Thirsting
By Leslie Noyes
we slept for eons
awakened then by a kiss
thirsting for true love.
hungry we scrabbled
tortured by cloistered trappings
tongues seeking life’s blood.
submit, our lovelies,
slake our thirst, break these shackles
join in ecstasy.
I’m a long time fan of the vampire tale. Scary, sparkly, ghastly, gory, romantic, rascally, I love them all. Except for the silly ones. They just piss me off. Vampires don’t do vaudeville.
Peace, people!
A long time ago
In a galaxy far, far away
A scoundrel and his wookie
Swooped in to save the day.
I could sure use a scoundrel
To besmirch my reputation
And if he’s just like Han
There’ll be no hesitation.
Peace people!
peace beside still pond
days filled with autumn’s glory
golden leaves remain
This photograph was taken by my friend Kelly Cavitt Dupler. She seems to be my muse.
I tell you this
with great hope
and trepidation.
we are not meant
to withstand such
excesses in love.
so indulge me in
a more meaningful
conversation.
and we’ll explore
the boundaries set;
enough is enough.
i am unsure if my
heart is capable
of this affection,
and even were it so
surely yours would
crumble with strain.
simple love is best,
you see, with fewer
forms of dereliction,
best to love with one’s
heart only, and neglect
the deeper kind of pain.
Back before man
We raised our voices
Prayers to the moon
When we were wolves.
Once on our own
We banded together
Hunted in unison
When we were wolves.
Lured by the warmth
Of campfires’ glow
Lulled by the murmur
Of humans in the dark
We were wild once
Now our lives entwine
With those who promised
We could still be wolves.
I’d read the meme shown above on Facebook and a friend thought it would make a good song. So I did my best to make it one.
Peace, people!
My attention span’s grown shorter
With time’s relentless trudge.
Predictably, my waist has widened
As have my hips and stately bust.
With no hesitation have I turned
To undergarments stout and bold
For Spanx has kept my jigglies firm
While years have turned my assets old.
cinderella danced
sleeping beauty slept for months
snow white cared for dwarves.
all in a day’s work
for princesses fair of face
haters gonna hate.
counting syllables
five, seven, then five again
sometimes those aren’t e-
(nough.)
mathematicians
find pleasure in haiku
where numbers still count.
Einstein, the poet?
relativity in words
theoretically.
go with the masses
everyone’s doing it, right?
conscience doesn’t count.
pardon our ignorance
our lockstep adherence, too;
fear breeds yet more fear.
thank you NRA
for skyrocketing gun sales
and paranoia.
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City girl always
dresses for dinner,
has drinks at six
at a cafe
by the river.
Country girl still
cooks biscuits
and gravy each
Sunday morning for
breakfast with family.
Come live here
in the big metroplex
City Girl pleads
to her rustic
relative.
We’ll dance ’til dawn,
and see the sights
chitchat with
politicians and rich
socialites.
No thanks, said the
Country Girl, I’m
happy out here,
but you come see me
and we’ll share a beer.
I’ll fry up a chicken
with all of the fixings
then we’ll sit on
the porch and solve
all the world’s issues.
I think I’ll pass,
City Girl said
I don’t think I’m
suited for a life
that’s so bland.
Praying for Eyebrowz 