NaPM April 07 2016

[Leanne]

It felt right somehow that a poem from an animal perspective should include a masturbation reference.

[Todd]

It felt right somehow that a poem from an animal perspective should include a masturbation reference.

Yes the break on toss was inspired.

[Wjames]

Desperate

The seagulls eyes were red.

I tossed one a fry from the bench
in the park, and it cawed as it pecked
up its prize and flew away.

The others leapt too late, shrieking
as they landed violently together.

Two tussled in a haze of wings,
hacking at each other’s throats
until blood was drawn.

I tossed another fry.

[RiverNotch]

Paschal Mystery

The key to all the world's best stories lies
in character; the mystery of man
renews when humans anthropomorphise
the beast, whose virtues fit the author's plan.
From small, I grew like only legends can,
and altered from the pagan to the Cross,
with powers only I, of all my clan
possess. Now I rule Easter like a boss.
If sometimes through the year I feel the loss
of bunny girls to cuddle, I get by
with these new hands, and musing as I toss, 
on swings and roundabouts.  To qualify:
It's quite a leap from chewing roots and grass
to shitting chocolate eggs from out your arse.

Awesome! Although my one complaint is that it's ass, and not arse. xD

[Keith]

Sleeping in cop cars

I keep finding human flesh in my teeth
and raw meat that is still on its bones,
it happens right after I go to sleep.

I've been trying hard to do without sleep
but I think I must be grinding my teeth,
in my yard I've been burying old bones.

Each night time I get this ache in my bones
and with a blink I will drop off to sleep
In the morning I'll double brush my teeth.

Cops matched teeth on bones, now I need to sleep.

[QDeathstar]

On the benefits of becoming a fish

Yesterday my car broke down.
It was working fine, I guess it just
gave up.

The door whined as I threw it open.
Maybe it knew the End was near.
I looked around for some
sense of direction.

The breeze hit me. Cold; changing
like the end of a season, freezing.
I headed westward with purpose
but not reason.

I had come upon a cross-
walk and the light was blinking red.
I had time to think, and then I saw
advertisements for wants I
cannot recall.

As brakes squealed to a slow
stop I could hear the mumbles
of a drunk homeless man stuttering
"eye of the tiger" and so I said
"Aenima is coming,
learn to swim."

[heslopian]

The Werewolf

I woke up
softly,
like a king in his chamber,
as a door swings open
and a donkey,
laden with rich and flavoursome fruits,
wanders in.

I looked in the mirror
on my night stand
and,
in that moment of half-awake dream
when the air from one world
blows through
the other,
thought I was wearing a Halloween mask.

Then I remembered:
it's January.
And the mirror is a puddle
beside me on the forest floor.

I sniffed myself then,
with a long and hairy snout...

[billy]

near a hamlet.

To bay or not to bay,
aye; now there's the rub
Do i wake the neighbour,
or eat the neighbour.
He never returned my
drill, mower or spade.
Do I doggy his wife
as he doggied mine.
and by dogging her send
her to sleep no more
or eat, and by eat; see
the red meat tender
twixt jaw and bone. To bone
and by boning give
a doggy bone: to bay
or not to bay.

[Tiger the Lion]

Lunatics
 
It’s not the moon that makes me mad
but your bewitching face that shines
too bright with eyes both gay and sad—
it’s not the moon. It makes me mad
that I’m a beast to you, but glad
you too will shift your shape in time.
It’s not the moon that makes me mad
but your bewitching face that shines.

[Leanne]

Nice triolet, Paul The refrains work beautifully.

[Weeded]

In lunar drips of light
blooms a flower out of weeds.
An otherworldly sight, it's 
furry with razor teeth
snatching prey like flies
in a frenzy of bloodlust
only from dusk till dawn;
A flower seldom seen.