Recent spur-of-the-moment poetry. Some have already been posted in Verdilac's little corner, but nevertheless...
Ant
not a reason nor doubt
and he waited for her regardless
a miniscule ant in a specimen jar
undeserving of her eyes
then a liquid dream
of Lucifer and his fall from heaven
He saw that she, too, was God
undeserving
Bucket
bucket of sand, bucket of salt
tied to a chair in the German revolt
see with your ears and hear with your toes
nobody listens, nobody knows
Woman
hey, woman! remember you said you'd go down?
that's right, by the fire!
remember you said?
well you promised now - can't turn back!
one little pinch and a helluva smack
woman! down on your knees!
woman, you're so hard to please.
County Jail
well we're goin' to the county jail
droppin' the soap and a well-well-well
we're goin' to the county jail
man I'd rather stay in Hell
Whispers
She could have looked twice that day
Didn't teacher always say measure twice cut once?
Look both ways before you cross, they say
And don't leap, don't fall, just jump
Yes, she could have taken more care
She could have gone on, become a vet
But her heart was gone, and no-one was there
To tell her not to do it
So the noose, the noose, lay waiting
And all the hangmen before her whispered in her ear
"Little girl," they said, "take care, take care"
And when she cracked, they joined her there.
Petticoat
petticoat and seashells; hanging in the breeze
never saw the church bells leaping by the trees
always caught a glimpse of a shadow in her eye
never saw the reaper 'til he caught her and she died
Snap-Ties
they say a great man lived here, once
in a cottage, just a little one, made of wood and hay, mostly
sometimes he'd throw flowers on the roof to tell lies
and turn stench and dank into a fresh, floral reality
they say he had a child, once
and she was bright, eyes poppy-red
but her mother was the queen
and she was wicked, and she fled
they say he beat his daughter dear
and tied her to the bed
they say he raped her then and there
and then left her for dead
Sever Me
Wow, I'm sick of crude faces in the dark
Twisted smiles upside-down with dazed immunity
Seeing the world around them through rose feathers
In their corporate world they forget what it means to be alive
I want tulips in my garden and in vases all around me
I want to see the wildlife again as it was, not as it is
The evening sun casts glamorous light upon the hills, sure
But the valleys, they stay masked by the night
Rocks tumble to the ground below and open pale pupils
True nature unfolds and crumples like wet paper
Dry brains spilling out onto the battlefield as they pump our minds
And hide the past away in books and behind screens
I'm sick of liars and the twisted two-faced mongrel that prowls
Coming night after night alone in my bathroom with a faceless demon
Death makes a mockery of those that went to war
And war in turn makes mockery of sweet, everlasting death.
Scar
Damsels in the vulcan land
Ancient Rome and Vatican
Shards of glass inside your mind
Living liars live life unkind
Not where you are, far from the scar
An island unseen, blatantly scream
Gentlemen fulfill my dreams
Come apart at velvet seams
Life abhorred and life unseen
Skin of gold and tongue of green
Not where you are, under my scar
Mammoths drown in manmade tar
Under the scar, under the scar
Under the sca-a-ar
Low
Look at the lowly concubines
Look at the lowly servants
See how they grin, see how they smile
See how they make me nervous
Guh... your poetry is always
Awesome stuff mate~ as per.
Why is your poetry so
-throws hearts at-