Ghoul

A grey grimace stole across his ashen lips
as the hour struck twelve and the stalker awakened.
The desires of those who hunt him await the discovery
of yet another victim, to set them on the trail afresh.
In their secret hearts, he was the continuous pulsation
of life's blood, causing them to quicken and keeping them
sustained with the demanding lusts of his soul.

A little boy sits in a prison cell
in a land across the sea
everyone knows he is innocent
but nobody sets him free.

There are children down in Africa
whose bodies know only pain
not knowing when they will eat again
or why the bad men came.

Terrorists are in every corner
of the world today
speaking of God and using their bombs
and taking good people away.

Someone is lying wounded
a victim of a war
wondering where the love is
that’s supposed to save us all.

She moves in sultry undertones
fondles edges as she reads ...

her lips form sex in every word
the smile from her eye
says she knows I know ...

her fine neck-hair dances
in soft lights reflection
and I am given to hunger ...

need starts thumping
and I must listen;
statued to her being ...

my face begins to quiver
while breathing her voice
in quakes and tremors.

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Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay:
Valentinus offered up in faith.
Your deeds aren't known in our day.

In this life you wed young couples;
an act the Emperor would not permit.
And though your grace the monarch received,
your execution he did transmit.

Alas, with clubs and stones they came,
challenged by your fortitude great;
whose blows did not complete the deed -
your head severed at Flaminian's Gate.

You're the last frost flower of the fall
the first daffodil in early spring
a clear bell's ring that summons all
the sound of crickets when they sing.

I know that I'm not "all that"
and far from anybody's prize.
I'm old and lame and kind of fat.
Very ordinary in most eyes.

And yet each day I come awake
surprised to find that you're still here
so once again I can partake
of the vision which I hold so dear.

"LOVE"
Margaret Ann Waddicor
9th February 2011.

Oh love and painfulness,
its blows
take tolls of spells
and wedding bells to boot,
they hoot their sounds
through all our lives,
their music, sighs and groans,
as trials accost our thoughts and lives,
and we decide to roam the skies,
for answers to the tests,
as if they were the pests
that drive us mad,
and yet they are the stories that are sad,
romantic, beautiful and glad.

I lose myself looking into those eyes
The brightness looks to me
like embers of a burning fire
I hear from your lips no lies
I know this love is no satire

Forever looking in the eyes
The burning wells of my heart’s desire
This feeling never dies
My love will never tire

Its 2 o’clock
Still your eyes hold a passion
When we meet on the dock

When will you be back? You say
Every time you wish, I pray

  
The Primordial earth is parched 
And scorched by lust
Brittle dreams crushed
Lurching toward disaster .

 Homo Sapiens abandoning       
love and humanity for
The idolatry of  false gods
And adoration of money.
Questionable morality

If you believe the news
Fame at all costs
Fantasists , 
society on the edge.
 
Kids who want maximum gain 
For little or no effort.
Spoiled beyond recognition.

Up in the heavens
Over this mortal plane...
Watch me glide with hovered wings.

I can feel the winds rush
Around this surreal fin
Of satin paper, wooden frame;
Lifting up my hollow skin.

Be my navigator.
The tides of the air restrict me.
Take my hand through the skies...
I can only fly by your gentle love strings.

WINTER SPORTS '81 (MIXED DOUBLES)

Don't you fall in love with me:
However flattering that might be,
I know it is not what you are looking for-
Experiences dead, have blown dreams out of your head,
And, like a drowning man, you're clutching at a straw...

So, you use your education
To summon every ounce of tact-
Does your new preoccupation bring you joy?
Am I pleasant artifiction, or just some mental artifact:
Do you want a man, do you need a boy?