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“kitty”. sixteen,5′ 11″,white,*******.

ducking always the touch of must and shall,
whose slippery body is Death’s littlest pal,

skilled in quick softness.  Unspontaneous.  cute,

the signal perfume of whose unrepute
focusses in the sweet slow animal
bottomless eyes importantly banal,

Kitty. a *****. Sixteen
                            you corking brute
amused from time to time by clever drolls
fearsomely who do keep their sunday flower.
The babybreasted broad “kitty” twice eight

—beer nothing,the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour—

whose least amazing smile is the most great
common divisor of unequal souls.
B Berres Dec 2013
Known for leading charges in to debauchery.
Fearsomely handsome burning blue eyes that long outlived his passing.
“Didn’t leave life unlived, did he?”

Reformed, unrepentant; grown wraithlike, diminished.
“If you give up, don’t moan about it; go back.”
The scholar who led a rebellion against performance.

The Lion in Winter.
The Ruling Class.
My Favorite Year.

Born August- the son of Constance, he grew up.
He gave up drinking- he did not give up smoking.
Cigarettes in an ebony holder, green socks, overcoats and trailing scarfs.

Good parts few and far between.
Waiting…you could wait forever.
Together with fine people, good companions with whom I've shared my belief.

My belief,
that one should decide for oneself,
when it is time to end ones stay.
I bid a dry eyed grateful farewell.

Audiences, critics, curiosity seekers
“My Favorite Year”
unlikely to win awards,
he clutched his statuette.
OnlyEggy Apr 2011
Hush now, child
It hurts, make it stop!
I can't make it stop hurting child, only you can
But how? It hurts so bad!

Clouds float, drifting over trees that sway
Formed from water of lakes in a valley
White above its waterside where birds fly
Over the mountain tops the clouds turn grey
Darkening skies in the eye of a distant land
Looming fearsomely across many hearts
Yet, in the desert where your nightmares play
The dark clouds bring blessings in it's rain
Pouring to form the oasis of hope and love
Giving solace and strength while you lay

Believe child. Be strong. Promise me.
(Silent nod)
This pain you feel will guide you, child. Follow the sound of the howling wind until you find your fear, child. Only then can you conquer your past. Only then will this pain fade.
......
Promise me, child.
I promise.* This would be the last time I would see her. Looking back, she seemed to know that the end was drawing ever closer. I wish I could have known then, too. Then maybe, just maybe...
Section of the prelude to my book I am writing. Let me know what you think.
(AIP)
Alas! At the dawn time,
Pinky sees Doe and Buck,
Stiff on a gummy fold’ble pad:
And each roll to 'scape each made,
Stripped their skin so callous.
Shortly, a bigger mice arrived,
Not nosy, taily and clawly,
Threaded fearsomely and made’way
Dear Doe and Buck for life.

(Flashback)
Pinky: Oh Precious Father
Why oust you and Doe alone,
Long during dusk decend,
Yet make us hide astaya’day?

Buck:   Curious and cutie Pinky,
The world a’day; nice and bright,
Is but an awaiting dreary ambush.
And a’night: a bit dreary ambush.
Doe and I: nosy, taily and clawly,
Will make something in your belly stay.

Pinky: Oh! Precious Mother,
I’m nosy, taily and clawly.
I can raid with you a’night,
And swift through ambush a’day.

Doe: Anxious and eager Pinky,
A full fall from far a sky,
Is as the voyage a’day.
And a breath once expelled
Is as the raid at night.
You WILL a’day get crashed,
And MAY a’night **** breath expelled.

Buck: Curious and Anxious Pinky,
The raid a’day and a’night,
Is as the sides of fate coin:
A home-hole return, Or a home-hole no return.
Ding **** Oh Pinky,
It’s time for our raid.
More shall I learn you,
If my side is home-hole return.

(Off Flashback)
Then whispered and cowered the other Watching mice:“The coin’s ‘no home-hole return."
Sketches  and Rough Analysis
This poem is a dramatic poem because of it adoption of the fictional surrealistic characters. However the style of characterization that makes the poem classified as dramatic, the poet deplorationof the essential features of the plot element which is peculiar to the genre; drama, that is, flashback, makes the poem indisputably a dramatic poem.
The poet through the auspice of existentialism, an ideology advocating that the 'essence of human life outweighs the existence of human life', recounts the struggles of humans through the surreptitious miens of animals such as the family of mice to pontificate ‘Home’ through the sides of  a coins which determines  humans’ fate as to life or death.
In the poem, the poet present home as an inevitable habour; a place of censusing the entire memebers of the family as to knowing whomsoever that got ensnared to death in the oddites of life during day or night task of struggling for survival.
Using he biological family of mice as a satireto represent human struggles and the inevitablity of her challenges: the search for food and death, the poet imply that the problems of real rats in the hand of humans (represented as 'a bigger mice without long nose, tail and claws) is the same as the problem real humans suffer in the hands of the unknown who tends thwart human life presumably because humans are seen as alien invading for their (human) survival the territories that belongs to the unknown.

