That diamondback with turquoise eye
Beneath the copper colored sky
Is best left there alone to lie
Aware of ev'ry passerby
Commanding it's respect
But lofty prowling also reigns
If not supreme its threat remains
So vigilance is what maintains
The losses equal to the gains
This delicate balance to protect
Each predator will become prey
When stars of night find stars of day
The system was designed that way
To keep the intellect at bay
That would upset that order
LIke most designs it has its flaws
For those who don't respect its laws
And seek to fill rapacious jaws
Displaying disrespectful maws
Which grin within disorder
The snake that lies in plastic grass
The raptor’s flight through prismal glass
Are visions meant not but to pass
As though they were but sheen on frass
Only useful when they’re rent asunder
Philosophers are left to ponder
Why nature would allow this wander
'Tween balance here, disorder yonder
Peacemakers struggle… troublemakers squander
Ill-gotten gains, their rotten plunder
Categories:
maws, allegory,
Form: Didactic
Depression
Its darkness.
A cold embrace,
An old friend.
It welcomes me,
like a lighthouse after a tragic storm.
I feel her claws like a deceiving caress
Her words drown me in blanket of numbness
Bitterness maws at me like a rabid wolf
I sleep
I eat
I sleep again.
Praying she doesn’t invade my dreams.
Too late.
Grades drop faster than silence after I tell someone I’m struggling.
“But you’re so happy?”
The mask I wear effective.
So effective I can’t breathe.
I’m strangled.
Ambition is an estranged family member
She doesn’t call. She doesn’t care.
I feel the optimism leave me like a dog let off a leash
The motivation drain from me like blood by a leech
I drown
I drown
I drown
And everyone is none the wiser
Depression is a mistress
Sneaky and seductive
And I,
I am her forbidden lover.
Categories:
maws, dark, deep, depression, life,
Form: Free verse
Tides
Billow
The boats quake
Her sailors scream
Davy Jones' Locker
Opened its grisly maws
Who can hope for salvation?
When the devils of the whale-road
Cast down wretched tendrils of demise,
Damning poor souls to their watery grave
'Lord!'
They cry,
'Have mercy!'
'Deliver us'
'From this thunderstorm!'
As mighty sails tumble
And the cargo lose their worth
'Til the howling finally ceased
The harpy's screech now a siren's hymn
Drawing the vessels down the whale-road's stream
Categories:
maws, ocean, sea, storm, voyage,
Form: Etheree
Haibun
Inky dark night. Jewels in the heavens sparkle like diamonds in a necklace. The Seven Sisters wink seductively while trying to sit in Cassiopeia’s Chair. Orion chases Ursa Major and her cub when he stops to slake his thirst from the Big Dipper. Great Leo butts’ heads with mighty Aries. Sirius, the Dog Star, is the glowing eye of Canis Major as she helps Orion track Ursa. Faint Polaris guides mariners to home port from the tail of The Little Dipper.
new moon
a black palette rules the sky
stars come out to play
The distant galaxies show off their faint light as clustered pinpoints as if the black curtain were pricked multiple times by a needle. Sagittarius points the way to the center of the Milky Way. Nurseries of star forming clusters birth new babies to populate the sky as old ones blow up and die. In the middle lie the monstrous supermassive black holes which suck all light in to their mighty maws bending time and gravity to their will.
are they our ancient home
signals from a distant past
will we return to them
Categories:
maws, sky,
Form: Haibun
.
'long
hern she
'long each
her camberz
each
mine sheath
her crystaline
sparkling
to mine
Mine maws
Speak
'to bella
lock
Categories:
maws, beautiful, blessing,
Form: Romanticism
I poured the dark ink on the page
To warn the once and future sage
That somewhere in this cryptic maze
Within the laughter resided rage
For poetry’s a field of mines
Of prickly thorns and clinging vines
Of predators with gaping maws
Of ice cream soda’s without straws
For all I do is hold the pen
I do not tell it where or when
I only know that when it starts
I never know where it will end
The ink is neither foul nor fair
It forms the words but doesn’t care
For it is not a part of them
Just looping lines that help them share
Un-knotted truths and jumbled lies
As grease stains of now cold French fries
Deny the sun its great reprise
My sleepless eyes refute it’s rise
Categories:
maws, dark, words, writing,
Form: Verse
.
I'm in the pickle mine
Think
This morn mine palate
In concert with
Mine maws
the empanadas
hern dulce
Mine thank you waved
She winked
This noon
Whilst enjoying the
Spring's cool wet
the naiad
the naiad
think
Categories:
maws, adventure, beautiful, character, engagement,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
.
there
up
keep look'n
'tiz the riddle
yum
i mean
yup
glinting
drip'n into mine
thirsty maws
from day
one
*any uv the artists get this riddle
*trinkle: intransitive verb; trickle
trin·?kle 'tri?k?l
-ed/-ing/-s
dialectal: to flow down by drops
(Merriam-Webster)
Categories:
maws, extended metaphor, riddle,
Form: Verse
My horse's haunches sway,
Saunter up hillocks and down a valley path,
Above a ridge off and on: a village where some people fish,
Phosphorescent flotsam washed ashore.
