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Enchantress.by Alex Tanner

 

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March 2024 Contest Winners!

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Mother Nature  contest  was won by Lavender with the poem To My Monarch and Her Milkweed

03/24 New Member Contest was won by lostLA with the poem insights of a orphan

03/24 I Was Bullied was won by Candlewitch with the poem Ramming Speed!

03/24: What My Best Friend Gave Me was won by  Mark with the poem What My Best Friend Gave Me

03/24 Looking At The Stars was won by Alaethia D with the poem Dear Heart, One More Time

03/24 My Favorite Pet was won by  Alex Tanner withy the poem My Pal Jet.

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Moonlight memories

Tok-odio-dioooo! Summoned the troupe
Responses came like echoes
Playgrounds witnessed get-togethers
In praise of the Great Architect
For the gift of moon and her light

Stories of tortoise in exploits
Brave lion caught in his greed
Smart wise saying had their leads
Lessons of the ages embedded in them
Convention of healthy culture preserved

Word Hole

"moonlight on the snow slips in sideways
dreamlike
a dollhouse in a boxcar rolling south,
wandering too long, the cold saddens"

I am talking to myself, but the cats are sane

I huddle under 60 watts of halo
like a cop interrogation of the 50's
and the world as we know it
disappears into
the cropped
dark
edge

word games begin
re-assembling lies

deep I slide (so the scenario goes)
cursing my way downward
spitting torches from a gin soaked cigar

Rolling Stone

Suck me in your vortex
gorge me in those rapids
plunge me to the depths
grind me on the rolling stones
soak me in the orgasmic eruptions
to feel
what torments you
or is it
your coming of age
a celebration of teeming emotions
seeking release in a coitus
then meandering in the aftermath
with gentle waves wetting your loins
let me then tremble
with each ripple in your womb
to sense
your freedom from pubescence
and joy of riverhood
greening the pastures
let me be

Ahab 2014

Ahab 2014

Mental archipelagoes protect my disbelief
pristine island fortresses of mind
surrounded by odd currents where dark creatures prowl a reef
that is the one and only of its kind

blasphemous iniquities have driven me insane
and fabricated lies I can’t control
delivered by euphoric mutants as a mad refrain
that echos through the canyons of my soul

upswing

on noticing I had regressed
I obliged by becoming depressed
my toe stubbed a rock
my head took a knock
and the need for a smile was addressed

Because You Are Human (The Right Word WS)

Man!
I see you
in the beauty of
the super moon,
in summer's boons,
and in the evergreens.

I see you
in the strength
of the water falls,
in thunder's sound,
and in the storms.

I see you
in the softness
of the snow flakes,
in May's buds,
and in autumn's tumbling leaves.

I see you
differently
in different moons,

because
you are human!!

Workshop: 

e X t o r t s h u n n e d

polished
I saw the glimmer
the shiver thrust
on the balls of your feet
Ive been in my coffin waiting
coming awake
with the streets sizzle alive
When the dust
sifts down through the
nettles

the buttons shoved through
the slots on the nails
like your erect happy nipples
the fire warming in the womb
stretched in the fine denim

Resonance

As the Leaf trembles when
Wind Blows
I tremble as his voice
Echoes

I'm in With a Shout....

I’m in With a Shout…..

I want to be a writer
but my heads not right,
a poets the best I’ll ever be.
I’ve always been a fighter
but this is out of sight,
shit, what in hells wrong with me

To hear the screen hiss
or the keyboard’s tap,
is something I’d miss,
also pages as they flip n flap.

No good, time for a nap.

Wish I could meet the creator of thought,
I think they’ve got a piece of my mind.
Do you think they’ve ever been sought,
bet no ones tried cause they’re hard to find.

Tide

the cosmos
microscopic and colossal
performs a dance of spheres

within it -
the cyclic journey between
Temporal
and Now -

a mobius strip
filled with
countless consorts

I watch, with ease
the Tide
lap my feet

the currents tug
to where the stories go

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