"horseflesh" poems
When Princess Lemon went to bed that night
she knew for sure that everything had changed.
She knew the pounding hoofbeats would pursue
the quivering night-time body of her dreams,
would shake her upside-down and inside-out,
would set the tempo of her shuddering sleep.
The horseman spurs the horseflesh to obey
his strict command: "Up now, and clear the hedge!"
Together, man and beast perform as one,
combining will and power; and at speed.
The huntsman and the Princess are a pair.
They dance to Pan as only lovers can
and twine their bodies in the open air.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
Village life city style.
Going shopping,
once the necessity has now become the must have fashion accessory,faces adorned with quorn burgers,hamburgers,lamburgers,mouths full of soda pop and this they call the weekend shop
it's enough to make you stop and think and blink your eyes in disbelief,good grief we're heading to obesity and nothing ever comes for free,we're paying through the nose for, goodness knows what's in the meat,is it pork within those pies or horseflesh? they just tell us lies and still we stuff our faces 'til we've had enough,eaten our fill,one day I'm sure we'll all explode,
I bet the greedy ******** will even try to barcode that.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
She observed herself
Standing fast in clouds of steam
This felt so unreal.
Remote perspective
Would make survivable the
Dreaded encounter.
The necessities:
Tickets, porter, clock,
Time creeping along.
Maintained a distance
And staunch objectivity
‘Til the last moment.
Final words spoken,
All defenses splintering
She paused, one last look.
One last chance to stay,
Vanquished, punished, forbidden
The wide world’s pageant.
.
Point of inflexion.
The tug of the familiar
The pull of the known
Would invert the arc,
Intended trajectory,
Retrogressively.
And then, there it was:
Unctuous, demeaning smile,
Withering and cruel.
Pierced by well-honed fleer,
She reflexively shuddered
Like fly-stung horseflesh.
Ears roaring; face flushed
She felt foolish, faint-hearted,
humiliated.
One breath, and one more,
Forcing herself to stare down
Scorn and ridicule.
Then chin uplifted
And breath becalmed, she nodded
And scant smiled Adieu.
Thus the poetess
Righted her millinery,
Spun on her bootheel,
Snapped her parasol,
gave her bustle a barely
Perceptible shake,
And with solemn mien,
But mirthful eyes, she set forth
For better morrow.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC
You use your propaganda as
if it's played like watching cricket
from an old pavilion and you
sat on the verandah
with a pink gin in your hand
all that's missing is the marching band and that can easily be fixed just like you fix the things we need, we read, the horseflesh we don't want to feed on but as long as its propping up the state
we're well conditioned to that.
You told me there was Shangri-la, another lie,
shanghaied I'm taken off to be
reformed in the reformatory
But the cracks begin to show
tarnishing your crowns of gold
diminishing that glow of
self righteous satisfaction
the factions within factions are
the ones you need to fear
the time to strike is almost here
and can you hear the bells ring freedom?
see them?
I can.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
a stallion lunges
forward
threatening
warning
hoping you'll
back off
you're licking your lips
at the horseflesh
hungry as a lioness
you grin
into
oh this battle
of flesh on flesh
a victor
a meal
or an escape
and i know tomorrow
having imagined myself
there so often
winning
abate your self
interest
create a space to buffer
passion
and the instants
that used to
save lives
that now
confuse
enuf is said
in one day
to save us all
yet we fall
continuously
is this direction
away from home
and mom
it draws us back
this vein of tomorrow
this fount of can i get there
this loss of
losing
i am found
on a line
by you
here
thanks
i needed found
bound to this thread
of breath
til it fogs no more
and we kid ourselves
until then
or live
Copyright@2019 Dennis Willis
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:47 PM UTC