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Step Ever So Light – On Halloween Night
Step Ever so light
Into this treacherous night
Creatures that abandon the day
Come out to play
Hear those Chill winds howl
To the hoot of an owl
The pale moon flickers
On black cats and bats,
While shadows dance softly
On old crooked hats.
There is corruption at play
In this treacherous night
Step Ever so light, Ever so light
Into the Halloween night
That steals your soul,
With shadows creeping
darkness takes control.
To play ball they crawl
In the moon’s eerie thrall.
The Universal teachings
They fail to recall
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light ~ Ever so light.
Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh
Step Ever so light
It’ll steal your soul,
With shadows creeping
darkness takes control.
To play ball they crawl
In the moon’s eerie thrall,
The Universal teachings
They fail to recall
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light ~ Ever so light.
Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh
Love is the essence.
Your presence is flavor.
I'll savor you "Now and Later."
Your sweetness is one,
of many candies,
not just good night pillow mint "Andes."
I'm a "sucker" for you,
like an "Everlasting Gobstopper," forever true.
Even if there's "Mounds" on the "Rocky Road,"
we'll "Crunch" it out and keep our oath.
You gave me a "Ring Pop" and I said, "I do."
You're forever my "Sweettart" and I love you.
You know I'm shy, but a great romancer.
"Red Rope" me in, like a "Jolly Rancher."
Let's make it "Good and Plenty,"
as true love's meant to be.
We'll start with "Hershey's Hugs,"
then we'll twist into "Kisses."
Doesn't that sound delicious?
I'll lick your "Necco,"
as you tickle my ears.
My "Snickers" are so hard,
I'm brought to tears.
I'll "Rollo"-ver and purr like a "KitKat"
while you tenderly rub my back.
"Mr. Goodbar," you're way above par.
You make relaxing easy,
like bendy "Laffy Taffy."
You give me "Red Hots" with your fingertips.
""M"mm "&" "M"mm," are upon my lips.
Take me to "Mars," in the "Milky Way,"
Take me anywhere, as long as you stay.
Call me "Baby Ruth," or whatever you please.
Call me your girl, or a playful tease.
You're a little nutty, my funny "Almond Joy."
When it's "Reece's," I'll play with your toy.
You're not so shabby, fancy "Sugar Daddy."
We'd make great "Sugar Babies."
Maybe with lots of practice,
we might have "Twix."
We could name them "Mike & Ike,"
or something we both like.
You're such a "Big Hunk,"
and I love "Whoppers."
Let's make this night one of many non-stoppers.
(Candy names were originally in bold instead of quotations, but it didn't transfer over
correctly.)
She said, if I correctly recall,
That, for her, a sustaining love is an
Absolute prerequisite for what
Would be a total commitment of the
Coupling bodies...and all that
Constitutes the essential parts of the
Eternal Soul;
And I not so assuredly competent
In this - the practice of such a higher
Art!
Adding, some little time later, that
Being so chained, in what she described
As an unfortunate consequence of a
Most regrettable thrall,
To a domineering Harlequin who,
When mindlessly exercising the upper
Whip hand, had neither modest restraint
Or any amount of unimpassioned
Self-control,
Was, in fact, just a flagrant excuse
For a base lust;
Of course this was not to be confused
With the laudable and gallant actions
Conceived within the inner workings
Of a steadfast and more openly honest
Heart.
And was I convinced that I was indeed
Sincere in all my avowed pledges?
And did I truly understand that all her
Troubled life she had tirelessly
Searched for one such as I purported
To, somehow, seemingly be?
How I instantly can bring to mind
Those obscure and doubting mutterings...
Still carrying upon an ill wind I
Should not wonder;
I think of them like the songs of the
Naiads: what woefully remaining
Sounding endlessly above the glassy
Tinkling of a mystical lakeside's
Stiffened and shuffling Sedges;
You a modern-day Danae, infant Perseus
Clutched to your swollen breast, your
Little box, in all its abject
Loneliness, now set adrift upon some
Desolate and open sea.
What turned out, in the end, to be a
Pointless charade. Perhaps; but that
Which, despite shortening periods, whilst
Enduring felt almost timeless.
Then of course this shared guilt...
That will, shamefully I fear,
Forever bind us.
me
needing
you through
good and bad
times shared of
joy and love with
forgiveness linked
into redemption
saved through troubled times
with truth is grace
loving daily
portrayed and
pure is love
through me
needing
you
Forgive me, the "Backwards Poem" form is not an option on Poetry Soup so I listed it as a "verse". It is a form of poetry which can be read correctly downwards and upwards also.
