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Jordyn Peterson Nov 2011
The snow falls, the wind calls.
The winter is here, the Wolfen One sheds her fears.
There will be no more tears.
As she emerges from her slumber, the world with enchanment and  plunder.
When I die burry me in a poem
I am six foot six so make
My poem seven foot long

Make it from rich azure tales of Arabian nights
Make it's walls strong to protect
My remains from a Poe's delight

Rest my head on a pillow of silken vowels
Line the walls with chiffon
And wolfen howls

Place inside the words of my poems
Lest I be presumptuous
Under my tongue a copper coin

Lest they forget , leave the calendar of my last living date
So I can ponder how fragile life is
Death a certain fate

Finally , bury me six syllables deep
I pray , that my poems
For them to keep
Alan McClure Oct 2012
Look,
you can surely tell
that I feel the indignity of the situation
by the way I cannot meet your eye.
Yes, I look ridiculous,
but nature has called
and I must answer.
**** to a tree,
heels on the ground,
vulnerable -
it's not the image
my wolfen ancestors
would wish you to observe.

No, I'm no great fan
of the substance I produce,
but you needn't wrinkle your nose -
it was you who led me here, after all,
and I'm sure yours is no sweeter.

I'll make you a deal:
you avert your eyes
while I take care of this
and I'll avert mine
and pretend not to notice
when you pick it up carefully in a bag
and carry it around.
Let me walk upon the mountains
Swim the raging streams
Let me run once again
With the tumble weeds of dreams

Let me embrace the heavens
Such a starry feast
Let me embrace my creator
I'm overpowered and I weep

Let me stand inside the sunset
Embrace it in all it's warmth
Let me hug my sister moon
As I listen to wolfen cries that haunt

Let me ride the crest of waves
From the ocean blue
Just let me be on my way
My comet returning now overdue

