"vulpine" poems
You reasonless hate me in manner devoid of vogue,
Coz you are threatened by my skin color,
Utterly refusing to appreciate my melanin humanity
Your faith lulls you that I am a Tarzan,
Dwindling away from humanity,
My poetry to you is only bombshell
Of dangerously vulpine civilization,
You solace yourself in your miss-audience to me,
Wistful in your hearty that your detest for me
Will become a force enough to counter my being,
You are very wrong my brother,
Goofing in full measure of your idiosyncrasy
In its present grammar of dance banquet,
I only pity you as none will ever be able to heal you
To free you from your silly bug of desperate racism.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
But there are some who dream not as others dream,
whose is not as others see.
Gaze through strangers eyes,
such are not what they seem by day,
but rule the world by night.
Carved doors opened in their dreams,
“Welcome lustful ladies, re rasped,
Allow me pleeeese to introduce my immortal garden,
I await your beautiful eyeeees
His handsome hand sweeping for their gaze to follow
The Hadein orchestra played, amberic melodies pierced the air,
****** red skies hung low overhead,
A burning path of crystals afire,
His voice poetic,
Come, come ladies into the dreams on a delicious night path,
─ And so they sleep charmed in dreams
His garden sea emerged as though surging with a slow thick tide,
Hot perfumed metallic air hung as ladies giggled,
Endless jewels of weeping eyes looked to he,
─ Pausing to gaze upon a flower, his smile vulpine
His guests lowered fluttering eyes.
Flowers quivered ***** flesh petals glistened,
beaded with sweet blood sparkles,
At each center a lone mortal eye gazed back,
A sea of stem throats slashed,
forever screaming for his pleasure
Thorn ******* sewn with sinew wept blood,
Endlessly, faithfully dripping returning,
below to the blood wine feeding his garden art
Moaning, they the melodies of hades,
And the night masters sermon begins,
─ “Ladies, beautiful ladies allow me to introduce my immortal garden
Seek you me in your garden of dreams”
© 2016 A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
Me, sometimes too slow
sometimes raring to go.
And you? like a ray of sunshine
that walked into my room,
Oh! my room full of my lonely
tumbled gloom.
Like a star that lost her moon,
like these rains that makes frozen
doors, inside my caged rooms.
I always saw myself, mostly through
the window, of my dark uneven mind.
Many of those characters I made
in my narratives could have been me!
But were never me for a reason.
Oh! did you ever know that
my beautiful silent vamp?
I usually sit down in my room
unsparing my mind, body and soul
sometimes in relentless pain,
but that was a story lost long back.
Now, in rosy curvy overture
you need to wake me up
with a sweet little pen lamp!
Read my vulpine runes
which I pen late nights
and then wake me up
to my own chorus tunes!
Also please use
my mystic crafty hands,
to give fire to your words
everywhere you wish to write!
But then again let me ask
with my mystic cryptic voice
where were you all this while?
Oh! my invisible little pen lamp.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
You are excess of my goodness when am done with my badness
I love you Africa in excess for your excess of problems;
Poverty, wars, warlords, diseases, hunger, famine
And cataclysms evilest eating away your terra firma
Like a desperate Tiger on a capsized boat,
Your riches in history of slavery and heritage of colonialism,
In the excess of your global bleeding that makes me love you more,
Your excessive black ugly humanity in the explosive population
of useless human beings; barely illiterate and blunt in knowledge
Buried deeply in the starkness of crude and vulpine culture,
These bestow to me the synergy to love you O! My dear tarzanic Africa,
Your excessive cult of dictatorships that glitter in aura of democracy,
Sending your sons and daughters to miserable powerlessness,
Devoid of governance in abundance of power and money corruption,
Financing and cementing torture chambers for the voices of reason,
Building my pedestal on which I stand to execute
My cornucopia of love for you dear Africa, an avatar of Satan,
As you are prone and spread eagled in a defenseless stretch
Against all the ****** condemning your self to ideological turmoil,
I still do love you in supercilious superfluity my dear Africa.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Blowing a plume of toxic smoke. Into the nebulous reflection of a pallid wasted face He grinsfrom ear to ear. The blood painted vulpine smile of a lunatic clown. The mirror image confuses the conflicted. Yet it speaks rancorous truths This is a very special day indeed. Fruitcake Day. We have all been released from the cages The human zoo has opened the gates of hell. Party hats are donned by the very special people as they walk about doomed to mortality. Let them enjoy brief moments of light. Placid and placated. Walking in a daze. Give them Thorazine lollipops and free passes. The bat cages are lying in wait
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
The carers of clock tower.
