"mewl" poems
viewing naked body in mirror
as if, its not my own; at my
age I sometimes wonder, am
I still desirable in his eyes?
breast are firm, buttocks
tight, shapely legs; thigh
to ankle toned to wrap
around his sinewy waist.
belly flat, waist trim, he
sneaks up behind; warm lips
to nape, his subtle bait to
taste me, it's never to late.
tongue between breast, I
know now as I gaze into
those baby browns, I've
found my answer.
*** appeal is still renown,
it shows in his eyes; as I
sigh from his touch, ummm!!
his lovings never too much.
******* taut from his touch,
tongue upon belly and navel;
laying on the table, flickers
my jewel; making me mewl.
purring like a kitten, lapping
up my milk; tongue feels like
silk, in and out licking; love
how he keeps me ticking...yes!!!
parting lips; warmly I dip, lightly
I sip upon blooming mushroom;
pulsating in reddened abloom,
spillage slowly from his plume...sweet
finger tracing veins poppin',
allowing throb to easily drop in;
nice and slow watching manhood
grow like a framed Van Gogh...he flows
****** self-confidence I'm convinced
watching him grow long and dense;
taking in every inch, winching in
delicious pleasure; his desired
measure...sexually self-confident
soaped and lathered in wetness
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:55 AM UTC
Let's all have a pity party
I'll share with you all my laments
Then you can croon your condolences
So that the healing can commence
Let's all share some sympathy
And mewl and condescend
Let's all feel better about ourselves
At someone else's expense
We'll be nice
And give advice
Convinced that we are ever so kind
Our victim will be flattered by our attention
By the fact that we took out the time
Let's guilt them into forsaking their self worth
And bend their will to suit our own
We'll reduce them to the status of a begging dog
And then we'll throw them a bone
Individuality is to be abhorred
As are the flaws in their body and face
We have to all get together on this
Someone's got to put them in their place
Then we'll hang a sign around their neck
Which reads "Don't Be Anything Like Me"
This is turning out to be a great success
What a grand ol' Pity Party!
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
The sleeping creature in my chest,
The curled up cuddly fuzz-ball,
Is feline, but no tame house cat.
Is soft furred in rest, and porcupine quilled in anger.
Her sharp teeth are usually hidden
Behind adorable whiskers and damp pink nose.
Sometimes her claws worry affectionately
At my ribs for attention,
Just so I don't forget she's there.
Today she is mad, frenzied,
Her proud cat dignity has vanished, she almost dances.
She chases her tale like the simple fool she is not.
She opens her mouth, not to bare her teeth,
But to mewl a plea for a mysterious something.
She buts her head against my heart again and again,
Knocking it off rhythm,
Rubbing it warmer with her fur,
Batting it and chewing it like her new favourite toy,
While I sweat
And stammer
And breathe too fast
And beat too fast,
And all for what?
You gave me your hoodie.
She caught one fragile whiff
Of your vetiver tinted catnip scent.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:34 PM UTC
It came like a sudden darkness, storming up and snuffing out the already fading light of dawn,
When I found myself floating, above the ground suspended on the backs of blue clouds that kissed the purple sky like a clinging lover
Chasing the movement of birds before my eyes I turned to stare down at the blackness beneath my toxic cloud of color, at the puke green sea covered in the orange foam of soda where what looked like the remnants of my breakfast that morning road the frothy waves.
Pink,
Pink
Pepto-Bismol stained whales attacked the early air blowing bubbles filled with what looked like Oreo cream screaming happily the music of contentment
A cry a loud mewling filled the acid induced happiness of the moment, yowling agonizingly, as if possessed by the spirit of pain itself.
Thumping, Screeching clash and the ***** of nails had me blinking away from my floating tea party within the sky and looking rather questionably to the hunky dream boat pouring me a fresh glass of tea,
His smile plastered by the very gods themselves didn't waver, and in my dreamlike stupor I thought nothing of it
But the terrified yowling, hissing, strange purr-mewl didn't stop.
The sky no longer a pleasant purple faded to a nasty shade of plum conjuring two disembodied chillingly green slated eyes
Frantic with irrational fear I panicked falling off my blue cloud to plummet towards the angry green sea below
Falling, Falling ever faster staring up at the sinister glowing ambient green eyes, whilst hearing that terrifying screeching yowl, from the Cheshire maw
Slamming awake with the tingling sensation of a ghostly belly flop, I find myself still staring up at those eerie green eyes.
This time surrounded by a flowing mane of toffee fur and speckled with tan zigzagging stripes of inky black,
Buddy, with his demanding meow of attention, insistently pawing my forehead with the command of a gentle rub,
Plucking my wings, and crippling me with a cuteness that only he can have.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
1.
There once was a couple of cats
Who engaged in continuous spats.
The result was a tie
When each scratched out an eye –
An old-Biblical *** for a tat!
The cats awoke bleeding and weak
And half-seeing the havoc they'd wreaked
They discarded their clothes,
Their backsides to expose –
A new-Biblical turning of cheek!
2.
There once was a man, oh so brave,
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
Well, he being the host
To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave
3.
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves
And not being too keen
About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wives, called them slaves
4.
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
5.
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
6.
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
But they paid him no mind,
’Cause his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save
7.
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in –
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’
8.
Antoine is a Vampire Ghoul,
Quite barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel,
With a fang in your throat
He’ll **** slowly and gloat
With a smile as you whimper and mewl.
9.
There once was a raven haired Shrink
Who had orange Juice Tequilas to drink.
Well her scarlet souled Beau
****** her tinted red Toe
And she paled when he tickled her Pink.
10.
There once was a travelling sage
Who yet lived to a very old age.
Well, becoming quite senile,
With problems (yes, ******
He packed his wee trunk in a rage.
11.
There once was a Nun and a Druid
Exchanging some ****** fluid,
When along strode the Father
Who heard all the bother,
Lost stickum while coming unglu..ed.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
become immovable,
a wall of unimaginable strength
too tall to see over and
too wide to walk around.
become undeniable;
do not mewl,
howl.
become so vast you cannot be looked past, shoulders so broad you cannot be held with one arm.
do not drown yourself in the tide of a man who would not **** on you if you were burning.
cultivate a culture of talking back. cornering. countering.
refusing and defying.
become unwavering.
become brave.
become angry.
become loud.
not because you are bitter but because you deserve the things you've been denied.
become immovable.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
you have come
to me,
this early evening
with
a need,
to worship
at my *******
and who am i
to deny a man,
in his need
you bare
my udders
to the world
and sigh
in adoration.
before your
thumbtip
traces the
bluevein river
that arose during
the suckling season,
years ago
and has never subsided
you are fascinated by it
for me it is a blemish
upon the milky hills
your where your fingertips
trek and wander
those same hills rise now to
ripple and bump under
your roving sheperding skin
and your tongue asks,
seeks, direction in the vale
between
with pressing lips
and murmuring breath
that thumb
intrepid leader
of the pack
has found a peak
and with rubbing
caress has claimed it
for his own
not to be outdone
your lips grasp
and flag the other one
but be careful
my wonderful
mountaineers
i feel
an earthquake coming on
as you quest and worship
at the two peaked temple
i sigh and mewl and groan
some goddess i am
when i am the one who begs
you the peon for mercy
but soon the peon
shall become the god
and the goddess,
a pilgrim.
then i begin
a sacred sojuorn,
in the southern regions
as i worship
and love and own.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
When did my world become so small?
Mine..
Who used to dance all night and chant to the dawn
When did it become day to day and dose to dose?
And why haven't I fought kicking and screaming at the unfairness
When did the day lose its colour and music all sound so distant?
