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Don't let him sway you with his sultry rhymes
Don't let him woo and steal your heart away
Don't let him touch your soul with soulful lines
You know, my dear, he only wants to play
Don't let him tell you that you are divine
Don't let him make you think that you're unique
Don't let him say your eyes are pools sublime
You know, my dear, he wants to make you weak
He wants to break defenses and come in
To taste the hidden pleasures of your heart
He wants to take, to conquer, and to win
and then to leave when you've been torn apart
There is no greater pain than wounded pride
When truth reveals betrayal's sharpened knife
Revenge will be the thorn there in your side
For he has taken love, and dreams and life
So do not let him win in lover's game
Pick up your sword and gird yourself to fight
If you succumb, you will not be the same
I urge you then to vanquish with your might
Then still your heart and let it dormant lie
Let not your eyes take in the beauty there
He will not stop; he will most surely try
To ravish you and leave you naked, bare
So fight with all your might this war to win
Don't let your guard now slip; be strong and brave
take heed to what I say; don't fall in sin,
for none but you, your heart and soul can save
Eileen
Put on your night shoes, my beautiful dear,
and put on your gossamer gown.
Adorn your neck with the iridescence
of opal, and let your hair down!
Your tresses cascading – a blonde waterfall -
let them flow! Then to emphasize
a chatoyant sheen, use the jet black
of liner on your jade green eyes!
On lips that are dulcet, use a soft pink
like cherry tree blossoms in spring.
Flourescence they’ll see with you on my arms,
for darling, you’ll be flowering!
Dinner; then on the pool deck we’ll Samba,
and under a plethora of
stars we see dancing above our cruise ship,
we will outshine them all with our love!
May 19, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Night Shoes Poetry Contest
Put On The Full Armor of God
“12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God." Eph 6:12-17 NIV
Put On The Full Armor of God,
So you can stand against the Devil’s schemes.
Our struggle’s not against flesh and blood,
That on the surface seems.
It’s against the powers of darkness
And the Spiritual forces of evil,
So Put On The Full Armor of God
To protect you from the Devil.
Buckle the belt of truth
Right around your waist.
Guard yourself with the breastplate of righteousness,
By your heavenly Father placed.
Adopt the gospel of peace and love,
And take up faith’s shield,
So you can extinguish the evil one’s arrows—
Never more to yield.
Put on the helmet of salvation,
And place your sword by your side.
The sword of the Spirit is God’s word,
That provides you power inside.
Pray in the Spirit continually—
Your armor to protect.
Be alert and pray for all the saints,
That they may be circumspect.
The Full Armor of God is essential
To protect you from the unseen foe.
Make sure you wear it continually,
Whatever you do or wherever you go.
You are the Lord’s ambassador,
So be fearless in your armor.
Allow the Lord to fight your battles,
And He will show you favor.
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind subservience.
Put on a happy face
and fetch me dinner.
Ever flickering nuances,
once ignited a Brigadooned morning sunrise -
where woolen-blackened comforters
backlit our sordid differences.
Now, our prom attire has been burned.
The carnations, the orchids - have perished.
The beguine hasn’t begun.
It has ended.
Finalized and fortunately forgotten.
A pale orchid-colored icepack,
for your left eye,
would match your handbag and shoes
quite nicely.
Put on a happy face
and lint-guard the
disheveled derelict.
Forever falling forward, we've suddenly landed.
No need for saline solution anymore;
I cry when I hap hazardously laugh.
A silenced vocabulary realized the words
tryst and trust was separated by one letter;
why or you…or me, for that matter
completes the unfinished symphony.
The disenchanted beguine
floats into a tear-filled
Cinderella dank nightfall –
as I stare into the cornea of a
brittled pink carnation.
My hand, like a fringed strop,
needs to remove the strains of
a “Mea-Culpa” leitmotif and flog
the iniquities of one’s self.
Put on a happy face, goddamnit
and tell me
why you’re gone!
Toasted marshmallows is a perfume
created for misguided Girls Scouts.
Fervent mongrels who refrain from selling
photo-pressed carnations and
poisonous orchids - dumbly courtsey
when idiotic
adolescent daydreams prevail upon
the blatantly obvious.
Thirteen stitches
and a numerous array
of callous welts
reprised our endless beguine.
Passion is said to perish in embers.
One last charcoal
for us
to eye and envy.
