A foul stray-dog stink and a head smooth and pink,
A mouth full of razor sharp fangs
A gloss headed monster? The long-missing link?
He dines upon beast-hunter gangs
Its arms double jointed, its ears they are pointed
With hair sprouting downward from there
A long snout in place on his hair covered face
Means your blood he can smell in the air
He’ll sneak with such stealth which is bad for your health
For if you don’t spot him you’re dead
A few see him coming and make their escape
When the moon reflects off of his head
I’ve seen it in zombies and sometimes in ghouls
I think there’s been vampires as well
I once wrote a novel about this mad beast
My publisher said, “It won’t sell.”
He told me, “I’m sorry, I don’t like the story,
It’s silly, I can’t applaud this…”
But what he called ‘silly’ was my pride and joy…
‘The Werewolf With Male Pattern Baldness.’
In quiet tones, I speak out loud,
Let me speak freely, without disruption,
So hear me out, before you overcrowd.
For when unbroken, I avoid corruption.
Let me speak freely, without disruption,
To weave each word with thread so fine,
Like a tapestry interlaced, line on line.
So hear me out, before you overcrowd.
Your time will come to have your say,
When I'm sure you will make me pay.
For when unbroken, I avoid corruption.
My train of thought stays right on track,
Chugging along, without your flak attack.
Evoking sullen quests of a lonesome mind
She stepped outside under the starry skies
Only to find, one more time, no one replied
It was a vibrant sky celebrating moonlight
Wanting no part of her gloomy trespass
Jolting her entrance in thunderous clouds
Being self absorbed within grim thoughts
She rewrote the vows engraved in hearts
Ignoring sensuous past that longingly recalls
Refusing feelings that once she cherished
Courting indignation of a senseless voice
Asserting obliquely, she made her choice
Unwilling to acknowledge her cries forlorn
Silence she heard was the galactic response
Rejecting her plea to renegotiate what was
May 10, 2019
HM: Strand select M contest by Brian Strand
Dear Editor of blah blah Publishing
Thanks for explaining the short comings
Too much tell and not enough show
What does that mean I'm interested to know
Feel see hear and smell
What's the best way to incorporate these pray tell
Images created visually in the readers mind
A skill I'm sure I will learn in time
The Book needs a more consistent point of view
Something I may have overlooked you see I'm new
Can the reader see the scenes that the characters inhibit
After I revise my book the sky is the limit
Thanks for the advice, it appears to come from someone who's wise
Improving my craft is what it's all about I realize
My book will be awesome, one of a kind
I'll continue writing even though I'm mostly blind
Thanks Blah blah Publishing it has been fun
Maybe you will like my next written one
Ministries common following's ford
as rambling messaging's spaced toward
linguistic parsonage accord ~
. . . a neither pace attempts the Lord!
A breech of favored in between
is not the true essayist dream,
identities foregoing ream
is but identical in its seam!
Occlusion as the outcome's scheme,
a floating chance of origin
has none, but nature's begging scene,
doubt casting's fate becomes adjourn!
That placate stifles truth's concern,
while tensions buckle with their yearn!
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