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Ashley Chapman Aug 2018
These days have ebbed
as Love's swell was checked:
the waters in some places
- all but dammed!

But now at last
I sense the rising tide
and thank Temese
for the current's turn;
now following that great writhing snake
to where its pulsing head will rake;
over the mucky soiled watery beds
of Woolwich
Greenwich
Limehouse
- and under -
Tower Bridge

     To that great gloating sight
                A crown of a billion lights
     Blazing day and night:
                And somewhere within
     In the slick oily warmth
                Our flood tides mesh,
     As over each other we wash.

Hard thrusts
wicked deep cuts
given and received
are recorded in that great mirror smoked!
where with a tug and a shove
on the banks
in the streets
through the loopy twists
everything prospers in the glow
as the decades decaying flow;
each ***** bud
red with new blood
one after t'other
flowers
before their purple petals scatter.

Let's on the luck o' the dice
(you 'n' me!)
ride out
on the flotsam and jetsom
that has carried us this far
and as pleases
merge.
London, a city with a rhythm, the Thames, which I sailed upon one Saturday morning - not a soul at this end of this magestic river, this city, in which I have lived for forty years...And love - a wonderful woman - and how I desire us to pull at each other as tides do, tugging at each other, two flows running over reeds and muddy shelves searching for each other in the cool green depth.
Enigmatic Aug 2018
I am shedding layers of un-purged skin, only to reveal I left myself long ago
I have outgrown this moment my hedges need trimming, will you help me?
I am evolving
I can't see myself right now but soon I'll know what I'm looking at
Everything is decaying, for the good obviously
You can't rattle me from resurrection
I am as grounded as the serpent
I am only protruding pain
Pain that no longer serves
I am no longer reserved
Vulnerability welcomes you to my heart
Here goes something like never before
Inkling, tender hearted passion
My skin is soft
My shedding skin is soft
I am soft
Don't poke me
Soft whispers ****** my state of mind
I am mellow
Watch my eyes fall slowly tonight
Slowly onto your shoulder I'll rest my impuissant head
Rest easy my child, for its only a while
The sun will kiss you gently
The future sees you, I see you
Enigmatic strings tie knots in my bleeding heart
Unknot me
Unwind me
Unfold me
Never confine me
Now is my time
Pull me out from the depths of Gaia's womb
I am of woman born
Reign me my power
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
You don’t walk but slither
You don’t talk but hiss
Your tongue only blithers
Coiled in bed with a monster so venomous
Your a real man eater
I, another mouse in the field
Running in the harvest of Demeter
While you strike, going for the ****
F Jul 2018
rattling thunder
pummels the tinny tin can roof
under which you drive
through the swelling swamp-roads.

you say this is england.
i say this is climate change.
snakes emerge from murky water,
the same green as your eyes.

a hiss wobbles through your tar-bones
and your flesh boils to scales.
a fat, emerald python.
eating me whole and clean.

your bleach-bowels sear me.
a hapless, cocooned boy for a devil.
the teenage smile is what beguiled me,
tricked me into your drunken youth.
hiss hiss hiss, miss miss miss
Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
my back is healed
because sweat is climbing like a snake
but it's summer and here it is
here it crawls like a spider
and the web here it floats
like a shark in the sky
and now among the clouds
she will eat her cherished fish

my back is healed
and the feet themselves live
and my eyes fell directly into the pan
tomorrow I'll cook dinner for breakfast
tomorrow there will be gourmet pancakes
and then what will happen next
but it is not at all clear and it has never been clear
can the death that occurred just yesterday
or the death that has come yet
to my cherished birth under the apostles

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L Jul 2018
That **** hurts. So many feelings stemming. Hurt, sadness, frustration. Im just trying to take care of my ****. Im doing my thing.
Can I not relax? Can I not stop?


