Will you come, Oh merciful Lord?
To touch and heal my bleeding heart.
When I sob in suppressed agony,
Ease my heart so torn apart.
I entreat with a voice distressed,
To the one who always feels my pain.
Heal my hurt and purge my heart,
Of the sins which tacitly remain.
I stagger under the weight of life,
No one around to ease my grief.
I see you as my anchor and fort,
You beckon me with avowal of relief.
But a chasm separates you and me.
My legs grow weary as I try to walk.
My body ails with every forward step.
Carry me as impediments, my path block.
I see my world growing dark.
Grant me light that I will not grope.
Lend your hand in my tight rope walk.
That if fallen, I can spring back and hop.
I know, the opulence of this world,
Can never ever fill my weary heart.
It is in the sweetness of Thy love,
That I find my life’s whole comfort.
In the trials of life, in you I seek my shelter.
I wish nothing else but to be wholly thine
Lord, I wait here keeping my door open,
Will you come to make the light in me shine?
You men, having come from the martial Mars,
Us women from fetchingly cute Venus,
Do for long engage in a game of spars
And there’s li’le change in this mutual status.
For, feigning love no more than carnal sex,
Man’s for long sharpened his pyrrhic war axe,
To get loved whilst the fair sex has paid tax,
Praise be, pretender that no genius lacks!
Conjugal life centres round, what else, sex,
If we believe what an expert sayeth,
Fains if there be freedom from sex or tax,
Cometh liberation only at death!
So then, there's un-spelt avowal of truce,
Abundant surges still conjugal juice!
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Expert sayeth: Havelock Ellis and others on the subject of sex
Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek) | 01.08.05 |
“NOTHING I KNOW!”
From this solid statement
and surrendering avowal
gets birth inquisitive mind.
Through the positive curiosity
and inquisitive asking
gets birth knowledge.
Positive knowledge makes peaceful mind
and an equal love for everyone and everything
and this love makes known to the path of GOD
Because GOD created this universe in LOVE
-December 10, 2018 Chattogram
Lost my equilibrium amidst
an utterly ethereal seduction,
ascending glinted stratospheres
'tween reciprocally magnetic forces,
beyond constellations' obscure vapors,
whilst breathlessly infatuated moons
softly whispered destinies' avowal to
surrender otherworldly ventured sighs...
I want to be the impetus
furthermost your gravity...
CONTEST 225 - sponsored by Brian Strand
inspired by Sara Bareilles "Gravity"
Beneath a tall magnolia I sat
And watched the slender birch trees oft caressed
By wind and sunny tenderness, and blessed
With quiet air above the grassy mat.
Beyond the trees, a tall Artesian fount
Would pour its misty sprinkle on the lake,
Where turtles basked before the sun to take
The pulse of Pan’s calm heart, in restful count.
An aged and stately yew concealed a thrush
Whose rapturous refrain enticed the ear
And voiced a call his fellows to endear
And spot new friends within the covert lush.
The rueful reeds esconded waterfowl
Who watched in slumber o’er their fluffy young
While cotton clouds above were sparsely flung
And charmed the air in pledges of avowal.
A chilly gust of autumn wind then passed:
The wary thrush flew off; the geese stood still.
I quickly heard the mumble of the mill
And its blunt call, whose rhythm paced too fast.
How sly is Time! In peace I wished to live,
Not bend my mind upon the day’s dull cares;
If only I had caught him unawares,
I might have fooled him and his greedy sieve.
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
We are but mortals with uncertain destiny
at the mercy of time and of fates that be
but dearest, I'll remain forever true to thee
For tis you I shall love, I avowal faithfully
I shall hold you close unto my soft breast
press my warm lips to thine at your behest
croon thee to slumber when in need of rest
bathe you in the sea's waves as they crest
Though death may blazon to me at night
shackled, we shall be in chains held tight
n 'ere shall I be enticed far from thy sight
nay, no grave ever be our dividing blight
No reaper's scythe shall keep you from me
from this heart of mine thy shan't be free
as rooted fast in Earth's richest soil, a tree
ere our hearts be entwined for all eternity.
Blond in a corner
Scab-faced - face-chewer
Insidious narcissist
Asseverates feigns for empathy
Pontificates spiels on sobriety
The carpet stained – the smell of sewer
A seventy dollar catalyst
Being passed – contained in glass
The anticipation is also the allure.
Derail – engage – yell
What twisted place is this?
What sick new sons of Belial?
Dismal – Impetus.
Divine justice is impetuous
When rock bottoms surpass
The abysmal depths of hell.
Regret all past professions
Regretting all you avowal
Become a regret, like the blond in the corner.
Come here, I will show you how.
Alone in my own ruin,
This soul aches, deep from within.....
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.
At my pious avowal, my seed was sown.
A new vision, my liege Lord's race is known.
Century said he'd lived earlier to lead
Believers on how to water the seed;
and gather more fruits for the barn he build.
Some will fall on thorns or stones; better a field
To receive a hundred fold increase, lest
I'm bereft of my bounty soul harvest.
*Poetry - Invisible Touch*
Poetry's not avowal, a destiny
Being outside class, feel visibility
By a touch of words, breathtakingly
Language changes universe, make it easy
Jewel crown made of gems, worthy
Here lies a gem, shape of rhyme, glaringly
Whole with sound and words, boisterously
Tear my heart and soul, like never be
Vividly, mind sees a way of clarity
Toward high places, absolute and free
Poetry shouts wisdom, man can see
Thru a glorious touch of the invisibility.
Busaba Patanawiroj
7.10.2010
I wasn’t much of a bonnet gal
never wanting to mess my hair
at scouts I was the first rascal
to toss that beanie in the air
and run the *ell out of there!
My college days brought brims most carnal
which dipped low in the front like Cher’s.
And head scarfs I removed, a scadal,
to wrap around my bosoms bare
so cold in the concerts open-air.
Much latter, at my wedding avowal
with a veil over the whole affair,
I walked down the isle triumphal
with a husband most debonair
and oodles of family who stared.
But my most favorite hat was lethal,
as a pirates moll, I had savior faire,
black leather and most demonical
with peacock feathers trailing for flair
“Argghh, me hearties, I was the bonniest there.”
how failures
translated poorly from
monumental intentions
how an uneasy kid
sank to your feet
a tenth the man beckoned
how mere lies
are offered to
one so earnestly loved