Branded eternally by blood,
beauty is no longer fleeting.
So burgundy soft with a thud,
from head to toe left secreting.
I’m a vampire rose, flesh eating;
I’ll always pick a lush dessert.
Your sugar spikes are depleting,
the sweetest nip could never hurt.
Imagine That...
Kitty Cat's Got Claws
Kitty Cat's Got Bite
Kitty Cat Needs Tomcat
To Stroke Her Fur at Night!
Oh Yes That Cat...
Kitty Cat Sunk Claws
Kitty Cat Would Bite
Kitty Cat Scratched Tomcat
And Scratched That Cat Right!
Now Imagine This!...
Kitty Cat Don't Scratch
Kitty Cat Don't Fight
Kitty Cat "Ate" Tomcat
Right Down to the Last Bite!
a strange sense of dread builds up
we know not what could be the cause
yet it manifests and so we do recognise
our stuporous awareness that was oblivious
but be that as it may, we take measures
to nip in the bud the heart contraction
by becoming a witness to ourself
Son, please don't look at me with that cold stare and judge me when I twist the cap, pour a glass, and tilt my head gently.
Just know that I'm searching for a little relief and peace of mind. Unfortunately, in this world, peace can be hard to find.
No excuses! But life has a strange way of unfolding in all kinds of ways. It's going to test you, tempt you, beat you down, and humble you every day.
So, bolster up, my boy, and get to know the Most High. As you go through life, you’ll see and feel some unpleasant things, I won’t lie.
But there are also many beautiful things, like you. So always stay genuine, treat people right, and stay true.
I stayed away from the funny cigarettes, pills, powder, and needles. I'm not proud of my lil' nip, and I pray to the Most High that you never get involved in any of that as you face life's riddles.
So, son, don't look at me with disdain when you see me take a lil' nip. Just know I'll be back, but for now, I'm taking a quick lil' trip.
watch barbs that sting
deep angst bringing
heart sings no more
seemingly innocuous
seeds of lustful outrage
soon sprouted feral fangs
although as yet unborn
manifested in dreams
we lived the desire
in the savagery conjured
in caverns dark astral realms
which in time so became
destiny in this density
Anxiety buildup
signals ego’s at play,
so unless we’re watchful,
we will lose the moment,
of life flow beautiful.
Anxiety buildup,
when someone’s tailgating
in the morning traffic,
sees our temper flare up,
causing outcomes tragic.
Anxiety buildup
is a thought disorder,
where we self-block surprise,
missing out on life’s fun,
deadened to bliss beats rise.
Anxiety buildup,
best viewed with nonchalance,
as thought forms that have strayed.
Thus if we’re void centric,
joy’ll never be betrayed.
08-August-2022
Ice cream cones are meant to drip
But once you’ve got the knack,
You catch those drops on tongue or lip
To help preserve your snack.
At times the bottom of the cone
Might form a little hole,
Allowing an escape, unknown
When ice cream’s in a bowl.
So someone came up with a plan -
A paper cone-shaped coat
To overlay the cone, but man,
They’d never get my vote!
The paper's somehow always stuck;
It’s hard to peel away.
Thus, oftentimes, I’m out of luck
And there’s a price to pay.
I either toss the cone before
I’m finished or I might
Ingest some shreds of paper, more
Than I want in a bite!
vibrant cessation
an upward curve
of bliss in renewal
seeming fullness
vaporises free will
whereupon action
merely resonation
with divine vibrance
reflected by presence
tested by the universe
for it’s true voidness
when the tides ebb
shrouded in darkness
which soul celebrates
with undiminished joy
recognising the play
uncaring of outcomes
being a mist of bliss
offering no rancour
for identity to anchor
thus free and unbound
walking on holy ground
19-September-2021
Misfortunes mushrooming
from malevolent glares
are beliefs,
as common water hyacinth.
Eying me
drooping in dejection,
grandma takes a nip of salt,
a red chili
and some mustard,
locks her palm,
rotates her fist over my pate thrice,
then throws the ingredients of charm
into the embers in our hearth.
I refresh, fooling myself.
A scarecrow
hanging
in front of
building construction
is another Patriot system
against eye-missiles.
Defense is diverse.
Evil eyes thrive
from rhizomes of envy.
They have been
on the earth
since the inception of thought.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Ah, sweet slumber of nip-laden dreams;
the milk of mother moon bestowed,
a blessed drink and lactose-free
to this mine humble, feline throat.
Running freely through outer space,
I touch upon thy blessed universe.
My home of emerald and lapis lace,
is where in I lay in furred repose.
Chasing neon rainbows in nebulae bright,
my dreams are filled with gold doubloons.
I’ll spend them on treats and nip-delight,
and chase away any greedy tycoons.
A feline black as obsidian night,
in a home filled with human love;
among the faeries and tree sprites,
mind flies just like the doves.
Friendship based on favors,
Favors that require you to break rules
Or compromise your character and values
Is not true friendship ...
A true friend will always expect your best, but forgive your worst
Will always encourage you in honesty and kindness, but curb your enmity
Will NOT stand by and allow others to hurt you
But, nor will they allow YOU to hurt others
Because they know your heart at its core
And they love you completely
They know that by mistreating others
You are damaging yourself even MORE
And the well-being of your spirit is their priority and care
As theirs is to you ...
We are ALL fighting battles in our lives
We all go through illness and injury and grief
We all struggle daily to keep our heads above the deluge
And we all need love and friendship to heal
But those hardships are not an excuse to mistreat others
Or a reason to garner sympathy and favors
Nor are they meat for speculation and manipulation and envy
If someone ever expects otherwise
It does not come from a place of love or kindness or light
And certainly NOT ... friendship.
Given
Kitten
Smitten
Bitten
I was given a kitten named Doug
I’m smitten till bitten by the thug!
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John G. Lawless
©5/8/2019
When bad guys came through causing strife
in Mayberry, fraidy-cat Fife,
the lawman who never
was dauntless and clever,
could not catch them to save his life.
Huge blunders caused people to mock
and point at this town’s laughing stock.
Still, this scrawny fellow,
whose back wore a yellow
streak, boasted. His claims were a crock.
The title is my favorite Barney-ism.
Don Knotts's leaving The Andy Griffith Show crippled it
February 10, 2019. entered in Joseph May's Limerick IV Contest
Placed 3rd
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