It was not a sudden blitz attack but a cunning silent shadow
and before I knew it the Pain was master here
Where once there was Me with pain Now there is Pain with me
Pain now rules all I do
In sleep I cry and twitch and mewl
So attractive my dear
I don't remember that he asked to stay
He has just waltzed in and stolen what was mine
My days have lost their Beauty and I so dread the night
No comfort there no respite no calm
He controls my temper and the Joy in life
My family long have given up
How long can anyone really listen after all?
So now He is visitor no longer
He rides my shoulders and his spurs rend my back
He shows no mercy and now there is no place of rest
I am sure I would have fought Him off
if He had only not been a coward ,
to sneak up on me like that
Solita-2007
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC
The novelty of the young ewe
Blinded by its fleece
White is reflective of all colors
Absorbent of none
It stumbles about bleating
Intent on its own way
Falling in the crevice
Thinking it's reached day
But when the sun dips past the outcrop
And daddy sheep is gone
The little ewe will mewl again
And Pappy wolf will come
He knows the ropes
And he's no vegetarian
He ate knowledge
So he could come again
And he remembers
How the sheep forgot him
In their disorderly straying
Old and young alike, claiming the right to rule the kingdom that is his
And so with teeth he teaches them a lesson
A few bright ones he shares his land with
The rest are supper
Now that's Nature
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 1:29 PM UTC
i. the handcuffs my parents lost the keys to 24 years ago. i pray for them to eventually wear away from the weather. i pray for the break. my fingertips are sore from the pressure. my knees are sore from the ground quaking below.
ii. the softness of light grey/white/ginger/dark grey up against my hand. there's a daughter cosmos in her mewl.
iii. the ***** gaze at god i make as smoke leaves my lips. shot glasses clink against my eroded teeth and i hold back bile deep down in the rut of my stomach. i am ugliness to my mother. salvation is written between these walls and i must punch it out for the answers, hit by hit.
iv. the 'baby, i care' from men older than me. this kind spins in circles. when i cry, i'm in downward dog. every. single. time.
v. the warm sunshine that radiates against my skin in the form of his kisses. i lay pallid without him here. sleep feels like a chore in these empty sheets. they fit like a glove to our form. peach cheeks accompany giggles. i linger in the moments where he says 'i love you'.
this is the best kind.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
My life lacked purpose ‘fore the day we met
Beneath the harvest moon you stood in wait
Your eyes, bright amber, blinking large and wet
I swooned at our encounter, called it fate,
Your hair, it shimmered dark as blackest night
You scorned me, yet I could not turn away
When suddenly you took off in a flight,
I swore that I would not be kept at bay
Your silhouette now low against the ground,
I squint to make you out in night’s dim haze
Hear rapid patters as you tread around
Your countenance a mirror of your ways
When last I do approach, you hiss and mewl
Alas, now to a cat I’ve played the fool!
Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC
It jumps along the clouded rows, two by two in sync
Step by step it crouches down, waiting for its opportunity
It scurries and jumps having a life of its own, as the light flickers on and off
Never once stopping on its rampage.
Creeping, sleuthing, mischievous in nature
It runs amok, never faltering in its blurry stride
Leaping, bounding, curious little thing
It slowly dwindles down, pausing briefly in a haze.
"Watch out!"
It looks up warily
"Go! Move!"
It flickers briefly
Then it sparks and resumes it tyrannic charade!
Up and down, forwards and back, swishing too and fro
It looks startled and never stops; will it ever slow?
Left, right, and back again, kneeling to the ground
It seems as if it wants out, this buggy little thing.
It listens to the resonance, hearing the silence as if it speaks
Booming, louder, LOUDER
It grows and stills, bracing for impact
Nothing, shadows, lapping at its feet
Quiet, hush, do you hear it too?
The rain that picks up beat?
Feel the tempo, breath it in
Embrace the pelting mewl
Slowly, slowly, its starts to calm
Reaching upwards
Can you grasp it little thing?
The moon the shines above.
Stand up tall and take what's yours!
A rustle, a sigh, "Are you there?"
A flurry, a side-step, "Can you hear?"
A mistake, too late, "Want to know?"
