I thought a polar bear was the size of a grizzly or brown bear
Yesterday at a museum I was surprised to see a stuffed one there
He was enormous, his teeth had me quaking at my knees
Mouth opened wide, I was intimidated, glad he could not be freed
He is a Goliath, bigger than any colossus t-rex I could imagine I am sure
His fur was not amazingly white, more yellowish, kind of unpure
I was sorry he was a statue now, for I bet he was something in his day.
This does not mean I would stay to play if I saw him coming my way.
Holy, is the man to the flame
Calmed in its presence of evil
His passion fuels it brighter.
The man lights up in flames
To muster the chaos away.
The man self-immolates
His own cause for his own end.
He controls the flame to her end.
If she fought for passion
He tied her hands.
If she healed the sick
He called the village to spew shame.
If she was made unpure
Throw the fuel at her feet.
If she dare to speak
Spark the flame.
If she even have a brain
Watch her burn up in flames.
Her soul is made to burn
For the security of a man's soul.
Lasagna, linguine, spaghetti, ravioli, macaroni too
Is there any pappardelle for me and for you?
Here is marinara sauce lavished on angel hair
Sure try to take a bite of my pasta if you dare.
Shrimp scampi, chicken, blackened salmon. Why not?
Bucatini, vermicelli and fettuccine hit the sweet spot
Chunky meat sauce with hamburger a plenty.
I would add more cheese, but there simply isn’t any.
That is not fettuccine you fake connoisseur,
It is obviously tagliatelle. Your pedigree unpure.
Campanelle noodles with her sweet ruffled edges
Rivals cavatappi which gives cheese rather soft ledges
Spiral shaped fusilli has groves and crevices galore.
Radiatori noodles? I love this the best out of my top four.
Elbow macaroni for the kids maybe. They think it’s fine.
But make a fancier dish if you don’t expect me to whine.
Butterfly like farfalle makes me smile and laugh.
Gemelli is too twisty; it deserves a lot of gibble and gaff.
Penne noodles are my least favorite. I do not like them at all.
I could only eat them six or seven days a week winter and fall.
Imaginations
Suffocating sanity
Thoughts of you
Being too long
Without you
Wondering
What ifs
With the heavy hidden words
That never reach you
Being afraid
Embarassment and self blame
Asking for trouble
Though it is love
Cautious consideration
Like status, age , colour
Eventhough it should not matter
But cannot help
As these doubts will always find a way
Back in my head
My situation
Never good
Long way to go
To recovery
So painful
Not wanting anyone
Too close to feel it
Though I want to love you
I just can't
My body
Hurt and broken
Unable to hold you
Cold heart of mine
Frostbite on your soul
Breaking you down
Bittersweet lips
Taste of thorns
Dripping unpure blood
Untasteful after
I am cold
Let me go
You are safe away from me
I love you
Always hoping things better for you
Though I am no longer
By your side...
© Sue Sanzz 2020
Angel?
Demon?
Faerie?
Witch?
Random labels
None apply.
We are all changelings
Pure and simple
Or complicated and unpure
Depending upon the mood, the moment, and our momentous events.
Divorce, death, cancer, car wrecks, they all take a toll on us.
Changing us completely in one second.
Giving us a perspective we never had before.
Showing us that our opinions are not the same now.
Sometimes switching to the opposite side in one second.
When we become the needy, we stop bad-mouthing the freeloaders.
When we realize how close we are to homeless, we maybe develop a little more empathy for them.
There are life-changing events happening every day.
We may go into some of them kicking and screaming,
But we still
Go into them
Changelings that we are.
Angel? Demon? Faerie? Crone? We’d best leave labels well and good alone.
Last flickers of a dying flame still burn
I strain to see every bitter remembrance
lain before my feet
pain stained mendacious propaganda
blackened and singed upon my soul
words have risen and taken toll
right or not, secrets have been sold
out of mind into the hands of masses
such asses, cutting out the tongues of old
forcible suppression unfurled
into self-made sterilization
white sheets billowing in the wind
masking an unpure infantile soiling of intellect
sociopathic manipulation
senseless stripping down of the senses
we're utterly defenseless
gather round as smoke heaves
and smothers imperious will and wit
free thinking dies as another chapter
cries out and is carried
to an unmarked grave
"I look around me,
Covered in blood and pus I am.
Dead bodies lie flat on their faces,
of people all from different races.
