I dreamed once a future
with Mary and her long claws
suspended from a dragon body
captive and held by force field
hidden beneath a big cowled robe
saddened by a stainless steel trough
and a baby tended by robots.
Joesph busily scanned nametags
from angels misting purifiers.
The drummer boy stood by self-playing
digital drum and keyboard
while field hands guided home cattle
with drones directed by a joystick.
The tri-satellite video capture
appeared simultaneously
on all earthling implants
and all tipped with a click and smile
but when the three kings zoomed in
from Mars on hovercraft,
everyone reposted. Alas,
it was all an eggnog induced
hallucination cured by my analyst
mind wipe. Merry Christmas Techies.
11/24/2018
Categories:
purifiers, angel, christmas, dream, mental
Form: Free verse
So slick, so brown, baked and bright
colour and flesh, bordered by voluptuous curves.
You’ve made praises of you beyond a man-made stuff;
on you alone, craft, art and sexuality, together mold.
Your every action, movement and word
are sprinkled with little erotic flakes.
The provokers of nature-bending desires
cling unto your waist like colourful beads.
Chocolate steams coming out of your inner refuge
give sweetness like pieces of sugarcane in coconut water.
Converting every attention towards you
to the longing of a voracious chew.
Heightened temperatures and senses make any soul cough
when seeing your bare carrying soft elements so bold.
Sight of you is honey for passions so tough,
they consume, exaggerate breath sounds and never grow old.
Sketches of you even from amateurs are never rough
and the layers beneath your skin are the purifiers of Gold.
Matured and serious young adults have faith in love
but to your passionate affection, I’m a complete extremist.
Categories:
purifiers, emotions, feelings, i love
Form: Romanticism
Host
Priest and monk eat biscuits quietly
In the garden, delighted
Sunlight on tombstones pray
The dead don’t mind
Shaded by the stone cold church
In the past, whips lashed out perfect pain
Rained down salvation and enemy torture
Repent by fire, inspired by the style of the day
Water too was utilized to clear minds for rapture
Submerged souls sank from the atrocious boredom
Lead them not into temptation
Lost in translation of the word
Baptism is not a poison or a code
Once upon a time there was a host
Bread of life nourishes the church
Inside, behind stain glass windows, services begin
Solid walls hide solitude, pure silence in icy gray
Occasional wafer, dry bread, feeds congregants
Placed reverently on the religious minded tongues
By the purifiers, sterile, the men in long black robes
Categories:
purifiers, age, birth, celebration, education,
Form: Quintain (English)