SICILIAN PILLION
What rules apply when there’s conflicting rules
It’s a shrug of the shoulders and C’est la Guerre
No chance of seeing or stealing any crown jewels
There’s little recompense from such an affair
Injectable doses you need are in these ampoules
When there’s little logic, structure or form
It’s a free for all and that can easily offend
It won’t be your lover who keeps you warm
Just some poor writer who’s round the bend
So look up at the sky and call down the storm
When all words are laid out exactly as planned
And symmetry glows like a scented candle
But something is telling you to take a stand
There’s so much more that you can’t handle
Just be grateful that you think you understand
The Handy Work of God
David J Walker
I call them my flowers
as if
They were really mine
As if I really
Owned the earth
as if I could
Make the sun shine
as if could
call down the rain
as if I could refrain
the storms angry hailstones
As if
I were anything more
Than the gardener
Admiring the handy work
of God
When we make love
our souls unite
in your beautiful onyx
eyes eternities love shines
into our world
We give thanks to the Almighty
that we consciously call down
when we conceive, a gift and
act from God
I love you with
all of my being
everything
we are one
We know the purity
of the animal that
mates for life
When we make love
I give you my tongue
and the pleasure it has
for you
Your dark body
reads my lips
drawing my silence
into you
You guide me
artfully through
the landscape we
create in our stillness
We are sculptures
shimmering with love
in a nameless hallowed
place where no words
will do
The place between your
thighs kiss back tender leaves
and moist like matutinal dew
where I return often
Our bodies defy gravity
we go to a place beyond
all the other places
beyond the body itself
when we make love...
Poem by :Piet Mphahlele Mashele
2sides
Titled: Touchdown
Touch down, keep in touch
Calm down to this feeling
Call down all that you are....
For when your life its on
Count down
You can know what to write down...
Touch down on the spot
This thought has bought me
Under this jackpot feeling
Am kneeling on my kneez
Stealing this last squeezed broadcast
Weather forecast
To put all these thoughts at ease
Because those who are harassed by it
Are glassed very fast under wonder
Touchdown
Down town
Crowns are given
To those who slay better
And it boils down to how clowns
Can turn coldness nights
Into.....touch down snapshot we appeal to....
Its touchdown before sundown
Make your mark..
pending
the Holy Spirit's call down
of
God's grace
&sacrifice
the word stays
sure&true
channelled anew
in picture
word
thought&deed
to meet
the saints'
every need
I'm so bored with winter
Waiting for the thaw
That I spread mayonnaise on the ceiling
And Parkay on the walls
Chicken salad on the chandelier
Tuna on the couch
A sprinkle of some bacon bits
Straight out of the pouch
Grape jelly on the door jams
Peanut butter in the locks
We'll have them eating out of our hands
Like a Canadian Mayor smoking rock
(but only when he's drunk)
Pickle relish in the picture frames
Nutella smeared into the floor
A half a pound of hard salami
Nailed onto the door
A call down to the bakery
Order up some pumpernickel
Slap it on the outside
With the house fixins in the middle
Here you have our special
What you taste you'll soon find out
Welcome to Mike & Savannah's
Famous Sandwich House
Dreams of perfect love
Beautiful endeavors
this path on which we stroll
Tempting are the visions
on flowing fields a’ roll
Echoes sing our praises
of worlds we both have seen
Now we are together
and life is but a dream
Sunset early evenings
soft the twilight breeze
Rustling poetic
through patterns in the trees
Shadows sing so sweetly
as they dance upon the view
Now we are together
its like a dream come true
Love beyond the borders
into our hearts does leap
Glistening on amber waves
forever we shall keep
Atop the highest mountain
we call down from above
Now we are together
in dreams of perfect love
Good night Soupers
Money the root of all evil the way some people spend is really unbelievable
The lavish goods the cars the yachts even the rolex watch
Now I'm not a begrudger but come let's look at one another
Everyone should be treated like each other
We spend and we spend and some condescend turning their nose up to what's around the bend.
Not a care in the world for the hungry or the starving
These people are suffering day in day out as there labeled and tagged as the down and outs.
Do people forget we were brought up to respect and treat one another as if we were brother's.
So spare a thought for these so call down and outs and stop flaunting your riches and shoving it in their snouts.
All they ask for is a little help in their lives to ease their worries troubles and strifes.
Look at yourself Mr Hunt!
How can you be trusted.
Appalled by indoor comments of a prisonary view.
Native species fade through the mass destruction of our lands,
Yet you in the veil of science
Conserve a ruthless plan.
