The Hornet

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To my favorite fading hornet,

I know not if you ever shall

Be in true receipt of this message

I am breathing out into the ethos now

To my fading favorite hornet, I

Wonder if you’ve lived your last of days to come

To the fullest that can be done.  I imagine your choosing

Not to sting, ruffled both friend

And kin alike.

To the hornet fading, you frightened

Me at first, as you dawdled about my

Garden green.  The small sphere you

Occupied seemed to grow it’s dimensions

Out.  Seeing you, preoccupied, with whatever

Your intent there was, altered the chemistry

Of my being. 

Blood runs hot yet fear heats further and to

Calm, the body alters by influx, fusing in the

Coldest paralysis man could ever know.

You circled about me, mingled with my hair, peering

Into cavities exposed and I felt the ice chipping quickly

As I realized you were not at all like your cousins, the one’s

I met buzzing by the weeds when I was yet more than a little old.

To my favorite fading hornet,

Sting me now, so you at least

Could depart knowing exactly

How it felt to oblige the nature you

Never chose

To my fading favorite hornet,

You’ve more then proved yourself

A friend, spending time with me,

Despite the incoherency, I believe

You understood me, as I, believe I

Can also say, I understand both the pleasure

And the peril, of your today, tomorrow and yesterday

therefore, please, please

allow me to extend my arm to you,

for I can think of no coda fitting, aptly

more, than to forever bear the scar of your

charm

Well, fell asleep for a day and a half, well, not really, but I definitely was unable to hop online yesterday. Luckily for me though, the D'verse Open Link Night party is still raging on with the fullest of forces and there is so much fun to explore and see, so how bout following me over there.

Hellbred for Halloween

Midnight vanity

Children,

Monsters,

Scourge

Pop-star repercussion

In this,

That latter place

The republication of

Acuteness

Thoughts converge

Convulsing apathetical

By riddles cawed in masks of straw

Violence in the vigilant

A village of weight

Upon

The Vigilante

Stuck sorting through each mask

Stars dim their twilight

Feigned superstitions

Unearthed inside

All days to follow

Pay the fare

For scorpions tears

Black-winged scales

Dragon's teeth,

Dissect & Stare

Blend, stir, chill, and serve

Sanguine seeker

Ashen, to the parched

Landscape—

         Where taste is beholden

         By thirst—“young kids, what they know”

Stirring…

“Every time some damned whack job writer talks about sexy vampires or cool demons, we get a cult of reenactments”

Sauntering throughout each chalk-lined imprint, the—

I guess, now, newly appointed, or acting, in the very least—

Sheriff can feel the breathing, singeing, of each hair upon his neck—

“Get back, that’s what the yellow line is for people, just get back, NOW, don’t want no more unnecessary tonight—it’s freakin’ Halloween people, go bob some darned apples or whatever you all do these days”

Vegetarian (of circumstantial foundations) vexed in frustration

For philosophy stands, tonight, in disregard

Hallowed day breeds hollowed eve

Parents clamoring for condemnable treats

Forgetting tricks comprise the second half

Spillage

Senses flare

                  “I MADE A PROMISE”  “A MF’N promise”—

The tension tinges to a flair.  Shift’s been long extended now, “Don, I mean Sheriff, whatever happened didn’t happen here…been over the area twice now, somethin’ obviously happened, but this place is dry”

“SO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO TELL PETE’S WIFE AND KIDS- GO KNOCK ON HIS DOOR AND WAIT FOR HIS MISSES TO ANSWER, PROBABLY WITH THE KIDS BY HER LEGS, DRESSED UP & READY TO GO-HE SAID THEY WAS GOING TO BE THOSE DAMN LITTLE VARMINTS FROM THE GEICO COMMERCIAL- THE OLDEST ONE—(sniffles, wiping tears) he’s got the megaphone…Pete says he’s got the Command down pat…and I don’t have to tell you, miracle that kid’s even made it this long, with what he’s got and all…SO ROW, ROW, ROW…What the F’ Should I tell them, Trick or treat, WHAT THE F', YOU WANTA BE THE ONE”

None of the uniforms say a word.  Heads are hung, eyeing concrete over the extensively jagged pause, severed only when

Don turns back to them, streaming tears abandoning, “ You all go home, be with your families…"


Not knowing if they should listen to the Sheriff or the guilt, the officer's fidget amongst themselves, until

Don reprises the demand, "You all deaf now, just go…THAT”S AN ORDER”

Looking up the sky reveals a raven’s plummet

In-spiral spheres, the drizzling afterglow lost in cosmic drift. 

Pinprick tingles length of spine,

Down the legs and up the blades

Look around and realize: I stand amidst a cavalcade of temptation

The sheriff eyes the women marching the strip.  Are they working? Why the hell would anyone dress like that?  It gets you thinking, doesn’t it?

Alas, I am much too weak

Turning around, reopening the yellow gate, Sheriff Don stares into the side-view mirror, of his friends car, “Pete, damned you, of all people, you should’ve just gone home…" 


Poking about the gravel, looking for anything, anything at all, "Gonna hafta get this towed back to station…”   

That’s when he noticed…

He was showing, 
just a bit, but still,
 a tooth was escaping lip,

“kinda figured, anger does it to me every time…thank God it’s tonight”

"Wait all year for the one night,

The one damned night,

Get to be myself,

And I’ve been so darned good,

Damn, you Pete"


Sheriff Don called in the tow, waited for those scavengers to arrive, "Gonna cost a fortune...oh, yeah they love this... f'n overtime"


After all was silent once again,
He felt it,
That same feeling he first felt 200 years before,
Hunger, pure hunger

"Holiday my ass...

At this point, F' it,

Might as well,

Restart the fast

In the morn, after all 
it is M'F'N Halloween”
 

This Halloween themed piece is also being shared over at Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Gardens for their weekly Poetry Picnic.

Arriving Home

A                                  You find the biscuits, just as you get home

Dollar                              Another pen, some more mints and then

Scratches back                          Of you children, two cats-two dogs

At Pursestrings coin                     Cell, pens, tissue, Mints, pictures

Rhythmically scattered                            Strewn all abouts the lint

Strewn all abouts the lint                            Rhythmically scattered

Cell, pens, Tissue, mints, pictures                    At pursestrings coin

Of your children, two cats-two dogs                        Scratches back

Another pen, some more mints and then                              Dollar

You find the biscuits, just as you get home                                   A

Closing the car door with a tinny boom Heart anticipates fiery hellos

Ears peak into windowsill BARK-BARKIdentities announcing to glass 

The canines are the most needy              They cry in overzealous joy

The cats will lay in waiting                         Probably high above the

As I turn the doorknob                                    Carpeting, on tables

The symphony looms,                                       High upon, for safe

As eyes distract                                                    Keeping, yet still

Mine, from the                                                                Always in

mess they                                                                          Line of

made                                                                                  Sight

                                                     

                                                     

Mad                                                                               Meow

yet how                                                                      Strutting

could I stay                                                           Along polished

in such a state                                                 wood, tails pointing

when surrounded by                                       Purring as they move

all these precious faces                                   Contemplating briefly

That paint me an image, that                 If the moment is now ripe 

my safe return from the mall, is          To avenge past memories, or

the only thing mattering at all  Pouncing, just for the great fun it is

Until noses astir the biscuits scent Instead they jubilantly follow me.

Not sure if I worked within the form or not.  I did count the syllables in each line, so i think I did.  But if not it was pretty fun regardless.  Hope you all enjoy the pics.  I have so many of them I didn't really know which to pick, so just grabbed the first ones for each that popped up.

Thanks go to D'Verse and their Form For All prompt, because without it I never would have thought this piece up tonight. 

Celebrity

“Whore-doors, is a double intender

You can eat it both ways if you like

Either with your hands or with a fork and knife”

He was so happy I could barely breathe

He thought their laughter was aimed at me

I hadn’t the heart to correct the pronunciation of his words

As this whole experience, to him, must be quite absurd

Yet when he said, “It’ll get better, so don’t get mad”

As the ruckus rose

Embarrassment for him, in me, grew

But there was nothing I could do

He was the celebrity

He was the reason for the night

If I corrected him on this stage

I’d be crueler than those who laugh

Thinking this is but an act.

Happy Hour

Frisked without asking

Smokescreen sealed

Kisses fake yet very real

Anxiety from a game

         Trifecta, terrible still,

At least some things don’t change, never will

Next rounds on me

Get prepared,

As after this we’ll flag a yellow down,

Perhaps stop down the street

From some well earned grits and grease

Video crack taking coins

Those two in the corner

         They’ve been staring keen

Quietly you talk close to me

As the audibility of decibels

Is best said underneath the token sounds

Whispering the one looks young

And the other may look like fun

But knowing you, perchance would filter soon,

And she’d just be the latest regret you’d found

Another shot, just one more

If things don’t change we’ll be out the door

Two hours since

Tabs been cinched

Yet still whining with the pinch

Eyes peer closer, with inhibitions severed

A friendly night out, pandering their wares

Still prepared to act without a care

And while stationed at the bar,

Widescreen view, I can see it all

Quietly laughing unnoticed upon my stool

Remember now do I

Why these friendships from school had died

But for a reprieve

         Every now and then

A few pints and some ego-stroking grins

 Enough to stir smiles to the head

Never forgetting the heart’s never left,

The angel, back at home in bed,

The angel with her daughters face

Well Wasn't going to write anything else today,

But seeing D'verse had a pre-party

I thought it be but fitting in and of itself

To grab a pint, with some poetic buds, myself

Drop a quarter into the juke

Suck back a few, heck maybe till I puke

So perhaps not my best, but sure there's been worse

Kind of like late nights that come unrehearsed,

If at first you don't like,

Have a few more than let me know,

Perhaps you'll then be good to go

Throw caution to the wind, concerned for naught

If tomorrow's dressed in a D'verse pre-party hangover plot 

Thanks Guys & Gals, look forward to all that comes with D'verse, should be lots of fun:)

The Panthe and the Lion, The Lion and the Stork

A panther spoke to a lion,
Once before the sky routed the summer
away to a land of falling prey
where clouds were poison pills
casting retreads to the sun
allowing the minutes time to run,

And so a lion chose the panther,
To keep close a good companion,
Only through his elusive arch
could the stork safely cross,
away from the rest,
avoiding the cliff,
and the swim below
into the den,
where, if but just once,
he'll become the most regarded in the land,

Enjoy the Stork did his feast,
Never been in company of kings,
Allowed his choice of any and all,
And when the Stork was full and well,
He stood and chose to speak,
He saw the look within the Lion's eye,
He saw the panther lurking beside,
So he painted words so well,
And convinced the Lion he had a son,
But must return to his place,
as the child was not prepared to run,
To which the kingly beast replied,
He knew the day would finally come,
He leaned back and roared in joy,
The tables shook
the goblets quaked,
So filled with joy,
The Lion allowed the stork to run,
For his son this day could wait,

When the bird had left the lair,
The panther knew the trick very well,
And with the tear still in his eye,
The panther could not hurt the Lion's pride,

And so the panther stepped aside,
But knew he had done things right,
Picking the lion as his only friend

Trying to save a Lamb from Slaughter

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Gentle lamb I applaud you this eve,

Your voice remains in such a calmed state,

Even after I told you

Would it change perspective?

If you were moved from last to first

A lottery won in reverse,

Would it matter?

If I opened the gate,

And turned my face,

Would you leave then, or would you remain?

I never should have named you,

I never should have watched over you

I never should have loved you like a parent does a son

I can’t disobey; I too am a father’s son

How can what I see as slaughter, you view as duty?

Tell me what to do,

Don’t act like this isn’t happening,

I assure you that time is gone,

We are here,

This is real

Orange

I was followed home one afternoon,

As the sun was bathing the foliage, keeping it company, keeping it warm,

The days grow cooler, and would soon be cold, the days shorter, and the nighttime long,

A cat, orange and malnourished,

Maybe it was someone’s pet

That got lost and couldn’t find a way to return,

A few scars, a patch of hair missing

I noticed as it weaved its body between these legs of mine,

I felt bad, maybe even identified,

The first few nights I left a can of tuna, and a bowl of milk,

Inside the garage and out of the cold,

I thought I’d awake and find it had gone,

I created this scenario where it jumped up high,

Into an ever elated nervous owners arms,

My visions never play out,

So a few cans later,

As the temperature declined,

I opened up the door

And let this creature become a friend of mine,

And orange will have to be its name