the Cull

Composure show your best face
Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.
Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week
One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.
 Manipulation in search for a vein
hooked up intravenously
suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,
bleak.
Day spent prodding a familiar corpse
Lavender eye shadow caked on.
An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.
Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds
-less valuable than the African  Congo.
Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.
 There is closure in this hymn
that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.
New chapter.
ink spilt
No more drama.
Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.
Some call it Karma.
Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.
Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.
Arthritic tail.
spots and stripes.
Don’t leave me, Madam.
wailers of bandits ready for the first of half a dozen fights.
Interrupt the flow 2 kg of feather dynamite
incredible.
How does this writer get away with posting anything credible?
Animals on the uprise.
No more, humans.
Determined by free will.
Save our earth from true predators.
A life is a life,
a loss is a loss.
no one gives a toss
don’t matter who involved in the kill.
Overspill of copper coil excreting from a vulvic cave
Great expectations.
Pompei disaster – a necessary tragedy to inspire the seventh wave.
counting on all hands and fingers
I fear I’m not the only one.
canned laughter emerges in the background.
Playground vacant.
Trashed children abscond to the house occupied by Delirium’s son.
Emotion packs a punch in three
washing machine forgets it’s own no spillage codified key.
Rage -crimson flag.
Blood spill.
‘All hail the Spanish bull!’
Gunshots fired -the loss of the human cull.
Grief lapses in streams of nonsequential dreams.
it’s obvious what unravels when we are pulled at the seams.
Mind score.
Damp music sheets obscure the cup of the holy grail.
Green lights flash.
Don’t hesitate -before long you won’t be able to walk
it’s a condition in frail.
life and Death lie,  spooning- side by side,
build the bridge
equality in each parlour
you seek to ride.
Scared crows
murder the last heart blackened by holding on.
The injustice of the furies coup
bow your heads in shame,
You are not the only ones who suffer.
Time to sing a different song.

About Daisy Willows

'Words are my everything' - Jon Wayne . A writer of poetry, stories, stage scripts, fiction, border line poetry & freestyle works, Music reviews, Guest Features/interview & shout outs. She is also passionate about raising anti-stigma & awareness for Mental Health. A trained co-facilitator in Wellness Recovery Action plan by Mary Ellen Copeland Natasha goes by many moniker names-Daisy Willows, bahtuhkid, GOAT2Bdazee. She has had a colourful life. Travelled. Natasha co-owns a second-hand clothing & accessories business -La Bella Bijoux Ltd Natasha was born in South Africa & is a French national. She currently resides in the UK Natasha Bodley holds a postgraduate in the Humanities. A BA in Myth in the Greek and Roman worlds & Advanced creative writing. She also holds a Foundation degree in Acting performance. She is currently working on her first novel (semi-autobiographical creative non-fiction). She has published one short story on Amazon called 'Number one' Connect with Natasha Collaborate with Natasha & feel free to Communicate her too. Light, Peace & Love!

Posted on 2017-04-03, in Experimental Writing updates and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. GOATS2BDazee

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    Composure show your best face

    Daisy don’t make it hazy – leave out the ‘just in case’ can of mace.

    Three announced pregnancies delivered in one week

    One Stork wraps a cord around emotions -trachea.

    Manipulation in search for a vein

    hooked up intravenously

    suffering from a bout of the sickness days gone by,

    bleak.

    Day spent prodding a familiar corpse

    Lavender eye shadow caked on.

    An ex-hookers heinous crime of remorse.

    Blend in shades of elegance, class cuts above diamonds

    -less valuable than the African Congo.

    Kleenex tissues – repentance from deeds of liberation.

    There is closure in this hymn

    that is how sacrilegious people turn as quick as the wind doth blow.

    New chapter.

    ink spilt

    No more drama.

    Welcome to the real world -energy in motion kinetic.

    Some call it Karma.

    Squeaky clean – naked child of the nugget -Midas the king.

    Bronchial Bengal licking furballs off her skin.

    Arthritic tail.

    spots and stripes.

    Don’t leave me, Madam.

    wailers of bandits ready for the first of half a dozen fights.

    Interrupt the flow 2 kg of feather dynamite

    incredible.

    How does this writer get away with posting anything credible?

    Animals on the uprise.

    No more, humans.

    Determined by free will.

    Save our earth from true predators.

    A life is a life,

    a loss is a loss.

    no one gives a toss

    don’t matter who involved in the kill.

    Overspill of copper coil excreting from a vulvic cave

    Great expectations.

    Pompei disaster – a necessary tragedy to inspire the seventh wave.

    counting on all hands and fingers

    I fear I’m not the only one.

    canned laughter emerges in the background.

    Playground vacant.

    Trashed children abscond to the house occupied by Delirium’s son.

    Emotion packs a punch in three

    washing machine forgets it’s own no spillage codified key.

    Rage -crimson flag.

    Blood spill.

    ‘All hail the Spanish bull!’

    Gunshots fired -the loss of the human cull.

    Grief lapses in streams of nonsequential dreams.

    it’s obvious what unravels when we are pulled at the seams.

    Mind score.

    Damp music sheets obscure the cup of the holy grail.

    Green lights flash.

    Don’t hesitate -before long you won’t be able to walk

    it’s a condition in frail.

    life and Death lie, spooning- side by side,

    build the bridge

    equality in each parlour

    you seek to ride.

    Scared crows

    murder the last heart blackened by holding on.

    The injustice of the furies coup

    bow your heads in shame,

    You are not the only ones who suffer.

    Time to sing a different song.

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  2. Excellent take on real life. Well done, Daisy.

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  3. This piece really dances in my mind’s eye(!)
    Such powerful images, Daisy. Really well done. 🙂

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    • I’ve been putting off writing lately. Things have been challenging in life. I feel better for getting stuff out and in the written word. Thanks for the vote of confidence. Hope all is well 😊

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      • Well, I’m sure you’re dealing with the challenges well — but I hope they don’t linger too long[!] Yes, only very recently I’ve discovered the therapeutic value of writing … when we can do it!
        All is well, thank you… haha, more or less! 🙂

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      • Thank you. Ha, I’m totally on your wave length with ‘when we can do it’. I find if I don’t write and put it off I will end up doing something illegal, immoral or just plain stupid. ha ha! Hugs for the days when you feeling less ❤

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  4. Life and death lie, spooning side by side… absolutely true. So live as best you can. Love this Daisy. ❤❤❤

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  5. Hugs! Thinking of you. The process takes time…..Hugs! ❤

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  6. no spanish fly
    here s why
    i can inflate
    the old ego
    as well as tallywackin
    john thomas
    but no skill
    no thrill
    no vagina
    to be finer
    within
    just without
    lmao!

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