Demons go around the world all night,
They do their deals with humans from far away,
This is why demons aren't scary,
It's the things at daytime that are.
A spindling spider falls down from the sky,
On it's web of mesmerising blood-stained knives,
Everyone is scared, phobias acting up,
'why go down?' it says
'when hell is both down and up!'
It grabs a victim,
They scream and shout,
The darkened knives twisting around,
Stabs into their back,
Their brain and heart,
Lifted to the sky, on one of those knives.
'Humanity is broken! None are good!
There are spaces on my web,
For all my food!'
It laughs and grabs all in it's path
Death and murder taken to heart,
But then one is immune,
Glowing bright gold,
'What are you? Move you fool!'
They chuckle and laugh and grab the spider,
"I'm happy." they state, "motivation fuels the fire"
They banish the spider, back up to hell,
The web disappears, a desolate well.
Survivors come out from their places of fear,
Stare at the person, ask him how he did what he did,
"Just tell the thoughts, there is nothing to fear."
Categories:
spindling, deep, depression, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Bones of love that were ground
Spinning between worlds
Only seeing through memory
Locked into seriousness by a perception
Playful spirit awaiting realms to explore
Whimsical freedom can be found and made
A spirit a fae a beautiful shape
How would a jester do in a courtroom
A bee in an assembly line
Doing as they wish
Aligning or finding alignment
Spindling chalice
A crystal tree spanning
A nymph peering, tapping, murmuring
Scattered fruits
Can change to peaches or apples
Rest is not death, but stillness cripples playful joy
Amen
Categories:
spindling, car,
Form: Free verse
While we are old and spindling;
Trump did become a ding a ling
He set the pace,
For a basket case
Thinks of all is master and king.
Jim Horn
Categories:
spindling, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Cinema Complexity,
I flex with Two Queens,
A box office specialty,
Especially with a sex scene,
English movers,
Movie goers,
Apocalyptic Mind Reading Flame Throwers,
Alien best friends,
Sarcastic gentlemen,
Leave your scent in the shower,
Walk out clean and empowered,
With a sunny disposition,
And a summer glower,
Truncated wires,
Flash bang blinders,
Rub and Tug with your service provider,
That sluggish lingering of credit defilers,
That euphoric tingling,
Blazing hot circuits spindling,
Touch gloves,
Touch hearts,
Touchy subjects,
Pointing out mistakes,
And clarifying sub-text.
Categories:
spindling, film, language, old, society,
Form: Free verse
What gallant form from vaunted perch doth alight
Leaving tailwind that unassuming gawkers affright
Whose tawny shadow the sun's rays doth blight;
Swarthy silhouette shading glint so erudite
Whose tan-welted oars the azure seas doth smite;
With swift strokes the ethereal waves doth unrequite
Whose beige shield occludes satin rampart's line of sight;
O'er satin folds his opaque image doth highlight
What spindling machine doth wind's billowy currents spite,
With each sweeping motion a cylinder doth ignite
What grainy visage doth earth's footstool beknight,
With majestic crown his diminutive subjects delight
What predator drone spreads its cerebral kite;
Soaring fowl, creeping ermine safe sanctuary to slight
Whose steely eyes sky's tenants doth frivolously indict;
His insatiable, rapacious appetite to expedite
Categories:
spindling, angst, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Christmas for stolid, hermetic recluse
Recidivistic mind all sentimentality doth refuse
Token, lifeless symbols; pageantry will recuse
Pawned, second-hand trinkets now in disuse
Barnacled to limbs drooping to spindling angles obtuse
Garnishments that jilting time accrues
Hung sloppily, stunted timber's temporal dues
Strings of patchwork lights will fuse
Faded colored-cones baring every bruise
Creased garlands as tawny ropes the girth noose
Strands of tarnished ice sickles futility to infuse
Stale candy canes, last year's refuse
Dangling from needles now frayed, loose
A corrugated tin star the pinnacle to abuse
Under the tree, ribbonless, empty boxes complete the ruse
Categories:
spindling, holiday
Form: Rhyme
Refined dame with polished frame
Strewing rose petals from lofty pedestal
Sparkling eyes from which stardust flies
Bright smile spindling on embroidered dial
Pallid face shrouded with humble grace
High cheek bones with sculptor's chisel honed
Coiffed strands of hair so De Rigueur
Elegant neck sharing femininity with regal dignity
Voluptuous bosom with silky folds rolled
Roon paps flowing with sweet, sugary saps
Frothy balloon hovering over silted cocoon
Swiveled hips whose billowy curves in rhythm swerve
Heart-shaped hands from which dexterous tendrils
expand
Long, shapely legs with slithering grooves bathed in silky
lube
Dainty feet whose comely features do entreat
Categories:
spindling, passion
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
A spindling sun stream on bough's cloak spun
Melange of orange, yellow, red on foliage doth billow
Decadent Umbrella wields fluorescent shield o'er barren
fields
Glinted blades colorful shades heighten
Bright-cherry, Oak leaf gloss doth floss
Purple haze of each Sweet Gum lobe doth tase
Yellow fringes on White Oak fingers waxes with gilding
syringe
Orange Marmalade, Maple stars varnished with tinseling
spade
Blue Beech crusted folds dusted with a brackish rust
Categories:
spindling, seasons
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
All night the rain
Spindling the soil
Left his sweat
On sheets of trees
And pillows of roofs
And when the sun
Running across river
There were children
Like grass
Green and fresh
And ready to cheer.
I could not
The house sprung a leak
And the sun
Told me I could sleep.
I was too tired
To protest or weep
My memory was soggy
From splashing bright
Drops of pain
Across the hungry mouth
Of wounded time.
Categories:
spindling, nature
Form: Free verse