i don't cower to death, he had me in his grasp
faltering through the sudor of illness
my heart beating slower than time's hands
like a worthless clock on the wall needing replaced
ashen flesh bore his mark, a kiss against my blueish lips
somehow missing his quarry, while i awaited my wings
he still abides in the dumping ground of memories
with promises broken, love unspoken, and heartless liars
in a dashboard of broken dreams long abandoned
that stalk my existence, awaiting to be restored
to recommence through the pathways of my mind
as more than just unused rusted out frames of thoughts
that only resurface in the outburst of downcast eyes
when the shadows of sorrow grapple my emotions
as he purloins another from existence before me
I don't cower to death, he had me in his grasp
the attrition of time has left me emotionless
unscathed by his touch yet numb beneath his kiss
through past's rear-views as i unwillingly await my wings
October 4, 2019
My Favorite Junkyard poetry contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Categories:
purloins, death, emotions,
Form: Free verse
The rose is full the emblem
of the thief, skull and crossbones
the compositor of grief;
love purloins the heart,
envy steals the soul
and darkness shrouds the day.
Life is hard and comedy is tough,
euphoria is hard to take;
to break the bond of sorrow
means an exercise of might,
once overcome a sweet caress
will bless your days and nights.
Categories:
purloins, sorrow,
Form: Verse
Selina was orphaned at a young age.
She experienced the bitter taste of life,
growing up the hard way. She thrives on crime,
relying on agility and stealth.
Disguised in a creative feline suit,
like Sherwood’s famous hero Robin Hood
she robs from the wealthy and those corrupt,
sharing her high-stake booty with the poor.
She is a mix of daring, good and bad
earning the approval of the Dark Knight.
But, love-struck Batman hovers not far off
keeping a watchful eye on all she does.
A femme fatale with striking sex appeal;
charismatic kitty purloins our heart.
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Date ~ 15th May, 2015
Contest: Comic Book Characters
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placed: 2nd
Categories:
purloins, character, sexy, woman,
Form: Verse
You feel your body falling in blackness.
You snatch your shoulder to the right.
The nausea stops.
The bottomless pit is hell.
Do not enter the midnight.
Up in the window, stands a coyote.
His teeth are bared in detestation.
He howls his satanic verses.
Abomination is his curse.
Do not confront this animal.
Life fades.
Humankind is mentally dead.
They have goaded the animals with the splicing of human brain.
A dog walks with the persona of man.
Do not speak to him.
In the hollow of a tree with leaves as a covering, lies a wolf.
Her teeth are gleaming as she slyly looks.
She stands and yowls her satanic verses.
Atrocity is her hatred.
Do not attack.
Run as fast as you can.
Satan is on a journey to win.
Shout for the Holy Spirit to enter.
Abhor venerating the regards of our creator.
Do this to be save.
Satanic verses you hear in the howls and yowls of the pacts.
They speak in tongue about your nicks and knacks.
Purloins humankind has become by affronting the world the omnipotent formed.
The great divided is no more.
Satanic verses are the faunas’ voices.
Beware the midnight!
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Penned on May 27, 2014!|
Categories:
purloins, america, anger, angst, animal,
Form: Dramatic Verse
The rose is full the emblem
of the thief, skull and crossbones
the compositor of grief;
love purloins the heart,
envy steals the soul
and darkness shrouds the day.
Life is hard and tragedy is tough,
downheartedness is hard to take;
to break the bond of sorrow
means an effort of the will,
once overcome the sun's caress
will bless your window sill!
Categories:
purloins, inspirational
Form: Verse
The rose is full the emblem
of the thief, skull and crossbones
the compositor of grief;
love purloins the heart,
envy steals the soul
and darkness shrouds the day.
Life is hard and comedy is tough,
euphoria is hard to take;
to break the bond of sorrow
means an effort of the will,
once overcome the sun's caress
will bless your window sill.
Categories:
purloins, introspection
Form: Verse
The rose is full the emblem
of the thief, skull and crossbones
the compositor of grief;
love purloins the heart,
envy steals the soul
and darkness shrouds the day.
Life is hard and comedy is tough,
euphoria is hard to take;
to break the bond of sorrow
means an effort of the will,
once overcome the sun's caress
will bless your window sill.
Categories:
purloins, inspirational,
Form: Verse