Dark this morning.
Mornings lights switching on as work motions, the end of night.
Going into the city,
Spying twitching curtains, of forward moving city lights.
Smoke hangs grey in the cold air above the refinery.
An early photographer catches the lights in his lens.
Sadly, a dead fox curled up on the carriageway greeting eternal sleep.
Foxy for one escaped daily drudgery.
Greeted by overnight headlights.
He bade the world a perfect goodnight.
And so my daylight came.
From the night bus, I stepped into day.
From the kerbside my day was done, someone cleared the fox away, his vulpine body was gone.
(c) Livvi
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
You trustworthy fox
You sly paradox
Cunning enough to commit thievery
Stealing something that I couldn't even see
I willingly gave it without consent
Through an act that I thought was pretend
You've gotten what was hidden so secure
You've stolen what I consider a great treasure
You've attained what has never been procured
You've taken it, now you're my cynosure
You crafty and honest vulpine
You've easily swiped what was mine
You've gained something which I was unaware of
You've captured my heart and obtained my love
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
A gliding entity between ecstasy, my eyes grew from seeds
to inversely unbounded trees, oxidizing, breathing into the collective
a collection eclectic; the ripening ages convene the gods' pallette
so mortal and clean. From the vantage of mauve mountains,
beholders pressed through the ravine. "The bewildered be wild"
She crooned on to me.
Deepening the night, scintillant ancestors dug
with Light, unearthing cherished retinal prints.
The vulpine maw imposed no sin, indigo glow
and a patina sheen, feral bliss had greased
the chain. Lineages span millennia as scions cast
the sacred Heron, spear of the World beyond
the eros plane.
So She crooned on to me
Her sybilline Dream.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
the vulpine duopoly
did skew terrific results
for their monopoly
they've been so bullish
in fashioning such great ends
it is quite freakish
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
You are like a library, do you know that?
Going slowly crazy looking at endless spines,
enigmatic titles that I have not read everywhere,
purples, blues, reds, indigo,
I want to read you in each last word,
to suffer that impending end
Ah the smell of you in my mind,
the cloistered shadows in corners,
the silence of your vulpine smile,
Glittering crystals on book covers,
gilded writings in gold and silver for miles,
Soft covers, hardbacks
I am in a labyrinths, a maze,
Creative soft chairs are begging,
Come sit and grow,
Visions of other worlds,
Sun stars rotating,
You inspire my secret smile,
My shadows are dancing,
Reading, reading **** it
I miss you
─ © Arnay Rumens 2016
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
I don't know if it's a deity
or the DMT
DMing me
that it's my enemy
and that it sent me this
feeling of emptiness
in blank fields with no flowers
or green grass
just concrete towers
and broken glass
digging into my feet
agony during delete
dragging me to a steep
cliffside leap
this gift I reap
and drift to sleep
until I can't leave
the unending sea
bending me
its entropy
entering
like a centipede
frenetically
slinking down my spine
like a vulpine down a vine
no wine
or ****
can slow down its speed
no way to impede
what makes me bleed
which makes me seethe
seething to believe
there's nothing underneath
my broken glass feet
just an ash heap
I'll see lastly
before passing.
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 10:51 PM UTC
The blue haze of the dawn in the cold hours of the morning.
I have many uncertainties and wish i could be in the cover of home.
Only the neon lights divide the darkness of early morning and I turn to see the horse, is she lame.
As if she was dormant, as if she awaits to be ridden out over the downs of suburban England.
The first one home wins and I am the loser, In the yard I have lost the morn, Hours of work and years of pain.
