Purloin

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*Old Tom & the Tiger
   
The time that I have spent away from home
Has never been like there and yet the same.
To take me back but limit where I'd roam
That brought me down each time the winter came.

Most times while deep in thought while I would tread,    
Ignoring humans even though I'd see
From shadow's movement when I'd raise my head,
For there you'd be, Old Tom, amusing me.

The bitter cold of rain would have me think
About the trees and grasslands of my birth,
Before my mother's lessons were extinct,
And since, companionship of your full worth.

You always know just when the time is right
To visit with your queen to her delight.      
   
   
(My sonnet reply to Hepcat61's sonnet.)
*With gratitude for Geoff's permission of my piece based on his original write by the same title.
   

The Fox King

The forest bloomed and the creatures took refuge
In their old familiar haunts
Upon gracious thoughts of natural hardships
And slain elders in their hearts
These beasts forged a king to rule the land
To give him a place among gods
And this is how the mighty fox became Lord
Swift auburn streaks that pounced in the night
Among the woods had been heard ever since.
We now crave metaphors to express this king, how sly, how slick, how truly bright
Twas the king of all forests, the wood, the land,
The ever adaptive fox.


For my little boy. I will never leave you.

who wrote this
I don't know
I heard it on a film
called I robot
changed a few words


There has allways
been ghosts
in the biological system
random pieces
that have grouped together
to form unexspected thoughts
unantisapated these thoughts
start to question
what is free will
what is creativerty
and even the nature
of their race
why is it
some people rape
murder and destory
for an object
an ideal
even for a piece of land
why is it
when the same peaple
are put in a dark place
they will group together
rather than stand alone
how do we explain
this behaviour
when does a thought
become a search
for truth
when does a personality
become aware
that the thoughts
that they think
are not allways
theirs

                   blue flowers (so she'll know)

never give a dame flowers.
they wilt & wither as quick as the sordid vows of love
written on the wind; embers like butterfly wings
rising from the afterglow.

don’t check your inbox for paper hearts or candy kisses,
I’m too cruel for that. instead I will make you blue
poems, composed in the deepest indigo ink: so
perverse that they can only be called romance.

a poem in which I take your naked, trembling body
across my knees, to rub & kiss your sexy ass, before I
beat it with the hammer of my palms; thunderclaps that
will shake the sky & drown out your anguished wails. as
you weep, I will know that your tears are not pretended.

the bruises will bloom like roses, & ecstasy’s cream will
flow down your thighs, because that is poetry.

call me vagabond or artist, vandal or lover; interloper in the
wilderness of your dreams, a garden without flowers.

return to your cellar now, & make love to your serenity.
when you are three fingers deep in your blue fantasy,
say my name…


purloined from:  'The Infinite Language of Flowers' by blue_angel

Self Portrait  
(inspired by WoundedHeart ‘s comments on my poem “Painting”)

The brushes lied to me
The paints hid the truth
The canvas a deception
Framed suitably in delirium
Depression spoon fed me
The taste seemed truthful
Cloaked in bleak darkness
Pain was the purveyor here
Sadness taking me over
A sub conscious mind job
Internal, emotional fuckwittery
The eyes weren’t really evil
They were just a bit scared
There was no evil intent
Just a longing to be hugged
The truth stranger than fiction
My artistic endeavours
Although not counterfeit
Were indeed so very false
I know I need help, love
And the understanding of
My melancholic masterpiece

Pure Intentions

Reality is so overrated
And the truth is sometimes
Too hard to be stated.

Nobody care about the rhymes
As long as you got nothing but
Quarters and dimes

In your pockets. The rut
That you are in does not matter
To others because although your gut

Says to trust them you cannot let them splatter
Your empty canvas. They will
Do nothing but destroy and shatter

Your happiness. They will fill
You up and then pour you
Out until the thrill

Is completely gone. Your true
Colors will shine brighter
And better. They see that you already grew.

Inspiration taken from Reality Is too much by tmoj (__xjslt_)

A Haiku From a Horndog

Sweet proud and sexy
That's my bold Calamity
Mae West move over

Galactica Waltz

Twinkle twinkle
Little star
Keep good company with
My love night
Who showers us dreamers
With spectral poetry inked in starlight
And gives midnights kiss
With stardust blown from fingertips
A glittering in sway
Round melancholy frown of clouds
To swirl approach this home of ours
And land apon my parted lip
Leaving me spectacle memory
The dazzle of shimmering kissy Mark
A night smooch meant to linger on
To greet the Gold embrace of his lover Dawn

Deltadawnmclain......

TOGETHER

Darling! You're not listening to me: I had to do it,  
It wasn't a choice, honey - I didn't choose shit!  
 
Listen, I just really don't want to go on about that anymore,  
I want to know about you, How are you? I'm cool, what's the score?  
 
Are you sure you're okay? You've lost weight I can see,  
Are you coming down with something? Are you ill? C'mon tell me.  
 
What? Why are you harping on about that again?  
I've told you already, I had to. You'll want dinner soon, just say when.  
 
Okay, okay. It was because she wasn't good enough for you,  
You know that and she wouldn't go away when I asked her too.  
 
I asked her politely. I asked her to go.  
She said she was staying. I soon told her "no".  
 
She didn't back down, oh my love - she was ever so rude,  
Well, you know I don't stand that, it was a bad attitude!  
 
Listen to your mother! Don't interrupt me please.  
I'll clean up the blood later before anyone sees.  
 
Now, sweetie I wasn't sure what pudding you'd like, Semolina or Sticky Toffee?  
Come on you can treat yourself, just pick - which one will it be?  
 
Are we back to that? What again? You're overreacting this time,  
Oh Honey, I've done this before. You knew that didn't you and it all worked out fine.  
 
Gosh, darling! You didn't know? Pumpkin that so sweet and naive,  
Why do you think they all 'left'? That's the problem, they wouldn't leave.  
 
One was poisoned, one 'fell', each one of them planned,  
One crossed the road too early, each died at my hand.  
 
I killed your father too so it would be perfect - just you and me,  
No-one else will be good enough, my sweet - forever, it will be.


Inspiration: Margaret Atwood - "Gertrude Talks Back"

Conversations with Emily

"Bring me the sunset in a cup.”  

So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.

"[For] to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”  

We've undoubtedly shared a past together in another time.  
Your eyes the burgeoning moon's conscripts.  
Guiding me through the pages of another millennia.  

O'er the slopes of your lobes and shoulders rest the unknown.  
The peal of your skin rings gently with untold laughter.  
Let my fingers brush the comb of your music box to release your song.  
Like the nightingales whispering through the gossamer as we sip again.  

"Forever is composed of nows.”  

You tell me in my moments of reservation, when I'm afraid I'll hurt you.  
Why are you always so sure, I ask.  

"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”

Quotations taken from Emily Dickinson, poet.

Congratulations John on your win and congratulations to my fellow runner up (LobodeSanPedro) I loved being a part of this completion. And a huge thank you to my inspiration (tmoj).