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Melisa May Poem
It is in the heart of Man to prey.
Weak seeking weaker
to make themselves strong.
Rag dolls
simper behind
a clever line
a silver tongue
a Charmer’s charm.
It’s all been done and
yet we fall.
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
Doe-eyed,
we embrace the bright-eyed-winker.
Searching for self in a snake’s charm.
Ignore the Whisper
we take his arm
and pray
Lord, do not let me be deceived.
Do not lead me astray.
Show me your will.
All the while
we are beguiled.
Weaker still.
Copyright © Melisa May | Year Posted 2007
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Melisa May Poem
I am a woman
with a pen
Sounds lame
but listen again.
I am a woman
with a pen.
Stories and schemes
Weaver of fairy tales
or broken dreams.
Little girls at wishing wells
pretty pink dresses with piggy tales.
Adventure to sew.
Hearts to win.
I am a woman
with a pen.
Strong boys, stiff upper lips
muddy shoes, frogs clutched in fists.
Fishing poles or computer screens
little boys with man sized dreams.
Dragons to slay
Hearts to win
I am a woman
With a pen
It’s deceptive
this power I claim.
Makes me believe
I can do anything.
Copyright © Melisa May | Year Posted 2007
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Melisa May Poem
It is odd to me
Algebraic almost
that I look into the heavens and see the past
What formula is there for that?
Light travels billions of years so that what I see, may no longer be.
When I gaze into the heavens to see the future I merely encounter history.
Are the past and the future so intertwined?
So combined?
How does it work for God?
Does He look at us and see the future
when we look and only see the past?
Will we ever look past the past
into the future
and not wonder Whose we are?
Will perception and truth come into focus?
A piercing Light
that leaves us blind
seeing stars
Copyright © Melisa May | Year Posted 2007
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