12th grade, allusion, body, cinderella, missing you, women, youth,
by Dylan Dhinsa |
Peroxide blonde and covered in petals,
Bleach kills flowers - She’s less softener than metal
A body rooted in pride, trying to run, Jackal and hide.
There’s some double entendres, catch them if you can,
There’s something about her, try to find it, you’ll both be damned.
To Cinderella she’s her own step sister,
Crying out for love, afraid of those who’d listen.
Just someone out there longing for a cause in existence,
Just someone out there, longing for a reason to stay persistent
by HGarvey Daniel Esquire |
There is no beating in this hollow, heinous Heart
Eternal empty eyes emitting, inexcusable iniquities
Jutting juxtaposed jackal jaws, tearing Love apart
Anathematize abandoned, always forgive Atrocities
This is how I live, how I grow, how I stay in control
To be Continued
Inspired by TPS’ blog “Integrity“; this is the Liege you do not see
Dedicated to those who do not believe, like me
by Scott Howard Myers The Gypsy King |
Born beneath an old Elm tree, nourished from the teats of a Jackal, sired by the Devil himself.
He knew who he was.
He was pain.
Where he walked, he inflicted the same.
Bringing forth residual shame, was his favorite game.
This man named Pain, with worldwide fame.
Invisible to most, but felt by us all.
As when your skin does crawl.
His only intent, was to make love fall.
From behind his invisible wall.
The Demons do call.
For one and all.
So when you hear that man's name.
It's no accidental, bad luck game.
He turns health into lame.
The Devil and son are the same.
This man called Pain.
by Mandal Bijoy Beg |
by Tony Bush |
forgiveness, life, love, mystery, passion,
By her tongue, honey gold,
Tipped with steel lashes;
Eyes behold with narrowed ire,
Stinging welts; and crashes
Through the barrier of skin,
The naked perimeter fence,
A culture clashes in some
Past or present tense.
Substituting words to heal
With jackal-lipped unkindness,
Juxtaposing dark for light,
My love accepted blindness
At each and every stroke,
By her tongue, poison black;
I forgive and kiss her lips
For all the times she took it back.
by MAHTAB BANGALEE |
decrepit note books
Residential society of poems
hackneyed to ultra fresh thought roams
snail pace of expressions
imbalanced love on tattered ink
lines smile on jackal mustache
through the crystal glass the moon kisses
urban dustbin is empty well
ravens fly on the colorful chicks
ground is shattered field of war
dawn cawing reminds the writing decisions
nothing is outcome of the books
three out of five fingers
one chameleon mind
eyesight combats with insightful arena to lit light
just I reside in these posthumously
note books bear me up anonymously
-Wednesday, June 19, 2019 Chattogram
by Newton Ranaweera |
evil, funny, love, poetry,
Feast galloped into a hole
And king held just its tail
But his tummy did tell
A tale his tongue didn’t tell.
I’ve read an anti-heroic tale:
A jackal a king cat fooled
And aptly proved him a fool
Witless, tasteless, and old.
Voices hissed in her ears
To mourn, to fight for rights
Or free this bloodless tree
And flee from deceit and lie.
“I’ll wear,” lastly, he did swear,
“Atop, thee, my starry crown
And sit beside thee benumbed
Adoring thy rosy, fairy feet”.