When mummifying the Egyptians saved
Organs a plenty, the workers raved.
Threw out the brain
Kept heart with the grain
Organs were preserved with body engraved.
Categories:
mummifying, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Limerick
Unsang song
To the body that buried crying souls turbulence is emotional
Womb for a wormhole life is optional,
One night stand for stars die quicker than supernovae and wrapped in
Mummifying sheets .thighs for dear dairy to hold record of men who came for visit.
The same thighs measure a how deep is the cut to the fetus should be.
No tiny hands or feet for lullaby songs.
back door clinics welcome unwanted life for the cost of living give life no meaning.
pillow talks to seek a place under the skin where lust resides,
for what reason should a latex determine the fate of responsibility?
rough talks heat of pleasure where demons dance for the sad tune of reality.
palms rough like surfaces of hard rocks,
tin men walking around with empty chests,
when prides are sold over the counter for a one night stand.
Friday afternoons are used for slaughter,
on the fourth termination, count increases every fortnight,
body heavy with smell of death around the waist like a waste site.
who smells the coffee when waters keep breaking for pleasure?
by:TSHEDISO SEROKI
Categories:
mummifying, abortion, , Lullaby,
Form: Free verse
In the desert
When sun is at its hottest peak,
And your reflection is turning to sleek,
When sweating is making you drown,
And extreme thirst is pulling you down,
Nothing beyond sand as far as you can see,
Even the camel's courage is bound to flee,
Mummifying wind will set you to tune,
At a glance will transform to sand dune,
When eyes go red and dry in suffrage,
What still keeps you moving in desert is a mirage!
Written September 16th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest' In the desert' by Nette onclaud
Categories:
mummifying, adventure, summer, sun, water,
Form: Couplet
My skin petrified, mummifying my hand
upon pools of brittle ice
like curdled blood piercing veins: I watch
the moon bathing its flesh,
in crystal yellow, waxing a sheen...
my pores dilate as cubes slowly melt
when this fired orb heals from above
till its velvet breath climbs into my head,
extinguishing limbo of a daze…until I convulse in joy
when chunk-stone changes into glimmered dew.
*I held ice cubes on my palms and was transported
back to scene of one night when a high fever drowned
my senses… for some reason, viewing the glory
of the moon relieved me from delirium…
Ice King Contest of Skat
( in less than 10 lines)
25July2013
by nette onclaud
Categories:
mummifying, pain, uplifting,
Form: Lyric
I grew up in rows of houses ending in graveyards,
where six feet of dirt covered
the mound of my existence
and failure arched every single doorway.
Depression draped the windows
with patterns stitched
by poverty’s unapologetic hand.
The futility of language lacing its voice
with abject grief and guilt;
Expression left to moan its desperation,
yet unable to communicate its plea.
While eyes lost the blue of horizons and hope--
blindness welcomed
as agony’s twisted comic relief.
Emptiness has a way of filling up
and spilling over, consuming;
Until all that remains is a chronicle of life
lived too painfully in reverse,
and the screaming sheathing of despair
mummifying the entombed...
Categories:
mummifying, introspection
Form: Free verse