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 Dec 2015 TigerEyes
Daniel Ospina
The drip of water down the water spout
The parade of white fluffs drifting about
The ball of the pen skating across
The flow of ink calling the shots
The clack of heels on the tiled hall
The scurrying of a roach up the wall
The wail of a child sickened by chocolate
The scowl of the mother for such racket
The round of applause after a performance
The snores of the old couple sitting dormant
The ruffling of pages in a quiet library
The thundering chew of a red cranberry
The mourning of a family huddled at a wake
The birthday song sung as he blows on the cake
The flap of nestling wings on its first attempt
The hawk’s call during a sweeping steep descent
The pulsating green beep of heart monitors
The screech that follows when the beat falters
The smooch of lips upon an orange sunset
The ring of wedding bells they'll never forget
The Earth a rich and colorful place
The Earth a blue speck floating in space
 Dec 2015 TigerEyes
Daniel Ospina
Ah, the contours of your head upon me,
Let me lull you with my soft touch.
Your thoughts trickle into my stuffing
Every night.
Please share with me your day;
There are no secrets between us,
As you whisper them to me.
I’m the basin for your emotions,
Absorbing your screams
Tears,
And laughter.
Fits of rage? I’ll be your enemy...
Pound away.
Hold me tight so I can comfort you.
I’ll be your companion whenever alone,
Projecting vivid dreams all night long.
I know you best.
Come lay your head and rest.
 Dec 2015 TigerEyes
Daniel Ospina
That Elephant needs to shed some pounds
Said the Hippo to the Giraffe.  
You’re right, and abnormally tall, indeed.    
Did you hear that it bathes in mud?
Interjected the Bullfrog while savoring a fly,
What an absolute disgust.
I hear you,
Elephants these days lack class, incredible…
Exclaimed the Hippo as gas bubbles suddenly
Formed in the murky water behind it.
Funny thing is, despite its staggering size,
I hear it flinches at the mere sight of its shadow!
The trio burst with laughter, but was cut short
With a slight rustle of nearby grass.
EVERYONE RUNNNNNNN!
The trio fled for their lives.
A tiny field mouse emerged, amused.
Animals.
a butterfly caked with dust
a cathedral black as rust
an **** of satanic lust
but who, O fool, can you entrust?

you prance and sneer, put on a frown
call Believing people stupid clowns
in moors with bogs to drag you down
a place of darkness where you drown.

Marilyn Manson had his kicks
devil's music, Satan's licks
laugh, say Jesus is for hicks
ignore the goads, ignore the ******.

we're all worked up? in a stew?
while you scream like skewered shrews?
kohl your eyes with blackest goo
party's in hell?

THE JOKE'S ON YOU.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/13/2015
I hate to be down on people.
But these goth musicians are terrible.
And leading an entire generation astray.

P.S. ****** used in the context of this
poem is the same as "goad". In biblical
times they had sharpened prods on
the wagons to goad the oxen to keep
pulling.
 Dec 2015 TigerEyes
wordvango
glad I'm here on the edge
of the crystal water my toes
buried in soft sand
my brain numbed
by Margaritas and brilliant sun
glorified and incoherently
enjoying the
Fuque-it Islands.
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