My heart beats frantically in my chest,
As I walk through the depths of Hell; unpure and unblessed.
Darkness surrounds me like a cold, freezing blanket,
any living soul will be thankless.
I know now my position in this forsaken land,
I'm drowning in misery as fast as a quicksand."
Land of the free, home of the brave
but on the brink our freedom sways
What can we do
Make sure she stays!
Let's stop and think
that flag we raise.
Machiavellian regime's-Coordinate
An Orwellian theme
A prophetic haze
cyberspace and blackout craze
Death by drone, Killer clones
IPhones herded them to zones
A Sodomized Pompeii
Normalitized unpure
Lord show the way
So much still so unsure
In these last days
I kneel before the altar
Christ bowing an unpure spirit
to receive your blessing
In a sign of the cross
I salute you bread of life
Drinking from the blood of your Holy Love
Within Faith a mere shadow in prayer
A small seed Immortal one
from the vine of your existence
I see your throne of Divine council
speaks with liberty peace finds home
Baptised a child from Eden
Cleansed to see your most Holy Spirit
Hail most Gracious king commander of the living
waters this soul beholding Amazing Grace
Onto you Oh Lord I am disobedient at times
In causing Your suffering and pain sorry master
a person feels unworthy and guilty of sins
Yet I believe in your goodness Gracious One
Immaculate heart soul forgiving
I would wash your feet with my teardrops
Life is a ***** dats rite , make the ***** less bite , its us who lacks pride , Its us who drives ,remember bitches dun ride , so d pride can reduce d bites , and see who rides , Life can be in a light , every future ain't bright , Middle finger for the ***** which is life !!! I am makin it ride , ma way which's rite ...
loser die and are afraid of life but m d life which ain't lose
unbitten is the unreality which some in life just choose
but in this life i have learned how d emotions cutloose
dey call me the pshyiat cat which the blew
m still restin in peace of me not being d best fooled ....
dats how d life existed and came to me sayin u are so confused ...
he death accepts the bitten in you
real souls are alive unconfusing you
so accept the scent of the proven in you
the track come back if so blooming is you !!!
and accept more facts coz u dun ignore
I ignored the punks , plagiarists n unpure !!!
a key to realilty bro .. take care
Every task has a game
Every game, a strategy
Every strategy has a reason
Poised so gracefully with devilish intent
Death by love
Death by hate
Death by a stranger
Death by a familiar face
An intention is all he needs
To reveal his dangerous stead
A simple act of sweet revenge
Or a show of uncanny chivalry
A game in the end it was
A plan to dissolve the unpure
A reason to prove treason
A death that was needed to complete this unjust season
Self-defense she screams
My petite lady
But the devil’s scorn
She breathes so cloaked, yet so freely
Victory, alas! Innocence she pleads.
Her immaculate halo radiates an eerie glow
For her task completed she rests, content
Until her next victim she claims
Her bloody thirst to quench
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
There is.
there is a quiet admiration not for art
not for composure, nor valor or beauty or cause.
There is.
there is a calm envy for all things shiny
for all that costs and that spins, that
flashes, whistles and tastes;
that appears and disappears within 20
seconds
that demands your attention in a purely
unpure way, portrayed and paraded all day,
just for your quiet admiration.
Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets
suburbs undaunted
available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses
soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to
hereafter
Is it that we are blind?
Cloistered, locked from our mind?
Is it the shadow of our light
That threw away the left of right?
Is it the gold of many?
The lust of the unpure?
Who forgot we were free?
Blame this sugar-coated lure
Gray and brown and never red
This is where humanity's led
Is it unavoidable, denied from escape?
Is there a gate, a virgin landscape?
We are not blind, there is a sight
A concealed source of colored light
Under the layers of steel and gore
Quest for Immunity, lament of the core
What were you thinking,
that night
Do you not remember,
have no sight
Of kindness
youth,
sensitivities
dark rooms where you became of me
To joke of things,
under sheets
As if the years,
void, complete
wrapped up in,
a iron shield
have you no heart to yield
For other men,
they’re atmosphere
You thought,
I’d laugh, or would I fear
Equate
Size
Width
Strength
Was that the proof of years? …You think?
To finally come to flesh,
the end
of insecure
defense of sin
I thought of what you said that night
No shame,
in your
passage right
then Adam took fruit from tree
unpure
he felt alive
and free
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