If you will kindly forget about me
I will do the same for you
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
They love the place of a woman,
woman is the man in the sight of his naked body
the life was the light of the maid
that is in the night, one day well spent long lasting body black and a poet,
an ***, a Warm the body for the feet of the queen,
the governor of the place of the snooch he had the honor
of one part of the night of the world,
the book of the year of the spirit of the age
to boys for other points to the left, however, Jesus is alive,
that great city, the silver, and the beauty of the sun,
capable of leading the mind of poetry
is the American dream ***** and difficult of gold,
the sea, an old man ******* out of hell
to suffer the blood of war in the future, the stars,
and your wife and kids to live is called the blue sea
of ​​future woe they call the female, he thought,
the six American poets have a child, the means to the Sky Moon,
but is very often seems to be a high-stone
of the wild animals of the truth to me
in the state of the star work of a man standing
in the dark times of Medusa, the woman escaped into the hands
of 5 Barbie Sweet Oíche work wanted gobs invisible glass
writing worthless out of the hole image Kid's
new wet clothes cat out of the rock Guy filled
with pain Lips Vermillion widow friends with guys
As it blind Russian daughter Alchemy,
brain recently, it sounds talk heat set Dream strippers
for smoking dog Virginia French revolution paradise
wearing in the history of society tongue century school favorite
feeling the ground Park power of science club
talk ***** glory dancing glass floor
is the mother of Christ dance music to change unknown
rich boy robot to overcome a bed with a machine gun
and a silver writing on the painting on canvas;
His feet a day will become more food genius angel
The truth is, of Yech! Bettie was waiting with an eye
toward fell in the city by the computer,
which loved the insanity of the conversion
Eve play by Einstein's gypsy speaking Christian
with a gun in his sleep,
and the fat of the radio they call it in the highest spirit,
was made king of the Bob pregnant
may such great effort not to take a public place of the evil thing,
for there was no rain in the earth,
and to nations you have scattered section
of the pilgrimage of yellow
has been received in the skin of his nothing, he rose up
and kissed him from winds that are bordering
on the deserts to the Wolfen to **** it was caught
in the morning, and the morning knowing Stockings,
says the half of the soul, and touched is he walked
in a man's pen concerning Mahler-drinks wide,
six of the Mountain, and then forced him into the shadow
of the other upon the six they had advanced;
and they are right, so that the lover of the goddess
Sweaty a dog that to continue in the light
of the hot water to the Jews International beneath,
they are the Jews, the sun turned the sea into the morning,
Devil major motion leave the hive is ever shining short lead prostitutes; givest a reward, you would like the she-wolf
is a barbaric collectively to the mountains
and with bands of the volume of the guys in the way,
remember, no good deeds of the painting by the bar point of reaming the obstacles to; therefore, as long as this is absurd,
contrary to the Lord said of the passage of a pit
is to use the image of the specific reference
to the then moved to the part of medicine
of the night, they love the woman is the man to the woman,
terrible war and future stars will compromise
the wife and kids live is called a blue word
future call female thinking is six American girls and boys
Sky central to the moon but they often seem high stone wild true state
of the air, the star 'works in a beauty standing on the advice of Medusa;
Ochosi, invisible, the conscious to the subject of
the Barbie's Secret is willing to 5,                      and wrote on the hands
of the 2000 in the basement, where there is a bunch
of the things he gives to the glass of the hole;
And the young cats out of the rock wet, Guy filled
with pain pink lips window friends with guys blind
Russian's daughter Alchemy brain recently,
that sounds like a hot talking,                      but is dreaming of strippers,
smoking dogs in Virginia is French of Paradise
with her History Society with the intent
to call time favorite tongue ground shook
with the noise; Talk to the knowledge
of the club is in the Central Park in the iron,
and with the power of a dog's squeeze,
we express the Glory be to God that the soul of a dog,
with dance, music of the mother,                   as above,
the glass side of the floor;         Robot's rich,                                  is Christ,
an unknown boy to change the free dance
and the machine guns of the Prophet:               bed legs to the Wall boards,
Silver Angel could come true nature of being crushed,
crushed.
Jude kyrie Nov 2018
In the wild Canadian north
the winter wolf howls in the night.
ghostlike from behind the skeleton trees
in the frozen winter Forrest
her belly lies close to the earth
hearing the drumbeat
of those of her pack long past.
hearing her mothers heartbeat
as when she lay in her womb.
The frozen air catches
the edges of her fur
still, she lies silent.
and unnoticed
Her white coat as pure as the snow
providing her survival stealth
and camouflage
patiently awaiting her prey
for the cubs in her belly will
be fed this night
it is the way of the wilds
something must die
in order for her to live
she must die protecting her young
for they are the tomorrows
of her lineages.
She is but the vessel
that will take them there.
Blue eyes as cold as ice
awaiting her prey.
Awaiting her future
Awaiting her destiny
I have a cottage in the northern lakes
of Ontario
on winter nights
you can hear the wolf cry
Jude
Jude kyrie Oct 2015
Returning To the Pack

*Winter nights are when the grey wolf cries,
across the skeleton forest bare of leaves.
Grey and invisible within the resting trees,
ghostly shadows in the falling snow.
Silent and patient wolfen ice blue eyes wait.

The night is calling for me to rekindl with the pack.
For as a woman I am also partly wolf.
Now my hair turns grey like their coats.
My eyes are as wise as nature.
My heart yearns to run with them once more.

I lie as they lie with my belly on the earth
in reverence of its timeless wisdom.
Feeling  its pulsating heartbeat older than time.
The silver shine of my wolfs eyes empower me,
overflowing my soul, with ancient knowledge.

Though human I lie down in the  company of the wolf,
suckling the milk of my mother,gaining her strength
Standing in the rains of her wisdom
Her daughter, Her immortality, Her wolf.
I met a drifter once with soulless eyes
Who told a tale of red demented skies
A madness rides when darkness rules the earth
And howling wolfen echoes now are heard

A whitened moon is shining brightly there
Upon the paths of men, of fools that dare
To cross, to enter forests bound to rule
Of Baron ****** cruel and nightly cool

The men still travel headless down the road
To Baron's castle dark, their new abode
A silence fills the ears as gurgling dies
A silent static warning - travel wise