A pounce, make haste, "The fool lies!"
It stopped, this thing, that moved so fast
It doesn't function, this thing, that's too bad
Why did you stop mysterious thing?
Was it the dark? Or was it fear?
Wake up, wake up!
Please wake up!
I don't want to die yet...
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 7:44 PM UTC
When did my world become so small?
Mine..
Who used to dance all night and chant to the dawn
When did it become day to day and dose to dose?
And why haven't I fought kicking and screaming at the unfairness
When did the day lose its colour and music all sound so distant?
It was not a sudden blitz attack but a cunning silent shadow
and before I knew it the Pain was master here
Where once there was Me with pain Now there is Pain with me
Pain now rules all I do
In sleep I cry and twitch and mewl
So attractive my dear
I don't remember that he asked to stay
He has just waltzed in and stolen what was mine
My days have lost their Beauty and I so dread the night
No comfort there no respite, no calm
He controls my temper and the Joy in life
My family long have given up
How long can anyone really listen after all?
So now He is visitor no longer
He rides my shoulders and his spurs rend my back
He shows no mercy and now there is no place of rest
I am sure I would have fought Him off
if He had only not been a coward ,
to sneak up on me like that
Solita-2007
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
try hard as we might
there was no
ignoring
the scratching
coming from the walls
and there was no
reckoning
to be had
with the things
crawling on our skin
but we laid there
together
all we had
each other
and my arm was around you
and your head was on my chest
as you softly slept
and in your dreams
the storm must've turned
the scratching of the things
finding its way through
the tempest inside
and i heard you
start to mewl
and whine
and cry out
from the dark place
down where your dreaming
had taken you
and so i raised my hand
from its home on your hip
and softly
smoothed your hair
away from your troubled
beautiful face
so near to mine
and i cupped your head gently
and i loved you
and you were quiet again and
everything
was
perfect
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
deep in primal perceptions
soft mews interrupt
but the dragon barely moves
only raising an eyelid slightly
the creature is too insignificant
to make a decent meal
he continues
considering the power of flame
and all the cautionary uses thereof
then again,mew
mew mewl
a fuzzy face looks up
to the scaly toothy maw
that yawns long
and lets out a deep breath
the kitten makes a face
and sneezes
the bemused beast chortles
stretching claws
to pick it up high
the kitten has no fear
responding with an indignant
MEW!
the aged dragon considers
and places it by his sinewy tail
wrapping around the soft fur
then finishing considerations
he falls asleep to a subtle purr
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
The window's cracked a bit
some cat had given out a lonely mewl
and I decided to hear his
swan-song
I figure he's probably just teary-eyed
bout some girl
stood him up.
We're both creatures of the night,
things dracula turns into
when he gets tired of people
calling him a monster
which I suppose he is, really.
There's an owl in the spruce tree across the street.
I can hear him belt the blues
if I quit fidgeting long enough
I wonder if they're listening to me too
while I click-clack
out the window
trying to find some rhythm in the madness
sing on, boys.
I'll be the percussionist
and you can riff all you want
nevermind the errors,
we'll just tell the naysayers
that jazz
isn't supposed to have rules.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
oh woe is me!!!
have pity, cruel and
heartless world.
the sky now fallen.
my sadness,
unfurled.
i sail, upon a ship
of abject misery.
i sit at the helm
and weep and cry
and moan and mewl
til, my eyes have
run out of
wet, n' salted fuel.
now, those who know me,
are wondering why,
me, who writes happiness.
is having a hysterical cry.
if i can but,
bring myself,
to tell you why,
you must be generous,
of heart, and not say fie.
my big, catastrophe,
bigger than you know.
is a death, in the family...
they have lingered long
and been, a dear friend.
but this morning i went to see them and they were gone!!
and oh dear me!
what an embarassing end...
it is,sad,
beyond,sad.
i cannot tell a lie.
here its is.... in all it's badness:
MY JEANS DONE DIED
(pause now for a sobbing, dramatic.....sigh!!!)
now you have finished laughing
at me i will explain why,
this is, not a matter for disdain.....
i have/had this pair, of favourite, faded, blue,white jeans.
had them long enough,
that they had done,
the complete circle
and come back into fashion....
had them longer than,
my child, my husband, my car,
my present job.
they knew me, so well and
so comfortable too.
i went to wear them,
this morning,
as a pick me up treat....
