I thought it was love, but I guess I was blind,
You just played pretend and toyed with my mind.
I gave you my heart, my soul, every year.
Returned was your silence, your distance, and your love never here.
I thought maybe one day you’d love me the same-how foolish to know
I was your puppet on a string.
The harder I tried, the more I gave,
The deeper my heart got swept under the wave.
I built us a future and dreamed you’d be there.
But you never showed up, I looked for you everywhere.
Your love never deepened, it stayed cold and thin,
While I wore my heart raw, bleeding under my skin.
You stayed the same, while I broke and burned,
And all that I offered was never returned.
I gave you it all, every tear, every touch-
But you never once loved me, not even half as much.
I know now what I finally must do.
To love me much more and stop trying to love you.
The skies whispered
And my summer turned stormy
Winds swirled all around me
Dismantling the shelter surrounding me
No more on safe grounds
I found myself unable to run
As water rapidly filled in
Finding nothing to hold on to
I got swept away
The winds blew me to the center of the storm
Controlled by love, as willed by the skies
In the midst of the chaos
I could only listen to the flute
Being played from love's deep eyes
Recounting to me of the harshness of cold nights
And the bliss of the skies' whispers
The chaos raged on
While I succumbed to love's flow
Enlaced in strong arms
Promising to hold on to me
Even in the next world
As my powerful God
The skies whispered and the storm wreaked
The havoc is of unequalled power
While the bond of love only got stronger
Tonight, I met the winter breeze,
She flew as if a body deceased..
She told me stories of the past,
And talked about fories of the vast..
We were meeting after long,
So we sat there singing some old songs..
She still had many places to visit,
The dates she left me all in digits..
I saw her go,
My flaws followed so..
I was in a trance,
Could not see her prance..
I was dreaming,
When she was leaving..
And when she left,
I got swept..
By the waves,
In the caves..
I had died,
And my body had been pried..
She came again,
And took me in vain..
For my soul stayed,
Where my dreams had been slayed..
It’s mortuary time to a-tone deaf clock in
to the pawn fate
of warlock plans that bewitch angle bend
The hourglass is turned over again,
wearily watch the
sands of your inhalation dwindling
In a despot time of greed,
second-hand puppets do the dying
Ag coin commodity bleed
Feel the avarice reign,
those tempestuous profit tears falling
Be the fodder battlefield fed,
pleb body debt chained
Intellectual properties acquired
in the gold piece accord
Condo hearts time share expired —
Mortgaged souls
got swept off the board
In a weepy eye time of need,
first class haves
deafly ignore the poor pleas
Cadaver cold tongues
toll the hell bells rung
Burning that pulse promissory scrip
with pirate-pierced, profiteering lips
Feel the ageless pain of bosom misery
in this modern time of ancient greed
Elmer Fudd chose one day on a lark
to go looking through mud. In the dark,
he got swept to the sea.
Most unfortunately,
he found naught but the bite of a shark!
April 4, 2020 for Mudlark Contest
ROSE FROM THE DUST
Sixteen sweet springs she had seen come and go,
blooming thousand flowers on her dove eyes,
touching her tender heart with the cadence
of the whispering breeze of juvenile romance.
She had found a friend in the close neighborhood,
and he turned into a lover, when she didn’t know.
On her 16th birthday they met in a secret wood,
she was in veiled rapture as he gave her a red rose.
She kissed it and tucked gently in her black hair,
as if it were a rare jewel on the crown she wore.
Returning home a sudden gust of wind blew on her,
the rose dropped down a storm drain, gone forever.
She had silently cried her broken heart out,
for with the rose she had lost her nascent love.
Dust of dream got swept into closet of memory,
for he had disappeared, gone with the wind.
Life had taken her far away on the whirlwind,
when years later to her old home she returned,
and stood by the storm drain on a windy morning,
the red rose called memory rose from the dust.
February 27, 2019
Checked on PS Grammar Checker
DON'T BURN MY DREAMS
Under crisp autumn’s azure sky
the rustling leaves wind would pass by
with requiem tunes of the fall,
donning burning colors they’d fly.
They’d fly, brush fondly you and me.
Emotions would voice ecstasy
in words of lyric I’d compose
life would sink in its melody.
Its melody got swept away
by silent smoke to my sky grey,
your fire blazed words of my lyric,
don’t stoke your sly fire, I couldn’t say.
I couldn’t say, let me weave in air
the tapestry of love with flair
in tinged words of hued fantasy,
don’t break my dreams, burn in your fire.
September 22, 2018
Syllable count : 8 each line
(checked on howmanysyllables.com)
Stay forever
in there, till death
cause you don’t have
a choice in heft.
For all the times
being alone in line,
nothing has changed
and nothing will.
Every-time
i try to smile,
trouble is the one
who is willing to be by haste.
It is
forever like this,
nothing the way
i really wanna sway.
