Why He loves me, I can’t imagine.
Why He blesses me, I am unsure.
Why He values me, I don’t know.
Why He lights my soul, is unknown!
When He stills the winds, I listen.
When He moves the heart, I pray.
When He forgives my sins, I’m thankful.
When He smiles on me, I’m filled with praise!
Where He goes, I will follow.
Where He is, I long to be.
Where He exalts, I feel certain.
Where He promises, I can breath!
How He inspires me, I can’t describe.
How He stirs my heart – excites.
How He lights the dark, enthuses.
How He saves my soul – truly gratifies!
Whom He says He is – He is!
Whom He blesses, is blessed indeed!
Whom He saves, is saved forever!
Whom He is – He is King and Savior!
Despise my love, for I am a masochist,
Don't restrain on your hatred for me,
Instead abuse me with your words,
Because the love I possess, is not of your world.
My love is ambivalent,
Although very apathetic,
So don't tell me you love me,
don't tell me you care.
Love is just a figment of our imagination
And being loved is my fear.
The pain gratifies me,
put scars on my soul.
Love me how you hate me,
hate me how I love you
Paint me with insults,
But don't tell me that you love me.
Hardly any craving is for necessity but rather towards desire
Hardly any desire satisfies but at least it gratifies
Hardly any gratification lasts, only fleeting
Hardly any fleeting brings joy but a flare
Hardly any flare can light or warm but catches the eye
Hardly any eye resists the momentary but soon forgets
Hardly any forgotten is remembered but remains as if never known
K. Muitherero
Ego, not love, seeks vibrational match
for love is simply an effervescence
like yonder sun, lighting up each dark patch,
being quintessence of our soul’s essence.
Is not fickle love, that seeks a caress,
being dependent upon an exchange;
which if denied, soon begins to regress,
succumbing to cravings, our soul finds strange?
Love that is pure, is of the agape kind,
non-judging, all-embracing compassion,
a sublime radiance, no urge can bind
but perhaps such love is not in fashion.
If endearment be reduced to a trade,
deludedly, we assign love a grade.
Deludedly, we assign love a grade,
higher, if it gratifies our ego,
which is afraid to call a spade a spade,
need to be stroked, unable to let go.
As life unfolds and our consciousness shifts,
we may find that our interests diverge
but elixir of pure love, all hearts lifts,
radiating at all times, a bliss surge.
What matters at all times, is simply this,
that we see in our partner, divine light,
ensconced wherein, both our souls merge to kiss,
drenched in bliss mists, heightening heart’s delight.
Where love pulsates, there can remain no catch;
ego, not love, seeks vibrational match.
When a swaying wind gets mad,
It’s addressing what is sad:
I‘d wanted to say ‘The Bad ‘
As stained as hating one’s dad
And as gross: dumping one’s lad
For losses through care of wad:
They’re crimes with stings of a bee:
The bestial we pay its fee…
An Eve a face reserves scowl
And the wind maintains its howl,
For having its motive seen:
A future like horror scene…
The startling sight of green leaves
Us consoles over what grieves.
Don’t their wrought dances of grace
Reduce the heat of men’s race?.
Note I Nature gratifies
More than kitchen satisfies.
THE DAISIES
You really have to hand it to the daisies
They dash the lawn like gems on rich brocade
Their sparkle that thus gratifies our gaze is
Cut short each time the reaper wields his blade
Yet in a space of fecund summer days
They raise their heads, resume their snow-white blaze
Hey all you temporary oscillators
born to the impetuous posture
you gun jumping rattle shakers
wavering your body English
in a gesture of kinetic ardor
for the passage of time as leverage
against the recognition that what gratifies
and profits and returns a bit of leeway
against the fiats of civic disapproval
is but a starting point a utility
that can no longer avail the authorities
and their hold over luck and venture
yes your countenance is sanctioned
by the blaspheming throne of numbers
and faces no injunction or coercive measure
for the infinite stubby sadisms
that fill the cosmic belly
with degradation and humiliation
a digestive system congenitally supplemented
with self adulation stretched thin
to the point of fragmenting
that jangling tatty chandelier you call a mind
into a hill of lizards
you can't see the horizon from
shiver and blanch to the bulletin that
the lingering scraps of your empire
have been licensed for repossession
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when
Reaching out to another, every arm extends
Wrapping around love, yearning for a hug
Gesturing admiration in universal language
Like beauty of flowers and the beat of music
Sound of peace gratifies every human being
So does the smile that emanates from heart
So does pure love that embodies no bounds
June 14, 2018
Poem of Poems contest by Charles Messina
These are the building blocks of bread
Flour, salt, yeast, and water warm
You must wait for the dough to rise
You knead, then mold to proper form.