I used a strict syllable count of: 1-2-2-3-3-4-4-5-5-4-4-3-3-2-2-1
Date Written: June 30, 2016
I shore up my doubt, behind a loosely bound hope
Which in turn is propped up without foundation
Cynical of a life, at the mercy of luck
Collateral damage feeds my reservation
I shore my up tomorrow with what I see today
Without conspiracy or investigation
I place trust in all that’s completely unfettered
For fear, I’m left to this present resignation
I shore up my life with whatever came before
Not hindsight or academic education
The oblivion traversed until I was born
Strings along primal echoes of information
I shore up my conscious with bliss and ignorance
Interspersed with indifference on occasion
It’s not I don’t care about suffering and death
Rather, I’m desensitised by their pervasion
I shore up my denial with an open mind
Which is nothing except raw interpretation
This planet spins correctly, even though tilted
Not by wishful thinking, but strange gravitation
I shore up my boredom, trying to fall asleep
When really tired, will attempt hibernation
Anything to forget this human condition
After remembering, I’m long past salvation
I shore up my heaven, by creating a hell
Balance looks more appealing, in an equation
Gaze upon purgatory, and share what I see
Not because I’m kind, it’s more my destination
I shore up my poem by claiming it’s my own
But in truth, it’s an open collaboration
I conspire with the musings of all that’s unclear
They dwell inside me, in flawless aberration
- - - - - - -
better to face hell alone ~ than bring the whole world along for the ride
said the moon eclipsing the sun ~ who replied son I’m right behind you
By
David Kavanagh
Created to belong to the one soul
For whom my heart would beat
Rhythmic beats of thirsting desires
I have,
Since times immemorial
Enjoyed this state of being
A slave to Love!
Why, loving requires patience,
Submission, abandoning my throne
And even accepting to disrobe my soul
Among gaping crowds,
Made of souls who understand not
That I am the whirlpool, raging forth
And Love, remains
The river bed, calm and soothing
To allow me to simply keep on being!
Why, being the slave of love
Allows me to imbibe in gloomy souls
The musical tunes of love, tuned correctly
Of course, meaning solely
To give their hearts wings
As to wish to experience its magic too!
Pray, being the slave of love
Requires of me to be virtuous
Made of morals, of principles, of tears,
Of blood, of forgiveness, of acceptance,
Of blinded will, why, of passion,
So deep and so fragile, that it can be
Mistaken to be a natural calamity at times
And a fragranced flower at others!
Of love have I made my master,
As such was willed to me by the skies
I have accepted it and am ready to die for it
If need be,
Though the lover in me yearns to be held in
Between warm palms and to be asked
Of why is it that I still hold on
Even if doing so implies swimming against the current!
A slave of love am I
Enjoying it as long as I have enough strength to
Dancing on its tunes
Meditating on its peace
Writing of its hidden meanings
Waiting for it, waiting
As the drowning do,
For a hand to pull them up!
For Contest Slave to Love
Written on 3rd July 2019
Yes Lord I will follow You, knowing it’s the right thing to do.
To the depths of my being, I know I will be true.
I learned to really love You, and then I felt brand new.
Knowing it’s the right thing to do, Yes Lord, I will follow You.
Temptation had led me astray, in the past I was forlorn.
Younger and selfishly rebellious, til our first child was born.
I have faithfully followed You, seeing her from that day.
In the past I was forlorn, temptation had led me astray.
I hear You calling Lord, telling me which path to take.
It isn’t always straight forward, easy to divert by mistake.
I smile knowing I chose correctly when I hear You applaud.
Telling me which path to take, I hear You calling Lord.
Your love is within me, where evil thoughts could start.
I follow You, with all the love that’s in my heart.
You teach me kindness and forgiveness and sympathy.
Where evil thoughts could start, Your love is within me.
You lead me to peace, Yes I will follow you Lord,
You guide me to help others, never needing a reward.
You keep me humble, I know your guidance will not cease.
Yes I will follow you Lord, You lead me to peace.
A MAD (TAG!)
I am very upset right now.
I do hope many of you read my tag.
Do not care if you comment or not.
I may not answer a comment correctly.
Do I have to ask for forgiveness.
Every time I do not understand a poem.
I am no genius.
I do not care if I do not rhyme in this one .
Why are them ladies making me an enemy, what did I do.
