"lysistrata" poems
everyone likes a good fair fight explosion came from motorbike another involved suicide bomber on bicycle targeting police vehicle war drags on years and years no one wants to talk about it if we dress in silk transparent employing all our charms talents they will act wild to lie with us that will be moment to refuse they will hasten to make peace i am convinced taliban said they carried out bombings as message to nato wedding celebration nearby number of guests believed to be among dead injured u.s. hints volatile area next target for operations she knelt naked knees apart arms outstretched ******* bowed ******* perched neck exposed lips mouth open eyelids half closed scent of vetiver ylang ylang roses anything everything you want if only you will stop murdering
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 6:43 AM UTC
There's a reason
dear reader
that the Vikings
set out to sea.
Viking women.
Tall.
Beautiful and fierce.
They craved the treasures
of Ireland
and the fabrics of the
northern coast.
Sent their men out
in open boats to find it
and bring it surely home.
Gave them a sprig
of chamomile
a taste of watercress
and urged them to sharpen swords.
This was not the story of
Lysistrata.
Not at all.
Yet I know this story well
living with a Viking woman
as I do.
She hounds me
nips at my heels
keeps me on the straight
and narrow.
And at the dawn of the day
drives me out upon the
steel grey sea.
So bid me adieu,
you who listen
there is fury at my back
and the open ocean ahead.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC