"loured" poems
It was an autumn day; a fresh aroma the air.
Breathing in deeply, I was trapped in a snare.
How was I loured into this dangerous trap,
I just was not looking or even aware.
There was a sweet sticky dew tasting like mead,
This honey nectar turned my head to greed.
Losing control I was going out of my mind,
In a strange flower bed, I left my world behind.
Now wondering in a deep psychedelic dream,
I am floating eagerly down a rainbow stream.
Tender fresh flesh standing bold and proud,
Attracting prey with her bright coloured shroud.
Giving in freely, about to be devoured.
My censors telling me I was being deflowered.
There were silky soft hairs all over my skin,
Is a shocking end about to begin?
If no one had noticed I was ensnared in this place,
It may have all ended in humiliation and disgrace.
Now in so deep I have lost all self control,
It was as if a demon had stolen my soul.
Just then a watchful serpent raised its head,
Looking straight at me it hissed and said.
“I can see you; you have had your fun,
Now it is time to pay, or get out and run”.
Shocked out of the dream, I saw my plight,
What he said was true, I made my flight.
Lucky to escape, my advice is here,
If you see a Venus Flytrap,
STAY CLEAR.
Sep 29, 2011
Sep 29, 2011 at 6:19 AM UTC
He asked to get inside my head
Well truthfully I loured him in
No, I pleaded for him to come in
Maybe he'd help clean up the disaster
Left behind by the men before him
Left behind by all who had visited
And most importantly
The damage I caused myself
Oh poor me, no poor him
I had second thoughts
But it was too late
He was already inside
I was surprised when he entered
I mean at his reaction upon entry
He had nothing but compliments
Oh what a lovely place he said
Looking around quite pleased
Was he just trying to be nice
Did he not see the wreck it really was
I showed him the dust under the couch
The various holes in the walls
Stained carpets, shattered mirrors
I didn't need to show him the trash
It was visible enough, everywhere
Ash trays, Beer cans, mice traps,
***** laundry, mouldy pizza
Why did I take him inside
I knew the state this place was in
Was I that lonely, that desperate
He replied with a smile
It gives the place character
I apologized, ashamed
He smiled again
I wish you saw the beauty here
The beautiful disaster
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC