by Bozhidar Pangelov |
Behind the black olives redianted*
the moon this night
is handing over a bloomed sign.
Why are you going to bed alone
in colorful bed sheets?
Hear! In Syracusae troubadours are singing
in one love,
about that while you burn into,
you burn endlessly.
But you are falling asleep.
A domestic bird, hidden
behind curtains of brocade
and pressed her lips on a golden spider.
A homeless night in the black olives
and a sound of our Beyond.
* ? neologism created by the author expressing that something is shined on by radiance
by James Peranteau |
father, love, son,
"Am I a man
I am old and frail son;
by Tony Bush |
life, lost love, love, sad, wedding,
The day the earth stood still,
bells suspended in the tower,
chimes froze in vacant space,
nullified the hour.
Her veil like spider web,
stiff with Winter frost,
hung upon the mannequin head,
poignant and lost.
His buttonhole carnation,
a bullet wound lapel,
blood red with cautious dying,
in the dresser fell.
And all the best laid plans
unravel seam by seam,
faint echoes in an empty church,
never more to dream.
by Katherine Braithwaite |
humorous, lost love, lust,
When yet another lover flees my cat sized bed
and leaves me wild and comely in the night
I wonder if it's unknown words I've read
Or is it that my eyes have taken flight?
I tempt the sin with all my female parts.
They feel I'm like a spider with a bat,
to cure ,devour,digest my ghoulish pests,
They think they should be learning on the sat.
But some who mind me feel they have been robbed.
I give them all detention,I'm a liar.
I give them generous fare and sing sheeps' songs.
I give them comfort like a hellish fire
Oh,come back ,bad boy ,don't desert me yet,
The clothes I thrashed for you are not quite set.
by J. Tudor |
emotions, giving, solitude,
Tonight there are broken bits of moon
scattered about the surface of a rippled pond,
trying to draw themselves together again
like a broken web of spider silk after a rain.
If I were a window, I would open myself
and let you hear the spaces that surround
these broken bits of light, small dancing shards
of my heart folding itself inward around
the words I would once have spoken.
But now, I can't let the words
trickle through my own mind,
I can never let them get to my tongue
or even to my fingertips...
I am becoming my own silence.
love cries for ways to speak.
by David Paquin |
friendship, life, love, mirror, universe,
Weaving the fabric of a sunken universe
Gliding the winds of a bottomless curse
Little spider, hanging in my head
Free of the wings that really are chains
Forging a mirror that never shatters
A mirror that does not exist
Little spider, aching in my head
Blind and deaf, drowned in ecstacy
Crawling in the pain of bliss
Seeking the sweets of sickness
Little spider, dying in my head
Torn from itself, immune to embrace
"At least, be humane", so that's what they said
Hold on to your pain, for it is your cocaine
Little spider, growing in my head
Here is the world, cradle of the dead
by Shelley Murray-Foreman |
Spider webs are laced in silver
Grass shimmers like frosted glass
Leaves are crunching under the feet
Of people as they pass
The world smells crisp and clean
And my breath hangs in the air
The branches of the trees reach up
Autumn has made them bare
I love those autumn mornings
When everything feels brand new
All the colours are bright and bold
And the skies are clear and blue
by Ivo Cosentino |
allegory, anxiety, business, simple, sympathy, tribute, word play,
Wesley Melvin Buchan, also known as Wesmechan,
was a pusillanimous and a good-for-nothing,
although some people consider him a charlatan,
this scoundrel's office runs like a three-ring
circus. Oddly enough, many his coworkers and
classmates fear him no end, like a spider obsessed
with the asphyxia of planets, but the magic wand,
however, whether you like it or not, will infest
your brain and your wallet. Far from being a panegyric
this is indeed a diatribe, injected by venomous expletives,
deserved by this lunkhead, Wesley, a most idiotic
waste of space but I love him, although he's not my relative.
by Russell Sivey |
My front door, the color of pumpkins
As a skeleton adorns the screen door
Jack-o-lanterns plenty about the porch
And spider webs exist upon the floor
Owl sits on the deformed tree in the yard
Filled with many spooky eyes in the holes
A scarecrow stands guarding my open gate
Cats, all black, run around looking for moles
A witch laughing sits in a dark corner
Moving to the sound of a passerby
We wait for the first sign of fearful kids
On Halloween night, I love it, no lie
by Deborah Burch |
funny, nature, romance, satire,
We made love in the arbour
And loft--out of sight,
Then three times at the harbour
As the day turned night.
Let's go into the parlour
In the candle light,
There's no more time for ardour.
I'm ready to--Bite!
*Note: the black widow spider is known for killing and eating her male counterpart after she has exhausted him from all the 'love making'--mating.
by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Storm raged winnowing out the fen
Panic clustered in the heart of glen
we two were out not knowing the fact
We will be caught in the act
The young storm gave us a real scare
Hanging like a spider in mid air
Beckoned us on to her fuzzy golden web
We embraced each other the storm in rave
We fought against the divulging squall
Trees were falling under convulsing wall
We kissed and kissed with our love in lug
The storm was laughing naked and smug
When sun rose with his rosy pink face
We were watching the hues of God's grace.
Pick a Subject - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
1st February, 2015
by Ken Carroll |
beauty, desire, love,
She is like the spider
weaving delicate lace
drawing me to her
magnets of air and light
flowing like time
from your web...
I run to her
pools of silver shimmer
jumping from leaf to leaf
the path trodden
across soft ground
between the lines
"I'm in love with her"
Bounding black hair
as the little stream fades
leading me to your parlor
into the east forever
held in the suns balance
I write these words of amor
"I love You!"
~ ~ ~ ~
by ITSOGHOLE O SOLOMON |
betrayal, crazy, irony, love, nonsense, silly, valentines day,
She is loving me
But in another man’s arms
Her heart she says is longing for me
Her body she lays cuddled in a man’s arms.
Her heart for me
And her body given to him
Her body she withhold from me
And her heart given to me she denies him.
She plays a love
Like a single in a double act
Her body and heart differs in love
As the clouds kiss the water, she awes the act.
But a witty spider
She entangles in her web
A cockroach and lures a gecko, rather
The gecko preys on it and the roach tore its web.
by Thomas Martin |
animal, environment, love,
turn off the vaccuum
by Brittany Reynolds |
animals, death, life, nature,
The spider sits upon his web
casting snares with each little thread
“Come play, come play with me” he said.
“A simple game to play, called Ebb.”
“No, no, no,” said the zooming fly.
“It’s clear that you are a bad guy.”
“I won’t play,” said a mottled moth.
“I won’t go near your sticky cloth.”
“I’m much too busy,” said the ant.
“I’d love to play, but I just can’t.”
The spider sits upon his weave,
cleaning up after a stray leaf,
and says in quiet disbelief,
“I’m not as bad as you believe.”
“No, you’re not,” agrees a song bird.
“You agree?” as threads were secured.
“No worse than I am,” he assured.
The spider’s response is unheard.
by Vee Bdosa |
fun, humor, imagination, nature,
IT AIN'T NURSERY RHYMES
(It's haiku by Shiraito)
Three little kittens
jumped over the candle stick
Mama goose is sick
peas porridge is hot
can't get to heaven on a watermelon rind
Mama goose is loose
old man Humpty Dumpt
sat in a corner on his rumpt
squashed a big spider
hear the mourning dove
got a big hole in my glove
I might be in love
one potato two potato
twenty-six potato more
Susie's a floozie
come ride on my swing
you can sit right on my lap
we'll pump to the sky
SHIRAITO aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
aka ron wilson
by Mel Brake |
allegory, imagery, insect, life, love, mystery, spiritual,
Sometimes the wholeness of the universe
Comes along like a black widow spider
On a thin thread and stops in front of one’s face
From fear and dread
All time stops
As the eight-legged spider
With eighty-eight eyes stare directly
Consumed with death and obituaries
Sleeplessness nights and tragic endings
The black widow spider a symbol of eternity and
life cycles like the center of the universe pauses
by Darlene Gifford |
death, destiny, love, romance,
A feisty female spider
felt a plucking on her web.
