Hush, sand-lung devoured
Dark doorlight on these growing bones.
Her rotten soils flowered
In the firetaps of a hundred homes.
Scratching leaves of Hades
A mother wake as she sleeps
Bang of calling winter breeze
And skull, wailing, weeps.
Yet the care of sweet Persephone
Livens petal into bud.
Forgetful are flowers loved
That she forsake the plea.
In grander form the woundglow throbs
Sealed, golden napalm's artistry.
Yet wonder who we call our gods
The sweetmeat of Gaza street.
But there's the guilty purchased hearse!
Children lost to country lines
The Child lost to moving time
Steeped this blackened curse.
In sickness dawn is sour,
Life's sweetest leaving hour.
Skin's unravelling, another's observe,
Yet the clock heavy strikes the nerve.
To whom now do I serve?
Just one last kiss, my little stotty-cake!
You are my cate, my sweetmeat, dainty dish.
Be happy, hinnie, for your "Old Man"'s sake.
You've made me happier than I could have wished.
My sugar dumpling, custard, treacle tart!
Let's part with smiles, and try to hide the ache.
It couldn't last - we knew that from the start.
For us, there'll be no happy ever after.
Go off, embrace your future. Love and thrive.
This thing, this fling, was just a young girl's dream.
It was a pudding "de nouvelle cuisine"
- that's short and sweet - but how we raised the rafters!
Remember me. And, (if I'm still alive!)
I'll often think of you with love. And laughter.
sometimes lovers meet
kiss and share a bite to eat
one desires sweetmeat
not dessert an extra treat
to savour another’s teat
Setting the traps to kill men,
The only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!
The stain of blood is on their hands
And burning fire into their eyes;
The drink for their thirst is human blood;
Their hearts are harder than stones;
Still the only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!
Like asses, men listen to them
And weave in their dreams
The baya weavers’ nests of peace and equality;
They can’t foresee the angel of death
And the slaughter-house in front of them.
When they come to know, they can’t escape
And become the dumb corpses;
Surrounding them, there is heard the long sighs
Of civilization.
The fake humanists have set traps
In every sphere of life.
Always they get crazy for murder;
But they call men with a tone
Sweeter than sweetmeat
And the only word they utter—
Humanity! Humanity!
Walking down the quaint city street entering the sweetshop,
Oh yes! Hershey’s Almond Milk Chocolate tasty flavor
Sweetheart chooses sweet licorice and hot fudge brownie delight,
Sweetie pie and I flavor sweetmeat crystallized fruit.
Sweet tooth such a happy mouth vibrato to have;
Healthy sweet corn with sweet pepper and sweet-and-sour
Rest in front of my Dear Heart and I with a sweet pea,
Sweet cherry edible fruit on ice cream dessert, oh yum!
Sweet sultan annual herb varicolored flower in garden
Touches sweet acacia shrub fragrant flowers for perfumery,
Enjoying sweet basil on my sweet potato pie with my Sugar Love
Sweet nothings sound to wife trompe l’oeil painted photographic reality.
Sweet cicely herb white flowers brighten garden sipping
Sweet cider with cinnamon and raspberry shortbread warm
Soul with endearments, together speaking love honestly husband
Wife meshed together in all things sharing sweet clover; blessed.
Sweet, sweet, can't be beat
What a treat, love to eat
Veggie meat, cookie sheet
Oats and wheat down the street.
Take a seat off your feet
Here to greet friends from Crete
Cuban Pete in the sleet
Areet pleat, neat, petite.
The elite ocean fleet
No defeat, no retreat
Never cheat, just compete
I entreat my parakeet.
I have been awake for awhile,
Trying to obey my insomniac instinct.
Sleepy eyes marching with thunder;
Till my thoughts perish,
I have to hark and wander.
So stay tuned dear sleep,
As insomnia ain't a sweetmeat.
"life is like a maypole", I heard him say through the cell bars
I knew his voice, unmistakeable, rasping (like a corncrake)
in a midnight field
now I had entered his world, his maelstrom, his sweetmeat-coated
world of pain, now I the sport, (a gladiator) no less
my bruised hands and swollen eyes, grown from their sockets
with heat of the Roman sun
waited their turn to step in to glory (or oblivion) wanting not wife,
nor hearth nor fearless hand
(the door opened) Alchimedes stood with trident in hand
multi-coloured like a sorcerer's wand:
"take your place at the arena door", he croaked
I took my sword put on my armour and stood ready at the side,
while the gods were drenched with worship from the dancing band
twirling,twirling garlanded ribbons round and round, dancers in the sand
I watched the monkey
climb aboard,
and sink his claws
into the small of your back
after all,
its where the sweetmeat is
you stood there
not batting an eye
while he devoured
and chewed on your psyche
ripping at ligaments
you twitched,
just a mite
and went white
refrain from turning back
refrain from self flagellation
throwing that hairy parasite
off your back
wings will spread again
and paint the doors to heaven
with a Mona Lisa smile
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