Lava stiletto lips
drips Medusa kisses
transmitting stone corpse aperitifs
she slithetrs hither on
out of night sways of
narcoleptic nuptial napkins
snake strand locks of love
conceal couquettic tenderizing
fetish fantasies of climactic
carnivorous copulations.
Leviathan legs of boa bondage
clench my every clandestine thrunch.
Gonad groundswells of deep droning
desires-immersive of Eden's ego, forgo
an all atoned, permissable persuasions,
passions primitive, albeit death defying
defamations. I thus conclude a deciduous
daunting demise driven by perennial postulates
and hormonal harassed hecticals capturing
coital consequences, feverently focused,
freely formed frailties, neatly nestled,
innately interred, individually invested
by human happenstance helpings of
hepatic herbs of mythological memories
measured in manmade miniature statuettes
cold carved into rejuvenating relics
of our own Rock of Ages intent.
Categories:
tenderizing, appreciation, history, remember, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
digesting ballet —
prime rib and bacon, waltzing
Nutcracker taters
Tchaikovsky suite crescendo
fork and knife tenderizing
12/25/2021
Categories:
tenderizing, christmas, food, music,
Form: Tanka
At least I was clothed when I arrived I think
The rest of them are not
Neanderthals or pre-Neanderthals? They communicate with grunts
Whistle, burps, farts.
I wish I was kidding.
I am serious.
I motion that I would like some of their meat.
One of them slams me on the ground.
They take turns kicking and punching me.
Am I being jumped into their gang?
Or are they tenderizing me?
I do not stay long to find out.
I sneak out that night and survive on berries and flower buds.
Until I accidentally taste the wrong mushroom.
Categories:
tenderizing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Caught here in a pandemic
state of suspended animation
we gradually move towards
comprehension of the old axiom,
between a rock and a hard place
as we hang here held between
the jaws of the vice of survival.
Indeed, times are as hard as steel
but such times can’t stand up to the
tenderizing torch of hope and faith
that has sustained us in all our testing
trials, tribulations, and oppressive pains.
Just like a stoic perpendicular tree
standing still by the storming waters,
we will not be move from our cemented
hope and faith in our God of deliverance
who never has nor never will fail us.
The Psalmist reminds us that God’s anger
endures but for an instant and that in his
love, he nourishes life; that though weeping
suffering may endure a while, joy will come.
Indeed, while we may now be shedding painful
tears, promised joy is definitely on the way.
Thus, let us no longer whine to God about
the present great storms that we now face;
rather, let us stand strong and shout out loud
to those storms, that no matter how great they
may think themselves to be, our God is greater!
Categories:
tenderizing, allegory, analogy, blessing, extended
Form: Prose Poetry
didn't you know
that in the new age America
court cases are decided
by rioters and intimidators
congressional race baiters
getting their rocks off on division and skin tone
the juror's box has turned into
a carton off quaking eggs..
the media(those harlots of hype and hate)
spreading their corporate sponsored legs
for the sake of ratings,
tenderizing the meat of facts
force feeding the nation, the fat and gristle of
irrational emotion
didn't you know that this new age America has
"woken" straight into the whirling eye of chaos-
an anti-white and new age blindness
flavor of rage
Categories:
tenderizing, america,
Form: Free verse
As the tenderizing tenderloin rub his meat.
The antibiotics circulated through his veins
ran down beneath his feet. The taste is off
but memorizing my mouth, as I swallow his
flavors I began to have doubts.
Marinating over night with different flavors,
as he leaves the fridge I lay to rest. I
overshadowed the instructions to meat the end,
I grab the brush to serenade the mood.
I rub down the kinks.
He's at his peak, as the aroma sets in; my mouth
waters as his meats slides In. The juices are
warm as I expected the timer has one second.
I climax as the time vibrates to the
end I enjoy every bite until the very end.
I tenderize that meat well that day.
Categories:
tenderizing, food, sensual,
Form: Free verse
The female calendar
The night cosmos opens the earth to moisture,
germination of the moonlight rejoice.
Tenderizing the ground to reach the underwater sight,
mist of luminous Moon light from the pull of monthly tide.
Moon phases of the great cosmic dance,
fertilization in the ovum of darkness to advance.
Circulation of blood and sap in plants,
the mother calendar naturally grants.
More difficult to observe the orbit of the Moon,
then that of the earth around the Sun.
The earth spirit as transformer by protoplasmic intention,
capable of reciprocal relation with all its creation.
It is cosmos to those who know the way,
and chaos to those who lose it by rational stray.
The female live in the lunar circle of body,
becoming and changing the order of everybody.
The secret time keeper and its flowing,
the witnessing of the body growing.
Moon, mind, calendar, menstruation, month,
Honeymoon, fortnight, fertility crunch.
When the paradox splits into dualism,
the act of natures consciousness as prism.
Categories:
tenderizing, family, growth, perspective, philosophy,
Form: Ballad
There we were -
veiled in the sheer-yet-semi-private aura of morning twilight;
where only outlines can be seen
but where everything is felt in its full strength and purity.
In a sultry bed -
overstuffed with lost time
lost love and, now, repossessed love
we embraced each other.
Years have a way of tenderizing even the toughest hearts
as fertile tears water emotions;
the beauty of what was - was still there -
ready to rupture its bubbled captivity..
but as the home star streamed in through the eastern window
the curtain came down.
Susan Ashley
April 16, 2019
~ Fifth Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier 9 (Fourteen Line Max)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
tenderizing, life, lost love, perspective,
Form: Free verse
I have my platinum muse
It is a flighty, windy memory
Of a memorable, miserable encounter
With someone that reminded me...
I have not even fooled myself
Into believing something so weak
As the crippled, dying cupid
That is love at first sight.
The woman I am marrying,
Wasn't loved at first glance
She was a shallow puddle of mud
At my eyes first introduction.
Though, as I splashed in the mud
I was swept off my feet
Back into the primal wilderness
Of a child at play.
Caila makes me truly happy
Like a young boy
Tenderizing his stomping ground
After a heavy spring rain.
When the mud dried
I knew it was the remains
Of a memory when I was a child
Of being happier than ever.
What rose from those sterile ashes
Was a woman, a beautiful woman
She has flecks of gold in her veins
Eyes that emeralds envy
She didn't come and go,
Like the coy but beautiful Emma
Emma is only comparable
To a whiff of a nostalgic scent
Caila is my golden totem
Every moment we spend
Is frozen in time
Comatose, in its prime
Caila is my one true love
When that is no longer a fact
I will have forgotten about Emma
Completely, but sweetly.
Categories:
tenderizing, lovebeautiful, beautiful,
Form: Lyric
Now, you have the right to remain hand cuffed,
With each arm on each side of the bed post,
Unable to get away from a host,
Who has already searched you in the buff.
You also have the right to take it rough,
Since this is the way that I give it most,
While jerking your body from coast to coast,
Tenderizing something that was once tough.
If you scream, it will be used against you,
As I violate you with my night stick,
Pounding your flesh, making it black and blue,
Which is a habit that I can not kick.
These are the rights that you already knew,
So, now, you have the right to take your pick.
Categories:
tenderizing, passion
Form: Italian Sonnet