I wanted to love you with a fierceness
Making your heart and soul long for me
You would yearn with desire from within
But the truth is simply I lacked the ability
The blame sits right here on my shoulders
In no way does any blame fall at all on you
You would’ve gave me the world if I had asked
I still couldn’t love you the way I wanted to
I’d dwell on something filling me with rage
I’d yell and scream to make you feel small
The fight lasted until the rage disappeared
You’d go in our room and quietly you’d bawl
You never deserved how I made you feel
Yet through it all you still would love me
You gave an incredible love I didn’t return
Imagine if you could’ve set your love free
You gave a hundred percent to our marriage
And i couldn’t give half of what you give away
Your heart is so genuine you continued to love
Asking god each night for help as you pray
Finally you opened your eyes seeing the truth
I’m too broken to fix no matter what you try
It breaks your heart your love wasn’t enough
And again you go to our room so you can cry
a Danish imbroglio
The Danish prime minister is appealing to Europe to stop Trump’s idea of taking Greenland and making it an American state
What he wants not that he is overly interested
is to be sure that no other country places
bases on Greenland’s still-cold soil like Russia
or China
the Vikings when Greenland had a period of thawing had farms there, which tells us the brave Vikings were mostly farmers, their fierceness is a national lie
As for Europe helping look another way they
write the declaration of good intent and should
Say, Trump, post troops on the Island, the EU
will wring their hands and do nothing
We know this when Gaza suffered a mini holocaust it lamented, but otherwise, did nothing, even Germany in her misguided sense
of guilt lasting for generations sent weapons to Israel
So, we tell Denmark you are on your own to deal
with this new situation, but to give more money for the defense of Greenland is futile
Perhaps the Danish “hygge” might help
I remember feeling inadequate, but I also remember the fierceness I felt,
That out of all the people surrounding me, I wasn't meant to protect anyone else,
I felt completely ridiculed, but the feeling that I felt was so strong,
God told me I want you to remain silent, while I loved you all along,
I knew opinions would get in the way, because I watched how they were quick to throw judgment,
And it did not matter how pure my intent was, they would have turned it around to block it,
The cautiousness in the air was so thick, like a fear that would not let go,
And every day I would pray for your protection to see the truth and grow,
I saw the innocence of your heart, a love that was so strong,
It blew me away and I knew that's why you were gone for so long,
And through it all you still held on, and stood for the love you believed,
The courage you showed, man of God, was unlike anything I've ever seen,
So forgive me if I love you more than I should, because your heart brings tears to my eyes,
You will always have my friendship, I will always stand by your side.
Author Dana Redricks
December 15, 2024
I'm letting go of the chains, unbinding me, releasing whispers cloaked in false friendships. Rising above sinking ships and harmful words that cross hateful lips like sinking ships. I choose the path where my spirit is free, there may be days where I might feel lonely, but sometimes that is what's best for me. In the wilderness God molds and shapes me into the person I'm meant to be. No more shadows of what pretends to be.
I've carved out my path with courage and fierceness, embracing whispers of dreams that pierce. In the garden of growth where new seeds sow, if it doesn't help me bloom, then God help me to let it go.
The winds may shift, the tides may sway, yet in my heart, I've found my way. With each step forward, I clearly see what God has in store for me,
I cherish what truly nourishes me.
As I lean on the promises that God has for me, here I stand. I am finally free now I see clearly. Soaring high above this earth below letting go of all the things that hinders me. I'm letting go, I can finally fly as I hold my head up looking towards the sky.
What’s left behind is the fragrance of the lilac
Crushed between forlorn fingers
Petals held in contorted hands
Once lust rendered dust the terrain shall cover
Fierceness is abandoned forgiveness is given
To whom does this come, whom shall it deem
As father time allots and consumes
Pro tem I am, pro tem I am
an irrepressibly creative force
Manifesting myself
by channeling a myriad of diverse
and inexplicably bold personas
struggling to leave resonance in my wake
to whom does this come
this legacy that lives on~
is what I shall be
You smile hoping the tears at the corner of your eyes don't drop
Your eyes, oh your eyes, shine with a fierceness that belies the dark clouds behind them.
They gleam like an angel's, yet hide the stories that lie beneath.
Like they hold zero fears
The contradiction!!
You could tell a thousand tales
Of how you've suffered and hid the pain
How goosebumps rose on your arms when your fear comes to life
Your fear of giving your best
But getting way less
You cradle them like a mother bird does her eggs.
Yet you hold the same value as a rag to them.
A rag waiting for a day to finally be used.
People always take from you, they take but never give
You clench your jaw when you are shunned,
The veins on your neck wanting to pop.
Your tightened fist says alot
Your eyes turn red,
You know you've had enough
It's time your aching heart gets a little rest
WOMAN KING
Every fight to live,
The strength to survive.
Other from the authority,
Just to secure territory.
Swords tasty of blood,
Killings and stains of blood.
The strength of a man,
Fragile heart of a woman.
With skills and fierceness,
Every battle is a success.
The legacy of Dahomey,
Belong to the warriors of Dahomey.
Agojie—a group of women warriors,
General nanisca the superior.
fight against a foreign enemy,
Gain their empire and legacy.
