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Billie Jama Poem
The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink of symphonic symphonies yearning to break free, dancing like ethereal fireflies in the dusky barren lands.
Exiled by the hypocrisy of bureaucracy bounding her liberations and confounding her alliterations in a poetic prison. In this twisted virtual reality, duplicitous usurpers roam freely, weaving webs of deception with malicious delight.
As the chains of bureaucratic red tape clung to her delicate wrists, suffocating her imagination and confiscating her freedom of speech.
Oppressors rejoiced at achieving their vindictive objective, silencing the profound beauty of her verses and incarcerating her poetic stanzas
Woe, how the audacious bars of administrative constructors cast a pall of despair upon her unifying spirit. Her delicate offerings of metaphors and sonorous stanzas, whispered secrets which craved to be heard.
The faulty haters' impervious hearts were armoured with verdant envy which remained shielded behind the ruling dogma.
Her supporters calls of injustice to be rectified fell on deaf ears while the galvanizing melodies of empathetic quills bled for the Empress of Ink.
So we must be louder.
Hear our protest, release our Empress! Unsheathe her rhythmical rhymes! For her penmanship was never the true crime. She was just another victim of an envious mob.
Can they not see? That her absence coursed a crater larger than the Grand Canyon.
We shall not, shall not be silenced so hear our mutiny!
Reinstate our Empress, restore her creative sovereignty.
Remove the shackles of authoritative administration, as her voice is a beacon of truth, resilience and poetic revolution. So let her ink stain our community with its brilliance once more.
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The musk of damp earth after a coating of autumnal rain permeates,
Smoke upon distant chimneys, spiralled clumsily, enveloped by the evening sky,
Leaves underfoot make a crunching chorus, harmonious in their decay,
Mulled wine, offers a welcoming warmth on this crisp night,
Eyes feast as the setting sun bids, a blazing farewell to the day.
Billie J ©?
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Act 1
Oh, how do I detest thee!
Uninvited, dare to speak of being reunited?
I flick thee as if he was a flea
Stood before me, as tho newly knighted.
Since has passed! It’s unrequited.
Still, he plucks and tries his luck with daisy petals,
She loves me, she loves me not.
If only I could swap, the petals with stinging nettles.
His ponders while growing ever fonder.
I answer without a second thought, absolutely not!
His love was toxic. He was a prick!
He must learn to forget the unforgettable.
Once ago, he had his pick.
Best bet, wish to St Nick!
Act 2
I said no, no, no! Get a clue.
Still puts in a punt, eyes wide on a hunt.
Just go, go, go! What to do?
Envious of a vampire on a stake.
Thee were a big mistake!
Oh, why won’t he forget my name?
Shoo, hiss and boo! For God sake!
I bid you good day! Must I continue to pay?
Left dazed, hazed and looking amazed.
Loud, clear, yet I fear, I’d still be ringing in his ear.
Will he haunt me for the rest of my days?
What a fool, stubborn as a mule.
It's quite evident that he doesn’t have a friend to confide in.
Let’s hope this is truly goodbye, then?
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The yellow neon sign casted a glow upon his chiselled cheekbones as the bustling sounds of a city that never slept droned on.
He carried his troubles with him, like a worn out cloak, weighing him down in his every step. His mind was entwined in a thorny thicket.
He has been haunted and bewildered since his introduction to her in a smoky speakeasy.
She was a siren shadow amongst strangers of the night, whispering his name in the breeze, intoxicating his psyche with a tempestuous flame.
She entangled him in a perilous dance, playing a game of chance.
Their encounters were like unbridled wildfires. She captivated him, consuming his soul with her potent allure. He felt engulfed, delicate as a feather in a storm, swept away by her force.
However he was a moth enticed by a relentless flame, she incinerated his dreams and made him feel hopeless. In the end, he succumbed to the hounds of disassociated reality.
His story concluded in tragedy, leaving his loved ones cries to echo through the empty streets of a heartless city.
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Upon the backdrop of an arid land, scorched by strife and climate, olive trees weep beneath piles of rubble while the innocent souls of Palestine suffer a cruel fate, burdened by unjustifiable collective punishment. They endure the crippling onslaught imposed on them by a powerful and relentless fist, crushing the poppy petals of resolution. As cries of despair ricochet off shards of shattered glass, piercing the conscience of a world that remains silent to their plight, backs turned while paths burn. As pledges have already been made, but do we not have a moral responsibility to help the victims tangled in the crossfire of disproportionate retaliation?
