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Spawn of My Tight Jeans

 

 

  

This city is dirty.

Yet it is my portal to the past that I so love,

a past that I am banished from…

 

  

“Maiden, the High Court finds you guilty of bewitchery.

You have caused our eyes stray into the dens of the Devil himself!

You will be banished by the spell of the high priest, as carried out by the court wizard.

Do you have any last words?” 

 

“Yes. I did not choose who I am in this world.

If I have beauty that bewitches it is not of my own choosing.

I am sorry I cannot live among you.

Perhaps if there were a man who could bridle my beauty and passion

then I would submit and be happy.

Alas, there are no such men here, and so to my fate I shall go willingly.”

 

  

The streets are grim.

Hollow taxies evaporate in the night, stirring up the rot of neglected decades.

Street-corner thugs see an easy mark…

 

“Hey thar pretty thang, whatcha' doin’ out so late?

Lookin’ for some ackshun? Come on, babe, we'll show you a good time!”

 

“No thanks.”

 

“That was not a request, bitch. Now come ‘ere…”

They approached with the heavy animal gruntings of anticipation...

 

CRACK!

 

“What the…”

 

…And so it goes

he issues forth

the spawn of my jeans

my eternal protectorate.

If only he were not shadow and smoke

I could at last find a haven for my idle love…

 

“My lady, you are safe once again from foul ruffians.

Is there anything else that thee desires?”

 

If only he knew…

“No, kind guardian. You have done well.”

 

I long to become shadow and smoke

to enter his world, his lonely world

to fill it with happiness, a gentle bliss

a fulfillment beyond his wildest dreams.

I can only curse my unkind fate

with these internal screams…

 

 

[At the Cathedral of the High Inquisitor] 

“Your Most Exalted Grand High Imperialness,

we are threatened at our borders with barbarian hordes.

Their leader demands tribute, or he will lay waste our lands.”

 

The Inquisitor’s mind reflects back to that which he once most desired…

“Fetch the old wizard. I have a task for him…”

 

  

The diner has become my refuge.

The pay is cheap, but I find peace here.

I can forget my woes in the deep vacant stares

that wander here seeking a refuge of their own…

 

“Dinah, there… there is something… someone in the kitchen to… to see you!”

 

A smoky, pale blue light emanates from the dark corner of the kitchen.

From it a wand protrudes.

 

“Sam!”

 

“Hello, Dinavere. Do not be too glad to see me, for once again I am a messenger of your doom…”

 

 

Her robes were milky fragrant white

woven of the finest silks

Her hair capturing the golden rays of sun 

and blithly cast them everywhere.

The barbarian chief marveled, and smiled broadly

as he slowly realized this was his new prize...

 

He spit out, “There is booty, my dimwitted hordes!

Ahhhhk, it is sooooo good to be a barbarian chief!”

 

In his tent her guiles performed their spell without her bidding,

stirring up discontent among the barbarian lieutenants,

who were struck with a jealous desire, and they plotted…

 

With an unexpected soft eloquence, the chiftain turned to her. 

“Come, my princess, I have spared your lands in thy name,

and they will sing your praise forever.

In return I ask only for what you would offer me in return."

 

They entered his bed chamber.

The air was heavy with musk and incense.

Great treasures from lands near and far were strewn about.

The eunuchs dutifully left the chamber.

His bed was a soft amalgamation

of what the horde had stolen from those they had brutally murdered…

 

There was a commotion outside. A eunuch screamed a blood-chilling scream.

Four looming figures entered the tent. “Your time is up, old chieftain. It is our time now!” they rasped. 

With that, they lunged for the chieftain with daggers drawn and found their mark...

 

“You! You are ours now!” and with that, they approached the maiden lustily with foul intents…

 

CRACK!

 

 

The surviving eunuchs entered the tent to find four severed heads gazing up in a frozen wonder.

They peered through the dark room and found the body of the old chieftain.

There was nothing else but shadow and smoke…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Desire gold member
    April 9, 2008

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    OMG~~

    Holy Moly Wayne~



    What a piece You have penned and I was having a Highlander moment and a I'm Gonna Git You Sucka moment blended together

    I had to chuckle at these lines:
    “Sam!”

    “Hello, Dinavere. Do not be too glad to see me, for once again I am a messenger of your doom…”
    Love the name Dinavere

    “Hey thar pretty thang, whatcha' doin’ out so late?
    Lookin’ for some ackshun? Come on, babe, we'll show you a good time!”

    Yep~~ You are too much...
    Loved it!

    Congratulations on Your Trophy win!
    -Throws confetti-
    Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo


    Keep that quill dancing...
    Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Spirit~
    Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
    Best wishes too
    and much love~ Desire~*~


  • Riftkin gold member
    April 9, 2008

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    Okay I will admit,
    this one has blown me away.
    with this here tale
    I do not think
    I have to travel further
    to find a winner.

    Thank you.

    Riftkin


  • Touchof1der silver member
    April 6, 2008

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    Okay, I admit... the title snagged my attention right away. I'm a sucker for a man in tight jeans. I went to a concert last night and oh my gawd the eye candy was to die for!! But back to your poem, This was beautifully done and I love the form. It was structured perfectly. You have done quite well here my darling son.
    ♥ Touchof1der


    • wbiro gold member
      April 6, 2008
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      lol on your Texas eye candy! Thanks mucho...


  • cafegroundzero gold member
    April 6, 2008

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    Glad you are sharing this


    I am bookmarking it. Are you also trying to get published in print? Are you familiar with the Asimov's sci fi mag?

    • wbiro gold member
      April 6, 2008
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      I've been around so long I'm familiar with the Big Bang! I can't place the mag, I've probably seen it, and with Asimov in the title it must be a good pub; thanks for the lead... and does that mean you have things you aren't sharing?!


  • Angelsojaded
    April 6, 2008

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    Talented!

    I enjoyed this so much I re-read twice!
    I wanted more! I am so amazed by this piece. It is not my typical delight but that is the pleasure of it all! Good luck and thank you!


  • LadyUnique silver member
    April 6, 2008

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    first off... i couldn't resist the title
    i fell in love with this line 'Hollow taxies evaporate in the night, stirring up the rot of neglected decades'

    i will simply applaud now

    • wbiro gold member
      April 6, 2008
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      thanks for your review, Ms. Unique, I knew the poetic types would need a metaphor or two- I'm a straight prosy guy, getting metaphors out of me requires a sharp can-opener!


  • PassionsPromise gold member
    April 6, 2008

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    Hmmm you had me from "Spawn of my tight Jeans..." damn it i was heading there and waiting..this here was a beautiful tale you penned.. .I am sure my darling Riftkin will enjoy this piece...Now, next time you call me bitch its on ...
    Love you hon.
    and best wishes in the contest

    Tory


    • wbiro gold member
      April 6, 2008
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      I can only imaging what you envisioned spawning from my tight jeans...

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