The chaos in my head
is making me shed
the last hope lived at
and my very last breath.
It’s hard and hard
what karma had taught,
but enough was enough
because that was making me dead.
Deep and deep
those words got swept.
Into my heart
and never out of my brain.
I cried and cried
for all the reasons
till i am FROZEN,
but nothing’s gonna change.
You’ll never know
how much i am hurt
cause no one else can fake
a smile better than i do.
you will never know
the fright i had,
the broken pieces of my heart
and a million things unseen.
Millennia ago it started as a rock
that was about the size of a fist.
It got swept to the edge lodging
against two mighty bounders.
Staying there for a century or two
it was finally small enough to escape.
Tumbling down the face of the fall
it landed at its shingle coated base.
For many years at least five hundred
it was tossed and rolled and polished.
Now the size and shape of an egg
it glistened and sparkled in sunlight.
Finally washed out it headed seaward
coming to rest on a sandy beach.
Where it was found and treasured
by a child who saw its magic and lore.
Your gentle gestures ...
soft velvet words
made me open my hard shell
You said you weren’t looking for love,
but you stumbled upon it anyway
and fell
For so very long,
I hid within my thoughts
Too afraid to venture out and find
someone who had a kindred spirit
like mine
Instead, I shut the door to my heart,
closed the curtains
and lowered the blind
It was starting to get late,
the light of hope was beginning to fade
And in the late evening,
at the falling of the last rays
You passed by like a butterfly,
and floated a hello my way
Got swept away on a breeze of love,
basking in your late evening sunshine
You made me open the door to my heart,
open the curtains
and raise the blind
I felt the warmth on my skin
of a late evening brilliant lumenescence
I felt it deep within,
the heat of your late evening sunshine
You said you weren’t looking for love,
but in the fading light
that’s what you did find
A farmer stocked in his farm
scorpions to serve him as guards
snakes to give him critical news
black ants to patrol the farmland
Moles he brought as cultivators
locusts to harvest the ripe crops
trusted rats to store the harvests
butterflies to oversee activities
Every creature was industrious
but an enemy appeared suddenly
hurricane came from the high seas
scorpions and all were swept away
Farmer trusted powers he planted
but everything got swept with him
As I beheld the lovely sunrise
It was like viewing a beautiful surprise
It was so mesmerizing and captivating
And utterly breathtaking
I got swept up in it's beauty
As though it was my duty
I didn't want the moment to end
It was a great start to my weekend
Alexis Y.
5-9-17
By the bank of a meandering stream
underneath the weeping willow tree,
Recall the endearing days of our dream
like the wily wind, whimsical and free.
Then the dark clouds rolled over our sky
In the pouring rains you got swept away,
The shrubs and the bushes knew not why
where and in whose arms you quietly lay.
Scouring the skies with the footloose moon,
Deep in the woods, across shimmering sea,
Oh, my forlorn heart vows to find you soon
lest falling prey to cruel time you forget me.
Waiting by the stream your name I often call
wailing underneath this weeping willow tree
all seasons, winter, spring, summer and fall,
From this dire fate do come and set me free.
"You broke my heart" Nicola Byme contest
Death wore a glamorous mask,
death wore a beautiful dress
Death gave him one night of pleasure,
death gave him an empty sex life full of regret
When he met her, she was the life of the party
Promiscuous and bewitchingly fly
Had men and women flocking all around her,
but those pretty birds weren't on the menu that night
She was a tigress in the club jungle,
feline with one painted striped eye
He didn't know he was her prey,
that death on high heels had chosen him to die
She stalked him, then caught him on the dance floor
Whispered seductive things in his ear
She said her name was Chimera,
and she offered carnal desires most men couldn't ignore
He got swept up in the heat of passion,
then led away to her private hotel lair
She urged him to come inside her,
and coaxed him to scream her name
She said she wanted him to remember that night,
because he would never see her again
Death wore a deadly disguise that night,
death came in the form of a femme fatale
Death brought him a lifetime of pain,
once he laid down on that bed straight from hell
Father Christ Jesus listeners often got swept by His charismatic manner
Blurted their intention to follow Him
That does not mean they were ready to be true disciples of Father Christ Jesus
In this Gospel story
A man wanted to follow Father Christ but was deflated (let down) when Father Christ pointed out that He had no home
His followers would have none of the things considered necessary for a happy life
Following Jesus or Father Christ wouldn’t always be comfortable and that thought turned many away
For the second man in the story
The timing wasn’t right
He wanted to fulfill his duty to his dying father before setting out with Father Christ Jesus sets the agenda
Our duty is to obey Father Christ Jesus knew that looking back while plowing can ruin the job
He used that example to help the third man that we need to have a singleness of purpose to His disciple
We still have to make sacrifices to follow Father Christ Jesus
But He promises that the rewards will be worth much more
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