Forever on this hamster wheel called life; forever just a rat in a cage. Fatten me up for the snake. Get nice and familiar; comfortable. Before I disappear, look unto me. See what it is you are doing. Take a look at me. And then really take a good look at yourself.
Wallow swallow tallow mallow follow.
Bryce Jun 2018
Slumped into the late linen
sniff scent of stiff cigarette
burned into the chair
Hey, she used to be there
per fumigation
embalmed
momentary into the chair

The ceiling is shifting like little snakes
whisky balm in a sweating glass
I haven't touched it, it's watering down
down into water and alco-seltzer
to ease my grumbling soul

Those snakes,
turning and writhing in the ceiling
where is she?
I smell her
forked tongue

You can't smoke inside anymore
not even in the old buildings already full
tar roof, tar boots, tar toys in the evening booth
french fries dipped in milkshake
sprinkled with salt and glucose

mmm good for the muscles
and the throat

she loved doing that kind of stuff,
weirdly enough.

sweat on my fingers
breathing heavy
studying the snakes with the bright eye
of a Darwinian belief

they will die,
I will die,
but not before we fulfill
our seething purpose

they lost their wings?
Is that why the Chinese
and the Greeks
and the Norse
and the Volks
and the Rabbinicals
claimed punishment was befit a creature
so little, yet so dangerous

(Monkey in the tree no snake will eat me)

to be swallowed whole and digested
born to die, fed to be born
ouroboros

slithering her **** tail
into the mouth of heaven
for a second
then shuttled out the door

it is dark as onyx in the night
the stars shine like scales above
searching for the right snake
to emanate
and create
new life
for once
Salmabanu Hatim May 2018
Musa had a big farm,
On it he grew corn,peas and palm.
One day,Musa was sick,
So he sent his son Jalil to the market to buy seeds,
Jalil  returned with a handful of magic seeds,
In return for a sack full of peas.
Musa was furious,
But also curious,
He sowed the seeds in the corner of his farm,
Where to his crops it would do noharm.
The peas started to grow underground,
Down and down the stalk wound.
Musa and Jalil went down the stalk,
Soon they reached a cave block,
Gold glittered on the cave rock,
And strewn on its floor was unimaginable treasure.
Musa's eyes gleaned with pleasure,
He felt Jalil tug at his sleeves,
He saw a giant snake guarding the treasure with some huge mice.
The snake spoke,"Musa and Jalil,since you sowed the seeds,
You can take a sack ful of gold and precious beads."
The magic seeds made them rich.
The next day...........
Elle H May 2018
Again I wake in this retched place
Where the devil glares
with grimaced face
Reading my heart, stripping it bare
Savoring the scent
of the secrets there
I'm slipping and sliding,
the ice too thin
Carefully creeping, lest I fall in
I'm holding on tight
with a white knuckle grip
Knowing he waits,
for the moment I slip

And just as before, the first time I fell
He stood at the ready, casting a spell
Quick as a wink, he swiftly swooped in
Leading me down his pathway of sin

Dashing and daring,
he's handsome and strong
He tied me in strings;
then led me along
His clutch was so quick,
I had nowhere to run
From the cold calculation,
he fancies as fun
He baits a fine trap,
with flattery and fawn
Seeking the weak to use as his pawn
Once I was trapped, caught in his snare
I was twisting and turning,
gasping for air

He's a devil disguised,
with eyes dark in hue
But nothing he says is faithful or true
So ladies beware, he's cold as a snake
And the treasure he offers,
is gaudy and fake

But this time I stand strong,
I'm adept to his game
Won't be fooled by his charms
or bullied by shame
I'm squaring my shoulders,
I'm calling his bluff
A lesson hard learned,
and enough is enough
I say…bring it on you sly devil,
this time you'll be beat
I'm wise to the tricks
of a liar and deceit
You can't take my heart,
I've locked it away
Now…I am the slayer
and you are the prey

So stare if you must,
you'll have no affect
The passion in me,
you can't resurrect
Your whispers fall dead,
like leaves on a grave
You'll have none of me,
or the homage you crave

May you lie there twisting,
kicking up dust
With your mind full of soot
and your heart full of rust
I've broken the chains
that have long held me down
I picked up the mirror
and turned it around
So, just look at yourself,
you're sordid, unclean
There's nothing to you
behind the smokescreen
Smoke and mirrors
together is a dangerous pair
They'll make you believe
in what's really not there

The laugh is on you, cause I've
learned your game
And the favor you seek,
you'll never reclaim
I'm no more the victim,
of your wretched deceit
And the armor I wear,
you'll never defeat
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