Under Soft Moonlit Skies, Lonely Howls Heard
Within wolfen heart, her hellish hunger arose,
ultimate power to destroy as yet unknown-
she lit her candle and caressed a red rose
crying in the light, far away her dreams had blown,
yet mercy and future shed a torrent of tears-
as streams formed, away melted life's darkest fears.
Watching as golden moon, its beauty displayed,
shadow winds sent mesmerizing whispers of love-
anticipation gnawed, love's kiss been delayed
for a jealous God, had cursed her from above,
looking skyward she in despair showed her fangs
as her sanity, by a single thread thus hangs.
Silence came, its music her racing heart then felt
as the new trees danced and sleeping rocks awoke-
he appeared to gift a kiss and her grave doubts melt
in that infinite ecstasy neither one spoke,
then she of wolfen heart and he of wolfen blood-
were washed away in Nature's romantic flood.
Robert J. Lindley, original Oct. 24 1982,
edited, and link -8-09-2020
Rhyme, ( In these veins flow Native American blood )
*****
Categories:
wolfen, art, native american, race,
Form: Rhyme
it is tonight
an ambling gale most serious
chewing through orchard husk
to focus the locusts shrieking
themselves lost but by their own
skittish clamor
and crepuscular chorus
hollow for the streaming stars
now see the girl emerge
who is all of fourteen years
blonde and blue
with red ribbons tied
from the heart of the wood
rich with thickened entanglements
of moss and wolfen things
and her wicker woven basket
spilling cherries on the meadow
next to a naked orchard
she rests there tonight
exhausted from childbirth
to hear the song of the wolves
as they feast on placenta
in the morning she wakes
at dawn’s early light
and calls to the orchard
that the meadow has blossomed
blood-red poppies
and whispers a prayer
for her step-father’s son
and all those lost to the howl
and all those condemned
by the preacher’s daughter
through decades of slaughter.
5/27/19
Categories:
wolfen, america, war,
Form: Free verse
moonlight gleamed unseen
wolfen howling full of moan
puzzled pulchritude
11.02.16
Categories:
wolfen, confusion, introspection, solitude, sorrow,
Form: Haiku
Deep are the halls,
Darkest cold walls,
A secret kept locked,
Tellers of tales are mocked,
Beaming cold moonlight,
Wolfen beast takes flight,
Blood is now black,
No trail, or track,
Silent in rage,
The village now afraid.
© 2017 Raymond Rogers
Categories:
wolfen, horror, moon, mystery, myth,
Form: Rhyme
In sheep's clothing they infiltrate, call you mate, lie in wait;
these sly wolves who seek to harm and disarm with charm.
It's a clever deed, founded in greed and meant to mislead.
Their nakedness would reveal the heart of steel they conceal.
Search behind the glint in their eyes to see their lies and alibis
Strip vile ones naked of that pseudo smile, glimpse their guile
Lay bare the amiable mask they wear. They will dare to ensnare.
Don't be naive and believe words spewed by those who decieve.
It's not uncouth to play the sleuth and expose the naked truth
of those who stalk and walk about while praising with sweet talk.
Don't be a fool thinking they're cool. It's a heap of wolfen stool.
Be shrewed! Denude the lewd ones so you don't get screwed.
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November 11, 2016
Naked Contest
Anthony Slausen
Categories:
wolfen, betrayal, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Humanity is transient and fleeting -- save
For what memories and dreams may linger....
Too much violence, again.
How flawless a wolf does feign.
Down in the humming cellar,
The guise of a gentle fella.
You have made the beast laugh,
Always expecting a puppy half,
Through centuries of fantasy,
With phantasmagorical empathy.
And the Moon -- what a joke --
I turn in anger and smoke,
It, mostly, soothes and calms,
Devoid of talismans and balms.
Begging for peace and salvation
In fleeting moments of meditation,
Between the madness of transformation,
I ponder my sorted, wolfen fixations.
Categories:
wolfen, animal, fantasy, horror, magic,
Form: Quatrain
The Mother laps my ankles
as I bask in the full-mooned sunset
alight in your wolfen eyes
while you bow to the magnificence
with tears filling the nether void
between prospect and vanquished love.
Ripples radiate in your movement
to offer resistance against the calm
even as the Jester cackles defiant
in your perfect ear, taunting in pitch
wanton with trepidation true
to flow through the core of you.
Your soles sink deeper as you spin
to channel from within your revelry
despite anomalies heart-wrenching
and tender, you never surrender
when rendered pure again in purpose
at the caress of the ovum of spirit.
I remain watchful from the shore
as you summon Her strength once more.
Categories:
wolfen, nature, uplifting
Form: Imagism