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Insightful Praise of a Pretty Little Liar

Chiaroscuro ballerina,
Rond de jambe in chaînés
Jeté, jeté
Grand jeté

Mariana Victoria,
Your Seiren eyes speak in
Adamantine lies
Forbidden apple gates

Amina Afrikana,
Runes enjambed in chains
Adamantly denying
Grand opries

Bloomeria guro,
Your six-petaled cries sing
"Beaujolais, beaujolais!"
Forbidden pomegranates

December 3, 2000

To my complacent Ms. Crane

I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so labor for your love. The muse runs foolhardy across every page, and on stage I act the jester just to catch a glimpse of that sweet Southern smile. I do so aspire to taste the nectar of your kiss. All this time apart has my heart yearning, even imploring your touch. I beseech your name to stop the tribulation, to ease the travailing of my heart. My belle I don't say these things in comfort, I adamantly long for a union of our souls, and a harmony played on our heartstrings. As God is my witness, love is our destination, however our journey begins with us. I query of your heart oh misfortuned women, what perplexes your heart? What clutters your mind's thoughts? Is it I? My only desire is your happiness. I too, see happiness as my endeavor. So this leaves us at a crossroad. Shall we be a blessed union, or do we wander trodden thoroughfare?

Preemptively yours
Michael

HOMELESS

Reflecting...at the end of December 2009 I was homeless. However, in March of 2010 God intervened and provided me a safe roof over my head where I have resided for almost 15 years! He is a good and faithful God, who has never left me alone and I will never cease to give Him Glory, amen. 
HAPPY NEW YEAR!


H  earing God above the chant of scoffers and being 


O  pen to manisfestations of true joy...I find that His  


M  ercy and grace 'neon lights'...negate the obvious  


E  xpected feelings of  'self pity'...thus this revelation  


L  eaves me with the 'treasure' of a renewed...deep  


E  stablished trust...that is profoundly and adamantly 


S  ubstantiated with increased love for a dependable
 

S  ure Savior and a belief in the 'impossible' for 2010

 

 Romans 5:3-5

 

 

 

 


copyright; jmbell-12/2009

Lilith

She’s a succulent succubus  
witch whom I can’t resist Her fervent pheromones. 
Her tenacious trance encapsulates me 
into Her wonderous whirlwind of pleasures. 
I’m hopelessly enraptured by Her. 
And with a whimsical wave of Her wand, 
She commands me with domineering diligence, 
“Behold lover, assume the proper position!” 
And immediately, I’m on all fours 
balking banally at Her luscious loins. 
My reverent refrain is in disdain. 
How can I contest this calamity? 
When I’m so adamantly adorned by Her approaching advances. 
I sorely succumb suddenly to trembling tremors. 
Epileptic ecstasy overcomes me! 
How can I refuse?  
I’m Hers, and She knows it! 

And my Penthouse pantry full of magazines 
rattle rhapsodies from my groin.

All these things I could do

I wish I could scrumerge your  vista
hurt your emotional calibre
pique your errant sojourn
Run counter to your plans
Turn off your sunshine tap
Un mistletoe your golden spleen
accommodate you in a cave
the sole occupant
adamantly theoretical unconversationalist
to echo alone

Does Love Surpass All Miracles

Everything said, everything thought and done
is stored in the subconsciousness of a memorable tune; 
a whole life was spent in search of gratification,
of that sweetheart to convert this restless dreamer
to love, to show his amorous and changeless affection
in ways that eloquently expressed the exquisite art of lover!

Does love surpass all miracles doubtingly conceived
in the credulous mind, expecting thrills and kisses
in form of heavenly bliss, or a fulfillment of greed?  
The wisher of resonant allusions was entirely convinced
to succeed with his cunning by offering petty gifts 
to entrap the feeblest heart used to sweet whispers!

Who loves the drama of a tragic end in any somber narrative? 
Of course, the joker with a hilarious and derisive laughter!
Does he care that what he says is no offense to provoke anger 
in the jeering crowd that mocks him for being insensitive?

My honor was fairly, amply given and adamantly received,
I have left no murmuring lips in suspense; dear Heaven: my honesty
wasn't derided but perceived well and sealed in their endeared memory!
Precious inamorata, love surpasses all miracles as mine did!

Pangiellas Tale

                 ~ Pangiella~
                     9/9/2023

Pangiella wed-a wealthy Pakistani.
He bought her a pricey Mogdiliani!
Plus, an annual supply of Pastrami

Be assured, he was a cultured mensch!
With a penchant to kiss her on any park bench,
For he adamantly adored, his hot-blooded wench!

They wed, had children, by last count, three. 
Of course, busy as romantic honey bees.
Living contentedly, on the lovely Isle of Capri.

No more poetry, does wench Pangie ever try to write. 
Busy now with family, parties and being socially right.
He keeps her busy with love and Madeira on moonlit nights!

And Goddess of Destiny Ordained That We Meet

And Goddess Of Destiny Ordained That We Meet

I walk through silent waters so slowly adrift
My doomsday heart racing just to barely keep up
The old barn owl flies forth, so adamantly swift
I drink gaspingly my joy in my bright golden cup
No matter, the black shadow follows my same path
Even this beaming new dawn cannot stop its flight
The olden gods they live again venting heartless wrath
Death arrives on silver wings and with darken night.