And she let a yellow suitor in,
who crawled among her threads.
And when the night was ending,
she could not let him go,
because the lives inside her now,
needed nourishment to grow.
Some day she'd tell her babies,
the gift of life their daddy gave.
And how, almost, right up until
the very end, he was so very brave.
by Russell Sivey |
animal, nature, drug,
One thing that spiders always love to do
Spin their webs of mastery just for you
Beauty of their fine, silvery web strings
Holding each drop of water in its rings
The center holds the granddaddy of all
Creator of this masterpiece installed
He sits just waiting for the naive bug
Then he kills it with his engrossing drug
The spider can build this web in one night
Some webs are quite the incredible sight
Web makes it through many types of weather
Even powerful storms could not bother
Spider spins all of its webbing just right
Web and spider work together with might
Contest: Along Came a Spider......
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
by Cherie Durbin |
Ladybugs are beetles.
They eat aphids and mites, too.
They are red and spotted.
I love ladybugs, don't you?
Bonus activity: Inform children that ladybugs are a gardener's friend, as they devour
the aphids and spider mites that destroy a gardener's plants. Some gardeners even
purchase ladybugs from home and garden centers to sprinkle on their plants!
by Funom Makama |
i am, imagery, imagination, psychological, sick,
The suffering inflicted when I was George Bush
I’ll gladly take back.
This is my calling to give back to society.
Love and fulfillment are fakes, I’ll not give in
evil and good, all I can handle and take in
hard work is a fluke and a trap
to stop me from giving myself an applause.
Nature can give its all, which is why the sun is black
someone’s always telling me
to go to the nearest bank and take it all.
I love the idea because,
I just watched a spider grow to a Hippopotamus
then I realize I can take down the arm forces
to please my possibility of glory
in deliverance to mega winning lottery.
Hope I am making sense!
by Sammy Lykens |
I love to go strolling
Through the deep woods
And see all that nature unfolds
Hearing the sounds
And seeing the sights
Are marvelous just to behold
The sparrow reminds me
that God always sees
Each one that may fall from it's nest
And each little creature
Seen or unseen
God tenderly each day invests
The spider that intricately
Weaves out his web
And the robin who
Sings his sweet song
Are just among many
A spectacular thing
I witness as I walk along
In the beginning
When God made it all
He smiled when he heard nature sing
Now you and I can enjoy the created
And that is
The nature of all things
by Rhia Madison Thomer |
There was once a girl who lived with monsters.
She breathed in their air,
she felt their hands ruin her flesh,
she tasted their bitterness on her tongue.
And it festered on her there,
rotting it on the inside out
but she never ran away.
Was she afraid?
Was she in love?
No one knows now,
she is hardly here to tell the tale.
Her bones protrude from her flesh,
her eyes have fallen into her skull,
her skin is translucent.
Blue veins spider web through her system,
the mirror does not recognize her.
There once was a girl, who lived with monsters,
so they say. But does she live still?
by Sarah Killedall |
crazy, , sweet love,
and as the day slowly circles back into a night,
hazes yawn over stranded lost loves final flight
and again here I stand alone yet not afraid, I find myself everytime fighting that maze
like a spider a web will be weave from the throw, deep and darker the strings of our heart become stone, and as dancing delights those with skeletons pride, it is you who should run fast ride, cower and hide I am free again thank you for this bitter end, Go now my sweet love, this dream journeys here end.
by Emily Eaton |
music, simple, sky, sound, stars,
Long spider fingers wielding bells
and mallets and chimes,
sounded like what love should be, like astronomy,
like the glitter on their black silk shirts.
The music sprinkled galactic ozone on youthful minds
the chords flowed smoothly much like the Milky Way
and tasted faintly of mint and lavender.
It was aloe on burnt skin.
The minor chords
and the silent beat carried the audience with care
until the last note,
which left us breathless.