Ain’t Gonna Go To Hell For Anybody by Dylan
I find your lines like wine
Making me drunk with love
You toy with my mind
And I’m infatuated enough
But when I think about it
I cool off and pray with faith
Sex and lust is lousy
If you don’t love me God’s way
It’s better to marry
Than to burn like fire
Real love is carried
In red heart of desire
I know we can fool around
And likely have a good time
But hell is a long way down
I don’t want to lose the divine
The love I deserve
The love I desire
Found in holy word
Not from the pit of fire
I’m not going to hell
For any one over flesh
I’d be just as well
Waiting for true happiness
I ain’t gonna go to hell
For anyone no sir not me
God has a plan and well
I’d rather belong to Thee
I don’t like to swim
So a swimmer I’m not,
But I am in Florida
And it is hot!
While visiting friends,
We sat by the pool,
The sun beating down
Where I’d sweat like a fool.
But I learned a new way
To cool off, doing laps
By walking in water -
You’ve tried it, perhaps?
It felt so refreshing
And it could be seen
As a part of a person’s
Aerobic routine.
And the cherry on top
Is I got to replace
My pale New York complexion
With pink on my face.
"A writer must use ink from their heart for their readers." By Poet
Even as a creative "Ghost" writer,
we need "Heart" as we pull an all-nighter.
What will our muse want to "Deliver,"
maybe happy or sad or be a forgiver.
Words can sometimes be very "Tender,"
other times be bold and an offender.
"Erase" is one of our many tools,
no writer wants to be put in a group of fools.
Words are like paint painting the weather,
from days with flowers like pretty heather.
Summers can be really hot and bold,
then we cool off to a winter of "Cold."
They say our blood is really ink,
not red but a pretty pink.
Heart does butterfly flips
When he kisses Lilly lips
Breeze blows blues away
At ease spring lovers at play
A little nip at his neck
Tender makes soft and wet
Forehead with beads of sweat
Touches of love never forget
Sundress glows in gold rays
Story told of bold soul days
That now shows a red face
Satin underneath ravishing place
Birds sing sweetly a new song
He discreetly totes heart along
Like bell ringing wind chime chirp
Sage eyes drinking his chest no shirt
Skinny dipping is not amber allowed
We’re not tripping no one here now
Except earthworms fish and bull frogs
Jump in with me let’s cool off
Skinny dipping in shade of a tree
Hearts skipping like pebble on spring
Color me naughty full of passion for you
Fun spring love under skies in youth
I just wanted you to know
I bought this up to say
you put me in a bad position
see I have to forsake all others
keep other men away
don't think I am being jealous
or I just needed something to say
saw him winking at my Missus
a smirk and grin: I saw you smile
Said swig your wine and beat-it Mister
next time I won't ne so kind
See you put me in a bad position
tryna unravel me to me to cuss
Gone in side I'll see off Mister
let me shoe this fool away
Guess I need more understanding
I thought I was your man
Why you out here hugging and kissing
cuddling up on some other man
aint got much to say about it
I be back when I cool off
there fresh milk in the pitcher
I just finshed feeding and milkin the cow
Make it easy for the cowboy
sometimes let him get his way
ah happy ending with his woman
is that to much for
ah man to pray
Poem on Sloth and Nature
Throws itself around on its tail,
Trees wrapped between its globe,
Shallow pools reflect in repeat
It’s all it sees now,
Dried up meadows,
During the summer rays,
The trees cool off,
Humid air rises on,
Delicate branches,
Made just for itself,
To wrap around,
And hang upside down,
Its world is all that it sees,
The trees between each other,
Leaving no far space in between,
Its world, the one, it is able to grasp.
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
Hold on to your many stripes
Before you blow out your pipes
I can hear you loud and clear
Stop acting so cavalier
Cool off then ride on one of the bikes
It's barely midday and I'm here shaking
Shaking cause I've not had anything to eat
And I'm here carrying heavy things around
On an empty stomach..
The rent was due last month
And we into a new month I'm yet to pay
The landlord has me in he's radar now
I can't go back home early, I'll get here late
When he's already gone home
Cause if he waits me by the door
I'll have nothing to give him
Cause I've not had anything given to me
The heat is intense today
My body is heating up I feel like I'll blow
So I'm here panting, hoping to cool off
Cause I'm out of air I couldn't keep working
I'm hiding behind this pile of dirt
Cause if the foreman saw me
This would be my last day here at work
And all that money would just go, I have to stay
I never thought this is how life would roll out to be
But it's been rolling and I'm rolling like a stone,
that's lost course, I just keep going
Hoping to hit a wall and maybe my mind would be at ease
......
