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4 The Entrancing Executioner
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Her ravishing slim body! !
A Curvaceous Disneyland
Filled with glittering swords,
Stilettos, Daggers and chainsaws
Her Hazel flashy eyelashes
Are but whips, which slash
My face, slap my ugly chin
Entrap me in a world grim
Her soft ever so lovely bosom
Covered with glittering amour,
Blinding and gagging my eyes
Sending a shiver up my spine
Her golden, smooth Hands
Are but shining steel swords
Cracking my head, slitting my ribs
Wonder whether it will ever be knit? ? ?
Her legs are but shining pillars
Crashes, dashes and chopps
My head. makes me swim and swirl
In a whirlpool of red hot oil
Her hair is, but silky barb wire
Damn hot! ! she is making a pyre
With her matchstick like fingers
The punishment, the death sentence
She is but a charming princess
Setting a BED, with sleek fingers
With her silky warm crispy syringes
Injecting coldness, my body hinges
The bloody bed, filled with canons
Pistols, muskets, guns and field mines
Bed sheet, is but a nuclear layer crust
Oh gosh! ! She is making my death bed
The execution, my doomsday at hand! !
I am but a prisoner, the dreaded judgment
Waiting to be killed, by the sword of her might
Kill me quickly.. do not care, whether I am sent to heaven or hell’s plight! ! ! !
Copyright 2009 Shashendra Amalshan
Shashendra Amalshan
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Meggie Gultiano
(9/20/2009 6:37:00 PM) |
a stunning write..powerful words.Well done, my dear
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Saadat Tahir
(9/19/2009 1:33:00 PM) |
u write in themmelodramatic old urdu school here...the mughal era...
the object of love also the smiting force
well done
cheers
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Christine Kerr
(9/18/2009 12:28:00 PM) |
You have a great way of showing your feelings Shas. Good work
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Yacov Mitchenko
(9/18/2009 7:13:00 AM) |
This poem definitely has excellent lines. Others perhaps are a little melodramatic. Be careful: 'Shiver up my spine' is a cliche. The last line, though not perfect, is very strong and memorable. The end rhyme is forced, but the line does resonate. You have a lot of passion, and I respect that. Again, I see your dramatic imagination at play. Interesting read.
You may want to look at my poem 'You're Lying There Still Asleep'.
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Catrina Heart
(9/16/2009 10:05:00 AM) |
A powerful kind of dark poetry written so well........thanks! 10
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Ravi Sathasivam
(9/16/2009 1:53:00 AM) |
Great imaginations.
Powerful write with beautiful wordings.
Enjoyed reading it
Thanks for sharing with me
10+
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Kesav Easwaran
(9/16/2009 12:55:00 AM) |
strange imagination Shashen...powerfully presented lines...thanks...10
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Kranthi P
(9/14/2009 12:34:00 PM) |
Very nice.The last verse made me to smile particularly the last line.
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Whisperkwane Lamb
(9/13/2009 12:12:00 PM) |
Love young or mature...has those emotions which lock one into a roller coaster...
state of mind...smiles and crying...a tough write for a loving heart...you've open many doors...great write...
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