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Lost in a maze of dreams
where nothing is as it seems,
- but then again, it never really was -
My heart is held captive behind an image,
one
of ghosts past
why do you leave me,
so tangled inside
reaching beyond this reality for,
sanity and peace of mind?
Set these vines that bind
free,
release them from my soul
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Author's Note~ I am not one to dwell in the deep and dark, shadows of nevermore. However, these emotions did touch my being many years ago. They held my heart.
Also, I was asked if I could post something here in this category.
September 1st, 2018. ~ Poem of the Day
Laying beside you in this heavy air
I turn to take in your sultry stare
A desire to taste you fills my mind
To pull you in while taking my time
Lowering closer indulged in wanting
My weakness for you almost haunting
Making a way around your naked body
Every bit of you begins to taunt me
Softness curling around your nipple
Being this close is never as simple
I press to you while you hold tight
Tangled in sweat until we see light
To break through the darkness, into the fresh sunlight
To press ever upwards towards the light so bright
Twisting and turning and stretching arms out wide
Climbing pushing ever upwards, no more time to bide
Nothing can stop the growth, forever on and up
Until you wrapped around me and drank from the same cup
Your arms held me tight you began to share my growth
There is no telling one from the other, we have become both…
Like a twisting tangled vine, two parts but one another
There is no separating without harm caused to each other
Knitted together forever, in a loving tangled mess
Sharing the same support, having each other to bless.
When autumn comes and our leaves age and fall
Remember vines are perennial and will grow on again so tall
Holding on to each other our vines will then bear fruit
Each year they grow stronger and none can then uproot.
© 19/07/2013 ~GG~
An oak tree, three hundred years he had stood.
Half-dryad, half-man, he has seen about everything,
Sadness and kindness, but never has he felt truly loved.
A tender vine lovingly nurtured under his darkened shade.
"Twine yourself around me, embrace me with your vine.
Perhaps a mystical chemistry will bond us for life", he said.
In this ancient woodland a magical thing happened that night.
For this vine became half-woman, and embraced him with love.
Her tendrils kept growing, twisting entirely around this old oak tree
Eventually her tangled vines sucked the life from his old soul.
So watch what you wish for, you never know what will be.
06/29/2013
For Constance La France's contest, " Tangled Vines"
Twilight, stay with me
in hours between wrong and right;
when confessions are murmured
upon this life half done,
that past mid-life,
I ask for reprieve to settle
unsolved desires those which
enable my fears a choking
of seasons' absence-
Northwinds may be cold ,
cruel but now I hold
eventide's fire with passion unbending
Contest: Heart and Soul by Kelly Deschler
tangled vines and shasta daisies embrace
long forgotten wagon wheels . . .
the whisper of a breeze
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August 6, 2012
Poetry/Kimo/tangled vines
Copyright Protected, ID 08- 4116-88-06
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, tangled vines
sponsor, Brian Strand, HM, Judged 08/08/2012
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Let me tangle in your song,
every masterpiece you create
Where does love meet?
I am told it is somewhere in the middle of,
frosted moments and midnight thoughts,
a soft touch of words
Let me be your everything,
the inspiration to your muse,
the reason you stay . .
Where does my heart long to be?
. . softly beating with yours
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~ longing to be close ~
a romantic scribble
My mind is open
It has to be
Yet find myself tangled
In a tree
The wind
It wrestles
The safety line
As I hang with the birds
A silent wind chime
The breeze of emotion
Blows this way and that
The sun on my skin..
Then the rain caveat
My silky voice trembles
I just shouldn't be here
"The fates have designed you
This landing place, dear"
The view is amazing
Every moment you fall
Yet get trapped in the elements
Every hail-storm and squall
When the branches entangle
They can claw and then tear
So come back to enfold me
Crease me neatly with care
I just want to return
To that whistling door
The propellor is cut back
And we step-out once more
For this view is amazing
But is there to be shared
I'm designed to be open
Not land-locked, ensnared
Yes our minds can be unfurled
It's the best we can be
The leap from the sky
What it takes to feel free
And the cemetery was inside a grove
of tangled vines and rocks covered in moss.
Some toppled stones were scattered in the grass;
too many years had gone to honor loss.
Too many years had gone to honor loss
of souls, that passed one hundred years ago.
Their loved ones with them now were looking down
upon the toppled stones that lay below.
Upon the toppled stones that lay below,
now long forgotten in this damp, dark place,
these souls had left their mark from earthly life,
and tangled vines their memories erased.
And tangled vines their memories erased,
of loving families who gathered there;
and now, so many years have passed away,
that only tangled vines and rocks now share.
That only tangled vines and rocks now share
the memories of those who once were loved.
But, toppled stones don't matter anymore...
for up in heaven, they are well-beloved.
May 7, 2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: And The Cemetery Was
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 06/01/2016
Soft hands fold laundry,
laughter spills like loose buttons~
warmth in wrinkled sheets.
No blood binds us, yet we stay~
roots tangled, holding the earth.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Can't help but to recall this famous quote from Sir Walter Scott...
When one reads the latest revelations on the financial scandal that is 1MDB...
Touted as a sovereign fund to help the economy of the Malaysian Nation...