A burnt carnation.
A scarred, trembling orchid.
The smoldering remains we'll inhale -
when this lost and lonely
soldier removes the
smudged greasepaint from
his broken fingertips and eyelashes
to painfully and pitifully
put on a happy face
just for you.
Don't let him sway you with his sultry rhymes
Don't let him woo and steal your heart away
Don't let him touch your soul with soulful lines
You know, my dear, he only wants to play
Don't let him tell you that you are divine
Don't let him make you think that you're unique
Don't let him say your eyes are pools sublime
You know, my dear, he wants to make you weak
He wants to break defenses and come in
To taste the hidden pleasures of your heart
He wants to take, to conquer, and to win
and then to leave when you've been torn apart
There is no greater pain than wounded pride
When truth reveals betrayal's sharpened knife
Revenge will be the thorn there in your side
For he has taken love, and dreams and life
So do not let him win in lover's game
Pick up your sword and gird yourself to fight
If you succumb, you will not be the same
I urge you then to vanquish with your might
Then still your heart and let it dormant lie
Let not your eyes take in the beauty there
He will not stop; he will most surely try
To ravish you and leave you naked, bare
So fight with all your might this war to win
Don't let your guard now slip; be strong and brave
take heed to what I say; don't fall in sin,
for none but you, your heart and soul can save
Eileen Manassian
This poem has 1470 viewsm and I posted it some time ago. In preparing for my program, Rhymes of the Times, I'm often at a loss to know which of my poems to choose. This happened to be POTD, so I thought to include it in this video. I hope that you enjoy the program. The link for the original poem is below. :)
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/put_on_your_warrior_spirit_681331
You’re love for me, once wild and free, you seem to put on hold
The time not right, in day or night, your arms will not enfold
I’m left to feel the pain so real of being left alone
While deep inside at eventide desire starts to roam
My heart astress filled with distress at thoughts of pleasures passed
Where passion burned and your heart yearned to hold me safe and fast
The night aflame, unchaste, no shame, I laid bare all for you
Of every thrill you got your fill and tasted honeyed dew
Romanced the night till morning light, our lust we’d consummate
Then quick repast to help us last, new whims to satiate
We’d kiss and sigh and reach the high of passion’s trembling peak
And reach as one and come undone and lie there spent and weak
But now on hold, these moments, gold, you’ve turned to endless wait
On hold, on hold, if truth be told, I crave this love to sate
So come to me, and let us be, in lovefest intertwined
Change that “on hold” and come be bold, to bed my body bind
Hold on to hips and taste the lips with honey sweet and wet
Unpause the time; taste the sublime, and love without regret
And as you lie, contented sigh, your head on pillowed breast
Your arms I'll hold, in mine, I'll fold, and let you dream and rest
Eileen Manassian
Limericks crochetés: Once a Policewoman put on road duty
Once a policewoman put on road duty
Ate heart out thinking of rival beauty
So she pinned a ticket
On rival’s car bonnet:
“Take this: your engine’s old and filthy!”
Said rival to the policewoman:
“Under the hood I may be common
Yet in shiny carcass
Ride many a jackass
Who pay(s) your fines in diamond!”
“True enough!” said she who was jealous:
“No wonder your sinus pipes leak pus
When key’s in ignition –
Fumes cough up munition.”
“Think! What/Who jitterbugs in my octopus!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
I trip to the O,
For grease monkey fries and a 40oz,
Scaling the Cathedral of Learning,
This is Oakland.
A roll of the die,
Stadium of choice,
Clemente Bridge connects us,
This is North Shore.
Fat Heads,
Tattoo parlors,
A thrift shop heaven,
This is South Side.
An Incline ride upward,
Pricey housing here,
Best view of the city,
This is Mount Washington.
Carnegie Hall,
Monty Python monthly,
Music and theater are alive here,
This is the Theater District.
Nightlife rays,
Morning meat shops,
Fresh food, legendary sandwiches,
This is the Strip District.
Extreme movie luxury,
Shopping for dropping dead,
Adjacent to one of many flowing rivers,
This is the Waterfront.
Culinary capacities,
PNC bank abound,
Fear of death by rubbing alcohol,
This is Downtown.
The only bar to attend,
Ice skating around a Christmas tree,
Mirror sky-scrapers,
This is PPG Place.
Three rivers,
Connected in a field of green,
The most amazing fountain on the edge,
This is the Point.
