Frai poems on Hello Poetry

JeanlBouwer Oct 2010

I must feed today
Feed, this lust, for pray
In my lair, I can not stay
Give me flesh with which to play
Soft throat with veins so frai
Fountain so thick, while life I drai
Give it to me, on a tray
The lazy, weak, naïve, ignorant, and grey
For one of you, I am the demon today
But I need this, before I can lay

A last look at my young, so small
Out from my lair I crawl
Into jungle so dense and tall
Near waterhole, my pray will sprawl
Oooh yes, that’s their call
Silently unsuspicious the closer I crawl
Wait caution now, for one stare and stall
I trust, my camouflage will stifle warning call
Closer and closer to herd I crawl
Now, herd in waterhole’s enthrall

I select my pray for the night
Rather at the back, just out of sight
Yes, this one will not fight
I must wait, there’s chance for flight
Take another sip, that’s right
Your senses will dim, more then slight
Now, the time is right
I pounce on him with all my might
“Hallo I’m Angel, how are you doing tonight?”
“It’s only $ 100 for the night”

JeanlBouwer Oct 2010

GREY DAYS

Lush black hair, now turned grey
Strong body, transformed to frai
Eyes of a hawk, lost their way
Partner and friends, passed away
Historians’ teachers’ wizards’ of today
Sorry, what did you say?

From their grans, till today
Five generations, past
Hundred year’s knowledge, vast
A lifetime of charm, cast
Why now sorry, because their last?

Sorry, we can not come this year
          the kids, do not want you here
          the Home, is very near
          you’re a burden to us, I fear
          in your back, is that my spear

These, gentle giants, of days gone past
Small in stature, with very big hart
You’re always welcomed, with cookies and ****
Stories of friends, a dog, or donkey cart
Always a tear, when you depart

They, our living history
Always a hero, in every story
Always told, so happily, even those of misery
Now, it’s all so clear to me
The person I am, without them, could never be

The best, life teachers, I ever had
Especially, in the days, when I was rad
Advice and lectures given, never bad
Even on days, when I made them mad
Now, I reflect on the days I made them sad

These conjurers, of healing spell
Mystics, who future events foretell
Magician, which disappeared terrible
Wizards of good, so humble
They ensured, I do this without fumble

Johnny Noiπ Jun 2018

Doctor, I'm a mess

they came to mt                       y door again                 g
asking me if        .        I've got a woman in my room;
no, I said again
but my lies were growing         .              thinner by long black hair   like an Asian  or an Indan; sallow skin                         from bad circulation;
                the day
if not by the hour:)       as I was building
   a creature who                 Tesla coils for veins ;    could carry                                      .
  .        a snooch & maybe ac ouple of *******  size 8.5 feet
built-in retractable           stiletto heels
           sacks &        a molded        fir m but    soft to the touch
           derriere
I'd have to put it some                               where          Until
I could pass i off as polymer flesh from
l        scalp         to the tip of every       ooo       toe; e
very inch supple      & pink I can         add orange     freckles w/ an airbrush; but to get it to   walk upright & not (l)            just lay flop out flat w/ floppy *******; I have to put better
implants in &  but I don't want
    the **** to be too        conspicuous;              t spread eaf   .        gle---
an     .       .                 axexual an      e       veryday ordinary (what was t.
I can't let the neighbors hear n me
******* the thing                  if ******* is iillegal; ****
what kind of ******             up society outlaws s
   exuality exce   p( y)     t in cases                of                  reproduction
& abortion is a thing of the     /           the past is driven              underground)
                                    ; so all these
how                        axexuxa ;               (        sexua           l            outlaws
    I an't live in a
       world where omen   obor robor           robot-bulls keep sniffing around; they n mus                                       know I'm building a                 sexdroid;
are illegal;
I could get arrested     for       building one ;                       in my bedroom;                        l himosexuals     live to ripe ages          like Methuselah & Enoch; but            I'm a frai d
to wa ke up in  ( a) d           awake i
this **** ed             up world;  where a           genitals are                 I could use        Princess Kristi       about now                     Can't keep gong back to the same       hardware                            store for parts            w             e:
       illegal unless                     .                                      licensed
       with the Stat e;            if a cop     checks ur pocket & finds any sign of                   arousal u could do(m)                  time
         interchange     ble   prosthetic      .
         synthetic       p      body parts
;how is all t          his going on &                         *******
         is legal; oh, it's all
         super-hyper-realistic     ultra-cartoons      ; actual
                           people don't ever                          touch one ano(y)    ther'

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