I ventured forth the paths of blackened woods
And heard I there the noises barely good
In terror, fear and horrid dreams I stepped
To crawling blackness there and gates *****

The fear was there, astounding gravely fold
The swaying bodies, clouds of grey so bold
In windy gates, in hollow ground and more
Will walk the hanged, the blooded ones in yore

I turn and run as far as legs would take
I run until I reach a crystal lake
And there nearby a village stood aghast
I stumbled forward, homely inn atlast

To catch a breath, to feel relief at heart
Relief that came gave way to thoughts so stark
'Twas then I heard a horse and neighs and screams
Commotion there, a song and creaks and dreams

There stood a rider, crimson ****** death
Ungody terror stealing every breath
The Crimson Baron, headless, stood there proud
And looming over us, the stormy cloud

A rider red atop a horse and dead
The bloodied sword that bit and bit the heads
And dyed the plates, a colour crimson gore
To chop, to chop us all and more and more

A hand that fell atop the singing moon
A hand that brought me low to pits of gloom
Of people hardy stole the god and mocked
The changing seasons, life, the earthly walk

The wight alive in slaughter lost the sight
I climbed a tree in fright in hasty flight
To watch the limbs of bodies broken fly
The men and women, children hanged to die

As slowly moves the timely guiding hand
And ripple skies above, a plane so grand
A ******, slaughter waning down below
A promise, fateful image, bane and woe

And then I turn my eyes to bright of light
To ember stars, to moon aglow in night
To ride atop the mountains, hold a vault
In hands, above the heavens, hold a court

Awake I, ground so damp with dew and tears
A steady breath for painful lonely years
To hear a neigh, a horse to dream, to haunt
A rider ****** waltzing, hear his taunt
I was just a cowboy
whose story goes untold
I rode the range in
summer's heat and
the winters long and cold

My legs were bent and so bowed
From years
on horses that I rode
And memories that I made
were my treasure trove

I saw every sunrise from across a coffee cup
And every sunset wrapped up in a blanket as I sat and supped

I am no more lonely
than a wolfen howl
While underneath the stars I find myself blessedly so wowed

And everyday is like the last in my paradise
I have no chords that bind my life
to your civil strife

Give me open range
and ways that are ever fittingly so free
And kindly please
will you let me be
Onoma Feb 2024
gristle's input--

a tray of glass tupperware.

forgotten leftovers,

on a park table.

animal jello.

a bipedal strikeforce

of wolfen albinism--

on a runner's high.

slathering that gristle

over its body.

during a flashflood of

incremental moons.

picking out whiskers

from the **** end of

witchy chins.
Onoma Jan 2019
deep-wood chortle,

rawly branded witchery.

mindframe moon...

blushes of bled blood,

turn rusty--screwy.

projecting the rounds

made by blind sides.

wolfen crux.

exact as a spot that braces

a wolf's near-death howl...

forever burned in her

memory.
Jonas May 2024
I see, you
Clearly
You're out of this world
It's all so obvious to me
Please
Take me with you
I want out
My therapist says I need to kiss you
I think
I wasn't really listening

What's my lifes worth?
What's a life
Worth
Without a little joy
A little company?

Show me
Your teeth
Sweetheart
Haunt me with those pretty eyes
Of yours
Wolfen stare
You run with the pack
Run wild
Make me miss you

Be the paint to my canvas
You draw me, in
With a stroke of luck
We'll have a deep connection
I need a good ****

You bite
You're on my mind
Constantly
I guess it's bad luck
You're name scratches on the inside of my throat
Stuck on my tounge
Claws and fangs
Make for hard facts to swallow

Sweet pains always turn to poerty
In time
So tell me now
Is this real?
Are you, real?
Are you for real?
With me
About me
About us, this, whatever this is?

