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THE LAST TABOO - BREASTFEEDING....nobody was interested in this poem....here....but did well on FLICKR with an accompanying collage....hope you find this appropriate for contest...

BREASTFEEDING WILLIAM

i am suckling my baby
he is clamped to my nipple
greedily swallowing
the nourishing milk
it relaxes me to know
he will get healthy and grow
and my love for him enjoys
the way breastfeeding makes me feel

i am hypnotized by gazing in my son’s eyes
he makes me laugh as he latches on to my breast
my husband loves looking at me
while the light shines in Williams eyes
and my breasts, engorged with milk
never looked so good

bill says i have never looked so feminine
with my breasts bare
holding my baby
he says how happy he is as a father
knowing i care so much for his baby

when i breastfeed on my left he is close to my heart
when i breastfeed him right he is close to my tummy
i love the way he makes me feel
the baby fat is melting away
my stomach is getting flatter every day
my thighs are getting thinner
finally i look right

bill asked me a favor
when i put the baby down
could he taste what William tastes
just a taste to know
what is it that which William enjoys

i lay down on the bed
and bill suckled for a minute
he said it was ambrosia
scented with flowers
he delicately traced a ring around my nipples
and held me for hours.

The Hall Of The Damned        


The scream of sheer death
it deflates your lungs
and rips out your breath  
it tears apart
the ventricles of your heart
like the demonic sounds
of a fallen angels harp
the evil flame forming faces
howl and burn mental ash traces
that lick your brain with hot pain
which lights up the dark
to show the insane
in their stark underworld  
of plughole down drain .


A soul stealing trident
Satan spiked and hell sent
tri pronged and wrapped  
in a serpent
stands arrow capped  
in an evil dominant
inside are trapped spirits of unrepent
and infinite , expirement
they ache for your
desperate , detriment
and life retirement .


So how can you be here
if your not dead yet
a demon leans near and says
this is what you might get
only fear if you gamble
and lose the bet
your soul so dear
shall be speared in an eternal net .


The hall of the damned
full of gone murderers that hanged  
now they're hell framed
their pictured in pain
forever tortured  
dead and inane
they cry out contorted  
faintly my name
as I leave Satan's
emporium of reign
I know after this
that I'll play the right game
and never shall I dis
the lords name ever again
nor dare never shall I speak it
in vain .
 

yes, Kitty, your entry meets the criteria Thank's so much for starting off the comp..I think due to the nature of the comp, people could feel free to comment on poems entered in this comp...

Thank's diddi for your entry :-)

   

Thank you Mourningcloak for your entry :-)

Break The Mind



 
 
 
Bold with an Italic sway  
Hyphen steps  
bringing you closer  
 
Bullet points  
stop you in  
your tracks
 
Pull back
 
 
 
 
Don't hold me  
 
 
 
 
 
Slash the brackets  
embrace released  
ellipsis stitches on flesh  
Dash dash dash dash  
break the mind with a  
question mark  
 
Apostrophes  can be  
possessive  
 
 
 
 
 
Space the pace boldly  
align to the center  
no copying the past and  
pasting it to the future  
underline each step  
creating solid foundation  
 
 
 
 
 
Glide along on  
rainbow font  
Strike through the past  
and tick the future  
in purple paragraphs




 

Thank you Magdalena :-)

Broken Skin

You lay beside me in my bed
You occupy my entire head
You poison me from within
You seep out of my broken skin

You kick me when I am already down
You put on show my hideous frown
You take control of my soul
You leave me stuck in this black hole

You own me now, you are worn on my sleeve
You feast on my light, will you ever leave?
You kill any love that tries to come out
You play your games and plant in me doubt

You show off your power to manipulate
You ruin me, you are known as hate.

Never, another long-winded poem.



There is something magnificent    
and new, no, not a beginning, just    
new. You know like a refreshing,    
innovative original about this;    
my surfer girl.    
   
Well not really a surfer girl, I imagine    
she would be, if she lived near the    
sea. Besides she’s hardly a girl.    
This is a wonder woman. Well okay;    
just a woman, I wonder about.    
   
I have to wonder and interpret,    
don’t really know her,    
met her once. Well it depends -    
what you mean when you say met,    
because I also spoke, well not really    
spoke to her, more communicated    
after we met. Sang with her, when we met.    
Well not really; she sang, I cluttered the song.    
Think I muddled the communication    
too. There’s only so far you can    
go over the internet before you seem a fool.    
Well not a fool really just a typical stereotype,    
yes stereotype that’s what I am.    
It’s hardly alpha.    
   
It’s not alpha, its more like, a    
terribly inconsistent male with    
far to many silly things to say.    
She’s been good for me, though    
made my intellect reckon a thing    
or two,    
I reckon I need to    
accept vegan’s as people    
[this prejudice is and always was a joke]    
and maybe I’ll start; swimming more    
regularly.    
   
Yes she’s been good for me, made me realise    
I am not completely [broken]    
Just slightly tarnished.    
Tarnished    
that’s a good word  
for what I am.    
   
   
-x-

Alistair Plint and becsta-thank you for your entries :-)

Black Velvet Rose
(BlackVelvetRose) thank you :-)

i envy the woman whose lips


i envy the woman whose lips
your ample mouth has gently kissed
whose very look enslaves your soul
i ponder yet all i have missed
 
i envy her still whose arms
press you to her breasts so tenderly
who shares your secret hopes and dreams
and keeps your fire burning steadily
 
i envy the woman whose bed
your long lean body slumbers in
forgive my heart's dear love desires
that which others consider a sin
 
i envy the woman i don't even know
who possesses what i can only desire
to be empowered by someone so fine
i envy her body-her soul on fire