Everything Under the Moon

I think anyone who wears 4 inch stilletos, or finds them attractive, needs a psych consult. Personal opinion

Snow

Explore the metaphor...

Of Lawful Carnal Knowledge

Skirted Beauty, won't you say
what lies behind your satin wall?
To learn the secrets that you keep
I'll follow closely down the hall.

To the stairway and beyond,
I'll match your long and silky stride,
if only for a fleeting glimpse
of carnal knowledge that you hide.

And if by chance I catch a peek,
of this, My Love, you can be sure,
I'll tell no other man alive;
I won't betray a trust as pure...

as THAT you've finally given me,
the lucky one who followed through
to see at last the naked truth:
what's underneath is purely you!


-Wricker Dreadtemper

Just for fun...

Twinkies

Enriched wheat flour, niacin,
a folic acid kiss;
ferrous sulphate, thiamine,
a riboflavin twist;

syrup, sugar, fructose too,
hydrogenated soy
(So what, if only "partially"?),
canola oily joy!

Baking soda, sodium,
the gum of cellulose;
and whey before the leavenings,
some starch to keep 'em close;

a pinch of salt, then lecithin,
some monoglycerides,
then salt and salt and salt again
the bland diglycerides;

then pyrophosphate, calcium,
some polysorbate too,
a spritz of stearol lactylate;
at last we're nearly through!

To crown the spongy golden treats
and make them come alive,
a splash of color - forty red
and yellow number five!


-Wricker Dreadtemper

(Don't take my word for it; read the packaging!)

Twinkie is amazing, you wrote that? Very cool. ...nice job and dang, now I want one...right?
SWEET!
Bb, Firebird

firebirdflys wrote:Twinkie is amazing, you wrote that? ...

Thanks.

It's another one of the poems I wrote several years ago (early 2000's). Initially titled "Twinkie" (singular), it was originally formatted a little bit differently. The words and 'metric feet', however, have remained unchanged.

For better or worse, I've been pretty prolific over the past 13 years and probably have enough material to fill a few books.

The Vampire's Challenge

To this I challenge you, Celestial Light:
illuminate the corners of the mind;
eradicate the shadows you may find
of things invisible to mortal sight;
and show to those afraid to walk at night -
to those who'd rather be 'the willing blind' -
that “truth”, no matter how it is defined,
is little less alarming than my bite.


-Wricker Dreadtemper
(AKA: P.E. Merrick)

Litter Porn

Discarded, torn and crumpled up,
a wrapper in a swirling gust
has partnered with a plastic cup
to briefly share some gutter lust.

The former Snickers entering
the latter laying on its side
that still displays The Burger King...
then blown-off on a windy ride.

Along the curb they toss and turn,
entangled, thrashing all around,
to consummate without concern
their trashy meeting on the ground -

for one that sheathed a candy bar
and one once filled with Mountain Dew,
a brief encounter sweeter far
than any either ever knew.


-Wricker Dreadtemper

The Sculpted Fate of God

A lonely everlasting point of view,
amid the ebb and flow of lapping waves
that bear the palls to underwater graves
of all created near the restless blue,

a Sculptor works alone upon the shore -
a Make-shift Architect of watered sands -
a Master, notwithstanding filthy hands,
Who shapes the 'scrapers of medieval lore

to CRASH back down to earth in tidal highs -
to drown the castles in the deepest lows
that cause the Master's work to decompose,
denying only "Him" that sweet demise.

My God, how small and helpless must He be,
to watch as His creation's swept to sea?


-Wricker Dreadtemper

Unmarked

Let's walk between these cemetery stones

inscribed with all that matters in the end -

the names and dates above the buried bones

of lovers, family members, and our friends.

Let's pause before the smallest one of those -

a crumbling little block of chalky white

atop the grave for whom god only knows -

whose epitaph has faded out of sight.

Let's mourn this loss above all others here -

the loss of more than life for this unknown,

but also of the long-departed tears

of those who sadly placed this precious stone.


-Wricker Dreadtemper

Progress?

There was a time when gatherers allied,
collecting nature’s tasty potpourri,
without a clue to crack the mystery
their freely-grown nutrition held inside.

There was a time the hunter used to be
more cautious for the sake of his own hide;
when larger kills were really cause for pride -
true measures of his masculinity.

There was a time the warrior relied
on prowess more than high technology;
when stone and wood composed his weaponry,
and combat 'hand-to-hand' was bona fide.

Those times have given way to softer hands
and grossly overcrowded urban lands.


-Wricker Dreadtemper

A limerick in honor of this not-so-holy day...

Spirits O' the Season

Affectionately known as St. Paddy's
is a day for the lasses and laddies
to savor the head
of the Killian's Red
sans the grief from their mommies and daddies.


-Wricker Dreadtemper

Tears of Steel

A decked-out skater on the roll,
I skated past a sobbing soul,
the setting Sun revealed to me
a waterfall beyond control.

That twofold human mystery
sparked youthful curiosity;
I couldn't help but wonder why
he shed his tears so openly.

I flipped a b*tch and asked the guy,
"What happened, Man, to make you cry?";
I had another question too
or three on deck and standing by.

He raised an eye of red and blue
and looked at me as though he knew
the motivating thought behind
my questioning of this taboo.

"A grown man's cry...", he softly whined,
"is not among the shameful kind.
It takes some strength to show your tears
aren't corked and bottled in your mind...

and kept inside for deeper fears—
the thought of how 'a man' appears
to those who'd make a judgment call
based solely on one's fallen tears."

Then feeling just a little small,
still curious as I recall,
I had at least one question more
of which I would no longer stall.

"Hey, what's the super get-up for",
I bluntly asked the guy who wore
the oufit worn by Superman
throughout the DC comic's lore.


-Wricker Dreadtemper

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