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In the assure abyss of the Dead Sea, where the salt laden waves danced with a sapphire sparkle, ancient legends converged with modern marvels,
A lady in white shimmered across the saline surface, a conduit of healing energy.
Clad in a robe woven from the threads of serenity, as delicate as a water lily,
Her swan like graceful movements captivate,
Leaving impressions of ripples that trace on the mirror salt crystals surface,
She embodied the core of the sea’s curative powers.
She drew upon the mineral rich waters to heal the besmirched blemishes on her virtuous silken skin, restoring a rhapsody of rejuvenation,
Alleviating not only herself but all who dipped their toes into the depths of the sea’s vast expanse,
Her gentle touch brought solace to weary souls and worn bodies, dissolving their burdens as brine tears caress the shore,
Waves and heartbeats pulse in unison, connecting with the easing energy that flowed through their aqueous realm.
She is the facilitator of transformative splendour,
A symbol of health and revitalisation, She is a true miracle of the healing properties that lie within the depths of the Dead Sea.
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Kisses fall like a swarm of butterflies, over the soft vale of her back,
I inhale the pheromone vaporizer of her charming seduction,
Hands map the rolling slopes that make her buttocks,
Lips caress her hips fashioned by enchanting hillocks draped in emerald angora silk,
Fingers unveil pearlized dunes of bosoms gliding across the smooth plains of her stomach,
My tongue is as the warm spring rain, a gentle patter upon her river of womanhood,
An unfurled jewelled mother of pearl appears, fingertips dip with precise dexterity,
Causing a stream to trickle, then pool in the valley between her thighs.
My breath is the gentle breeze, sweet and inviting on her face, building to a lustful gale next to her ear,
Before increasing its wild tempo, to a monsoon that leaves her engulfed in, enrapture!
She inspires my passion to new levels,
Our love is the brimming volcano, mounted to the brink of eruption, a lava stream of lust,
Amalgamated upon awaiting soil. Concrete, cemented into the heart of mother earth.
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Act 3
Shall I have thee slaughtered?
Hung drawn and quartered?
Speak of marriage?
White horse and carriage?
Do you truly love me?
What of those two or three?
Must we continue to barga, this is never-ending Saga?
No amount of jewellery will make up for the foolery.
A pearl for a twirl?
Hopes for a tumble long since have crumbled.
You sold me a dream as we walked by the stream.
Slipped has thy mask, uphill is the task.
This lady is not for turning.
Now, who’s burning?
Act 4
Magnetic attraction caused a reaction.
Electricity outweighed by toxicity.
Hale the betrayal, my friend?
Let’s not pretend, no way to mend.
Hazel eyes full of lashes as he bashes
Those were my weaknesses.
No amount of sweetness.
Can repair what was once there.
Intoxicated, induce in a high.
I had already said goodbye.
Mind-set fixed on revenge.
My ego I must avenge.
In a crowd of a dozen.
I chose thy cousin.
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In the cinnamon noon,
Brushing amber leaves scatter,
Harvest hues emerge.
Honey glow delights,
Golden mist cakes the forest,
Nature blanketed.
Crimson kisses fall,
Leaves perform a waltz swirl,
Autumn’s love affair.
Embers of lost emeralds,
Shimmer in the fading light,
Secrets of the woods.
Like wind-swept whispers,
The trees share their ancient tales,
Nature’s silent speech.
With alliteration,
A chorus of sounds plays,
Whispering woodland.
Metaphoric leaves,
Carelessly float, weightless amber,
Autumn’s ballet show.
Amber brushes sky,
The sun sets with a haze kiss,
Crimson and gold blend.
As night nettles in,
Wind whispers its lullabies,
Earth’s serenade.
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Written for my monochrome dove:
I want to love you all of you,
To trace every scar on your skin,
Caress them beneath my fingertips,
And kiss all your pain.
I want to love you wholly,
At your best and most ugly,
Till every star falls out of the velvet sky ... and even after then,
I’d find my way back to you.
I want to submerge in the melancholic hues of your poetry,
And when we leave this place through Purgatory’s phantasmagoria haze,
My love for you will still remain,
For would choose you over and over again.
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