What has been revealed so far is a tangled web of deception for the nation...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
At the onset of of the saga of 1MDB, it was a sovereign fund entity....
It sourced for billions and billions in cash money for seed capital initially....
Taking out monstrous loans using guarantees from the government...
No red flags were raised, despite reservations from the management...
When the numero uno signatory is the Finance Minister himself...
And it being so he is also the Prime Minister, who is to question...
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
The wheels of international justice are turning, investigations are revealing..
Convoluted money trails of obscenely huge amounts to the tune of billions..
From Singapore to Switzerland to Luxemburg to Australia to the United States..
And a couple of other countries with highly principled banking standards...
Are seeking to unravel the this global money scandal with the highest stakes..
Wall Street Journal expose is churning out scandalous information of the investigations..
While in the home country of Malaysia, political warlords brush off all revelations..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A single plea of innocence was well propped up with tales of donation...
As gifted from individual or individuals, ultimately from a dead Arabian King..
Stalwart political warlords were nevertheless resolute in defending...
As a much tainted political leader wisely maintains a eloquent silence...
Even as political foes and the knowing public cry out their frustrations...
Horrified and anxious over the repercussions from this 1MDB financial cancer..
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-buck-passes-on-to-malaysian.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/leaks-show-how-bank-used-by-1mdb-jho.html
http://malaysiansmustknowthetruth.blogspot.my/2016/05/1mdb-wonderland-saga.html
The Tangled Web
Lines on her face grew deeper when fabrications were conceived
When further contradictions came, she knew not what to believe
Caught in a lie I’d be sent to my room; there’d be no reprieve
Mom said, "A tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive”
My boyfriend had no license yet; we wanted to double date
To get my mom’s permission, a lie I had to perpetrate
Claimed the driver was my boyfriend’s brother to mom’s fears abate
This was the first strand in a tangled web I chose to create
When the invitation to his wedding came, mom was irate
The “driver” had another last name, more lies I did inflate
“They have the same mom, just different dads,” but this did not equate
She’d met his Catholic parents; divorce was against our mandate
“His older brother’s father died.” This made my mom a skeptic
I wish mom would have washed my mouth out with an antiseptic
For now the web that hovered above had grown so very thick
Mom was on to me for sure, so she devised a clever trick
At mass my mom asked his where her first husband had been buried
How quickly she responded, “I’ve never before been married.”
For two years these lies had grown, and so much guilt I had carried
This snowball led me to declare I’d never again mislead
Though the truth may bring results that are unsatisfactory
You won’t be covered by webs built of story upon story
And when the truth prevails, you won’t see eyes accusatory
Or spend your teen years in a room filled with falsehoods’ armory
*True story for Paula’s “My Parent” contest
IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME…
How long
must we still march
and sing---
our feet grown weary
and facades of justice
quietly silencing our voices?
Today
we remain footnotes
to his story---
our story
a cocooned legacy
of a pregnant dream
hanging
in the tangled web of time.
Matrices
of pseudo gains
continue
to tease un-ripened minds
with scams of liberty.
Today
in due time
in due season
we will rise up
from the pit we’re in---
rise up
and catch the fallen dream
laying it in the warm nest
of the bosom of liberation---
and incubate the waiting vision
of our destined realities
singing songs of redemption---
ringing bells of freedom
dancing to the beat of liberty:
Indeed
the flame of determination
burns eternally
and the love-journey
of the unshackled
continues toward the trysting place.
Our love entwines as your arms open wide, open for your love to come enter into me. Sweeping me oh so gently off of my feet, clearing all of the imperfections that live in me. Overwhelming me ever so swiftly, capable to move me without any delay. Just when I began to lose my faith you came and brought it back to me. Teaching me only fidelity, showing me nothing but true loyalty. Extensively felicity no more no less, your fictitiously tangled wings lifted me liberation gifted me freely. My soul delicately sings as your tangled wings leads me unconditionally. Love exceeds no boundaries, no restrictions or conditions simply guided benediction. Your love shall never let me fall your spirit mysteriously carries me off. You were my eyes when I could not see, spiritually you taught me to be strong keeping faith I shall never go wrong. Holding on tightly I became motionless in spite of the increasing flight. You saw something in me that I have yet could not see, you saw the sorrow and all my source of grief. Your love gave me strength as a chain reaction leadership. Tangled wings of attachment clinging and to inclined to your dependence, as my heart clinches an embraces our tangled wings intentions. I relinquish all of my love for you; I am your personal pendant. Intimate intentional love that soar so high I have yet to begin to touch the sky. We became immortality and everlasting, forever loving impossible to be neither unattainable nor unbelievable. Imaginary forever everlasting…Tangled wings.
Oh, what tangled webs we’re willing to weave,
When from our good senses we take leave,
Ignoring the Higher power.
With reckless abandon and lavish expenses,
We drink bitter dregs sin’s cup dispenses,
For sensual pleasures of the hour.
We pay for the pleasures we pursue,
For a measure of mirth, exciting and new.
“Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”
Why believe a lie from history cast
Depriving us of life with future vast;
Weaving tangled webs, empty and dry?
Christ is the answer. Give Him a try.
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive.—Sir Walter Scott