Here I am slowing down again
fidgeting with things, tarrying, stalling out
Anything to put off that horrible moment
that near-catastrophic split second
O! I just can’t face the prospect
I can’t face the thought of it
I certainly can’t put it into MERE WORDS!
It’s too devastating to let it happen
So, I won’t. I’ll continue to procrastinate
to put it off forever, though no later…
Ease up, dear reader ~
I just tossed the best book ever into the incinerator
Janet is his darkest addiction,
His will is her every command,
A live erotic girl to ease up all of his afflictions,
Filling up, and stocking so many golden jars
Pleasing her like he’s on a mission
Reading that upside-down book or opening her up
Just shadows who dance to the same rhythm
The chains are there and yet, they are really not
Her erotic petite frame is a forbidden symbol,
The best things sometimes come from the dark
So perfect are Janet's pink round nipples,
He loves it most when they are in a clamp
He tells her to pick up the biggest *****
To spread them up and then go really hard
To possess the live girl while the screen is on
Adoring her like she’s a sensual black cat
Worship her as if she truly is yours
A connection filled with fantasies and wants
Just fill up that cannoli it’s that simple
But first open those lips and then eat her up
Owning the live girl like it’s so legal
Enjoying that secret view is a must
Sessions depend on how well you treat her
Appreciation always takes you quite far.
Raven Archer
Oh Santa ~
I've been telling you all year
to ease up of the
pies, cheesecake and cookies
But no ~
you had to have your way
and eat through mountains
of sweets and decadent desserts
You couldn't get enough ~
brownies, donuts, croissants
ice cream, gelato, sorbet
puddings, flans and custards
Now look at you ~
think about that
while you wait patiently
for the rescue team
You never listen !
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Does it consume my time? Sure.
My money? Of course.
My health? Probably.
My ability to think? Naturally.
Is there great risk in it? If you're not careful ...
but of course you'll be careful
even if it makes you less so by nature ...
So why?
Why flirt with disaster? What's to be gained?
Escape.
Relatively inexpensive; perfectly legal; sometimes quite celebrated.
Christ said not to worry, didn't He?
Well - here's how, you nervous, fearful fool!
And the sweet icing atop the cake -
you ease up on the reins.
You lose the mental strength
to rein in your appetites.
So you'll get your escape - and the sickly sweet thrill
of knowing that your most selfish, raw desires could gain control
and do what your right mind would be far too shamed to endorse
in the Light.
24 August 2025
finished last few lines by 8:31 AM; started the poem some days prior.
It will be there in the morning
It will be there at night
Pull on your boxing gloves
And swing with all your might
You hit hard
Though it’s never enough
Be on your guard
Things are about to get rough
A never ending battle
With that unseen enemy
In your head words rattle
Words like addiction, abuse, poverty
You will attempt to run and hide
Yet there is no escape
Across country or worldwide
Do not underestimate
The power of this curse
Ease up for just a second
The situation might get worse
Nevertheless my strength is unreckoned
This malediction ends here
It ends with mine
I no longer will fear
This curse has died this time
It will be there in the morning
It will be there at night
Don your boxing gloves
And swing with all your might
You hit hard
Though it’s never enough
Be on your guard
Things are about to get rough
A never ending battle
With that unseen enemy
In your head words rattle
Words like addiction, abuse, poverty
You will attempt to run and hide
Yet there is no escape
Across country or worldwide
Do not underestimate
The power of this curse
Ease up for just a second
The situation might get worse
Nevertheless my strength is unreckoned
This malediction ends here
It ends with mine
I no longer will fear
This curse has died with time
On the highway, there’s a sign
That’s flashing as we pass -
“It’s Harvest Season,” meaning we
Should ease up on the gas.
“Look out for farm machines,” it says,
Though driving on the road,
We’ve yet to see a tractor
Or a vehicle that’s slowed.
Since I live in Manhattan,
There is one thing that’s for sure -
Like the saying goes, I know
I’m not in Kansas anymore.
