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So flowers righteous indignation
Made fertile by ash
Condemnation flowing from tongues
Fervently pollinating air
Sowing seeds of contempt
How eagerly strides are lost
Hiding behind hypocrisy
Espousing peace
While separating from fellows
And dropping bombs by proxy

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The beautiful and talented Rick Mobbs has poste the above image prompt.

Here is my offering

Oh, the places we will go

Tales of ladies and lords

Of Vikings sailing fjords

A dragon’s fiery breath

Or swordsmen dueling death

A cheetah and her cub

Or a nefarious grub

All are easily found

Whilst one lays around

Beneath a summer’s tree

With a good book to read

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I slip this madness on

A new dress of desire

This funeral pyre

I stack the wood beneath

How true are these words?

With tongues wrapped about flies

The fluttering denies

Succumbing to reptilian mind

The weariness I enable

By walking far too long

In direction wrong

Just to get where they are

I do this all with a smile

For all their claws and teeth

And plans underneath

I shall leave it all behind

Arms and eyes within me fall

Comfort I find in her kiss

Far beyond bliss

None they can asunder

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This Ashen Tongue

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Shall we then caress into madness?
I gather my harvest in vein
As the silo burns
I turn to the hand of my hope
Cold pale fingers in my palm
Is there not one more breath?
Blue skies
Grey skies
Black skies
Smoke and rain
How can I cry anymore?
My eyes shrivel
Becoming parchment
Fading to the back of my head
Wanting to see no more
My ashen tongue
Weary of the screams
Hinders my voice
My arms
Toil laden
As dirty and bloody as the earth
Carries my harvest in vein.

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Sarah’s Darkness

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Sarah’s umbrella was darkness
She carried it with her everywhere
Shielding her from the light
Allowing the rain to caress her pale skin
To trickle down her sadness

Sarah could hide in full sun light
Her darkness was so full
People could see eyes and hair
But never her
Never her

Sarah’s darkness wrapped around her thoughts
Like a warm blanket
Giving her comfort
That her loss was real
Regardless of truth

Sarah shared her darkness with no one
But herself
Because no one else would appreciate it
Cherish it
Love it

She just whispered smoky entrails
In half sentences
To those who shook their heads
And asked her
To smile once in a while

Sarah held her darkness at night
So as to not let it get away
And melt into
The darkness
Of the world

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(repost)

I have been reminded that I promised a poem to whomever properly guessed the number of hits I got due tot the tag “beastiality” in a previous post.  Some of the guesses were in the hundreds.  I’m lucky to get a couple hundred hits in a week, much less on one post.  So if you guessed that high, sorry for your luck.  So it came down to Two folks, Red (57) and Lakota (12).

Before I announce the grand prize winner ((snicker)), let me reiterate, I believe the reason for the low hit count is due to the word I used.  Beastiality, being polysyllabic, is far too unwieldy a word for people who are truly interested enough in sex with animals to, lets say, type into a search engine (or tag field).  If I had used a tag more in the line of “farm sex” or something to that effect, you know, easy monosyllabic words, I would have received far more hits.  An experiment I will use on this post. 

(aside to the aside, I did get a ping back from this site that linked me for the post, interesting.  nice to know my blog will forever be amongst a list of animal sex sites.  HOORAY!)

OK, on with the

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competition.

(Envelope please…)

And the winner is…

LAKOTA!

(and the crowd, once again, goes wild)

So Lakota gets a poem.  She was closest with the official count coming in just over twenty.

Gee, I wonder what kind of poem she will want?

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Here I am

Waiting for the sky to fall

Yup

This is me on the hill

Lying spread eagle

Eyes peeled on the sky

Analyzing every crack

Willing the shards of heaven

Upon me

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The kiln has grown cold

Retribute in silence

For the toxic burnings of old

The dusty hard wood floors

Holding aloft sparse furnishings

Ghosts of occupation

What love has time

For archaic beating of heart

What love has the sun

For the Earth

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Collaboration alert!  This wonderful piece is another by the uber talented Rick Mobbs.

The poem below is one I wrote for it.  Hooray!  (the crowd goes wild)

Farewell to father moon

Whilst in night he flies

He came and painted dew

He now seeks other skies

The spirit of the sun

She comes sprinkling light

The day has so begun

Emancipating night

The spirit of the Earth

Hair of gilded maize

Shares with all her worth

For the coming days

The Bearmom says a prayer to

All the spirits of the land

Shares with them her gratitude

Appreciation of her clan

The mothers hold their young

In rituals beginning day

Swathed in fabric long

Stitched as Bearmom prays

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Waving hands and feet

Sinking deep

And further more pulled from shore

Vivid salient silence

Overtaking the violence

The liquid array of night consuming day

Aurora dancing aquatic

Waving so symphonic

With that deep

Solient beat

The soundtrack to my sink

Thump

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Thump

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Thump

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