MadKane's Weekly Limerick-OFF

This week's Limerick-Off (hosted at MadKane's) prompt is "ink" , and I've presented her with a few tidbits of silliness.  Join in the fun, if you are so inclined, or just GO enjoy the limericks!

Her first example was one with the first line ending in "red ink", and inspired this monstrosity: 

A woman flowing red ink

Found a vampire to lap at her pink
With coochie quite hoochie
He gave her French'd smoochie
Bloodied Mary his most favorite drink

Plus... a couple more!

A fellow who fell in red ink
Was wracking his brain just to think
He begged me, "Prey tell!"
"What can I sell?"
"Still keeping my sink...and my shrink!"

A fellow tattooed in black ink
Was lacking in color, I think
Proving my blunder
He shows his down under
As rainbows burst from his stink

AND...for some shits & giggles:

Be blessed and happy, your man limp and sappy, for no one is loved feeling crappy--

Rafa

Menagerie

Whisper me sweet nothings
As you lick my ear
Tell me that you love me
Even if untrue
Fill my head with little lies
As you steal me way
For I am your menagerie
Naked for your pleasure;
Willingly penned in
Undulating not for show
But basking in your favor
                                          RafaDe

Haiku Monday - Open Ended

There once was a girl named CJ
Who's kitty was smell'n of decay
Nose surely plugged
He lapped at her rug
Gagging his way through their 'foreplay

Before any conservative minds start rejecting, perhaps MOI threw it out best (...everyone likes Moi, RIGHT?):

Whatever...  On to the 'KU!

CoreyJo, as this week's QUEEN of Haiku, has asked us to present her with a 'ku (or two) of our choosing.  Old or new, does not matter...5-7-5 count her only rule.

For my first, I've had a certain something gnaw'n at ma' bone for a few months now, and she has given me opportunity to bare it FREE:

A thunderous CLAP!
Lightning's flash illuminates
Breath is brought to life

My second is from old, yet quite dear to my heart.  I did present it, but not for judging, as only one was to be accepted that week.

Twas an ode to a dear friend, formally known as Deep Blue:

Polar’s velvet fleece
Lost in Arctic’s cold expanse
Warms me with a ((HUG))

I guess that's all folks.  Be well and faerie--

Rafa

Haiku Monday - Searching

Following the wind
Round earth's bend in circled flight
Ends where it begins

It seems I'm always searching for something just beyond my reach...

Taste it
Smell it
Feel it near
Long it, please stand still
Yet constant motion's not enough
Soon it's on my heels
Sleep or wake
Life pulls away
Horizons wave it bye
Round the bend, in circled flight
Nips upon my tail
Quickly lapped with taunting tongue
Wet; I beg it's pardon
                                                     RafaDe

Lips were slightly moist
Reaching in to take first bite
Sought what I must know

I kissed a boy
Not any boy
But one who'd come a father
Not a father who sires a son
But one who'd guide his flock

His lips were slightly moistened
Nervously just swiped
His eyelids fluttered frantically
Not sure if he should watch
Reaching in to take first bite
I seized what I must know
Stole away his innocence
Reaping what's been sown

He was a boy from seminary
His golden locks shone bright
I led him 'way, into the dark
Removed the cloth that clothed him
Naked, standing cock to cock
Carnal knowledge taking root
I took from him what wasn't mine
Broke the bond that bound him

Caressing long his virgin bud
He blossomed with my touch
Flowering; he gave me pause
Then turned and gave his blessing
Swift to taste what wasn't known
I fed his 'bidden fruit

Once wrapped within his welcoming
Our passions grew intense;
Begged me deeper still
Taking time and pleasure
He slowly bit and chew
Until I came unto his end
His wanton flesh my prize
Married, we were union'd
As only men can be
Crying out to heaven
Eyes upon the Lord
Spilled his seed in prayerful thanks
Giving as received
                                RafaDe



Becca, my sweet dark angel, has won Haiku Monday AGAIN !  There's already a whole passel of good on's, so be sure to check out all the great poems & join in with the festivities if you are so inclined!

Be blessed with timber shiv'ring a sultry'd beat--

Rafa:De

Haiku Monday - Result Show

So many great 'ku, yet only one can survive.  Who's is it gonna be?

First, the contestants, and their poem (my fave, if more than one posted)

Hearing my call for poetry, Michael W. quickly swooped in, inundating me with images of a predator mockingly calling out his prey.  All were a unique twist on the subject, but his first, WOW...still got a stray hair with its curl up.

You are the hunted.
It matters not if I hunt.
Only that you know.

For me, Doom, conjures up images of the sensuous vampires of Ann Rice fame, both loving and hating their wanton desire to prey and feed.  In his love, and his thanks, those he feeds upon live on.  Either by his grace, escape or through his survival, life lives.

Blood courses through beasts,
One chases, the other flees,
Both live either way.

Foam's fly 'ku certainly gave me grin, but her first perfectly showcased nature at its most basic... prey or die. Perhaps drawn by its own hunger, her hawk took a seemingly stupid risk.  Tables turning, predator was quickly turned to prey.

Nesting eagle shifts...
Lightening quick talons strike hawk...
Don't hunt the hunter!
(or screw with a mom's brood, for that matter)

My lil' Mynx, although a virgin haikuist, is no Mary to the written word.  She more than knows her way around a plumed pen, spouting imagery all over her darn self, as evidenced with her first and (so far) only 'ku.  Yes, we all are what we eat, yet, possibly something completely different than what we may think.  If a cat is in the bird's seat, chomping what's no longer there, does the cat become the bird? Or is the cat just fat?  