Well I am done playing nice.
I am sorry I am not fully educated, but I tell you what.
You keep running people out.
So you can drink up all the soup.
From this point on I will comment only them who comment me .
I will block every one out, for being smarter than me.
I also will reply with a thank U only.
I can't believe them folks who I admire Talked about me.
I also want all you to know do not pretend to be my friend.
Every poet can have two points of view.
That is why it is called a comment.
You write it, I make it what I want it to be.
I am not Esther leaving ugly comments.
We are all armatures here like it or not.
Do not tell me I am a typo for not wanting high class words
I do not care, back stabbing ladies that is what I heard.
You and your poetry are not that perfect as well.
You can say I have no sense of poetry
You can call me a dead beat poet.
Hey! U can even (Shoot this poet.)
The one thing you can not take away from me
Is my God given right to say
"I AM A POET ! "
----I am not going to say sorry! For expressing my anger about the gossip-----
----I TAG YOU FRANK HERRERA ----- Hope you are not one of the above.
We are all brothers and sisters born without hate
Naked we were born to earth with purity and innocence as Lily
Love has no barriers beyond our earthly grasp
Right actions coming from the right setting, it starts from within
Sometimes we feel we are living inside a bubble
To live a good life, we must think, speak and act correctly
Destiny paints our divine promise colors a rainbow
Everything's really just small adjustments in your life
The search for the true love with joy and confidence in this world
Let your light shine bright, love inside the heart last forever
Of life our guiding angels a choir heavenly glamor
Angels over flowing universe with its clean and deep strength
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 11.03.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
All the little bunnies were lined up for a race. Why, you may ask?
Because the dear old Leader Bunny was stepping down with grace.
He had led the others for years without disgrace, in all pursuits.
He was their advisor, friend, and confidant... solver of disputes.
Such a lofty position was dearly sought by all…from all around.
But he could pick only one to wear that lofty, wonderful crown.
So a race was determined to quickly resolve, the question therein.
And a lovely little laurel crown was offered, to the one who did win.
Now many strategies to win emerged from within the race.
The most common was the notion to set the fastest pace…
A few would use tricks that might hurt, in order to slow others down.
A few were mean, for they wanted the power that comes with the crown.
Two were clever and would catapult each other at the very end.
A few just practiced running to gain the added stamina needed to win.
Only one little rabbit found shoes for the poor, for it was a rocky trail.
And when the race began he helped those hurt in the prevail.
Now the dear old leader had never actually worn a laurel crown.
His had been symbolic; his works had brought him his renown.
When the Leader Bunny gave the laurel crown to he who won the race…
Only a few were surprised, when the little helper won the Leader’s grace…
Though some would go on to complain because he had come in last…
It truly takes someone who knows how to serve, to lead and guide the rest.
But my moral to this story is that…. Regardless what some may think…
It takes compassion to correctly lead…and sometimes the last can be the best…
Somebody suggested I write the tale using the correctly spelled words because my story (below here in the Homophone contest) is simply too distracting to understand with homophones. Hope you will take a peek!!
When Harry Met Terry
Once upon a time in a wood, a very nice prince named Harry
met in the mist, high on the bough of a tree, a fairy named Terry.
The fairy felt low, for he was weak, and he was in need of some meat.
He bawled, “Woe is me. I can’t even stand here on my own two feet!
My poor heart is breaking, and I’m in pain. The last time that I ate
was days ago. You see, I’m in a haze and do not feel so great.”
I perish and long for wine and ham. Even better would be lamb!
But I would settle for a piece of bread with some sweet berry jam.”
Prince Harry knew he had some mints, some Tic Tacs that were in the pair
of new red jeans he wore. He took them out and waved them in the air.
“Licorice too I have right here!” Prince Harry told the fairy.
“It’s not much, but please do eat. Later on, we’ll dine and make merry.”
Prince Harry placed the fairy Terry on his pale white horse.
Then away the royal with the fairy hastened on his homeward course.
All day long they rode and rode. When the fairy started to groan.
Suddenly, from the horse, both the man and fairy were thrown.
Hungrily, they paced beneath the setting sun and through the night.
They pressed on until morning. Harry’s residence came into sight.
Prince Harry’s wife had supper ready, and she’d made a pie.
From utter happiness, the fairy thought that he might die.
She heated up their food for them. They both had grown so pale!
She listened as the fairy Terry told his tragic tale. . .
of how he’d lost his way and, for food, had not one crumb
until her dear spouse rescued him. At last, his prince had come!
