Best Partaken Poems

The whisper of your skin
dissolving into mine -
the weight of it is kin
to that of wings of butterflies - divine
deliciousness I can’t define!

My precious love -
We meld into a sky of night that’s never been
so breathlessly partaken of
nor ever will again.
Exquisitely you paint my sweetest...

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STAND WITH A FACE OF HUMILITY

Thou curse a great angel to fall 
from the heavens of glory and power,
though let man build towers for himself alone
letting him gaze on earth down.
Daggers are unknown but 
they are directed to oneself
piercing six-inches deep in the heart
though made...

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O harlot of colored scarlet hath divided the spoils
The wealthy, well oiled, prophesy uncertainty 
Thee measures of  barley spoil not the oil or wine
heavenly leaven is unmeasured, care to take a wager
A bird in hand of human man, faith is in the bush
O little...

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“SHAME ON YOU
HERETIC
THIS BLASPHEMY YOU CONSPIRE 
MAKES ME SICK
YOU PLAY WITH THE DEVIL
AND DO NOT TELL ME YOU DO NO SUCH THING
YOU SUMMON DEMONIC SPIRITS FROM THE BOWELS OF HELL
YOU SIN WHEN YOU DANCE TO THE WICKED SONGS YOU SING
WHAT SPELLS DO YOU BREW?
WHAT CURSES...

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Lemons make you pucker
If you bite into their pulp.
Limes produce a juice to make you
Grimace as you gulp.

Other fruits are bitter
But there’s one with no escapes
And you can tell, by someone’s face,
Who’s eaten sour grapes.

Those who have partaken often
Find someone to blame.
Others have it in...

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Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces                     
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation 
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks...

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This My Heart Cries Out, Is But A Sad Song

I shall drinketh not of Life's poison draught
Nor when famished, yield to its pleading thirst
Of Hope, goodness in Life, I was this taught
What ego so swells, it will also burst;
As man walks in darkness his steps...

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Sunday roast
A meal I loved
for some time not partaken
When Ma was here 
Well ~ oh my dear
Served on the dot at one o’clock  
And woe betide if we were late
it would be on the table 
upon our plate 
and steaming hot
Whether we were there...

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Written: April 27, 2024, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "Anything born in spring dies in fall, but love is not seasonal."  by Rumi
Poem Form: Fragmented Rhyme created by Constance La France

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I know that is what you are trying to do until you don’t lose.
     Upset the balance of a rightful world to
Destroy a focus that remains visionary to 
     Defeat the purpose of eternal peace.
Against the odds,...

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MYSTIC ROSE

Muses sent via conquest.
You have your desire.
Squaddie of a definite stance
This you would deny.
Is it the way I interweave
Crusading my cause?

Rousing your intellect seem to be not that hard.
Ornery is a word I dare not apply.
So I enter your challenges with a purpose in...

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SLOTH

Of the eastern hemisphere, regal lies a continent.
A mustering of soldiers walked a campaign for mastery.
Napoleon Army had virtually defeated all other nation states.
From Russia his Army walked after this war partaken.
They had addressed the real threat.
But oh, Russia’s freezing winter caused sin to manifest.
Napoleon...

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The land was cloaked in a black dress,
The crowd was watching my Christ die,
When the blinding darkness, the deafening stillness 
Was shattered by an overwhelming cry;

Resonating, reaching up to heaven across-
A cry in anguishful agony,
My Saviour crying on the cruel cross-
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

A cry...

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Woes’, my dearest friend!
I have partaken in battle. 
Facing the fury of ravenous dogs!  
They gnashed my bleeding limbs! 
In the darkest hour, I stood! 
Hands calloused, reaching to the sky!
Gently offering stretched fingers.
Grasping for abandoned faith!

And love. 
Yes…. oh yes! And love! 

Crumpled...

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The dialogue is love. It saturates every fiber of 
The soul. It intoxicates the spirit. Thus, evermore
I dwell at its tavern. I sip from its heavenly goblet,
Thereby, dancing in the spirit. It’s the stimulus of
Miracles—the parent of eternity. From depth the
Soul, I’ve courted love, inscribing...

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