The PO£T
The potatoes are cooling in a pretty blue dish.
Looking like hillside stones or sleeping piglets.
While waiting for the litter to cool off.
I thought about the many wars being fought...
On our beautiful blue planet of the newly forsaken.
Millions of innocent lives selfishly taken.
How much money and time have been wasted.
Lobbing bombs into robin egg skies, no wells of life being dug.
No mustard seeds planted, while white crosses are sown.
From which nothing but heartache ever grows.
The potatoes in the pretty blue dish have cooled enough to eat.
Wars tend to harden over time and will never cease to be.
The birds flutter along the stone path to the colorful garden
they are searching for food to feed their hungry babies
the sunflowers sway near the bench smiling at the new babies lives
Across the bench is a huge pond one bird swims there now
In the sky the ducks and geese come to cool off from the hot sun
They fly their wings and splash in the cool water
They glide in peace across cloud filled refection
Content to fly to their destination
Heidi Sands and Darlene De Beaulieu
thank you Heidi for this experience writing this poemtogether.
The birds flutter along the stone path to the colorful garden
They are searching for food to feed their hungry babies
The sunflowers sway, near the bench, smiling at the new babies lives
Across the bench is a huge pond, one bird swims there now
In the sky, the ducks and geese come to cool off from the hot sun
They flap their wings and splash in the cool water
Then glide in peace, across cloud filled reflections
Content now to fly to their destinations
Heidi Sands and Darlene De Beaulieu
7/9/23
Thank you Darlene for the fun experience writing this poem together.
Let's get wet and wild,
Under the scorching heat of the sun,
Forgetting the stress of the day,
Let's cool off in our briefs,
Skipping the formalities,
Tossing a fist full of water on each other,
Let's get wet and wild,
Expelling the heat from within
Unwinding with a bottle or two,
Floating carelessly from tired strokes,
Wriggling to the sounds of loud music,
While wrapped in the embrace of wetness,
Let's get wet and wild,
Not minding the cold that comes after,
Let's get caught up in the heat of esctacy,
Splashing pleasures of wet droplets,
From our troubled feet and groping hands,
Restlessly from one pool end to the other.
Copyright (C) 2023 - Sir D'Champ's Poetry.
Breaking the seal,
MELANCHOLY pushed through.
She fell into a wide chasm,
Too wide that none could reach across.
The more she tried to get out,
The deeper she got plunged into the abyss.
Felt she was fated to perish,
Struck on its jagged edges!
Her WISTFUL longings, gone awry.
She sees her fate GRIM.
In the SHROUD of DEPRESSION,
As she wraps herself,
What she sees before is a GLOOMY future,
And she stays so WITHDRAWN from the physical world.
In the pit of agony, as she lies,
Bewildered and blinking,
Wondering when her end would be,
FEELINGS of dread, haunt her.
Now a fervent prayer rises upwards,
From her smouldering heart.
‘Pass over me a breath of wind,
To cool off the steam building inside’!
May. 27.2023
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
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This beach without shady palm trees
is the chosen playground of harsh winds,
its sand is drier than the Sarah's desert;
nobody lays on a blanket to soak up sunshine,
not even kids play handball smelling a tempest...
and be engulfed by huge waves onto the sealine.
Karl is the courageous one surfing and screaming,
no fear can batter his audacity, neither is his daring;
now, twilight approaches slowly, and makes him worry...
then, he defies his inner force advancing very rapidly.
Beaches without swimmers and sunworshippers are too dull,
there appear the sand dunes: the hideaway of an angry troll;
I rise up and go towards the rageful waves that break apart...
creating the whitest bubbling crest ever seen in Newport.
This beach without shady palm trees
is no attraction for avid beachgoers
who seek a solitary place to cool off,
to read memes to make them laugh?
Maybe nobody really cares.
Maybe I should never dare
To trust a human with my secrets
That I’m not ready to share.
Maybe I should just give up,
Just smile and wave and just say ‘yup’.
Maybe they'll always let me down.
Maybe they’d just watch me drown.
Maybe I’m just being dark,
Maybe I should just leave it alone.
Maybe I should cool off in a park,
Or maybe they’ll be the ones to shatter my bones.
Maybe, just maybe, I’m paranoid,
Or maybe there’s some truth to this noise.
Maybe I’m being overdramatic,
Or maybe I have it down to a schematic.
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