We are all brothers and sisters born without hate
Naked we were born to earth with purity and innocence as Lily
Love has no barriers beyond our earthly grasp
Right actions coming from the right setting, it starts from within
Sometimes we feel we are living inside a bubble
To live a good life, we must think, speak and act correctly
Destiny paints our divine promise colors a rainbow
Everything's really just small adjustments in your life
The search for the true love with joy and confidence in this world
Let your light shine bright, love inside the heart last forever
Of life our guiding angels a choir heavenly glamor
Angels over flowing universe with its clean and deep strength
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen
11.03.2015 Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Heart Washed Ashore
“The sun of my reason has set.
My thoughts have set sail and
My heart was washed ashore last night.
Take me to the bottom of the ocean.
There, I will build you a sandcastle.”
I asked you to bring me something from your memories.
You brought me all the stars in the Universe;
You brought me their gleam, their glimmer.
And I, I stood there consumed by their warmth.
In that moment, I realized that you will always love me more.
I waited for the dewdrop to come home;
But you painted for me dark blue skies and thunder.
The clouds brought me to you and I stayed; I stayed
Because there was no part of me that hadn't felt the rain.
In that moment, I realized you were my comfort; my ease.
I stretched out my hand to touch that petal.
And you flooded me with peaches and flowers,
You made me believe in Orange trees and destinies;
I watched our euphoria take over my dreams.
In that moment, I realized that you were my escape.
I let myself fall asleep on your lap and heard our time tick away.
I guessed correctly then, that Time would be our antagonist.
And I must say, she played it quite well.
I couldn’t feel the scent of your laughter anymore.
In that moment, I realized that I had already lost you.
I'm sorry I let my mind strike those words out;
I hadn't realized that they were stories from another world;
I hadn't realized that I was erasing your dream.
I'm sorry I didn't even feel the heat of your fire;
I was so consumed in mine.
Think of happy places, happy people; they said.
But in all my thoughts, I saw myself with you.
You are my happiness. The period I refused to place.
You are the ink-spot that refused to wash off.
Come be my snowfall again; I promise I won’t hurt the flakes.
Our yesterdays were so beautiful. Oh yes, they were!
They've held most of our smiles and best of our memories.
Frightened at the sight of our dreams coming true
I don't want our tomorrows to meet.
So hold my hand one last time and wish me a Good Life.
Let our destinies lay buried under the shade of our Orange Tree.
18 October 2016
Words Drowned In Tears Poetry Contest
On the day you told me you wanted to die,
I stared at the glowing screen,
Mouth gaping,
Wondering if I was understanding your words correctly.
You toyed with me to throw me off your trail
A rabbit zig zagging through the brush
But Im a hunting hound
Trained for the best.
I caught whiff of your suicide sent
Its smell is familiar to me.
Casual jokes, silence, im fine lies.
All a mask to hide the truth you don’t want me to see.
You don’t want me to see the razors in your pockets
The empty alcohol bottles under your bed,
The pills by your sink for illnesses you do not have,
The belt hanging from your fan, that is four sizes too long.
You don’t want me to see this side of you
But I see it whether you show it to me or not.
You tell me to forget and move on
But how can I?
How can I forget the awful panic
That I might one day respond to the call
That you have tried to take your life
That I might hold your life in my hands one day.
How can I forget the awful panic
That I might lose you.
That I might cry rainbow tears
As your father serenades you into forever sleep.
Forgive me if I seem selfish
Its just I have only now found a reason to live.
And it kills me that
My reason to live also wants to die.
I am
a period. When you see me it means
a full stop. A break for
the reader.
The end of the sentence.
I end your story. Sometimes not soon
enough.
Sometimes I am not found for
long stretches of time. I am hiding it seems.
Good sentence structure
brings me acceptable in the world.
I like that.
When I am used correctly. Oops.
Not in intervals durations infrequently
or repeatedly and wherever and whenever.
Often I go where I do not
belong just because I can.
I am not pretty
like a exclamation mark
or a semi-colon or even the lovely
question mark no I am just a dot.
But I am demanding. ClOSE the door.
or I can be polite. Please close the door.
So this is my story.
I am
a period. When you see me it means
a full stop. A break for
the reader.
The end of a sentence.
And in ending always remember to
wrap it up with me.
The end.
______________________________
September 8, 2015
Free Verse - Personification
For the contest, Punctuation Personified, sponsor, Debbie Guzzi
9th Place