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Saturday, September 27, 2008

Gunners humbled by the Tigers

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© Stani, All rights reserved

I sit here, this very minute
my poor, aching heart
lies here, bleeding in my arms
us Gunners have been stunned 2-1 by Hull's Tigers.

What a day to wake up to
another season of frustration
staring me in the face
the usual rigmarole of the Gooners!

Here is a message to you Arsene
you, who are a purveyor of beautiful football,
we have waited too long for this to pay off,
seems to me, beautiful football wins no laurels!

Now the time has come
to rethink this beautiful strategy.
To be beaten by the Tigers,
what a shame, what a waste of beauty

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Prepare for the Light

This poem was written for the lovely painting above as a contest entry. The painting is by Jo-An Greinert, a truly amazing artist. The painting is titled Prepare for the Light.

On September 6. © Stani, All rights reserved

A world held in the throes of darkness
a world looking for a way out of
the quagmire of destruction
that besets it.

The struggle within
has been intense.
Struggle evokes memories
of a life that once was pure.

Everywhere we had turned to
we saw destruction.
We saw oppression, repression
no way out of the clutches of evil.

In our innocence
we thought

We looked at our little ones,
innocence personified.
Who will be there for them
when we are gone?

Dark thoughts
swirling in our minds
in a world gone dark
with sorrow, with hopelessness.

Now out of the darkness
comes a herald
bringing a message
of hope, of light!

At first it looks like a

Look further
look within
find that strength
to fight off clutches of darkness.

Fight it off, for,
hope is here at last
the light is coming
prepare to meet the light!

The Light of the universe comes
bringing with it
joy, peace,
truth and love.

Now we shall have the last laugh.
We shall look into the abyss
yes, even step into it and
we shall emerge victorious.

We shall stare straight into the
eyes of the dark ones
we shall shine the light into their eyes
we shall bring hope to them.

Oh! Joy!
The Light! Sweet light is coming!

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Mosaic of a Lonely Princess

This was written as a contest entry for Ms Black Eyeliner's competition. One of the options was to write a poem about her picture. I did the best I could! (Her picture is reproduced here by her kind permission)

© Stani, All rights reserved

I see in you, one with so many sides
many facets, intricately intertwined,
woven, meshed and arranged
personalities created for so many different reasons.

Strength carefully hidden
behind a look of gentility
could be mistaken for timidity
yet never taken for a ride.


Promises of sweetness
giving off vibes of hardness
yet needing.


Need to be wanted
need to be chased
need to be taken
need to be shaken.

Promises held behind
unwelcoming eyes
yet look deeper and see
promises held for the one who persists.

Fully clothed
yet stark naked
inviting any who dare
into sweet land of promise.

Promises of what you would do for me
if I conquer.
You like a fighter
a winner.

In those eyes I see determination
determination to succeed
determination to be loved
determination to be held.

Erotically unsure
yet a picture of sublime eroticism
capable of stirring even
those dead to passion.

Erotically inspiring
milky white skin
now tingling, reddening all over
goose pimples taking over now.

Touching yourself now
feeling my touch through your fingers.
Charged, ready to explode.

Hold on.

I see
Anger maybe.

Anger bottled up?
Frustrations behind the looks
Too much injury held in
too much sorrow?

I see also
wittiness if allowed
quick with the sharp banters.

Now back to the body
sweet, full of promise
voice gone husky with desire.

Back to touching through nimble fingers
touches going faster now
kisses imagined
body all aglow with fire.

Gentle fall to reality
fully sated
where all that came from.

Thursday, September 4, 2008


Contest entry to the picture. I don't know who the artist is, so cannot credit him or her.

© Stani, All rights reserved

There you go again
teasing, beautiful.
Delilah to my Samson
there for the taking, yet not there.
Fantasy personified
if only I could lay my hands on you
drink in beauty so bold, so sweet
wrap my arms around sweetness
dance a long slow jig in your moist, juicy tutu.
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