Green embers breathe as if through shriveled lungs.
Wax in contrast to the gloaming dark that's coming on.
Shrubbery shadows lengthen, enlarging blacknesses.
Crickets ratchet down their temperatures.
The earth cools in wan mirage.
Time lapsed, the stars make
A slow, quiet carousel of lights.
It circles far above us disengaged.
Wings of crows scoop pools of air,
Then dive down open maws
On tiny, furred crawlers shocked stock still.
Crows chalk their caws across the night.
A copse will grow into a stand of oaks.
The vintage children like to climb.
Gnarled limbs reminding them of fiction sailing ships.
Hand over fist to where the topmost rigging is.
For now, people and trees are bottled tiny on a shelf.
At dry dock like some whittled models are.
Until the oak is christened keel and frame
And of agers live lives and make their livelihoods at sea. (9/18/22)
Categories:
maws, adventure, childhood, growing up,
Form: Free verse
.
Locked
Yes locked
her tumescent
to mine
I felt her rapid breathe
As
Mine dukes latched to her fundament
pulling her vibrate
'gainst mine wild
Ourn torsos locked
Her bulging eyne
brimming with love's wet
whilst mine
reaches hern depth
Ourn bodies yaw
loving each's sweat
Ourn maws exclamating
Vehemently
"yesss"
As mine lurch retreats
Ourn together watches
as the ebb from hern
glisters
Categories:
maws, appreciation, for her, for
Form: Free verse
Of all the world this century I see
What shimmers – artifice devoid of soul.
Pneumatic truncheons burying dreams of She,
The Mother, under satin sheets of coal.
If would mine eyes deceive me not I’d think
It just a putrid fantasy, from which
The shadows formed by tortured lids could blink
Awake into the rays from which no niche
Could cling like pincers holding darkness gripped.
Inverted it would seem the very Laws,
When God can’t stop in poison water dipped,
The baptism of Earth in fossil maws.
I pray that life – eternal Hope so fair,
Can snatch redemption from morose Despair.
Categories:
maws, environment,
Form: Sonnet
An innocent hand, besides its normal
Duty to touch and, duty to hold
Duty to pinch and land, blows and brutal
Oppression
An innocent lip, besides duty to disguise
Duty to enclose and, duty to house teeth
Duty to rub paints, lick each other’s maws
Oppression
A free given straw, soda to suck from decanters
Duty to accompany, the twin orange sacs
Duty to toil and rub, like real beggars
Oppression
God-given head, beautiful feathers to hold
Duty to host brains, to think make choices
Duty to reason poorl’, the same brain to scold
Oppression
Categories:
maws, addiction, africa, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
Grandma's house slippers were falling apart.
She continued to wear them, with the soles falling off.
Mama would ask, why not buy new shoes?
There was a look of sadness and anger coming thru.
As I sat wondering why maw was so upset?
I snuck down the hall, to find her in her bed.
She held close an old photo, in black n white ink.
A picture of her and grandpa, holding a dancing trophy.
She pointed for me to sit next to her.
As she looked down towards her old house slippers.
This is the last gift he gave to me.
On our last spent together anniversary.
He chuckled and said , when these are wore thin.
You will be closer to dancing with me in heaven.
I want you to get, plenty of rest.
I need your feet, to be at their best.
When I see you again, We will be angels next to Him.
Giving him all the Glory, for all his blessings.
Categories:
maws, angel, christian, for her,
Form: I do not know?
Growing up in govan as a wain
We didny have much in they days
But we'd wid never complain .
We were happy way wat Yeh geed
Nae body gret or yed get a slap on the heid.
Aw the games we aw used to play
Up n doon the street
We're aw the maws wid gather up n meet.
Gossiping gossip aw day long
N still be gabbing till the next morn.
Wed make wee dens down in the ally
Tin cans on out feet so we'd walk silly.
Play kick the can n one man hunt
And brittish bulldog doon the front.
Our kids now dont no how to play
Way too many computers n their
Hitec ways .
Categories:
maws, childhood,
Form: ABC
Villanelle : On listening to Al Di Meola, John McLaughlin and Paco de Lucia Concert - June 12, 1980
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Round and round in Rondenôs whisk sparrows
Paco aloof in Andauzian tempo Malaguena rare
Piroueting incisive onrush cascades bare
No strings wave upon wave in strict sweeping rows
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
John abeting Al to shake free from Camaron dare
The tsunami shaking out of the Devil's maws
Paco aloof in Andaluzian tempo Malaguena rare
All argumentative cursing beginning no-where
Irascible abrasive rabid racy tune soars
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Torrential currents let John loose in manic scare
That Al contests entraps in torrid lassoes
Paco aloof in Andaluzian tempo Malaguena rare
This salmagundi of virtuoso notes snare
One and all from the caverns of Sleepy Hollows
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Paco aloof in Andaluzian tempo Malaguena rare
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
Categories:
maws, appreciation, art, eulogy, inspirational,
Form: Villanelle
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