The con man wears a greasy, porcelain grin
trumpets like a swan but the soul of a raven.
From paper mâché pulpit. he'll surely sling
thrice tainted blood drops passed off as gems.
His compliments are marbled with plastic
spray painted over in fool's gold
from your bones he whittles drumsticks
his words are Luke-warm but the heart rattles cold.
Simply, he's flaccid and just fancies attention
a little imp tugging at the locks of his fantasy.
Wait long enough and the porcelain cracks
leaking out a blackness and horrible stench.
When exposed he'll suddenly slink away
but rest assured this vampish chameleon
will re-emerge and sniff out a fresh vein.
Categories:
vampish, men, pollution, remember, rude,
Form: Rhyme
In a vampish way, the moon erupts from the sea
pirouetting across white cap and trough valley
through an impassioned performance of love set free
in a vampish way.
A persistent tease, she sets her mind to dally
with Eros’ desirous heart as her victory,
only to break it with her vigorous sally.
Darkened midnight skies find her in malicious glee
as she counts coup for a final mental tally
and she continues en l’air on her odyssey
in a vampish way.
Categories:
vampish, environment, god, moon, night,
Form: Roundel
After being bitten by a ravishingly hot Alien,
My body’s now host to her aphrodisiac Blood,
This tale is Cautionary to lustrous Vampires,
For indeed will not do your manhood any good,
I’ve become a guy of debauchery and Trickery,
A specialist in female vampish Abduction,
Just one drop of my venom, their Paralysed,
And Halloween is perfect for toxic seduction,
Unaware when I kiss them I’m actually Feasting,
But Diabolical side effects, take a pointed toll,
When finished must get home before sunrise,
Damn coffin lid won’t close, needs a glory hole.
Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
10/21/2020
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
10 word challenge in order
stated below,
No placement N/A
alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed ,Halloween, feasting, diabolical
Categories:
vampish, allusion,
Form: Rhyme
Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten volumes undisturbed
half-centuries by archivists, unscanned.
I read their fading numbers, frowned, perturbed—
why should such tattered artistry be banned?
I heard the sleigh bells’ jingles, vampish ads,
the supermodels’ babble, Seuss’s books
extolled in major movies, blurbs for abs ...
A few poor thinnish journals crammed in nooks
are all I’ve found this late to sell to those
who’d classify free verse "expensive prose."
Originally published by The Chariton Review
Categories:
vampish, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
*(A lyric on the sweet seductions of a lovely, vampish nymph and man-eater named Lolita.).
With a body so fine and rare
like a lover who comes afresh
with a glow that's both sleek and fair;
and lovely in her fine, smooth flesh;
she sways me so with not a care
as we slowly combine and mesh.
With expert skill that's hard to find
and deft and not so innocent
(and with her hands and unchaste mind),
she unzips my rising discontent.
She pleasures me: I nigh go blind
(as her deftness makes me potent).
With focus and seductive powers
she peers into my fettered soul
and frees me from my iron trousers
which crush my sex and spirit whole.
And in minutes, not even hours,
I'm under her swift, sweet control!
Categories:
vampish, desire, evil, love, lust,
Form: Lyric
The Real McCoy
Androids Humanoid- Robotic Robots
Feel them- touch them- real life fembots
Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic
Interacting in all moods they are set to please
Sub servant or vampish programmed to tease
Favoured by lust as love turns into dust
A bodacious bust that someday will rust
Providing human like- company for men
Discard them-Leave them- again and again
Love in a box the new carnal cosmetic clocks
She shakes and she rocks and even dirty talks
Hearts made of steel- don’t get broken
Yours for the picking- Destiny has spoken
She strikes a pose as you take off her clothes
No need for a rose as you undress and expose
Alas for us ladies the future is bleak
Emotions are replaced- no more to speak
A disheartened Delilah a gratifying Lady Godiva
Unleashing a metal messiah a pandemic pariah.
Aug.24.2017
Collab with a dear friend from down under...(((Maria Williams)))
Thank you, Maria, for your exchange of words and poetic dance...it was great fun to collab with you...let's do it again soon...
Categories:
vampish, desire, future, lust,
Form: Couplet