Monday blues are preceded by Sunday yellows
And I have always hated these Sunday afternoons
To me, they feel so lazy
I watch as the world turns silent and still
No noise except for the creaking of a fan or a radio in the distance
Listen closely, you might even be able to hear the ticking of the clock
I watch as the people sleep on cots or mats strewn on the floor
Their bellies rising ever so slightly and their mouths open, snoring
They are immersed in a slumber earned after a week's toil
A minute to ease up in the middle of the day, free from travail
For me these afternoons are different though,
As the world rests, I observe time stopping, taking a step back before charging again at the new week
Sundays feel like the warm sun on your skin as you sit by a river in the countryside
You watch the river flow past ever so lazily
Eyes glazed, lost in nostalgia and peace on your mind.
When one is free from drudgery,
Liberated from tiresome toil,
In that little space of time,
Leisure sows its seed in the soil.
A minute to relax,
Preceded by an hour of travail,
A minute to ease up,
Followed by an hour of struggle
When the mind is free of stress,
Time seems too endless to measure,
When the hands are free of work,
Time seems too precious to treasure.
In the words of Aristotle, the master philosopher,
"The end of labour is to gain leisure,"
And I agree,
It really is the greatest form of pleasure.
It is so hard to decide
Whether to stay on this ride
Driving us both to a frenzy
Please tell me if there is any
Way we both wont crash and burn
It is a very sharp turn
We are taking down this road
Carrying a heavy load
Both our pasts weighing us down
Do we need to turn around
Before we're on a dead end street
Full of lies, heartache, deceipt
It's such a slippery ride
Let's be cautious and not slide
Into a romance too fast
Slow down, ease up on the gas
Before our hearts take the plunge
Off a cliff we both will lunge
Hanging on so we don't fall
Off this ledge, let's just stall
Stepping on the breaks so we
Can glide a along more safely
Loosening up to let go of control as slowing down soothing my soul
Options exist to decelerate now since feeling good to unfurrow my brow
Welcoming whatever comes my way by riding the wave to lean into today
Black and white fading to gray with the middle road keeping me above the fray
Away! Away! just for today
I'll help get you through, I'll put on display
Words and rhymes of poetry
Songs to get you to sing for me
Guitar pieces of the most beautiful kind
To try to distract you and ease up your mind
You work hard little bluebird and I really do care
I'll be with you always even though I'm not there
Standing ready to give you whatever you need
I'm here and I'm waiting, "you know," indeed!
Vessels red, vessels black
Come in one, come in flock
Finding stain, finding dirt
On mine face, on mine shirt
Gaping window, prying eye
No ease up, no goodbye
Climbing low, climbing high
Finding glow, forging lie
All day long, all night long
Talking gibberish, singing same song
Shadow black, shadow white
On the left, on the right
On the front, on the back
Come discreet, come slack
Obsession, fixation
Infatuation, fascination
**This pain from having Neuropathy, it's affected me so much more,
And it's affecting my left lower limb, alot more than just the right.
It's also getting to where, it's impossible to ignore,
Lord I truly hope, I'm able to rest tonight.
**Also there have been times, where it's become too much to take,
I do not know why or how my condition came to be.
If only this evil pain, would ease up to give me a break,
Why, Oh Heavenly Father, is this now happening to me?
**Because ever since I was diagnosed, it's made me very depressed,
Especially since this pain, has steadily gotten worse.
And since I've been losing mobility to walk, it makes me overstressed,
Why, Oh Heavenly Father, must I endure this evil curse?
**So I have accepted this is chronic, and it may never go away,
And there's more than likely not much of a chance that it'll ever go into remission.
I just cannot comprehend, how it's affected me in every way,
But why, Oh Heavenly Father, must I suffer with this condition?
Here and now
Not this second
Maybe in another minute
Could be three more
Maybe four more
My mind will ease up
My day will be fantastic
My wonders may fade
My worries gone
Cross path's we may,
on another sunny chilly day
We're all tryna live another day
At the moment be calm
Here and now
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