Poetry
Poetic Writings
a Mexican housefly“Ode to Poncho”
“You lie lifeless and still, sad and alone
In the bottom of the bottle that now is your home.
Once squirming and feisty, alive and reticent
The life you once knew is quite reminiscent.
Remembrance of days long past and a life cut short
By a man with a beard and an ugly consort.
May you rest in peace, bloated with tequila
Your body butchered by a pendejo named Laquia.”
(Kylie McFerrin * all copyrights reserved) I've been writing poetry since I was a young child. It is a passion that is truly a part of my soul. I often give gifts of poetry to those I love, explaining in poetic terms what they mean to me. I write poetry on a variety of topics that fuel and fire me, or that I find interesting. I also have erotic poetry samples upon request.
“Another test.
Yet again, a path to follow.
Winding, voracious, holding dark to its mysteries.
What was that? Who?
“Do tell, dear Spirit, what can be so beckoning?”
Yet so terrifying.
“Dangers dare not scare me!”, I scoff.
My words fall upon an echo inside my heart center.
“Begone, you demons of strife, of grief”, I unwillingly whisper.
Again, the voice I hear myself utter is foreign in its false bravado,
Its ridiculousness.
No. Not more
Then, “Why me? I thought it was a time of abundance, of completion.”
A black bird flew above somewhere in the gloom, cackling the caw of the dark.
My teardrops fell.
*
A prophetic step held with gentle anticipation; I went.
Shivering with cold and weariness, jagged stones piercing my flesh, I trudged into the void.
Hours, perhaps eons, passed.
Thoughts scattered and broken, beseeching whatever or whoever brought me here.
A fierce wind spoke through its howling voices, mocking my trials, my past hurts.
“Your mother hates you,’tis true.”, screeched a bolt of lightning as it jagged across the path.
Pelts of rain began falling, stinging my skin with hateful spite.
I staggered ahead against the increasing onslaught, unable to hold any longer my stoic mask.[…]
Kylie McFerrin. All rights reserved
Note: I often wonder what was going through my mind when I wrote this. I like the jingle of it.“Oh lovers so fair, lovers so fine
The taste of your wedding is a cheap glass of wine.
A bride so shapely, so big and so wide
The wedding dresses had too much to hide.
The media was alarmed at no shots of both gowns
Reporters became frenzied and awoke with sad frowns.
The progeny named North, was begat in a fot
Was Kanye’s lasting and romantic retort.
Ye one doth has large mouth and the other behind.
Both lovers may soon engage in rewind.
Kylie McFerrin * all copyrights reserved“Cloak”
for a friend who loves her cloak“Her cloak spun, twirling, ‘neath the swollen moon
Giving rise to the ancient drumbeat within.
Synergy is hers; strands of illusory beams wildly weave.
Awakening desire, she was her own, dancing upon velveteen leaves.
Her toes tread upon lush of green, mossy oaks they speak.
Swirling and spinning amid burgeoning ecstasy.
Face hidden no more, shining brightly, hood fallen.
Truthful universal light revealed.
Great Horned Ones call to her, tidings from the wizened.
Innermost twilight of love, a peace abounds.
Yet then, innately gathering; a force of all. Screeching, cawing, mewing, howling.
Woodland alive to the summoning of her heartbeat, calling them.
Flutters of fanciful give way to one; she slowed. A black bird whistled.
Quiet it was; fellow folk following, footprints rimmed with dewy light.
Cloak hooded and drawn, all but naught for breezy wisps.
’ She asked questions of stars, t’was answered with bliss.
This repose, birthing more, purpose served in consciousness.
Pure embryonic love, running through all."[…]
Kylie McFerrin * all copyrights reserved