I walk out of silent waters, a brand new soul
Rage, chaos and heartache could not spirit defeat
For purity of our love protects loving souls
And goddess of destiny ordained that we meet.

Thank I, life giveth this greatest of golden treats.
Left far behind are my pains and useless defeats.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
September 22nd, 1973

Note:
"Momentary lapse, where this life seems worth living.
 Where Fate forgets its ire and lets love start giving."

Buoyancy

Decorum walking on stilts
There's a train station beckoning you goodbye
Young Bobby is talking adamantly
he has lost his chance

Your hallmark has lost its sheen
paper machinations,
a wave of apprehension
out out of time
prepare to meet your maker

Usage of Skill Helps One Manage

In case you use not your skill
One day you may even lose it
Constant practice is a must
As it will polish our skill finely

Whatever may be your power
By not repeating a talent
You make yourself very weak
And cancel your expertise

Repetition is the best method
To preserve our dexterity wisely
Never stop due to sheer boredom
Practice makes one truly perfect

Let anything be the chosen field
Hard-work alone will perform magic
It will render miracles very easily
Hard-work has so far never failed

In case you now have failed badly
Forget the past and start with hope
Chances are bright to get victory
Successful people feel never tired

Enthuse your mind with optimism
Fill your heart with maximum joy
Let faith and trust give you scope
Adamantly believe that you can

Due to persistence and perseverance
Enormous energy is had by the mind
Positive approach becomes a habit
Goals are achieved, fame is reached.

A Sincere Expression of Gratitude From a Normally Bashful Guy

i have my bad habits
you accept them all
i have my imperfections
you see them as rare art
you smile at me as i put the last of the ornaments on the Christmas tree
i do not deserve you
the True Blessing for me is that you adamantly disagree

i made some bad decisions
you shrug your shoulders and say 'don't we all?'
i am not wise with my money
you smile at me as i put the Mom's Favorite Star on top of the Christmas Tree
i am not worthy of you
the True Blessing for me is that you passionately disagree

i am my own worst enemy
you open your arms and your heart to offer friendship
i am the president of the construction of my problems
your smile at me as i plug up the brand new lights radiantly beautifying the Christmas Tree
i do not have the potential to be anywhere near your esteemed presence
the True Blessing for me is that YOU WILL ALLWAYS FOREVER DISAGREE,
and i will humbly and sincerely Thank God for You until my time on this earth is done

Determine To Win

Make a very shrewd planning
To achieve wonderful success
Think always of fine winning
Let your efforts be vigorous
 
Thoroughly analyze the position
And find out all the ways to win
Steadily go ahead in your mission
First courageously, you must begin
 
Initially, you may even lose
But, cling to hope adamantly
To be positive, you choose
Tackle life very intelligently
 
Thousand times you may fail
But, let your hope be intact
instead if you fear and ail
No use even if you have tact
 
Use the chance now available
And show your fullest talent
Prove that you are capable
A great name, you can invent
 
Good luck for you to succeed
Opportunities are now given
Only sincere efforts you need
You can easily trace Heaven
 
Fear and tear are only useless
Trust and courage are important
God is there to mercifully bless
Go ahead by being confident.

I Only Do What I Have To Do

I adamantly will not do them unless it is a necessity.
My sister is cleaning her house out, for when she dies.
I scoff at this, telling her I have ten grandchildren.
They will love digging through all the debris, collecting stuff.

But do you want them to see the mess? She asks me.
Why not? I will be dead and burned. It is not what I want to do.
So, I am not doing it. I hardly do my taxes, because I do not want to.
Of course, prison for people like me does not sound great, so I do it.
I am not about to decorate my house for holidays any more.
I gave my daughters all of my decorations. I do not care if they keep them either.

All I care about is not doing what I don’t want to do.
I do not clean or cook or vacuum or make a bed.
I have not done laundry in sixteen years.
My biggest joy is to not do what I don’t want to do.
I adamantly and consistently care about that.

Feeling Beloved

Heartfelt Mermaid plunged herself into the ocean’s deepest part.
She felt the feelings of the other fish, they truly touched her heart.
She recognized predators who left her alone, she knew not why.
It is not your turn yet, the whale told her. You are not ready to die.

She felt the porpoise and dolphins swimming along to protect.
They had kept her safe, this she did strongly and adamantly suspect.
Heartfelt Mermaid kept diving down into the murky depths of the water.
Feeling beloved and protected, as Neptune’s firstborn daughter.

Masks

Is there anyone in this world who’s real anymore?
Have we created a society so completely synthetic
like faux suede and polyester lace
that when the going gets hot melts into goo
everyone feeling the need to don a fake face to fit in?
Are there people who are actually the person 
they present themselves to be publicly
or has life become one perpetual production 
everyone playing the part of a fictional character
in front of a perfectly painted façade?
Perhaps that’s why my forty plus years thus far 
on this planet have proven to have been so painful
I’ve adamantly refused to be anyone but me
aside from on the stage where I'm expected 
to portray another personality
Has authenticity been deemed an undesirable trait?
Is it my fate to be forced to remain wary 
every waking moment of a man behind the curtain 
projecting a convincing illusion
creating in others a delusion as to their true identity?
Humanity has always had a penchant 
for making a thing more difficult when it doesn’t need to be
Wouldn’t everything be so much easier if you were simply you
as I am simply me?

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