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Naked Trees (November Contest lol)

Oh wonders of Novembers view
Trees stripped bare I thought of you
As forked trees caught my eyes
A bare bum reflected should I pry

Its trunk seemed to be a figure true
Two branches reaching for the blue
I had to smile here’s the reason why
An artist his skill had to apply.

Someone in their brightest hour
Painted a pair of knickers there
Now I cannot look at a tree
Bared in its winter coat for me

For When She Owns The Place

I can write you in the dream ministry
And the yellow ledger it has on
these porch skeletons and the diamonds
that hatch on your deserted moon villa
On the song you whisper in a siren’s tune
The kindle of an Indian fire and the phantasy light
sleeping on the church lawns
I will shine your face with a genie lamp
awaiting the hours you attend
When night turns spooky
You are half a chill
a perfumed blade near blue musk
This haunting with a kiss
In the museum’s scandal
in the madness, a thousand drowning

A Thought

Can you understand?
The power of a thought,
That violates and burns,
A hole till it's rot.
An enemy, a slave,
A captive, a coward,
That turns on you- betrays,
And eats away your power.
Can you understand?
The racing of a heart,
That beats and beats,
To tear you apart.
The air that you breathe,
Searching for relief,
With each breath deepening,
Your sanity weakening,
Until that breathing- stops.
Stops to relieve,
The temporary prison,
That is your own mind.

ANYTHING FOR ATTENTION (Nov. Contest)

On the same corner every day
stands one slender as can be.
Occasionally her form might sway
almost with sexuality.

Too many folks have passed her by
hardly giving her a glance.
Perhaps they can not even see
that she just needs a chance.

Until at last in desperation
as coolness tints the autumn air
she changes her garb's coloration
in hope that folks will see her there.

AM I A CHILD OF LABOUR?

I was born
Under the stars
That's what
My mother told me.
She said she is in pain
Now that the lords have commanded,
To take me away.
Saying I was,
destined to work.
I shouldn't study,
I shouldn't play.
Because I'm meant for work,
And that's why I had to stay.
But when I grew up,
I wished to run away.
Go to my mother,
And ask why she left.
She'll have tears in her eyes,
And would say it was all a theft.
Would it be the fear in her mind,

I will not have you carry the weight of my world

I will do my best to carry the weight of my world on my shoulders
when you are not here, I will brave
the emptiness of bright days that I have not the power to fill
and the loneliness of nights when I cannot keep my heart warm
and I will learn to hold myself with these two arms
and feel the ribs beneath my skin
naked body curled up beneath my sheets
to remind me that I am all that I have

NAKED Trees (November Contest)

Why do you choose to take that form?
Oh you this beautiful thing!
What you seed, are beautiful and attractive.

But we humans are disrespectful.
Only if you could cover them!
But you choose to uncover them

You not greedy like the humans
What a unique being you are!
Why that form, I ask again?
Or maybe you choose to disguise like that
You really don’t look NAKED to me.

The Curse of the Sign

To be loved by all
But wanted by none
This is the curse of the sign.

Patiently waiting its turn at affection
But shutdown every turn it gets.

The perspiration of desperation dripping down it's sullied face
Drip Drop, Drip Drop
And still it cries out in anguish, in pain
But nobody gives a damn, watching it drown in its tears
This is the curse of the sign

Hoping, praying for something, anything to show it some care.
But there it remains for neglect
To dwell in squalor and pain
Drip Drop Drip Drop

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THIS ONE IS NOT THE ACTUAL ONE FOR THE NOV CONTEST
LEARNING STAGE ONLY

Seeds Root-Trunk-Branches –
soft feathery leaves
raindrops
small still

you forgot
the lanky trunk
the stem
the straighter
the harder one
lest you are not
an Aussie*

now they* say
have you
rooted

hopefully you do understand
metaphorically
do thee
Okay ye

Free me again

Your every touch is sensual,
it brings me deep sensations
that give me great arousal ,
so much that I can't control the emotions.

With you every moment,
my joy becomes boundless.
Your body's rythymic movements
attest your romantic prowess.

My heart now lies in your cage,
savouring daily your slavery .
My heart is in love rage.
I can't control the fury.

Am enthralled by your love,
even when I try to escape,
my heart won't move ,
without you it can't cope.

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