"The Nephilims!; he bellowed. "The Nephillen"! He
bellowed over the drums of the and cackling
unshirted women. "The Nephilim shall walk among men"!
"To arouse the women: and make men tremble
with fear"! He than spoke in a tenorish
bellowing sound a sermon like
pitch dancing turning one
shoulder toward the ground as
he tip-toed around the lighted center.
HE said in a differed laugage"Il suono
mesculera, per
introdurre la canzone pei all improvo e
cambiato
struttttura comune
struttura comune
solista strumentale
ruttura
e interrmezzo
e testi"! The Goddess Attraeious
shall draw the need of
togetherness
to make men want.
And even ' Il Brutto" shall
spermiate! Thus spokeIl Re Pesco
around te lights
of the Pricky Branch City!
Categories:
pricky, business, celebration, character, film,
Form: Bio
Hedgehog, O hedgehog
dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet.
In England
where the tickly grass grows
greener
we galumph in our rubber boots
up to your little
Hobbit nests
beneath the thorny bushes
were you rests.
We the ever scampy
nippers
fill tin cups with wriggly worms
leave then there
by your dinky
mossy dells.
All the pricky hogs
come from near and nearer,
to snuff and gobble
by the brittle briery
and eat their wormy mush.
Our mucky paws clap
in gay and giggly glee
to see that munchy feast,
their piddly
licky
muzzles
chomping -
quite charming.
Adults say, 'we will catch a flea'
from their pin pointy pelts.
yet we shrug
our never minds, and
our don't cares,
even bring
one tiddly tyke home,
smuggling it up the stairs
to coddle
while we playtime
with some jolly good
fun....
Categories:
pricky, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Prickly but healthy
A sticky situation
Healing from dry land
Pricking nerve cells and sugar
Nopales sticking around
Categories:
pricky, blessing, earth, fruit, health,
Form: Tanka
They knew He was coming to judge
a Roman, a Jew, an atheist, and a Muslim
and pay for their sins by carrying the cross
to Calvary on His bleeding shoulders;
they didn't understand the purpose
of His mission and continued to spit on Him
and mock Him while women wiped off his bloody face...
was Christ ever in a vengeful rage?
He'll reward the meek and the pure in heart,
punish the wicked who resist
and don't surrender to Christ;
they refused to acknowledge how might He was
and He continued to take insults and blows...
being silent and dragging the heavy cross!
They knew He was coming to judge
a Roman, a Jew, a Muslim, and an atheist
or whoever was worshiping a false god.
He could have avoided death by calling upon
the angels, but He chose to be scourged
as prophesized, to do God's will instead;
and bearing atrocious pain He turned
to his mother and declared Her dying son
bending His head and wearing a crown
made of pricky thorns never showing a grudge,
and those painful thorns made Him bleed 'till he died!
Categories:
pricky, courage, death, endurance, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
Am I a flower or thorn?!
A thorn or flower..?!
Umm...
I am a thorn.
Nope.
Wait.
I am surely a flower.
Blossoming as a delicate flower.
I survive cleverly,
amidst pricky thorns.
Yearning for sunshine everyday
I preserve my petals:
keep them alive through drops of my
overflowing tears by smacking their fears.
I invoke cheer among lovers as they can pick me to express their love.
I calm the hunger pangs of bees and butterflies.
I am used for the decorations
at house,
weddings,
party halls & so on.
I am strapped together with a thread,
formed into garland for impressing god.
I am used as an essence for cooking too.
Oh my,
I shower light on everyone around me.
That is Me.
A simple flower~
down to earth.
8-7-2020
Note:The flower,The thorn or both ..poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cook
Categories:
pricky, fantasy, feelings, flower, imagination,
Form: Personification
Agreeable Dawn for a
In though a blade
No other goal .... "Go just bounce around"
Every clump made me haggle with fate
Twinkle in my lips at the end of walk
My magnifiers fall on the bumblebee on Hawkweed
Which throw me to notion of stubborn ethnic group
In COVID war alike poison of weed unnoticed by bee
Like a halfwit mad ,took the pretty from plant
Felt a pricky near my collar
Just gave a Pat and back to force
Clock had done it's work many times
Just a blink to me
Felt something hitchy
Heard the
Every lively throb broke a hailstrome in my skull
Felt hacksaw in my abdomen
Index of my heart gone blanch
Weaping from my throat surrounded the virus
No more blaze just pain
My magnifiers turned to the quarantine bed
Striked a mirth in my lips
Bled raised on my neck
Blaze in eyes ,no more
Just a halter of bumble bee
My defense mechanism showed over perfection
Inoculation of fright flight dominator
CAN MAKE ME ALRIGHT
Categories:
pricky, destiny, fear, horror, imagination,
Form: Free verse
If only I was the baby
on your laps
On those sharp pricky nipples
I would all day suck.
If only I was the angel
Hidden in your heart,
I would cherish to dabble
On the crest of your love.
If only I was the zealous swan
Flying on your vast sky,
I would let out to you all
The beauty of this hidden feeling.
If only I could be the sun
That hangs whole day on your sky
I would softly revere and sweetly caress
Brown skin on your back as you bathe.
If I could be the cold rain water
I would still hug and caress you
Under the cover of your tight dress
As down the curves of your body I glide.
If only I could be all that to you
It would all be sweetly so true
This,but only if.........
Categories:
pricky, analogy, beach, beautiful,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
The brown piece of copper rang through the air.
Everything went peacefully quiet.
All emotions were frozen
Even the motion of the little lethal piece of metal
A pin could be heard and the horror was visible on my face
A thousand and one thoughts of a thoughtless lifetime skated across my mind
All the lies of realities that were just but clusters of impurities
I could feel
I could feel cold frightened gushes of adrenaline pumping through my veins
I could feel
I could feel little droplets of fear wetting my pants with pains
I could feel
I could feel panicky teardrops running away from my eyes like a hundred rains
The little pricky life-ending emotionless piece of metal drone through the air in slow motion
Time stood still and no one seemed to move
I saw a feeling laden tear frozen on a woman’s face
Her mouth rounded for a scream but not a sound I could hear
The silence was so paining
Stinging my eardrums against the drumming workshop that was my brain, my pain
The revolver was still pointed at me
the barrel still smoking
Calm whiskers of smoke sailing through frozen space
As if mocking my soon to be sailing soul
Then everything went black.
Categories:
pricky, conflict, death, horror, how
Form: Lyric
confronts in the wee day,
street urchins stole my green paper,
spent the night in the pricky hay,
seeping dew on the near tree-pepper.
broken pieces of a poor heart,
swollen feet tasted enough miles,
and when the day is yet to break apart,
you distort all that make me smile.
a bet, bet for the best,
i gambled, only to gain the grave,
used all the power for all the rest,
and now am left with no coin to save.
Categories:
pricky, mystery,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
.....................pricky
.........................Chucky
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written for Donna's contest
Categories:
pricky, holiday
Form: Light Verse