Ace Malarky Feb 2013

His teeth are crooked, bent and brown
   he grins with mirth, eyes pointing down
   his hollow head contains a thought
   friendly, yes but pleasant, not.

His whims, in fact, are quite alarming
   for what's on his mind is harming.

He wants to steal and take what's mine!

Alas! Why must Death be charming?

The death rate in America is still the same as every other country. One per person.

Poetry by MAN Dec 2015

I'm drawn into the darkness in your eyes
I feel at home I don't know why
Tap into energy you supply
Magic explodes there is no more try
Inside you I want to become
A warrior for your heart under each passing sun
Battle like a gladiator till it's won
Satisfaction in action you're sure to come
Never been holy a Devil I am
Don't have to speak words vibes you understand
Scorpio mystic powers I command
Practice creates the master who makes the plan
You can check the clock there is no time
Same way there's no limit to our minds
Words born from emotions that cannot be defined
Translated by a poet patterns become design
Keep love flowing infinite always growing
Not what I say it's about what I'm showing
Drink from the river of ever knowing
Fine tune inner light till its glowing
Did you put me under your spell?
Drunk with love my defenses fell
Detached from heaven I walk through Hell
Listen to demons and stories they tell
I write them all down chapters for this book
Analyze recognize path they took
Cast out heart meat on the hook
Appeals to third eyes many take a look
Dare touch caress don't mangle
If I Expose my wick will you light my candle?
Release tension heart strings untangle
Charmer of my snake all yours to handle...

Poetry by M.A.N 12-10-15 I wrote this one a while back it's a bit naughty but I assure all my readers I am nice..;)

See, see the tiny sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
Tell me, Tony do you
Wonder why the armadillo ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel churned.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your giffengididdle facial growth
That looks like
A mold.
What's more, it knows
Your pantsy potting shed
Smells of booger.
Everything under the big tiny sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm garlics.

PrttyBrd Aug 2015

Armed with empty sentiment and kindness
Sharing just enough to weaken defenses
A whiff of insecurity
And trust disintegrates
With one swift blow


There was this fellow, who seemed very mellow,
Yet when one asked me to write a poem about one self;
He spoke very highly of himself;
Cockiness; not at all he was a charming fellow,
Who was always there when ones friend would fail;
Showing her she could prevail
Laughter filled his heart and thoughts filled his mind
Most people would say he’s undefined
I’d like to say he’s one of a kind
A friend, a brother, a charmer
Yet does he ever look deep within
Or does one just pretend?
Always there for someone in need
But what about one’s self needs
Shall I assume since you’re consider a charmer
That you have plastic armor
Pretend to be strong and bold
When there’s a deep secret you hold?
The charmer in one’s soul
Blocks the secret he holds
Never look too deep
Might cause you to lose sleep
Remember a charmer has a spell
And never yells
Goes on in life
Yet can cut you like a knife
Leaving a scar on your soul
One may be blind and flatter you

He has the acumen to charm
His words don’t reveal his mind
With your emotions he plays with skill
He is a charmer deft in his art!

He preaches what he doesn’t practice
His craft hides from you his real face
In his life he has never given peace
Never brought one soul happiness!

His art keeps the audience enthralled
His songs make the listeners sway wild
But in him is a devil installed
He is farthest from innocence of a child!

What he shows to you is the husk
You never get to see the real face
A charmer his art is a mask
In life he damn cares goodness!

Jessie Jan 2013

Your goofy grin is to me
As a charmer's flute is to a snake.
Serenade and seduce me,
Oh mystical one.
Wherever you smile,
Wherever you play,
I will follow.

Beaux Jan 2015

How quick the coiled snake does turn
To the Lily of the Valley for aid
Crumbling in Pharaoh's tomb
Snake betrays Isis
It loses its tongue
The snake be forever doomed

Bailey Mar 2014

I shed you
                              Tore you off
                                   Against a rock
                            Winding and
                            ­Until every
                                Every glistening
                                  Was free

                              And I ate you

                  ­         I couldn't breath

Alessander Mar 2015

You are the snake charmer
      mesmerizing poisonous slithery creatures
      spellbinding them with your undulating hips
      gyrating breasts
      nimble graceful hands
      lulling lulling
      the predator
      into a limp drowsy posture
      until its rapid oscillations dull
      until its spitting hisses silence
      and glowing yellow eyes milk over
      you drape it over with your red garment
      it coils into infinity
      as darkness spreads.

Lucy Tonic Nov 2011

She doesn't aim to kill
She rather puncture, amputate, deform
She's never done spinning her web
Even when you're paralyzed

She magnifies her lies
And calls it transformation
Convincing others you're a burden
Who needs to be put out of her misery

She doesn't believe in raising the dead
But she's an expert in lowering the living
The sudden best friend who keeps her enemies closer-
(An angel with no motives is a demon in disguise)

She's dancing and singing in my opera of horror
She's happy to play the part
She's waiting for my lavish palace of wonder
To turn into a grotesque carnival of mirrors

As underneath those China eyes and pirate smile
Hides a latrodectus blackbird-
Leaving her venom and sucking your essence
So she can fly

So don't be fooled by the lack of red-
She keeps the hourglass in her head
She's in the business of changing names
Passing to you the hysterics of Jane
(Claire, I can't find you in there)

Thriving on your denial
Creative only in deception
She'll put your footprints on a devil's pact
And call it her reception

True as any fallen black wing
She only shows herself in shadows
The little, rogue, blood-thirsty fiend
Loves to get her hands dirty in private

But while she drinks from the cup of others' sorrows
Thinking she has lightning in a bottle
She may forget that one of these tomorrows
Her beloved beast will turn on her

Living in her kingdom of jewels
She would've gotten away unscathed
Pity, the infrastructure wasn't infused
With wisdom-
The charmer of limbs will fall

(Silly girl,
Robots aren't sacred)

Neha Nathani Apr 2015

your words
a wondrous pipe
a windy weapon
of pure persuasion

how they manage
to uncoil me
tantalized in your tune

moony-eyed fakir
you flout me
with your fairy flute

You think
I am only just

but when
I thrust my gaze
forward at you

I mean to ensnare
your soul
the way your silver tongue
has poisoned


Batool Jan 2016

He was a man
with a happy face
people always trying
to be him
He was a charmer
for the world
a perfect husband
for his wife
a hero and a teddy
for his daughter
he knew the trick
to make them smile
but little did they all know
He was a man with Masks
and he knew to use them well
It was only Him,
his demons
and his diary
who knew
the Real Him !!

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