When tears soaked pain in pity
and forced man and God from Junction City
They prayed he'll come again
when the whites melt
forcing $hi# and sticks
down the hungry storm drains
Can ladies be gentle, man?
What if he's a gentleman;
a saint of undeniable piety?
Will she walk the desirable side
or otherwise, be lost in hidden cares
life spoke of a worthy deity
with a good man at his right?
Man and wife will have no fear
when minds are well aware of his delights
What is the place where we are at
where fingers tell who's at fault?
A nurse is inside every house,
every wound is packed with salt
with all corrosions seeping out
Curses are filled with excerpts
from newspapers and vlogs
Her youthful mouth beneath
blue eyes filled with blood and bogs
would say "Fake news is for feral dogs,
we are in a tamer time"
People have baggages;
two honeymoons and domestic fervor
Muy Leal, they ate mofongos
elsewhere, it was fracas in placentas
This is where they now lie together,
living on and off like FM radios
Categories:
placentas, marriage,
Form: Narrative
I smell a darker age
I fear a fiercer rage
the conflagration will begin a new page
in the history of a country once named.
More 'saints' would die
birds of bullets would fly
and there'll be no barricades to hide,
nature will cry!
Have you long forgotten
the excruciating pains of 1967?
Art thou diagnosed with dementia
of how our streets were soaked
with the placentas of pregnant mothers?
How hopeless our children felt
when heartbeats of parents couldn't be felt...
Art thou forgetful of the bloody taste of water
and how emaciated our kids were?
Oh that thou would visit thy past
Oh that thou would visualise the path
that thou thread,
Oh that thou disallow an imminent war!
My heart bleeds, bleeds the more(sobs)
Categories:
placentas, africa,
Form: Narrative
For all daylight hours of this magical season
I lingered along the edge of a lake and
Was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves
And all sounds are as crisp as autumn air.
The leaves fall and the wind blows
Pastures smell with uneaten placentas
The lovely autumn days, the new mown hay.
Pigeon in the morn, cuckoo in the noon,
Corncrake in the eve, the wasps in the jam
The smell of gorse, the look of the gorse.
Apples falling, children walking on leaves
Larch turning brown, the chestnuts falling
Winds howling, the sea breaking over the pier
The milkweed pods are breaking and
Bits of silken down floating on breeze
I stood for a while under autumn tree
The cripple wind moved among the leaves
Voices of the insects, deer by the fence
This autumn dusk has brought me tears.
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January 4, 2015
Form; Free Verse
Third Place win
Categories:
placentas, summer,
Form: Free verse
A, Woman, such a loveable gift from my Lord
The womb of this world full of nourishment
Placentas-n-umbilical cords ultra glamorous
Valiant, valuable-n-valorous
My nature is amorous to her ********
Sexual enjoyment, an admirable adornment
A, Beautiful torment, my missing Rib in a womb I once lived
I’m 4 ever indebted to your nourishment
I once was a kid, now I’m a man
But, since birth I fell in love with the most
Beautiful being on Earth
A, Woman
Bedazzle
Gestation
Love
Manifestation
A man’s world, but a woman’s nation
Let’s multiply this population
A, truthful statement, I love my Woman
Categories:
placentas, creation, life, love, woman,
Form: Free verse