PricelessPEN
Only the moon sees
and feels the fierceness of storm
sky keeps her eyes closed
Do others often ask themselves,
" Are there days without darkness...
when another storm shows fierceness?
Has hope dimmed for selfish reasons? "
And the living pay little attention to events,
although they grin and appear to be perplexed;
and they miss every sign of the crucial times:
how can they not be aware? That's so absurd!
Are there days without darkness?
The evil ones embrace dark ideals
to accomplish a task linked to death,
to control and suppress each breath!
Anybody who holds the absolute power,
shouldn't neglect the masses with needs;
money is squandered on wars that drives:
brother against brother, sister against sister!
Lost is the concept of fairness, of humanness;
they silence the one who's forced to rebels against
the iron hand from the throne of false atonement:
they have built a dungeon fit for raving lions!
Are there days without darkness,
with limpid skies of unfaded blueness?
Are the paved roads free of thistles:
where all are safe from vile threats?
The world is cruel, harsh, and merciless all at once
Taking what it chooses and giving nothing in return
Frozen my young heart had to mature into
To survive all alone with no one else to guide
I'll be the anti-hero in your story
The one who seems to not even care
I'll get what is needed by whatever means necessary
Because justice does not come to those who wait
So hate me or love me, it matters not
When things need to be done, it's me they call
The privileged in society could never understand
What a life for someone like me is truly like
There's good underneath this porcelain skin
But on the surface, I'm everything to that you hate
Fierceness rivaled by none lies below an icy stare
The anti hero you need to save the day
dreaded fire dragon was more intimidating in the flesh than I knew
Fierceness in his eyes, claws and scales, seen readily as he flew
I ran for my life, and hid in the stable with the hag, an old shrew
We waited for the carnage to be over, for what else could we do?
We heard screaming and gnashing, and it was terrifying, let me tell you
I thought the fire dragon was a myth, I whispered to the old shrew
She put her finger to her lips, showing me to be quiet amid shadows so blue
We survived, but I still remember it, though this was back in sixty-two
Darkness loomed over the place,
Damp air hung like a shroud,
Crows cawed in the distance,
If ever you felt gloom, it was here,
You could almost reach out and touch it,
A cold mist cloaked everything,
Not a hint of colour to be seen,
The cobbled streets were deserted,
except for the shadowy fog,
Tendrils of vapours climbed around each house,
Ready to gobble you up,
if you dared to step out,
Humidity clung with vehement fierceness,
Black clouds darkled the evening sky,
Waiting to unload heavy showers,
Brooding nimbus
longing to cry...
The atmosphere was like a living breathing being,
Someone hiding in the moist shadows,
Sighing in stygian despondency,
Waiting to show its anger,
The calm before the storm...
Lightning cracked,
thunder rocked
the stillness,
Big, fat raindrops fell in steady downpour,
This was gonna be
a mighty thunderstorm...
It is worn, patched, and tattered, frayed about the edges. It has at times offered me adrenal ascendency, scared me out of my wits, challenged me to act, or to be still. Its warmth has often failed me. Its compass deviated from true north or at times just ignored. I was told to “wear it as a loose garment”, yet it often felt too restraining or cumbersome. Still it is my choice to slip into it each morning, share a quiet moment, a sip of coffee, a laugh about a patch or stain.
It is more frail now, more likely to require re-stitching of old wounds and faded patches. And yet it serves me well. Its distant colors chuckle as we recall a hot sauce stain, that bar in Angelo, the too often sewed pocket still holds its own. Several of the “original” buttons remain to taunt the newer ones. None are sure where the others went, or why.
And so we sip coffee and recall the tears and joys of birthday cakes, of babies snuggled in its flannel fierceness, and carry on.
loosely worn garments
a history of flannel
frayed edges of life
2/25/2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
His eyes as a flame of fire
On his head were many crowns
And he had a name written
that no man knew but himself
And he was clothed with a vesture
dipped in blood
And his name is called the word of God
So I read this two times I needed understanding badly
So I listen with an intensity
My Brown Eyes shyly read the other page
And the armies which were in the heaven
followed him upon the white horse clothed in linen
White and clean.
And out of his mouth continues to go a sharp sword
that with it his shoulder smite the nations ok
And he shall rule them with a rod of iron
The Kings on earth must be loved
The chosen lords in the land
And he treaded the winepress of the fierceness
and wrath of Almighty God
And he had on a vesture
On his thigh, a name is written
KING of Kings and LORD of Lords!The White Horse
The word of God
I thought about this today.
Frisky frog forgot to bathe
So off he went, to the creek
Alone in the water, he decided
He’d be so clean, he’d squeak
Silly squirrel, scattered his nuts
Along the bank where Frog swam
Sinking into the clearest water
Frog told the squirrel he should scram
Friendly fish whirled in the waves
Swaying with the chug of the water
Reminding Frog he was surely clean
So he could visit the king’s daughter
Bristly bear came across the ridge
Rattling the leaves with his great paws
The others saw him and left the creek
Recalling the fierceness of his wide jaws
Frisky frog went to visit the king
While silly squirrel packed his lunch
And, friendly fish worked up the nerve
To glide by bristly bear – and on a hunch…
They all thanked God for this water
Where they finally met Mr. Otter!
Be Creative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
November 6, 2022
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