Poison takes on innocents
Have you not learned life's lesson
To see myxomatosis ravage, rage and burn in the devil's reflection.
Yet you. Oh no! Yes you
Believe that what you do is best
For future preservation, to ensure your culling's met
By eager fools in genocide
On the islands of your shore.
The year 2020 you will celebrate I'm sure.
But me and others like me
We grow older by the day
Bardot tried to implore you
In an intellectual way.
Blighted by your lack of vision
To impose a steady hand,
To inject mass steralisation
That would retain you as a man.
The slow death and the shooting,
Toxic meat wrapped up in plunder.
Roll up. Roll up conservation
In the land we call down under.
Aurora
Arctic prancing prism
Prize sky borne
Blue hunts red
Green seeks safety mountains deep
Ears yearn sound
Faithless Beloved
May javelins of light
Freeze your joy
Terrible splendor
Ice-pack this savage splintered heart
Crush my bones to match
Shout for me
Call down the avalanche
As you leave
Echo my name
Bury me in dazzle
If you dare
A breath of love lifts the butterfly
'Pon delicate wings
Where a gentle current carries
It like a reigning king
There is a breath of love that sings
Lasting tunes to the throngs
As the birds of the day and night
Chirp from where they belong
There is a breath of love that sees
All that is right and wrong
And weeps soft raindrops at the harm
That breath to heal so longs
Soon that breath of love will call down
To hurting humanity
Come in the safety of the fold
To live eternally
Sponsor: Gail A. Doyle
Contest: Breath Of Love
Written: February 7, 2015
Kind of Poulter's Measure
Blurry thoughts, hurried thoughts, they need to settle down.
Too tired to move, to worn out to groove, I'm frustrated all around.
Crazy voice, I have no choice, I want to surrender to sweet sleep.
Twisted thinking, racing blinking, my mind is an overgrown trash heap.
Eyes wide, I cannot hide, the redness of my inflaming anger
Too little relief, too much grief, the warning signs flash Danger danger.
I'm on overload, so I am told, need to shut my lethargic eyes.
Trying to sleep, car horns beep. can't they hear my cries.
My body is done, before the day has begun and it's only half past nine.
I hear you call, down the hall, pillow why can't you be mine.
Tic tock, goes the clock, the day is dwindling, departing from me.
Sleep, blessed sleep, is what I need, why can't anyone see.
Eyes burn, to close I yearn, my fists are clenched tight
This I can't take, going to break, I know it isn't right.
Shut down, the world around, this is my last attempt at sanity.
If I'm still awake, I will break, and you better stay away from me.
Night falls, my bed calls, the feeling is beyond compare.
Tossing, turning, salty eyes stinging, at the ceiling I still stare.
Not a torch, a candle
marks the gate to life,
in peril for its faithfulness
and unafraid to die.
And were its flame extinguished
as a witness to devotion,
all the marchers, self-inflamed,
would know the victory
is of a new Jerusalem
from higher ground,
profound the wound
and sanctified the blood
imparted in its sacrifice.
Call down the city, floating
in your dome of stars.
Bow low before your deity
that rules within the heart,
transcendent, built of broken clay
and its own miracle,
the spring of day within.
To such the alleluias rise.
To one great cause
the armies march full-armored
underneath the banner
of their love,
and though impossible,
their everlasting dream
~
Can you smell the warm wax from the candles so bright?
Or see the winged creatures flying high in the night?
Is the wind blowing briskly and chilling your bones?
Does the nip in the air make you shiver and moan?
Then perhaps it has happened again as before
The children come knocking all night at the door.
The leaves on the ground swirl around all their feet
As they run to each house, Trick or treat! Trick or Treat!
"Its open" I call down the hall as they knock
Just listen and hear the great chimes from the clock.
I put all the candy and treats on the chair
Its there over-flowing, look in if you dare.
Please enter reach in take a handful or two.
Take more if you like, I made them for you.
Its "All Hallows Eve" and a long nights ahead
filled with laughing and chanting and waking the dead.
So don't be afraid all is not what it seems
Its only pretend time, its called Halloween!
I’m as old as creation, yet, I’m still in my youth
I am all things to millions of species
Most of which are yet unknown
Deep and full of never ending riches
Untold mysteries lie hidden, deep within my bosom
I commune with my new born while they nurse at my breasts
Potent secrets imparted are locked within their hearts
I am beautiful! I am lush green
Embellished by colors of the rainbow
I call down streams from mountains and valleys
They cohabit my mighty river
This feeds my offspring from far and wide
Perhaps I hold the key to end all diseases
And if left to flourish, there is no end to what I'd give
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