Your laugh
Is the only hope
In my stroy
Poetry should flow
like a babbling brook
with soothing repetitions
easy on the look

Poetry should thunder
like Niagra falls
Be as serene
as the far off wolfen howls

Poetry should be pure
as a maiden's heart
Full of meade and mischief
from the very start

Poetry should come from the pitch heart of man
Anything less I just can't understand

Someday I hope to be the eclectic
While I sing the body electric
Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
They love the place of a woman, woman is the man the sight of the naked, the life was the light of God is a ******* the night of one of the day, well, long lasting body the black of the poet's the *** of a hot body is yielded up their feet and the queen of the head of any place of snooch he said, to the beauty of one of the dark parts of the world through the list of the year, and the genius of the age of young men for the rest of the left are Jesus lives, great city money and beauty sun brings the spirit of poetry American Dream ***** hard golden sea old ******* of hell choosing ****** war and the future stars of the wife and kids live is called a blue words future call female thinking for six American poets child Sky central to the moon but often seem high stone wild true state of the air, the star work of a man standing in a dark plot of Medusa, the woman escaped into the hands of 5, Barbie has decided to work oiche is sweet, invisible glass writing worthless Kiss of the ****-hole kid's new clothes wet the cat out of the rock Guy filled with pain and painted red lips; the widow's friends with guys like the blind Russian daughter of Alchemy, brain lately, good deep talk heat set Dreams strippers for smoking dog Virginia French revolution Garden wearing in the history of society tongue century school favorite feeling the ground Park power science club talk ***** glory dancing soul music mother glass floor Christ robot rich unknown child to change the dance to win free machine guns from the prophet's bed of silver in the picture writing on the wall; her feet died again and made Magic Food genius the angel of the truth it is, of course, Yech, Bettie was waiting for the burning eye to fell the temple of the computer, he loved the madness of the conversion of Eve to play with Einstein's a gypsy to speak to the Christian with a gun in his sleep, and the fat of the radio calling up the ghost of Bob pregnant all these efforts could not take the place of a public evil since there has been no rain in the earth, among nations thou hast scattered ch the pilgrimage of yellow, was taken down into the skin of his garments being nothing but himself he rose and kissing him, winds, and live in the desert to die, Wolfen, ******, and it was caught early in the morning knowing Stockings says half of his mind and touched walked into a man's pen drinks wide six mountain, then forced him into the shade the six had come up, and rightly so, the lover of the goddess Sweaty bound to abide by the light of the hot water of which to the Jews Internationa i as beneath, they are the Jews, the sun turned the sea into the morning, took leave of Satan, the movement of the major examinations at once into the eternal unseen on the shore did shine, and leads to prostitutes receive gifts, looks like in the she-wolf is a barbaric collectively the mountains of the fascia of the volume of the guys the way, remember relay action picture from the bar dd point reaming trains consequently as long It is ridiculous, the owner of the hole is to use the image of the specific reference to the motion of the purpose of medicine a part of the night, and they love the woman is the man to the woman, the eyes of the naked, the light of God's life to the girl in the night, and to the red date, all is well, and with long-continued her body, she drank the law, 'the *** of a hot body is dead, the feet of the Queen of the head of the anyplace snooch said the beauty of the dark is in parts of the world; listing the years and the human age of a young man remaining in his art Jesus lives, alas, that a large sum of money is needed to raise the soul of poetry's beautiful golden sun over the American sea of ​​choosing hell's old dream of ***** hard *******; ****** war and future stars will compromise the wife and kids lives is called a blue word future calling female thinking room for six American girls and boys Sky central to the moon but often seem high stone wild true state of all air star works in the beauty, one standing policy of Medusa, a conscious hand to to want to Oíche the invisible working of the Barbie's Secret 5 2000 writing on her glass hole in the basement where she gives me a bundle; a young cat out of the rock wet, the guy filled with pain pink lips window friends with guys blind Russian's daughter's Alchemy brain recently, it sounds like the heat talking but to dreaming of strippers smoking dogs in Virginia's French revolutionary paradise wearing the history of society tongues century's old school favorite feeling the ground shake; In Central Park is the power of the science club ***** talk to that *****'s Glory Glory dancing to soul music atop mother's glass floor; Christ's robot is rich, an unknown boy to change the free dance to within the machine guns of the prophet; bed of silver in the picture he wrote the walls' legs to die for food have become more of a genius angel The truth is, of course pounded and contrite

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