Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Night's paranoia



Craved images of you
Taunts me like red flag waving over bull's head
I tell you
I am a boxer with mangled fists
Shooting eggs with guns
Downing shots, weary of your paranoia 

But you keep on whispering

Flood me like a lone streetlight amongst the darkness

I kiss you slowly 
with my swollen lips 
Fear clicks 
Like a lioness with belladonna in her eyes


night descends
on blooming moon flowers,
carrying a torch 


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Anthony Desmond ~ 
Thanks for the visit ~
Picture credit:   Here

31 comments:

  1. I feel such warmth through every line.

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  2. There are those relationships that are dark, and that belladonna can be useful in the darkness of the night.. A paranoia fearing that click... Truly noir.

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  3. Intense and dark - a poisonous love addictive like the belladonna. Wonderful work with these lines you chose and the story you wove around them.

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  4. Your closing haiku was superb. You used a lot of his sentence prompts, yet totally weaved them into your own views; scary yet romantic.

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  5. Mysterious and ever so slighty disturbing. If you don't mind one small suggestion: I think you could find an alternative to the red flag over the bull's head image in the second line - it's a bit too 'what one might expect'. You are usually so good at surprising us with unexpected images...

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  6. Bravo!! omg you did phenomenal with this lines... you told a bold story and nothing feels out of place here.

    My fav: I am a boxer with mangled fists
    Shooting eggs with guns
    Downing shots, weary of your paranoia

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  7. As i look around
    the bars of moon
    flowers now
    truly it
    has never
    been more
    difficult
    to be
    a lover young
    now than ever before...
    no longer a world for romance..
    for sure...
    heArts lost
    in moonlight
    stimulating gloom...

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  8. That third stanza is so powerful. I can't even begin to describe the feelings and emotions it triggers! :-)

    Greetings from London.

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  9. Fantastically powerful imagery - the streetlight amongst the darkness, the lioness with belladonna in her eyes. Wow, what a glorious poem.

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  10. Somehow I visualized and abused women who could not extricate herself from a relationship that was so addictive. Powerful and evocative.

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  11. Somehow I visualized and abused women who could not extricate herself from a relationship that was so addictive. Powerful and evocative.

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  12. Wonderfully power driven imagery.

    Your words sing like an ocean of beautiful waves and sounds. :) Brilliant!

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  13. Well, I probably need to go take a shower now.
    Hot. I did not see abused women as V did. I saw the madness that is
    love, which is the way I kinda went too. It leads us to some crazy places.

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  14. This made me smile AND I love the image!

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  15. Crazy in love....I remember that.

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  16. A bit of scary can up the anty? Right? lol

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  17. Scary but amazing Grace, love it!
    hugs!

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  18. This relationship waves a few red flags...when fear clicks it might be time to carry the torch somewhere else.

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  19. The last two stanzas are my favorites. But I especially take note of the closing line; I think you're saying you're still carrying a torch for someone.

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  20. Wow, amazing poem...you found the perfect title and picture too!

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  21. Love can be dangerous and one might need boxing gloves in the heat of the moment. That torch carries on...

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  22. this speaks a bit like secrets and intense emotions......beautiful!! loved the last lines....

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  23. Echoing Anthony.... My fav: I am a boxer with mangled fists
    Shooting eggs with guns
    Downing shots, weary of your paranoia

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  24. Gorgeous. I'm haunted by "a boxer with mangled fists."

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  25. I like how you brought it home at end.








    ALOHA
    ComfortSpiral
    =^..^=

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  26. I very much like the way you ended this poem, Grace. It has your special sensual touch ....the I am a boxer line fits perfectly

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  27. Atmospheric and enchanting while retaining a hard edged emotionality, very impressive! Unfortunately things have gotten busier for me with 3 classes this semester, work, travel, volunteering, and trying to sell my house. Had to take a poetry breather today; loved reading your lines again.

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