(cause to be honest,
been feelin kinda beat)
and lo and behold,
they fell apart, at my feet
the crotch, had frayed away
and if i had worn them,
my smalls and privates,
would be saying a cheeky, g'day....
so i am sad
and an old friend has departed.
but at least it happened in private and not at work, when i farted....
i tonight, will give them, a burial, tried and true in the duster bin... and then drink to them,
with tonic and gin.
fare thee well,
my faithful, denim friend.
and consider this to be...
your heartfelt eulogy
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
oh woe is me!!!
have pity, cruel
and heartless world.
the sky now fallen.
my sadness, unfurled.
i sail,
upon a ship of abject
misery.
i sit at the helm
and weep
and cry
and moan
and mewl,
til, my eyes have
run out of
wet, n' salted fuel.
now, those who know me,
are wondering why,
me, who writes happiness.
is having a hysterical cry.
if i can but,
bring myself,
to tell you why,
you must be generous,
of heart, and not say fie.
my big, catastrophe,
bigger than you know.
is a death, in the family...
they have lingered long
and been, a dear friend.
but this morning i went
to see them and they
where gone!!
and oh dear me!
what an embarassing end...
it is,
sad,
beyond,
sad.
i cannot tell a lie.
here its is....
in all it's badness
my jeans done died
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Took, passing, as
my chosen word
a comfort-food of preference,
celestial confectionery,
indulgent mewl of movement.
It's a prudent lie
I stir myself
this spoon
of porch-light parable,
a home-brewed benediction
simpers, intimate angelica
infallible
as love....
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
Wrapped in my cape, adoring my princely crown, as I command my subjects who purr and roll around. Lazily the ***** of fluff proclaim my greatness as loyal subjects the adore me and show me adoration as I make proclamations of great importance. In sequence they mewl and rub my legs and feet one by one. Awaiting my command or at least a treat to make them full. So on I go surveying my subjects, as each sits before me feasting on a bowl of gratitude. A feast set before those who are loyal to me, as there prince. The divine cats of my realm, who show loyalty every time they are fed by me.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
⚠Trigger Warning: the following poem contains religious allusions that some might find offensive⚠
Memories belittled by dust,
preserved, taxidermal fashion
inside an anthology
of vintage photographs.
Though,
I am aware that
"vintage"
is only a euphemism
for a possession
that was once beautiful.
Your treason
has turned all the photographs
ugly,
their corners curling up
like the spiral of a chameleon's tail.
Vivacious colours devolve
into lacklustre,
sepia tones,
blending in with
the palette of my
surrounding melancholy.
Ensnared in a dilemma:
Do I miss you?
or
Do I hate you?
(perhaps a bit of both,
but never
I love you--
not anymore.)
Apertures mewl,
bruising the gallery walls
with tears.
I frame your
betrayals
with gold and
garlands of daisies
in an attempt to soften
our past
(it never works).
These
vacant
hallways
trap your phantom footprints
beneath the cobblestone.
Was it really
such a guiltless task
to walk away from me?
Embedded
across the rungs of my spine
are the scuff marks
from where you wiped the dirt
off your boots only after
wrenching the welcome mat
from underneath me.
I have accepted that
our friendship was
merely transactional
to you;
I served up
all the love I had to
give
like John the Baptist's head
was served up upon a silver platter.
You feasted
while
I starved.
Yet,
full is this menagerie
of lost things.
I know
I should burn
the polaroids
in the name of closure.
Perhaps
I am just afraid there will be no art--
no poetry--
left to sculpt
from the cinders that
remain.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC