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 Nov 2019 Lora Lee
M Vogel
Ambushed..
yeah, just like that.

Heart-lit, little star-glows,  holding
all of the universe in their  young,
galaxy-dust  laden hands
changing, an until-now-thought
predestined plan..

launched, at me like love-laced
little mortar rounds,  sent by
something.. all-too-sneaky, maternal--  

lips, oh my goodness..
      this is all so very unfair.

And all I wanted to do is just leave.
and all I wanted to do  is just sneak away,  unloved.
Maybe in the next life,
though,  I doubt it--

those angels that she talks to..
      they are as sneaky as she is


She keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.
She wears a cross around her neck.
Yes, the hair is from a little boy,
and the cross- from someone she has not met..

well.. not yet.
Says, she talks to angels,
says, they all know her name.
https://youtu.be/lgYTTM6BfjU
 Oct 2019 Lora Lee
Lazhar Bouazzi
Look at the dormant summer noon
Drowsing by the pregnant tree
And lulled to his vision of the moon
By a wandering honey bee
Whose songs are so sweet and subdued
Like a score of apples waiting  in
A cluster
Not knowing when they will be plucked
So they, too, hung on a sleeper’s specter.

© LazharBouazzi, TUNISIA
 Oct 2019 Lora Lee
Edmund black
Lust
 Oct 2019 Lora Lee
Edmund black
I am

Waiting

In earnest

To see what comes next



I am

Entrenched

Almost rigid

As the urge rises


I am

Uncertain

Desperately seeking

Yet, I see no end to where I am



I am

Luckily lucky

Forevermore grateful

Her body’s poetry keeps me grounded


I am

Yet,

Stronger

Slowly smiles

You think I could be the one


I am

Imperfectly perfect

Yet,

I am

bright and warm like the sun in the sky
In your eyes


I am

Joyful

Sunlight beaming

You beautifully brighten up my day



I am

Still

Quietly reflects

On our special moment

From time to time



I am

Refreshed

Eagerly awaits

To move forward once more you asked



I am

But,

Exactly

Who and where

I am supposed to be



I am

In her tight embrace,  in love

A bond that cannot chip away nor be described
In simple words



Darling

I am

Loved
 Sep 2019 Lora Lee
Anne Sexton
There they are
drooping over the breakfast plates,
angel-like,
folding in their sad wing,
animal sad,
and only the night before
there they were
playing the banjo.
Once more the day's light comes
with its immense sun,
its mother trucks,
its engines of amputation.
Whereas last night
the **** knew its way home,
as stiff as a hammer,
battering in with all
its awful power.
That theater.
Today it is tender,
a small bird,
as soft as a baby's hand.
She is the house.
He is the steeple.
When they **** they are God.
When they break away they are God.
When they snore they are God.
In the morning thet butter the toast.
They don't say much.
They are still God.
All the ***** of the world are God,
blooming, blooming, blooming
into the sweet blood of woman.
 Sep 2019 Lora Lee
zebra
i'm unwinding my head
on
honey moon belly
******* carnivorous lozenges
falling in love with glazed
eye ball devils
hypnotic stare

destination
a tunnel of fiendish odysseys

blood drooling eel
vomits gush white
daddy long leg threads
in honeys wet cage
to wither
writhing spit hot
in fat muscle and bone
headless
head first
like a mindless falcon
after scattered mice

i feel her teeth tearing
syringes of ecstasy
ransacking swollen motion spirals
and ***** like bronz buckaroos
at a fancy pool party
crimson *** macabre
****** roast bon bon fire

licking her lump of desire
a rousing boogyman sermon
speaks in incinerating tongues
swallowing a hideous parfait

**** growl
girl squat
**** ****
mint julip throat
choke symphony
abducting lascivious pollinated gulps

take me in like reckless bull sap
through your red
dada warp land
pit of the brain
undulant flesh landscape
of shapeless ovule spume
mouthing night blows

Incised flagellation's
devour buffet spread maiden derelict
arched and trembling
drunk and drugged
like a buttermilk sky
groaning hysterical
in feral muck stained beds 
of puce and slime ochre pigments 

stunned umbra
a famished
deep veined jutting peninsula
longing for princess ***** dynasties
with vast thighs radiating inferno hearths
and rolling hill **** hieroglyphics
decipher rug pugilist lap songs

my goddess i long for your
bruised fruit
crawling like the dead of night
on pitch vanta shadows
where love becomes a savage
**** manga anime
 Sep 2019 Lora Lee
zebra
Religion
 Sep 2019 Lora Lee
zebra
religion
a gaudy toxic tapestry
of filthy lies

dogma and tribalism
on parade as
spirituality
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