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Web Weaving
© Natalie N. Narine

Exploration
Fun and games
An anonymous participant
Sequences of sex and beatings
Gaining power with each new
level of submission
Grasping for straws
Days leading to danger
Each orgasm sculpting a new
ligament for the evil imp
Finally realizing that he will eat
the slave once born
Forever riding on my back
as I morn the child who hath not
worn her new robes.

Compass
© Natalie N. Narine

A bloodhound hot on the trail
Nose pressed against earth
Bypassing the ordinary
Leading beyond this realm
Head strong without enchantment
even though the magic moves him
He seeks not the unattainable hologram
but the tangible reality of what can be tasted
Hunger has not made him maddened with
haste but rather collared and leashed
Protecting an open heart
At the end of the journey
A sign for all to see
"Majestic trees up ahead...
choose wisely and watch where you pee" .

Featured poet for March/April 2004

My second featured poet is Natalie N. Narine. This is the first time that I have seen Natalie's work but I am suitably impressed, as I think you will be too.

Natalie has provided us with a bio but prefers not to boggle readers down with information about herself, she would like her work speak for itself.  If you  would like to ask Natalie a question or would like more information on her works then please contact her using the General Message Boards where she will answer your queries.  


Natalie's Biography

I am a Visual/Expressive Art Educator, Radio Personality
and Published Writer...Introduced to the creative craft by my
fathers visions...Nurtured by inner magic and
tormented by the ambitious beast...I create through my
3rd eye...reaching out to the spectrum of what is
beyond plain view...given glimpses to what supposedly
parallels human nature...I am influenced by what is
hidden, forbidden, and raw.

Compass
© Natalie N. Narine

A bloodhound hot on the trail
Nose pressed against earth
Bypassing the ordinary
Leading beyond this realm
Head strong without enchantment
even though the magic moves him
He seeks not the unattainable hologram
but the tangible reality of what can be tasted
Hunger has not made him maddened with
haste but rather collared and leashed
Protecting an open heart
At the end of the journey
A sign for all to see
"Majestic trees up ahead...
choose wisely and watch where you pee ."

Peep Show
©
Natalie N. Narine

Hips
A gyrating inferno
Hand cymbals deafening
Breasts distracting
Attraction peering through clothes
Her lips near
Breathing hot, lustful whispers
Eyelashes kissing cheeks
Her legs crushing
Music at its climatic chorus
You about to explode
She saunters back
Her belly rippling
Vanishing behind a curtain
Emerging as someone else's
fantasy for twenty-five bucks


 

Anxiety
©
Natalie N. Narine

Suffocating darkness
Thick as cheesecake
and just as satisfying
Lucid, liquid daydreams lingering
Like annoying droplets of water
from a broken faucet
Beating on my brain
Beads of sweat form intricate
patterns along my forehead
Difficult to think clearly
Swallowing the prickly cactus
embedded in my throat
Receiver in hand
Quickly punching the numbers
Hair raising...it rings
Ain't no sweat
Tra la la la la la la la
Heart still running a marathon though
WHAT!!!
ANSWERING MACHINE!!!
Little elf jump off my breast
Slipping off the bed onto the floor
THUD!!!
Smooth as chocolate
Cool as autumn
Slow as a boa
Whispering into the phone
I leave a message
CLICK
SIGH...EXHALE
Random
©
Natalie N. Narine

Crazed
Skin blazing
Cold and gloomy
Mind races
Growling in a virgins ear
before I seduce her into
giving herself to me
Alpha Wolf
Stalking the wood
Devouring nymphs who
pray for their sage
Casting off all that is
dark and unknown
Can't control my teeth
nor my bite
Hunting low ground
Dragging my prey
into the treetops    
Shapeshifting
I may rip my own flesh

 

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