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Mistress
I listen to the owls outside my window at night
Altho I don't understand their shadow songs
They cry for me because I am not wise
I allowed my heart be broken
They weep for my broken heart
Loneliness is a place where beauty is hidden
And so are the twisted perversions of a woman like me
I have searched from horizon to star drenched horizon for a fix
Found poetry on the silent wing of a Great horned owl
And it brought me to you in sybaritic pieces
My heart was given in the moaning release of
ecstasy's argent waters dripping from my cunt
The rapacious appetite of your ferine passions
Ravaging my tender mercies and violating
The core of my magdalene flesh
He calls me from my garden
My hands rich in damp earth. mistress
I remove my clothes on the veranda
The owls are wise of my true and wild nature
They know what a whore is
(Art: Trevillion Images)
Altho I don't understand their shadow songs
They cry for me because I am not wise
I allowed my heart be broken
They weep for my broken heart
Loneliness is a place where beauty is hidden
And so are the twisted perversions of a woman like me
I have searched from horizon to star drenched horizon for a fix
Found poetry on the silent wing of a Great horned owl
And it brought me to you in sybaritic pieces
My heart was given in the moaning release of
ecstasy's argent waters dripping from my cunt
The rapacious appetite of your ferine passions
Ravaging my tender mercies and violating
The core of my magdalene flesh
He calls me from my garden
My hands rich in damp earth. mistress
I remove my clothes on the veranda
The owls are wise of my true and wild nature
They know what a whore is
(Art: Trevillion Images)
Published 24th Sep 2016
| Edited 25th Sep 2016
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24th Sep 2016 5:45am
learned of poetry & beauty in that hidden place
when you walked with the Magdalenes;
the owls know too much of us, but they remain silent.
exquisite with its tainted edges, Kas...
when you walked with the Magdalenes;
the owls know too much of us, but they remain silent.
exquisite with its tainted edges, Kas...
24th Sep 2016 5:58am
24th Sep 2016 6:52am
Sometimes within loneliness we are forced to come to terms with ourselves. We find our strengths and become more acceptant of our own weakness. No matter how decadent they may be. Beautiful poetry :)
Keith
Keith
24th Sep 2016 7:04am
Anonymous
24th Sep 2016 7:59am
Lady Kasai on a veranda only she doesn`t strip herself naked nor is she branded ``a whore`` ... (imo) she is just a beautiful free spirited Poetess who writes about other people`s tragedies ... Owls are a great symbol; they`re calling is not only profound but also poetic as with this piece ... Excellent eroticisms of ink ... ~xo, Devlin.
24th Sep 2016 8:11am
Wow,such an amazing thing to say! I am honored by your kind words and truly appreciate them. Makes me smile,thanks,Devlin...
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Anonymous
28th Apr 2019 4:51pm
You`re so very welcome, HF ... Rarely anyone pens like these two. I think I need to go back to why I`m really here: to read the great ones!
*Sharin` the love;)*
*Sharin` the love;)*
24th Sep 2016 11:08am
"And it brought me to you in sybaritic pieces..." Wow that just
bashed my soul in! but I openly admit to intense heat rising within
at the imagery of ur "cunt dripping"
sure wished I could have a BIG sip!! Lol
bashed my soul in! but I openly admit to intense heat rising within
at the imagery of ur "cunt dripping"
sure wished I could have a BIG sip!! Lol
all the stories that can be imagined need a place to rest. poetry is that place....
Thanks for stopping in to read.
Thanks for stopping in to read.
24th Sep 2016 11:52am
lovely Kasai I could lick your mind for inspiration you really are quite lovely in your vulnerability..
love Crim
love Crim
Such a sweet lady,Crim,I do appreciate your amazing and kind words
Nothin like a little vulnerability to inspire some poetry. Thanks,So much...
Nothin like a little vulnerability to inspire some poetry. Thanks,So much...
24th Sep 2016 3:13pm
I don't think beauty is hidden in loneliness. There's a strange allure to vulnerability and we are intensely vulnerable when we're lonely. At any rate, I don't think you could hide your beauty with a burlap bag, Kasai. ;) You are beauty personified, as is evidenced in this poem. :)
24th Sep 2016 11:42pm
What a sweet thing to say,lovely Willow. Your wondeful comment just made my day.Maybe you're right and beauty was there the whole time. Perhaps it is just harder to see when we are lonely and vulnerable.
Thankyou so much for sharing your insight with me.....
Thankyou so much for sharing your insight with me.....
24th Sep 2016 11:57pm
I think there's a reason we compare being vulnerable with being naked. It's the closest anyone can get to seeing us without armour or masks, in our pure beauty. But I ramble... ;)
25th Sep 2016 6:12am
You amaze me,Willow. Ramblings or not,very wise of you to see things that way. Besides,I enjoy a good ramble. Thanks for the smile.....
24th Sep 2016 5:48pm
Smashing last line to a beautiful and vulnerable piece!
Strong imagery in this one, especiallly because of the owl, loved that!
Loneliness is a place where beauty is hidden > that line made me take pause...
Strong imagery in this one, especiallly because of the owl, loved that!
Loneliness is a place where beauty is hidden > that line made me take pause...
24th Sep 2016 11:47pm
Thankyou so much,Duende,such a sweet comment. The silent wisdom of the owls is an inspiring thing and I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it,too.