It bakes and comes from the oven
In many colors, shapes, and sizes
Pride of knowing that you made it
It is a process that gratifies.
As life progresses thru the years
As you grow from child to adult
You will encounter many paths
As you build the final result.
For life is like a loaf of bread
In many colors, shapes, and sizes
You build it as your soul expands
A process full of compromises.
God , i ask you to take me off the shelves
I dont wanna be for resale
But up front for your details
Im not just about the sweet tales
I talk about the three nails
And im frustrated cause it just seems like cheap fails
I wanna see people grow
And sometimes it just seems so slow
I feel like Gods tryin to call some dudes
But theyve been acting like the croods
Slaving for fans
And their sin is what gratifies their inner mans
But Is it all about their own plans
I know you got them in your hands
But i cant just let it be
Are they dying to their old ways
Or are they still in their present days
Im not about the fancy word plays
Im giving you my honest expression
Im stressn
I dont write music cause its cool
I do it to reach kids who are a cultural tool
What do we leave behind for these kids
Is it just to showem how to be a fool
Or how to focus and not worry about being cool
I know the standard is pretty demanding
But the outcome...
Its pretty outstanding
In denim- blues skies:
the sun hums gold a decaying monotone
of chest crushing heat on teeming trees
to fields and prairies, where they striptease.
And when the wind gusts:
cool hours seed encoring the hues
of ochres bright not of fire forced.
Spirally wheeled pupils may whirl
as in tireless and heavy rammed blow,
brown crinkled leaves fly in frenzied dance.
Weak limbs shudder too; lulled, they tumble,
fall and rest to coat the earth.
but within the heat, nothing goes to
waste nature regenerates.
It worms the leaves into compost weaves.
Yes, shades of Autumn are nature's mourning
for nature's die yet still its beauty: a romance
as it gratifies the eyes.
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~~Inspired by the painting: Autumn in France
by Emily Carr 1911
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
5:49pm , January 15, 2015
Erotica
Ascending bodily carnal defines erotic flare,
Gratifies holistic infatuation, jiggles, kindles lust,
Moral notions of passion quell raunch,
Sultry torch unchastes voluptuous whizz,
X yearnings zoom.
Written Sept 27th, 2015
For charlotte's contest
A beckoning charmer,
Desire’s erogenous Flower
gratifies homage.
I justly kneel…
Love must now obey
Pleasure’s quest ridden subjugation
till unchaste voracious waves, xenogenous, yield zealotry.
For Charlotte Puddifoot’s Sensual ABC Contest
September 25, 2015
When the eyes could no longer hold what’s brimming
and the fingers do nothing
but spread it on to what’s wrinkling.
When the voice is a strange thing
for the continuous vowels are worn out…shrieked at himself.
Then the narcissistic grin is all that gratifies the soul
which no one has ever come in contact with.
They speak of it when they’re broke
yet it’s broke too.
Escape is but a word.
You run,
but
the
eyes
of
the
rotten
follow.
To feed is luscious.
Just one night
when the god is asleep.
Let me feed.
We have all been broken and fallen
Twisted by sin in that way. Our first
Instincts are often negative, that causes
Us to say, and do wrong things day by day.
When we follow our old ways it last only
A while, and gratifies the flesh just the same.
But when we allow Him who came and die in our
Place, to do what we can’t through his grace.
Born broken and fallen is not an excuse, and no
We don’t have to stay that way. His ways are perfect
He sees and knows our flaws. He’s only a prayer away
All said and done in His name is for a worthy cause.
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