Week #4

Prompt #1: World Theatre Day (Sestina)

Title: The Circle of Life – An acrostic Sestina

Desire is a devil inside.

Evil lusting causes the heart to race.

Setting free the animal.

Inner thoughts are calling.

Raging passions grow.

Each kiss is craved.

***

Blooms by insects craved.

Lusting for the pollen inside.

Obsessive feelings grow.

One must win the race.

Moths feel the calling.

Sensing their inner animal

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Hearts long for the animal

Each movement is craved.

All God's creatures are calling.

Reaching out from inside.

To join the race.

Sensing those feelings grow

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Broken bones grow.

Ravaged by the animal.

Overjoyed, they race.

Kicking ass is craved.

Entrails rock inside.

No voice is calling.

***

Dreams of love are calling.

Rhythmic movements grow.

Every stoke slips inside.

Answering the animal.

Men and women have always craved.

Survival of the human race.

***

Perish and you have lost the race.

Endless generations had the same calling.

Religiously they craved.

It will watch the seed grow.

Same means of survival for every animal.

Hoping that its seed is safe inside.

***

End of life comes with a final animal calling.

New generations take up the race you craved.

Deep inside a box, you'll watch their seed grow.

Title: The Theatre of Life – A Sestina

Desire is the genetic engine inside,

a powerful lusting that causes the heart to race.

Setting free our inner animals,

so, you can hear the need to bond calling.

Raging passions grow,

and a mouth-watering kiss is craved.

***

Blooming flowers by insects are craved,

as nature creates a lust for the pollen inside.

Obsessive feelings of procreation grow,

and all of God's creatures want to win the race.

All nature's creatures feel the yearning calling,

as they too are driven by their inner animals.

***

Like prowling animals,

each heartbeat is craved.

Now all nature's creatures are calling,

as their passion seeks to escape from inside.

To join in the race,

encouraging those feelings to grow.

***

The challenge will grow,

urging a stampede by the animals.

Wild and unabandoned, they race,

a good ass is craved.

Entrails knot inside,

with anxiety building, the voice is calling.

***

It is the dream of love calling,

and rhythmic movements grow.

Every stoke slips inside,

uniting the animals.

Fulfilling that which men and women have always craved,

to ensure the survival of the human race.

***

Falter and you will lose the race,

and defeat the purpose of the calling.

Humanity has religiously craved,

a desire to watch their seed grow.

It's the same for all animals,

hoping and praying that their seed is safe inside.

***

The end of life is calling all animals,

so new generations can take up the race they craved,

and your prize is to watch their seeds grow from deep inside a box.

Two awesome poems by the great NehpetsEnal!