,
as it weighs you down only to make you weep!
Stave off this sorrow,
nay wait for the morrow,
there is an easy way out if you scout!
Heaven is here to rejoice
and so is hell too as a choice,
It is left to us to find the route out to rout.
It was birds Yes Ducks !, Mallards no less
Flown down from Alberta that made this great mess !
I tried to stop them though I shivered in fear
They flew right on past me and landed right here.
They surrounded your cupcakes like an army brigade
and attacked them they did not a one could be saved !
Frosting was flying from the mauls of their beaks
cupcake crumbs scattered all around their webbed feet !
And when they were done and finally flew out
the leader duck threw the last cupcake in my mouth !
I tried not to eat it but it was stuck to my lips
I guess they were just hungry after their long trip ?
You are not,
The machete that mauls the mound
That sends the ants scampering from the hill,
Preys to the threading feet and the hungered hens
You are not!
The gunpowder that blasts the barn
Heralding the angry bleats,
And inviting the cock-made complaints
No, you are not!
The arrow that pierces the air
Erasing the lines of the birds
Chasing the dark clouds into the sun
You are not
What they wash into your pores
What they sing into your being
What they carve into your heart
You are not
Apart from the tears that tear
Detached from the broken earthenware
For you are human too.
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