Reptilian Poems - Poems about Reptilian

plasma barrier force field pressed against yielding bubble slipping through where have I been precious energy spent with no return foolishly so many verses wasted treasure hunting down helpless vapid creatures left inviolate monster medicine not cold heart beating icy breath swelling preening scales ticking claws filing sharp words swishing long slithery tail pheromones of worthy prey lurking invisibly close deep rattling sigh reptilian razor head slashes fro coordinates locked Kodachrome melting vision dissolving not his homeless heart matriculating from detachment to isolation deep dark hole retreat and sleep forget the day expand horizons smash boundaries find fuel...

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Bias has for animals better named Beasts: Creatures that could us shake in strong seats They are the ones Satan ably schemes their use In battles real rather than a ruse… And he had been chiefly The Selective, Their offices never The Elective; A good distance keeps from one this hour And the next is back for just its...

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Timeless and haunting Recurring nightmares Trauma resurfacing Over and over again Reasoning through images Ongoing healing Resisting auto pilot Inventing resolutions And re-inventing Rinse and repeat New scenarios New outcomes Letting go of trauma Releasing Reprogramming Rinse and repeat AP: 3rd place 2022 Posted on August 26, 2021...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene" The Reptilians war daily enrobed in their stiff distinction suits rainbow coloured badges pinned to their lapels they beat their breasts and oily palms profiting from all the soft-boiled foxes on the run cerebral cortex bound thinking they are free-willed and free in the fields they are not they are captured by the crocodilians daily the power hungry trample other frontiers with their slick black...

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in her vertical mouth her tongue stood out glowing in the dark gaping staying open taking me closer to pleasing me pleasing her the lights were off her breathing soft as well as her skin still leading me in with my hunger the gloworm dripping in a warm oraface where finally i find my tongue touching her's as the jaws shut fast i'm caught she's a snapping turtle...

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i do i sleep nude shedding my snake skin clothes every night so that i might wake to become someone new knowing what i knew added to everyday always to learn at least if not more then one thing that carries me to the next and as i scribble down and progress upsetting the ground of knowledgeabillity with unending possabilaties my changing pigments of this and isn't as my eyes separately in sockets turn independently taking all in while waking today a dermatological version of a crazy quilt chameleon...

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It wriggled neath the thick dark mud A small tadpole not yet a stud Arms and legs not quite formed Eyes still blind head deformed Covered with a coat of slime To keep him warm and alive No more time to eat or drink Sleepy eyes droop and wink Three months of dreams under mud Soon to awake a reptilian stud With full...

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