Summary of Oluwatimilehin's No Home-hole Return
Pinky a child to Doe and Buck sees his parents stuck in a human made adhesive trap, and each attempt his parents made to extricate themselves got painfully peeling their skin till they died.
Pinky alongsideother mice sees the cruel death of Doe and Buck as well as the fearsome being without tail, long nose or claws who packs away the corpse of Doe and Buck.
At the sight of the cruel scene, Pinky recalls the last conversation he had with his parent the night before the present dawn.Pinky asks why Doe and Buck often go out long at night leaving him alone and making them stay at home during the day. Buck replies and justifies his moment by explaining that the day could be nice and bright as it appears, but come with a dreary ambush and the night,: a less dreary ambush. Buck however assures that he together with his mother will provide him food daily.
Pinky goes again to his mother, Doe,presenting himself as one that is experienced and can withstand the hustle of  the night and can scale through the day's dreary ambush.His mother comes in bluntly at Pinky by likening the day hustle as a full fall from a far sky which leaves no hope of survival. And she likens the night raid as breath which we expel we may hopefully live to **** in.
Buck corks the whole explanation by likening both the raid of the day and the night to the two sides of a coin which determines ones life or death. And if it determines life, then the coin is a 'home-hole return', but if otherwise, the coin is a 'no home-hole return'.
Kairee F Jul 2013
What is this place
that I can't seem to breathe,
like all natural reflexes in my body
undo themselves,
leaving me shivering?
It is fearsomely familiar.
Is my heart still pumping?
How am I still standing?
Have I met you before?
Can you see me?
onlylovepoetry Mar 2020
the crying want of you (first of the everlasting)

so many ways this loving emotion manifests,
for each, a salutation, unique, some sleek,
some solutions jagged, but when I cry out for the
inexplicable but perfectly understood want of you

an all encompassing recipe,
a gasp, a shriek, a celebration, a loss illimitable deepening,
a need perceived with a crucial cruelty, inexhaustible
noise barely human, but quintessentially exactly that

you who have needy for fearsomely loved, and been
fearsomely loved with equal measuring cups which
have no delimiting notion of linear boundaries of cup and quart,
only precise calculations of defined unlimited overflowing

even silence totality of crying out loudly screams of desperation,
noiseless, crept for the unadulterated, unadjusted purity of want,
a state well dreamt, but so rarely hail fellow well met, the
startling exertion of meeting yourself in another over the borderline

forgive the paucity of my word~children in expressing what
was designed and created to be inexhaustibly rare,
the crying want of you, the missing final jigsaw puzzle piece
of want and being wanted, to touch the immortal soul, the first of the

everlasting, united, unending and unendurable undefined want



8:10am 2-20-2020

from within the confessional
Harry Edmondson Dec 2019
Her personality - fearsomely magnetic
His mind - distinctly ferrous
They met with a comforting clang
Natasha Meyer Jul 2014
Carried by a gentle breeze
Withered leaves it al but seems
Leaves of long past winters fall
But very few in time it sees
Dark the color of the sky
As the breeze becomes a wind
Twisting twirling making way
Ripping everything out of place
Standing still I come to see
Only I in the storm be
All around me joy abounds
What is this I have not found
The storm inside me raging forth
Stripping passion, love, and more
Killing what I tried to keep
Hidden safely inside me no more
The soulful battle fearsomely fought
Against the raging deadly storm
Will I make it will I win
Or will it be I forever buried within.
Travis Green Sep 2022
Brutal, red-hot, and ****** megastar
Your unstoppable, macho, and olive-toned body
Enthralls me in the wildest ways
Aesthetic, rhythmic, and irresistible slickness
Remarkably ardent and sparkling
Immeasurably flexalicious and freshalicious
Enthusing musical muscles
Queer and charming astonishingness

I want to polish your bulging brick-built biceps
With contagiously amorous kisses
Taste your hypnotically broad and bewitching chest
Stately sensational greatness
Mean sinuous venerableness
Fearsomely seamless, continuous, and sensuous flex
So wildly tight, electric, and energetic
Insanely inviting and powerful

Your lovely fancy ambiance activates my gayness
Add fuel to my vessel to fire up my aliveness
With your smoothly sweet and lekker lips
Strongly flavored and titillating mantuary
Eatworthy, praiseworthy, and immersive prodigy
Wicked wheat brown eyes
You drown me in your luminous
And wondrous awesomeness
Makes me so possessed by your unbelievably
Hypnotic, compelling, and triumphant enchantingness

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