Eight legs poised to pounce
Little beetle unaware
Then from above, bird

Becca is my most favorite of dark angels.  Her Betty Crocker innocence hides the glisten of her knife, sheathed deep within my flesh.  Her imagery of beauty trapped in the struggles of life, sucked away by the black widow that lies in wait within.

Blinded by beauty trapped
Tangled web life slips away
Black widow strikes

Fleur always has an interesting twist of words, seemingly taking us in one direction, while leading us astray.  What screams bane more than the annoying fly, yet she basically says, screw the shoo, and honey too... modern science is what's needed for a modern woman of both sophistication and style.

Summer housewife's bane
Neither honey nor vinegar:
But modern science.

(A housewife for sure...if only she could hold onto a man long enough scratch her wanton itch:D)

Karl is definitely the king's tit, perfectly perked for a bit O' teeth and tongue.  His is the ultimate thrill of any hunt, 'specially that of flesh and blood.  Chase, catch, and sweet, savory release...does it get any better?  I think not...

So silent and hot
Passions pace accelerates
Release, with the kill

I'm horribly torn between two of Serendipity's offerings.  Her first is poetic beauty, heralding death as the giver of life...and God's greatest gift; sustenance to those that are hungry.

Feathered flight win-lose.
Agile kestrel feeds this morn.
Death continues life

Her last is a shining example of no matter how high up the food chain we are, the tiniest of microscopics can systematically break our kinetic chain, ending in our demise.

Hidden struggle
May sooner or later kill
The unwilling host

Last up (though, to her credit, not tardy) was my sweet CoreyJo.  She speaks of foggy brain, then throws down pure, unadulterated emotion.  Young or old, everyone knows and fears a silent dark, with just a hint of whispers.  Fight what's yet unknown or run like HELL?!?!  I just hope she's quick of foot...I ain't wait'n, nor do I want to trip over her ass, in making my own getaway.  (yes, chivalry is as dead as the rat toot'n out my ass).

Whispered breaths echo.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
Panic spikes... I bolt!

Second, comes my dilemma... judging.  Oye...

Third, my top three:

I must admit, Doom enthralls me, and know I must keep my wits whilst in his midst.  Images of him smiling over my bloodied spine, as he's 'bout to partake, scares me to no end, yet gives me a bit O the blood, as well.

Karl's sly hand, is mesmerizing, and always has me peaking around the corner for what's there, but not.

Serendipity, is nature herself.   Motherly and giving, yet can be harsh and foreboding with her words.

So who lives on, flame in hand? The vamp, the magician or her which speaks truth?

Ultimately, Doom's impassioned beast and his perfect circle of life, touched me in all my most special of places.

 CONGRATS DOOM!  You win AGAIN!

Thanks to all that played, I'm am blessed and better for the journey.

Rafa

Haiku Monday Challenge - PREY

Puppet master; flesh or soul?

Is it the sins of flesh that drive our animal thirst, be it sustenance to live or sexual to procreate, that makes our heart beat wild?  Or is it the spirit, tricky bastard that it is, manipulating our every sense to unleash the ties that bind us?

Losing self in wanton lust
Sets the soul on fire
Boundless in both space and time
Fills a void unknown

Who leads whom
Is sometimes black,
Sometimes white
But often shades of grey

Regardless of which side you're on
Prey or that which preys
A rush is sure to rise
Every sense unleashed
All that's left to do
Is ride the cresting wave
And pray that you survive

The challenge I put forth is simple enough.  Write me a picture in 17-syllable 'ku format, 5-7-5 count, that screams PREY, (as or unto does not matter) without using the actual word itself.  There are all sorts of rules about seasonal reference, creating a sense of time, and, of course, a cutting action or word that lifts and separates a poem into the art of haiku.  Any of my wanderings into such territory is purely happenstance, but do know this: when done right, it generally grabs me by my bollocks; baring me castrato.   Being male, through and through (even with the odd moments when my masculinity is lovingly wrapped in a bit of frilly lace), I promise to do my best to keep my balls intact as I get around to posting comments.  That, and peeing ma damn self, is just plum embarrassing :(

Enter as many haiku as you would like by Monday midnight (PST), the # matters not.  However, being the ultra control freak that I am, I will decide from ALL entries which are my favorites and, ultimately, THE WINNER!  ...  God, it's good to be KING!  Once chosen, I will happily pass the flame, but be sure to have your own torch at the ready... I won mine from the Devil, his damn self.  (Johnny may have won away his fiddle, but I done took his pride 'n joy...then crowed like a rooster up his A....uhm, ya' know, never mind.)

Good LUCK, happy haikuing & SMILE--

Rafa

Haiku Monday- Persistence

My mom calls my twin sister and me, a "Serendipitous Wild Moment".  Pops??? Well, he always swore he never had much luck with rhythm.  "It's that or a bad case of condoms, prickled with holes".  HaHa; he loved that joke:D

What is life, if not persistent?

Seedling on Spring storm
Ripped from root; blown here to there
Plants itself anew

Persistence personified? When life is naught but certain death, itself:

Pregnant balls give birth
Little soldiers spent to die
Gassed; one after next

(Do we need a visual here, people?)

Be sure to check out all the other 'ku over at Serendipties!!!