I won't let happiness be my idol,
but it doesn't mean that I have it not.
Committed love is my ultimate goal,
and having one husband is quite a lot.
Perhaps there will be an alluring glance
from an enticer, seeming without flaw.
Not for the love of another romance,
will I ever break God's Covenant law.
My happiness is not all about me;
my title's revered above emotions.
My job is to care for my family
as wife and mother, my deep devotions.
As an example of Christ's sacrifice,
a good husband lives to die for his wife.
Like the Church body, submission's her price
and she does it willingly with her life.*
I take to the grave my matrimony,
by God's grace, set apart in holiness.
For this is my earthly testimony,
a working to mature a Christ-likeness.
With devout contentment I choose to live,
with an enduring competition of
which dear companion can greater forgive
and which prized better half can longer love.
*Ephesians 5:22-25
10-11-19
Categories:
enticer, endurance, forgiveness, god, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
Spicer Enticer
Spicer enticer;
Never have things been nicer;
Should chop tie with slicer.
Did you read the latest
best seller Great Escape
from Trump. Stump the
Trump would also be an
interesting game if you
are game. It wouldn't
take to much to do it.
Jim Horn
Spicer imitations on Friday
Night Live were incredible.
Categories:
enticer, humorous,
Form: Haiku
Trump and Terrible Staff
Spicer sure does not
Appear to be very bright;
Also quite contrite.
We need a splicer
To keep together Spicer;
Is an enticer.
Sounds like each member
Of Trump who is terrible
And his staff to me.
Jim Horn
Oh how I like to laugh in the morning.
Is this what they say in Oklahoma
or it that you gotta get up even if
you are in mourning?
Categories:
enticer, humorous,
Form: Haiku
A silencer that speaks not of itself
Waiting for the beckoning to come
It shuts its ears from speech
But listens to the heart
Where comes the enticement
You perceive it like its the enticer
You see it like it is inescapable
But fail to remember its helplessness
By the ignorance of the fact
That it waits
It smiles
At the conversations of the heart of
some
Who sit on the fence
But gets a setback by those of others
Who have crossed on
You give it the power to leap
From the point where it waits
To the beckoning heart
By the inexistence of willpower
Which is revealed in thoughts
Like a magnet, it leaps
Straight into the weak heart
Cheerfully gives out its pseudo
strength
And engulfs the strength in the heart
With which it is able to do more
Which puts a smile on its lean face
It shakes it tails
At the sight of the weak heart
But shivers at the sight of the
courageous one
Which makes it a coward
Which joys at the weakness of the
weak.
Categories:
enticer, fear
Form: Lyric
Lady of My Dreams
Lady of my dreams how I adored you,
Lady of my nights how I implored you,
Mesmerizing woman, thief of my heart
Enticer of men, such a passionate tart.
Spinning her web, her prisoner entwined
Captivating kisses, so delightfully divine
Golden haired diva, Angelina was mine
Bewitching, beguiling so sensuously fine.
Lady of my dreams how I adored you,
Lady of my nights how I implored you
Mesmerizing woman, thief from above
Charmer of men, heavenly angel of love.
Lady of my dreams, lady of my rhyme
Seducer of my heart, her wishes were mine
Promises of riches, diamonds, and gold
Worlds of wealth and fortunes untold.
Lady of my dreams how I adored you,
Lady of my nights how I implored you
Mesmerizing woman, thief of my tears
Phantom of the dark, Angelina disappears
Enchantress of men, and sorceress divine
My angel had vanished, leaving no sign.
Harsh morning appears, the sun rises at dawn
Lady of the darkness, Angelina was gone
Dream lover of mine how I adored you,
Goddess of my nights how I implored you
Mesmerizing beauty now gone from my sight
Captive of my lady, now I wait for the night.
Categories:
enticer, fantasy, love, romance, angel,
Form: Narrative
The moon is devouring my brothers/uncles/cousins/father/husband/sons
Last night my youngest son disappeared
We searched for him in the moonlight
(But I do not trust the moon)
She is a thief, fickle, many-faced liar
She deceives, manipulates
She is a crazy woman beckoning, then galloping away
Call her names
Better yet murder her
Gather her like cotton and push her
Down into a burlap bag
Grab her and shake her
Maybe the lost boys and men
Will pop out of her like
marbles set free from a pouch
My son ran across her incandescent heart
Sweating, foaming at the mouth
I could not run fast enough after him
He was gone so fast
She is an enticer and a thief
A hard hearted moon who cares about no one
but herself
Blow the moon down
Then my men would return
Categories:
enticer, loss, parody, passion, visionary,
Form: Narrative