This is Pittsburgh.
Let us put on humility,
Even being on center stage;
Remain meek and modest amid
Honor, glory, praise, and prestige.
Meekness may elicit picture
Of someone saying 'I was wrong';
Or one telling 'I need help' from
A certain group he does belong.
Yes, it brings into mind of one
Not expecting royal treatment;
Remaining lowly and humble,
Even if he is prominent.
It further raises one's image
Of putting others' concern first;
Reaching down to other people
From pedestal of interest.
The lowliness leads to wisdom,
While the arrogance to disgrace;
The former ends in accolade,
As the latter in shame of face.
Humility brings wealth and life,
While the ego castigation;
Modesty makes joy and gladness,
As pride puts one in destruction.
Hat in hand truly gains guidance,
As cap on head spawns misery;
Clothe not ourselves with boastfulness,
Let us put on humility.
A long sleeved sweater is far more applicable than a cardigan in a heat wave located in the bathroom. But falling snowflakes from showerheads is an uneven crust upon tiles. See now the little flea jumping around in that mud arch. It is very clever. And chats incessantly about the state of foreign affairs, the environment, and economic development too. Wow. Such mind blowing topics. How stimulating that is. But recommending a beacon flag to a beach towel is about as important as flying into a volcano at high speed. Over twenty two furry hours and the stars smile.bas died the migrating mingling meteoroid whose passing only slightly ruffles the down of the baby birds in their nest. So tortoise head. Come to eat porridge have we? How rather pleasant. But peasantry and pageantry do not sit well together in a two foot ball room. Especially when cheese is served. One must be very prompt then as to avoid such aloof and insectivorous gestures in such places. Palaces put pickled pineapples prolonging pins. But no puns or plum jam here today. And that silver backed humped whale moving slowly in a window wave. Yachtsman forefront in a cartwheeling cattle. Wow. Haha and now eat sleep and dance. All at the same time. Hahaha holding an iron, a rock, a pair of hair straighteners, a car battery and a spoonful of jam. Hahaha bouncy castle jumping into the sky. Look. And that was the latest from p y q reporting on the floor of a large scale train. Xxxx virtualisation Z z z z z
How did I find such a man as this?
How can we share such happiness?
Of course I said yes, I put on the ring
Excited, elated, of what the world will bring
But more than the wedding- the frills and the lace
It's to be forever within his tender embrace
When you look into my eyes
I put on a disguise
I am forever filled with hatred
You act as if everything is sacred
When you act like you are wise
I put on a disguise
You will walk away
I am always filled with rage
When I look to you, I criticize,
I put on a disguise
This, not revealed for years.
Now it puts me to tears
Fate met with life on a crossroad,
they saw me looking both ways,
hesitant to take any merging path;
fear overcame me, numbing my senses,
and frozen like Alaskan ice, I stood there.
Fate asked life to put dreams on hold,
but she protested with an astute reply,
" He's old, a huge debt you owe him! "
I waited while they battled with words;
a rushing thought invaded me , " Go! "
And I started running, not listening to them;
I realized that fate is what we make of it.
I remembered the card reader who suggested
I wore a talisman for good luck, I ignored her.
If in defeat I mourn, or in triumph I cheer...
the voice that I heeded was a good omen.
I have lived longer than any true or untrue friend;
at their tombstones I stand and grieve their loss,
perhaps The Higher Power added years to this life
to recompense me for my patience and long wait.
(This is a fictional poem)
You've been mowing the yard without a top.
People are staring and this is going to stop.
If these men don't stop staring at you, they'll need get well cards.
Get your naked self back in the house and let me mow the yard.
You embarrass me everytime you mow the lawn.
You'd better get in the house and put a top on!
If you go outside topless again, I'll lock you in the house.
Get your crazy ___ indoors and put on a damn blouse!
POEM 50 HER HEART
ALL OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER COME FROM GOD ABOVE.
WE ARE A PREFECT MATCH MADE FROM GOD ABOVE.
OUR HEART ONE TOGETHER WITH EACH OTHER IN LOVE.
FOR THE LOVE WE HAVE FOR EACH OTHER IN OUR HEART S AT THE STARTS.
POETRY POEM OF THIS
MY IS FULL OF LOVE FOR YOU & FOR ME TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. YOU
. JERRY BIG PAPA WELLS
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