Tempted

photo by lolamouse

The web of temptation has you ensnared
You say it is woven of beautiful thread
Enticed by the scent of her silky soft lair
She marks you as willing prey ripe for her bed

You didn't think she could have such an allure
You thought you were too smart and too strong to tempt
But she played you so well when she acted demure
You fell like the others; you were not exempt

Despite your regret, she still does captivate
As you're spun tight in lies, she goes in for the bite
You curse yourself for being seduced by her bait
You wish for escape, but it's too late, goodnight.

submitted for Poetry Jam, Temptation
One Shot Wednesday at One Shot Poetry

Black and Blues

Got them black and blues weighing down on me
Got them black and blues and I ain't never gonna be free
'Cause my man, he be drinkin', and black and blue all I'm ever gonna be

Well, black and blues are the color of my shame
Yeah, black and blues since I took that man's last name
Got myself drunk on his sweet words, have only my fool self to blame

Promised the preacher I'd love that man til death do us part
I promised the preacher I'd keep that man til death do us part
Some days I be so low, feel like I'm already dead down in my heart

I'm singin' the black and blues 'cause my man done hurt me again
Singin' the black and blues 'cause I'm black and blue again
Gettin' so tired of singin' this same song, these black and blues have gotta end

Well, I'm leavin' town, don't have the black and blues no more
Got my suitcase packed, don't have those black and blues no more
Last night my man was drinkin', shot him when he came through the bedroom door

Yeah, those black and blues ain't never gonna bother me
Oh Lord, them black and blues, I'm finally free

submitted for Form Monday-The Blues at One Stop Poetry by lola "myopic mango" mouse

Eat Up!

Tournier's Banquet Scene With a Lute Player courtesy of Magpie Tales 67

I may be a courtesan

But I have got a master plan

I'm going to escape these men

They won't bother me again. 

See the one playing the lute?

He's nothing more than a brute.

And the one with the eye glass?

He is nasty, cruel, and crass.

The other two are even worse-

They sport habits most perverse!

They wanted a little food

To set the tone, to set the mood.

Over dinner I will serve

Exactly what they most deserve.

Lots of arsenic should suffice

To end their dinners off real nice.

They may detect metallic taste

Never suspect their meal was laced.

And by the time they long for bed

If all goes well, they should be dead.

The final course I save for me-

When they are gone, then I am free!

submitted for Magpie Tales 67

and for May Poetry Challenge, Crime, at Verse in a Nutshell