Do not perpetuate
That vile leviathan,
Who devoured your fleshy cloak,
Excreting its bloated belly
Back again upon the fallow ground
But let, instead, my love
Be savory balm
Spread smooth and soft
And bliss
Soothing every seeping fissure
Bringing forgetfulness
Do not cower
From grief’s abbreviating blade
That mars assurance
And severs flower
But let me, then, explore your length
Along the piquing quills
Which paint
Upon my skillful fingertips
Their songs of tragic, dripping red
In echoing decrescendo
Bringing possibility’s remembrance
Do not recoil your face
In bitter solitude
Or fear of want’s
Imbalance
But let me now embrace you
Impressing you upon my willing self
Allowing
Each of your sultry, spiked summits
To penetrate
My deepest places
Bringing ever-singular equilibrium
Do not weep and languish
When night is steeping chill
And desert moon has lost its way
Among the hoary black
But sip
My sweetest spikenard
From pools
Of strong surrender
Until it courses hot
Through swollen, opening stems
Bringing multiplied, yes, feverish abandon
Author notes
For those of you who are not "cactus lovers," a "succulent plant" is any plant that retains water and stores it in its leaves, stems and/or roots. The storage of water often gives these plants a more swollen or fleshy appearance than other plants, also known as succulence. This particular succulent has just had its romantic dreams crushed after a terribly painful breakup with a worm.
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A contest entry
- A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD STILL MAKE YOU SCREAM by AliceinPoetryLand.
1700 points, ended April 26, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Romantic Art of Lovemaking by Melody Of Love.
400 points, ended May 10, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I love CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. Any suggestions?
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Poor cactus. Poor mankind. We've all suffered the worm holes.
It's interesting how the soothing balm becomes a worm with times. I've had women say they wanted to take away my sadness, show that they were different, and in the end, they became the worm. Do any of us know what we are?
Wow, that was way too serious! lol
But the words to offer succor are good to hear, good to believe in. When the next one tells me she will heal past hurts, I will listen and I will believe...you have to, or the worm never stops chewing.
I need a funny poem to read. What's ya got?
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Okay, Yem, why look elsewhere? This was SUPPOSED to be funny. Was supposed to be downright hilarious. The contest seemed to require funny, so I went absolutely over-the-top serious, which was intended to be that much funnier.
But real-life demon worms are no fun. Never meant to send you down memory lane. My deepest, most sincere, over-the-top apologies.
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LOL.
I'm laughing at the author's comments - not the poem. I don't know why, but the last two sentences of your comments struck me as hilarious.
As for the poem - how have I been missing you on this site? You are AMAZING!
You had wonderful diction (choosing only the best words in the perfect places), incredible descriptions and imagery, and the whole poem just had the most wonderful musical lilt to it when read aloud.
Brilliant!
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Thanks for your amazing comment! This was quite a crazy contest. A cactus breaking up with a worm? Yes it's true. So I decided to take a really serious, romantic, sensual take on the prompt--to add to the hilarity, of course!
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Good job very expressive and descriptive. Enjoyed this poem very interesting take on love making. Thanks for entering my contest and good luck. DJ
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Excellent
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You wonderfully wooed and soothed a cactus! I can hear it's cactus purrs even now...
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Excellent
Oh this was brilliant my friend, I loved it. The lanquage choices and phrasing were amazing and to woo a cactus, oh what a waste my friend, but hey any little prick of thorny intention will do at times, lol. I just got lost in this piece and forgot that it was a cactus, you can woo me anyday, definite winner, with amazing verbage and imagry. Hugs, Bunny
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This is just wonderful I have to agree to see that wonderful language you have used to woo the cactus is too funny
Such a wonderful write. Thanks so much for sharing in our contest.
Gaylene
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This is a complete riot! Over the top and fall down funny! To see such exquisite and passionate language used to woo a cactus just hits me square on the funny bone.
The thought of all these lovely words and romantic promises lavished on a prickily cactus is absolutely outrageous!
My favorite part:
Do not weep and languish
When night is steeping chill
And desert moon has lost its way
Among the hoary black
The desert moon may have lost its way but you certainly steered a clear course into deep waters of humor with this pieces. Bravo!
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