Attending Swine – 22/24
The wind howled in the background
Like a coyote tea kettle
Begging for the attention of it’s attending swine
He descended the stairs, his hooves thudding
And stirred the pot once more
Front of House Love Song
(To be performed in the slightly nasal, up-beat style of a FOH speech before a theatre show.)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
Or rather, YOU, sir,
You wickedly handsome devil,
And welcome to this evening’s love song.
For your enjoyment
And before the performance begins,
We’d like to ask you
To make sure all mobile phones
(Mainly yours, you luscious man)
Are switched off
Or put on silent.
You won’t want anything to interrupt this,
You gorgeous, gorgeous boy…
Emergency exits are sited
In the flowing areas…
Here.
Here.
Here.
And here.
You won’t need them, though,
Will you?
You strike me as being in this for the long run, darling:
No quick exits for you!
And we’re glad to hear that;
So very, very glad!
This evening’s performance
Will last a lifetime, sir.
There’ll be laughter, tears and plenty of drama,
And some of it
(Or a great deal of it, should we say, darling man)
Will be of a highly adult variety.
Bet that brought a smile to your face, hmmmm, you naughty boy?
There will be no interval –
No break from this performance –
For we know that’s what you asked for
And it’s something we’re more than happy to provide.
Now all that’s left for us to say
Is sit back
And enjoy the show!
(Mwah!)
(c) Anne McMaster 2015
Love (hour 22)
A special kind of love for you and me
A special type of togetherness one cannot see
It wraps us tenderly in its web
And holds us gently in its cocoon.
Its hands are spread like fine gold
softly keeping us in its fold
Like silver thread it holds us together
Bonds like glue as its meant to last for ever.
though some times a thread will break
A new one is spun in its place
To bind our love closer and keep us strong
In a special world of love, where both of us belong.
Maggots <3 Dead Things
White and wiggly
And full of goo
Maggots are baby flies
Feeding on rotting
Flesh pie
First on the scene
When an animal dies;
Breathes through the same hole
Where it poos
White and wiggly
And full of goo
Water – 21/24
The water pours over my head,
I breathe it in
The hardness assures me that I am a nun now And no one will question that I am pure
Written in the 5am hour but late posting!! Netflix ate my Internet connection and I didn’t notice that it didn’t post. Sorry¡!:((
hour 16
As night falls and all is calm, the air is cool the moon lights up the sky
Looking up gazing at the stars oh there’s the big dipper and now a shooting star quick make a wish
It’s getting cold now I think I will go inside till morning and the sky turns blue
So good night from me to you
#22 – Germination
It starts in your Heart
Not the one beating in your chest
The one you’re holding in your hand
Sensitively,
Sensually,
So lovely
It starts in your Heart
Where all is drumming love
Pinch by pinch
To reach the cosmos
Inch by inch
Where all is gone through
Astral fears and dismisses
The cat is looking blue
Is missing his planet glue
To stand alone and be true
It starts in your Heart,
You know which one,
It’s called
Germination
Your Heart germinates
All it can, especially
When you’re not in there
It’s easier and safer
For your Heart to do so
It’s all happening despite of you
It’s called
Germination
It’s called
Germination
And from your Heart
In your hand
It’s a supplication
Your Heart
Calls
Germination
defining love
for centuries, poets and music makers
have sought the definition of love,
females of all ages, with list of deal breakers,
try to do anything that might give it a shove.
but they are looking in the wrong places,
expecting it to come with flowers and prose,
demanding it be attached to handsome faces,
or at least someone that compares them to a rose,
if they were to stop chasing fantasy and folly,
they would find it’s been all around them the whole time,
in the dirty fist offering a taste of a lolly,
in the sweet kisses from faces covered in grime,
in tickle soft touches from furry noses,
and butterfly wisps of whiskers.
love is not something you have to suppose
from grown up double speak and whispers,
it flies on the breezes with unexpected sneezes
and chubby armed hugs accompanied by “UP’s”
Love is not something you have to seek,
it is given, unasked, everyday of the week.
Power of Love
Love is the thing that ties us together
It makes us breathe inside
A warm feather,
As it connects in one
Soul and others
We can release a good energy
Through one’s body and mind
For the pressures come
When the heart fears
What the other causes
On a tigers eye forms tears
When we all are not loved
love rain
drown me in your love
kiss me in the rain three times
love pours over me