I turn to catch her eyes that reflect sadness of our selves,
The night held a thousand faces, so callus, vulpine and cold, she turns her face as she lays down, and the sun gold's upon the gray.
I hold on for life as she turns her shoulder and throws me apart
showers of thought and for one moment the race had been mine for a day.
The stable door colours itself with Aubrey, violet and auburn, glow in its presence and feel her tear in the bottom of her heart.
As the gallops fade into distant perspective their head down, hearts slow in the smoke of their breathe now ever present, My my Liside forgive me, Un-tack her, unlock her and leave her be.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 8:40 AM UTC
Those vulpine eyes
and crooked smile
could hold my thoughts steady.
The sky is missing a maiden,
and the sea is missing its robe,
but sheltered are you,
in the mists and tears of
a time when I was loved
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize
That Beauty is vain.
Do you realize
Your heart is home ..to me
Do you realize
Can't hold all this weight
Do you realize
Everyone you know someday ..will die?
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 3:20 AM UTC
Dark and gelid
A chill of fear runs up my spine
With my death, I flirted
How he snuck, so vulpine.
My captor had me bound
Before I realized
The ropes he put around
Would leave me incised
I tugged and I screamed
In the silver moonlight
While he reamed,
I swore I would fight
I am not a princess
By birth, nor blood, nor right
But I have a fierceness
A silent kind of might
My ropes then I rend,
And I am free again.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:55 AM UTC
Me and my Imagination,
We have this relationship where it feeds my mind with delicacies so sweet,
So tender,
Unlike anything my eyes have seen, my ears heard,
My nose smelt, my tongue tasted,
My fingers felt.
It dishes out and dishes out and yet I turn its fruits away.
—No, I say to it. I will taste of you later. I have a million and one things to do.
"Like what?" It bellows.
"What else have you to do but set eyes on these things foreign and curious I show you?"
"What else have you to do but meet these characters,
the vulpine elegant, the kind troubled,
the frenzied queen, the servant king?"
"What else have you to do than trod through melting clouds,
Traipse through deep marshes,
Trek through a city as quiet and solemn as a graveyard
and rove through a spring that collapses into a vast, vast transparent sea?"
But I—
"But what!?"
"Are you afraid of me?
Do you not like these travels?
These adventures?
These strange and peculiar wonders!?"
I do but—
"Why do you forsake me?
You trap me!"
Please! Calm dow—
"No! You deprive me!
A thousand stories I have fixed,
A thousand you have thrashed.
If not you, my genius I want the world to know.
My worlds, the world to see!
My characters, man to meet!"
I cannot—
"Enough of you!
Bile, and tar,
and poison and weeds I add to the cauldron!
Mix, mix and steer!
To sicken your thoughts and dreams, day and night, I shall!
'til cold sweat breaks upon your forehead,
and fright amaze your mind 'til pen to paper you put!"
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
the fox spotted me;
as i rounded the corner
bags of groceries
jostling awkwardly
clutched in one fist
oblivious as i rummaged
the depths of my pocket
for the front door key
with the other
long before i spotted it;
that vulpine form
sleek and crafty
elusive yet stark
amongst these surroundings
more often heard
seldom seen
fleetingly at that
in the time that
it took me to recognise
this incursion
of the majesty of animal
upon the mundane of man
to stop and take notice
and give the underappreciated
the moment it deserved
to marvel as a child might
that cunning visitor had
already turned tail
determined and decided
it took its chosen course
without pause
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
In the existence
You will
Find your bliss
With the essence of pepper
A simple passage of paper
Of the vociferous vulpine in the green forest
Unseen in this coniferous leaf
Cerulean eyes gaze at the frozen lake
Miracles of Strangers
Foxes running from every empty glass of water
Taking away the serried scenes of defafening silence
There must some way to keep this away
From the authorities
I must confess
I have been deprived
It has been for long
But, not for eternity
With the same breath
I turn
My life
My love
Peace walks among shadows of crowds that you can't explore
Type so slow, I probably haven't typed a word
I'm censored
I'm spoken
I'm in love
In the beleaguering bliss
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC