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 Aug 2015 Inqhawq
Jamie King
We have defiled her
She screams silently while we claim we have refined her

She grew up inside roses,
a single dress with footsteps of needle sets.
Her thighs now smothered by ropes of skirts, each embedding it's mark, these are the scars she must bear.
Her parents are skeletons, pendulous in coat hangers, dressed in old leathers with jaws fractured.

have we refined her as we claim?
Silently she screams
We have defiled her!
I promise you it's not what you think!

I do Apologies for being gone so long
 Apr 2015 Inqhawq
Jamie King
In the
jungle of affairs
cheaters run the fastest.
The wind is left flustered.
Dears turn to prey, their
tales are now marred by pain.
The starved and broken pick
away
The pieces of the heart that bleeds in vain,
breeding dismay.
Scarlet footprints on the road to heal again
broken Hearts and healing souls sometimes the healing souls are the heartbreakers
# double entendre # triple entendre
 Apr 2015 Inqhawq
James Joyce
He who hath glory lost, nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his,
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness,
That high unconsortable one ---
His love is his companion.
 Apr 2015 Inqhawq
Carl Sandburg
MANY ways to spell good night.
  
Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels and yellow spokes.
  
They fizz in the air, touch the water and quit.
Rockets make a trajectory of gold-and-blue and then go out.
  
Railroad trains at night spell with a smokestack mushrooming a white pillar.
  
Steamboats turn a curve in the Mississippi crying in a baritone that crosses lowland cottonfields to a razorback hill.
It is easy to spell good night.
  
        Many ways to spell good night.
 Mar 2015 Inqhawq
ryn
Witch's Brew
 Mar 2015 Inqhawq
ryn
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O   )     (                      )        
            )                (      o
    (              (      (                       O  
   )     o              )   O       )        o
(    O              (     o      (         ) 
)    o                              )    (
**make me a cauldron of a witch's
brew•let it bubble and boil...;
simmer and stew• allow the con-
coction to churn•feed it with raw an-
guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi-
shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in
to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron
ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta-
tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give
me a vial of the witch's brew•let it
**** me or grant me the gifts
promised in lieu•
 Mar 2015 Inqhawq
ryn
Serenade
 Mar 2015 Inqhawq
ryn
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
.
 Mar 2015 Inqhawq
S R Mats
Six months on, and hundreds of offspring later,
She is much too languid to even move.

The listless queen bee is stung repeatedly;
Her own children have seemingly turned on her.

Once good and dead she is tossed from the nest.
Merciless? Or mercy killing?

I will leave you to decide.

— The End —