Sometimes beauty is hard to find when loneliness consumes us.....
Sometimes beauty is hard to find when loneliness consumes us.....
25th Sep 2016 3:46am
25th Sep 2016 8:12am
25th Sep 2016 10:04pm
Rarely do I see the profanity "cunt" used as well it is in this poem! Which is to say it feels natural, and not just a lame attempt at shock. The last line, as well, is brilliant in its natural and poetic use of profanity. The stark simplicity of it makes it even more powerful, as it stands against the rich, wordy eloquence of what comes before. Thank you for the read. - Jack xxx
26th Sep 2016 7:13am
Thank you for taking the time to leave such an amazing comment. I have to say it left me more than a little speechless.
It's so nice that you appreciated the poetic use of profantiy as well as the blending of complex and simple verses.
Truly,one of the best comments I've gotten,thanks so much for sharing your thoughts....
It's so nice that you appreciated the poetic use of profantiy as well as the blending of complex and simple verses.
Truly,one of the best comments I've gotten,thanks so much for sharing your thoughts....
26th Sep 2016 12:40pm
Vivid and enchanting imagery! Love your choice of words, sybaritic (Had to look that one up) Rapacious is a fun one. Magdalene flesh! Great work!!
26th Sep 2016 9:22pm
Thanks so much for the great comment. I think the hunt for new words is half the fun. Really appreciate the read....
26th Sep 2016 10:35pm
27th Sep 2016 8:35am
This is such a great true poem. You could put this along side some of histories best I'm sure.
I enjoyed very much ^^
I enjoyed very much ^^
27th Sep 2016 8:53am
28th Sep 2016 6:39am
Fucking yes mmm
and this is.. all too sexy:
"My heart was given in the moaning release of
ecstasy's argent waters dripping from my cunt
The rapacious appetite of your ferine passions
Ravaging my tender mercies and violating
The core of my magdalene flesh "
I am here across the waters just feeling urgent
and tangible as hell..
gawsh I'm loving this whole morsel!
-Howlings
and this is.. all too sexy:
"My heart was given in the moaning release of
ecstasy's argent waters dripping from my cunt
The rapacious appetite of your ferine passions
Ravaging my tender mercies and violating
The core of my magdalene flesh "
I am here across the waters just feeling urgent
and tangible as hell..
gawsh I'm loving this whole morsel!
-Howlings
28th Sep 2016 6:55am
Another flattereing comment. I do enjoy those. Such a sweet thing to say and I thank you so much for the lovely words....
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29th Sep 2016 11:15am
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29th Sep 2016 9:10pm
Nice of you to stop in,I appreciate it. I think we all have that little voice that tries to edit everything we read,I know I'm guilty of just that.
Thanks for the great comment....
Thanks for the great comment....
Anonymous
2nd Oct 2016 1:27am
Kasai, yes, these lines I felt to the core...breathtaking in your coupling and presentation...wonderful poetry..
"My heart was given in the moaning release of
ecstasy's argent waters dripping from my cunt
The rapacious appetite of your ferine passions
Ravaging my tender mercies and violating
The core of my magdalene flesh"
With love - Taryn xoxo
"My heart was given in the moaning release of
ecstasy's argent waters dripping from my cunt
The rapacious appetite of your ferine passions
Ravaging my tender mercies and violating
The core of my magdalene flesh"
With love - Taryn xoxo
2nd Oct 2016 3:59am
Thanks,Taryn,kind of you to stop in for a read. Truly appreciate the wonderful comment....
2nd Oct 2016 11:10am
Generally I dislike the use of the word cunt, but I relate to this poem on many levels of passion and pain. Broken hearted is a feeling I have come to know like the winds of winter. I feel as though I can reach out and touch the sensuality in your fingertips as they create the lines of your verse...
JJ
JJ
3rd Oct 2016 2:57am
Levels of passion and pain;the winds of winter,thank you so much for the amazing comment and I'm honored by the RL. I truly appreciate the sharing of your thoughts on this piece....
6th Nov 2016 1:01am
This poem has an honesty yet also an intricate mystery to it... I think the symbol of an owl, which is a mysterious omen, highlights that and adds to the depth of this well written poem..... Your writing experience shows in this short but impactful poem....
6th Nov 2016 2:47am
Ah, yes, the owl...
Nice to see you in my comments, I truly appreciate your thoughts. Such wonderful words...
Nice to see you in my comments, I truly appreciate your thoughts. Such wonderful words...
12th Jan 2017 9:22pm
Silent predator of the nighf, the wise owl sees all.
A very flattering comment you've left me with and I thank you for it...
A very flattering comment you've left me with and I thank you for it...
19th Mar 2017 4:24pm
29th Jan 2023 1:47am
A true sense of pain and fulfillment in this emotional struggle...your depth astounds
29th Jan 2023 2:01am
The struggles we endure,
If only there were a name for that place
where struggles are born.
I look back on these poems and feel like I'm reading someone else sometimes, I find myself wondering if I could still write as her or if she's moved on other things, lol
Thanks Tim
If only there were a name for that place
where struggles are born.
I look back on these poems and feel like I'm reading someone else sometimes, I find myself wondering if I could still write as her or if she's moved on other things, lol
Thanks Tim
2nd Mar 2023 6:01pm
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