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Wonderful Disgrace

gasping
grasping
veinlike
whispy
appendages

tendrilling
toward the
vapour
of what once was

gaping
groping
wanlike
ventriloquating

accoutremen t
tentacling
away from
venomous

fangs of today

should
Venus sit
and trap
unwitting victim

or would
Toiler prowl
and wrap
escaping prey:
the other self

in dark dismay.

poem by Frederick Kesner
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Bendy

Bendy is a snake,
Of the most venomous kind.
Dave gave him a toffee,
He thought he wouldn't mind.
The toffee pulled out his fangs,
And Bendy can't kill his prey,
Now he has hunger pangs,
And is filled with terrible dismay.

poem by Sebastian Seal
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Chase (Rondeau Redoubled)

I won't let you go out o' little mouse
Shall see to it once and all for today
You run run-I run run-round round the house
But I win, you're caught and lost just today

Here I keep the trap to trap and dismay
Sugared magic sure you're fooled o'poor mouse
Cunning you think? brainy you think? ..today
I won't let you go out o' little mouse

Fought, caught, taught to rot petty petty mouse
Bitter squeaks, what a pest, what a hell, hey
Snouty mouse, messy beast, out from this house
Shall see to it once and all for today

May foe feline be fed on you today
Be hooked and thrown-that I shall venge you mouse
Ha, ha, ha then shall all end just today
You run run-I run run-round round the house

No reason, no season, no taste o' mouse
krrkk, krrkk-nibbling all things, all time whole day
Like thief hide and steal you do in my house
But I win, you're caught and lost just today

Here is the trap for your best goal today
Slip in soundless for the 'masaal' o'mouse
I'm sure you will tempted fall but at bay
Thrown awed by foe feline outside the house
I won't let you

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Lost

When you are lost again
Open your eyes in the dark
See the labyrinths
You will see shadows moving
And hands groping
You will feel breaths grasping
You will hear hushing sounds
You are not alone

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death Trap

I see you runnin
Youre gone
A million miles away
But you know Im comin
Violenz that
Blows you into space
And you think
Youre gonna get away
Like you did before
But youre the type
I never feel sorry for, so
Fall into my death trap
Fall into my death trap
Lifes paranoia
Youre hiding in
The dark all day
At nite I call you
Cause I know
Youre always wide awake
So you never
Sleep at all at nite
Extermination
Of youre wasted life
So now Ive got you
Youre cornered like a fool
I terminate you
Live by my golden rule
Task complete
And once again Ive won
Now I search
For another victim to come
I cant explain the sheer
Thrill of it all
Its such a chill
To watch the meek just fall
Death trap death trap
Death trap death trap
Fall in

song performed by by Pantera
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Kissing In The Park

A magnetic circle of attraction supported by nature’s rapture
Damn, I’ve been captured

A soupcon of love in the dark
Now tranquilized by his touch
We begin kissing in the park

A brittle prey, his venom fills my veins
I invite his angelic restrains

I’ve become a predator’s mark
I’ve been taken, kissing in the park
To my surprise I found more than a star
Lured by this idyllic yard

Close to falling please don’t stop
Let’s continue kissing in the park

I am drawn to this lethal noxious snake
Its vibrant rattle and clandestine strength
Paralyzed I am ready to be its bait

I’ve been ambushed by its flare
How could I have missed this penetrating stare
From this silly search for truth or dare
I’ve been stunned, a piercing metal dart,
An everlasting sting received from kissing in the park

The perfect trap, it’s a wrap
I can’t resist this urge to be submerged
I feel heat; it ricochets off my predator’s fangs
It travels in pursuit of my pulse, this line he sang
A deadly dagger used to plan his feast
I’ve been poisoned to say least

All this for kissing in the park
I never thought to be smart
Who would have known to avoid it from the start

No longer in the dark a bright white light
It’s a pattern, no its art

With open eyes I embrace this fate,
The predator before me has backed away
Now watching my head tilt, on a shoulder it lays
I’ve been felt in a haze

My venomous snake has disappeared among the clouds
The ruffling of tree leaves the only sound
I was surrounded by a sweet embrace with a heavenly human face

It was not death I faced, the lost of life to a snake
It was the taste of passion the bite that nourished life
Alive I embarked on love
In this idyllic yard by kissing in the park

poem by Denise Veras
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Less than an hour before he'd congratulated himself on escaping all the traps of Earth, all the snares of Man. Not knowing that the greatest trap of all, the final and the fatal trap, lay on this present planet.

quote by Clifford D. Simak
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Real Cat And A Real Mouse

My cat is not much of a hunter. A mouse
he brought in and did not kill; now in my house, ...

...this small but wild creature, to name I not dare
it has cute pink feet and has gray for it's hair.

So why does my can bring in things that are prey
and leave them to bounce around day after day?

And I can not catch it, I have not the whit.
And nor does my cat because that cat will sit...

...and watch as I try to get that mouse to stray
away from the hiding place...leaves in dismay...

...the two of us. We just don't know what to do.
This mouse is quite stealth as it poops in my shoe.

Today is the day I shall set a safe trap
to catch what my cat brought in, my cat's a brat.

poem by Sarah Sisson
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Nailed

eyes will chew the words
i will not see all day along, do you hear
my thoughts in the icicles of flames, my bones
jutting out of knuckles,
i will go to memory lane once again:

where the stale smell of yellow pages
throws up invisible thighs groping for support
climbing in vain,
half moon floating on lake of tears
in fire of dark night –

drenched, he was escaping without legs
in white darkness of unaddressed pain,
sorrow of locked shame …..
victim of blisters on blasting flesh,
knees give way,

what was the date of surrender,
i was meditating on the ashes of serpents
beneath the ocean of protests in voyage
of solitude, as your lips quiver
in resilience of benign submission

poem by Satish Verma
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Tigerella

She's rippin' strips of flesh from the prey beneath her paws
After work she gets the polish out and paints 'em pretty claws
Tigerella
Is makin' me yowl
That's some jungle kitty cat
Got me on the prowl
Shoppin' for an outfit she can wear tonight
Don't get between her and that (fool? food?)
She wants or she may bite
Tigerella
Is makin' me yowl
That's some jungle kitty cat
Got me on the prowl
Reooowwwwww
Tigerella
Is makin' me yowl
That's some jungle kitty cat
Got me on the prowl
Ahhhhhhhh

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Everybody's A Victim

Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
I demand recompense
For sitting on the fence
Throughout my adult life
You've got to put my parents in jail
For raising me in Fife
It doesn't matter what I do
You have to say it's alright
And I need you to send somebody around
To tuck me in at night
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Well it's not my fault
That I'm positive
I just stuck a needle in my arm
And nobody told me
That sixty a day
Would do me any harm
My liver's shrivelling like a leaf
But it's not the whisky that doo's it
Call me irresponsible
And I'm really going to lose it
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Wear a ribbon for this
Hug a stranger for that
Light a candle to the dead
And soon you'll forget
That you ever had
A brain inside our head
We value everythin the same
We turn it into farce
So we don't know a crisis
'Till it kicks us up the arse
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA

song performed by by Proclaimers
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On The Prowl

Well night after lonely night
My head dont touch the bed
Im on a two-lane black-top
Cruisin in my rocket sled
Im on the prowl
Yeah Im on the prowl
Well Im looking for a gal, gal, gal
Hey, hey, hey, Im on the prowl
Theres only one thing that Im certain
Every mile, mile, mile
Keep a-searchin, serachin, serachin
For a wild, wild, child
Im on the prowl
Im on the prowl
Im looking for a gal, gal, gal
Hey, hey, hey, Im on the prowl
They got a name for dracula
And frankensteins son
They aint got no name now (mister)
For this monster (thing that) Ive become
Im on the prowl
Im on the prowl
Im looking for a gal, gal, gal
Hey, hey, hey, Im on the prowl
I keep lookin
I keep searchin
I keep searchin
I keep searchin
Only one thing that Im certain
Every mile, mile, mile
I keep searchin, searchin, searchin, searchin, searchin
In the morning I check my mirror
And I hang my head and cry
But at night I get a burning, burning, burning deep inside
Im on the prowl
Im on the prowl
Im looking for a gal, gal, gal
Hey, hey, hey, Im on the prowl
In the morning I check my mirror
And I hang my head and cry
But at night I get a burning, burning, burning, burning, burning. burning
Theres only one thing that Im certain
Every while, while, while
While my heart is hurtin, hurtin
Every mile, mile, mile
I gotta keep searchin, searchin, searchin, searchin, searchin

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I Like That Hat

I like that hat,
You've got on your rack.
I'll take it like that,
Don't wrap it.

I like that hat,
You've got on your rack.
I'll take it like that,
Don't wrap it

It gives me a feeling,
I could croon a new tune.
I'll take it like that,
Don't wrap it.

With a singing of a song,
I need to do.
I'll take it like that,
Don't wrap it.

I need to get away from moody blues.
I like that hat,
Don't wrap it.
I'll take it like that,
I like that hat!
Take it off your rack,
Don't wrap it.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song Of The Orphan

I am no one and never will be anyone,
for I am far too small to claim to be;
not even later.

Mothers and Fathers,
take pity on me.

I fear it will not pay to raise me:
I shall fall victim to the mower's scythe.
No one can find me useful now: I am too young,
and tomorrow will be too late.

I only have one dress,
worn thin and faded,
but it will last an eternity
even before God, perhaps.

I only have this whispy hair
(that always remained the same)
yet once was someone's dearest love.

Now he has nothing that he loves.

Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Man On The Prowel (12" Version)

I'm gonna take a little walk on the wild side
I'm gonna loosen up and get me some gas
I'm gonna get me some action
Go crazy, driving in the fast lane
My baby left me alone
She done me dirty and I'm feeling so lonely
So come home, come home
If you don't you're gonna break my heart.
Man on the prowl
You better watch out
I'm on the loose and I'm looking for trouble
So look out - look out
I'm a man on the prowl.
I don't wanna be a rock 'n' roll steady
I just wanna be low down trash
I wanna go to the movies
All I wanna do is sit on my ass
So honey come home
Don't leave me when I'm feeling so lonely
Come home - come home
If you don't you're gonna break my heart.
Man on the prowl
You better watch out
I'm on the loose and I'm looking for trouble
So look out - look out
I'm a man on the prowl.
Well I keep dreaming about my baby
But it ain't gonna get me nowhere
I wanna teach my baby dancin'
But I ain't no Fred Astaire.
So baby look out - I'm a man on the prowl
Look out - man on the prowl - yeah
Baby, baby, baby look out - man on the prowl.
Baby come home
I'm on the loose and I'm looking for trouble
Baby come home - oh yeah
Cause I'm a man on the prowl
So honey come home - come home
Cause I'm a man on the prowl - yeah
Man on the prowl.

song performed by by Queen
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What I Think

Twisted sinister dark figure
Lurking in shadows on the ground
Human? I wonder, maybe not
Furtively crawling and oozing
Its rotting stench overwhelms me
Growing stronger and yet fading
Mostly black with gray here and there
Hidden from view yet plain as day
Night again, is that you calling?
Heaving, retching, gasping, groping
Alone but not lonely I think
Playing and toying or plain evil?
Alter ego, a mind gone mad
Reflects the ugly and wicked
What could be worse than all of this?
Thinking of what I think, I think

poem by Paul H Nelson
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The Attack

The tiger knew each second counts
As he went on the prowl...
Split-second timing for that pounce
Or else he'll pause to scowl...
Success or failure, win or lose,
Eat well or starve today,
That's why the moment he must choose
As he hunts for his prey.

He climbed up trees to scout the land,
He lied in silent wait,
He thought ahead with schemes well planned
So he could celebrate...
But he must play the waiting game...
While starving in the sun,
Or else he'll have himself to blame
When this long day was done.

I watched him through binoculars,
Aware of what could be,
While I chewed on some chocolate bars,
The tiger stared at me...
Let Nature take its course, I said...
So safe within my jeep.
That day, another victim bled...
Before he went to sleep...

The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'The Attack'.

More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

poem by Denis Martindale
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Blinking Like Ferrets

I've been too busy
the last two years to chat
with anyone in the office.
Today, however, I pause
at the pencil sharpener
while my co-workers
calculate and jot.
It makes no difference, you see,
if I remain silent until retirement
or if suddenly I start talking again.

All we must remember is
that we decay together,
that this charade
we give ourselves to
doesn't require that we speak,
that all we must do, really,
is calculate and jot.

If we calculate well,
if we jot well, the charade
will carry us through.
In the end, we'll see what is true
when blinking like ferrets
we emerge in sunlight,
gaping and gasping,
free of this maze created
by the family of man.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Prison

A drink becomes a dozen glasses full
To dull the sleepless mind of pain
Escaping is the wine, deceitful
To the heart rejected once again.

A crutch always comes in handy
When down times come a-visiting,
Excuse the emotional disability
A nice relief comes fast with drinking.

But there the chains are set to trap
Each glass encloses unseen prison
Like cobwebs holding a victim up
The drinker is shackled in addiction.

As the brain cells deteriorate
Like rusting metal negating use,
A virtual prison the Self creates
Sentenced itself to Alcohol Abuse.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Creatures Of The Night..

In the night the Ravens scream,
There more beautiful than they seem.
A pack of Wolves scavenge and prowl,
Sometimes letting out an eerie howl.

The Panthers sleeping in big oak trees,
Hiding amongst the dark oak leaves.
The various Arachnids hunt and crawl,
Catching there prey and begin to maul.

Watch your back and stay out of sight,
For these are the Creatures Of The Night.

poem by Savannah VokinsNoyes
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Rody

after how many plays
and stories written

Brody has remained an
undergraduate

his impatience for listening
has grown fangs

venomous he scares
those who could have spoken

about what his truth is
his inability to take the shape

of the mold
where he wants to fit in

genius i know he is
but look at him

he is always overtaken by
the worst nincompoop in town.