mummify my nature
our youthful nightshade
of baptist bitterroot
again , I am godlike
from a brandy cauldron
always devout .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Sucker punched.
Gel filled.
Gnawing.
I felt the grass and ground mummify.
Feet are like root vegetables that get raked up.
Slam.
Sucker punched.
The new bunker they built.
So fancy that no one would believe I lived there.
would you trust anachronistic revitalization by youthful tastelessness ?
underline your forgotten manipulability
in ripped knitwork or
delineate godlike bedding from nympho childlessness ;
paralyze and mummify our preteenager psychopathy
with predetermined celiocentesis .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Our tiers mummify the air
Our blood mummifies the soil
Our eyes purify aware
Our lives purify from toil
Your tears purify the air
Your blood purifies the soil
Your eyes mummify aware
Your lives mummify from toil
Blood is life, today
Blood is life ,tomorrow
Blood in his body,
Yooh! - in animals,
Why not in the trees?
Haha, haha, haha!
Trees live too...yooh!
Fish swimming, breath into the water,
Man can't , death, comes as called.
Come , come , come...
Take him home to rest.
Yooh...death of the man,
Have dearth of olive oil...
Nice fragrance , mummify , burn or burry...
All near and dear ones
good bye.
March 05/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Sotto Poet
Theme chosen : BLOOD
"The Padded Soft Cell"
Here they cover their mirrors
with garlands of poésies
to stop billabong reflections
pooling through
the inmates
congratulate each other
walking in slow dervish circles
Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals
Anti-clockwise,
I told them to change channels
when words become mute
and mummify themselves
in the gadaidja’s
interminably
terminally blessed loud
soapbox sermon music
they b**ched their chomping bits
about it all for a while
I suggested with a pleasant smile
keep on their side of the shine
twisting their own twine
regulated patients,
disgraced and racing
chasing love, love chasing
all intrepid actors underexposed pacing
sometimes we smile here
within our padded soft cells
if the ghosts we read through walls
entertain us from their wells
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Films" (Remastered 2009)/ Gary Numan
https://youtu.be/6HbIGk6zH_k
A black widow spider spins a silk thread
into a near-transparent dream catcher;
filling her with joy, and her meals with dread.
A very cunning, deadly flycatcher
ready to pounce and mummify her food:
she lies in wait, like a body snatcher.
Any damaged web gets quickly renewed
with her sticky silk, resetting her trap:
so, struggling insects remain firmly glued.
She secures victims in a woven wrap:
ensuring they remain alive and fresh
until she sups: draining them of their sap.
Liquefying bugs, entangled in mesh:
she flaunts a scarlet hourglass belly patch
and fangs that inject poison into flesh.
Males must escape as soon as they detach,
for to this femme fatale, they're a fair catch.
Anubis waits before the gates of hell,
To mummify your morbid love entombed…
With sustenance a sanguinary smell,
Despondent demonic desires consumed…
An enslaved eternal epitaph lies,
Love captured in a pernicious prison…
A cancerous confined in its chastise,
Within a duality sanctioned schism…
A passage in gold as now Osiris waits,
To search for your love in the hells below…
And thus they slowly glide the gilded gates,
Piously proclaiming my lover's woe…
For only love shall conquer great and small,
Even if you dine in hell's banquet hall.
In Ancient Egypt is the Greek name of the god of death...
Anubis is the protector of the gates to the Underworld,
Osiris replaced him as the god of the dead.
Only the SONNET form is acceptable...
14 lines x 10 syllables, 140 words
Sept.18.2019
Because It's A Tuesday 140
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
N/A for contest
Time ticks by there's no time to cry
You can only turn a blind eye
The world is ready to horrify
And I wont stick around to say goodbye
While I solidify
You try to justify these actions that terrify
It will petrify and mummify
They wont mystify or mollify
As you just stand there stultified
3/15/2017
Forest trees are defrosted
by rains -
they look as though they
were frozen through time,
only to wait for spring
to boast their greenness.
As the hands of time move,
the trees protect birds,
chipmunks, and lovers
from the burning sun.
Later,
with no shade to give,
and no burning sun,
the trees begin to shed
their leaves,
creating a natural carpet
all around them.
Naked and wary,
they wait for winter to mummify them....
Date: 04/04/2016
I am a tomb of ancient bloom.
I was young once, and pretty.
Now that I am of middle age,
and beauty fades, I must adjust.
To being unseen, no beauty queen.
I must not dance or prance about.
Although inside I dance still.
No one sees the pretty me.
I am a tomb, must I mummify?
Damn it all, I refuse to die.
Still slip on my dancing shoes.
Close my eyes, get in the groove.
Imagine all eyes still upon me.
This acient bloom won't go soon.
Without hesitation, we
Consume youth like a pill--Watch:
The sunset crushes into the sidewalk
Spilling shadows in it's haste.
Tendrils of smoke mummify the wide open spaces
We've come to know, billowing grey,
Bitter to the senses.
Moments in passing flash white hot;
Like a scandalous midnight, the
Door is locked behind them.
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