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Like an Axe Used To Split Kindling for Fire

Like an Axe Used To Split Kindling for Fire

Like an axe used to split kindling for fire,
Her beauty repeatedly strikes at my heart,
Encouraging sparks of desire that inspire
Me to bravely approach her without swagger.

I, in livery, and she, robed in fine cloth,
Comport in accord with that which is proper;
Express youthful, sentimental, foolish tropes,
Indulged in cautiously during our rapport.

Blustery adaptations amuse our spirits
At her pleasure, confident in my prescience.
We play charades insouciantly within limits,
Aware of time and place and our adolescence.

Music warms the heart’s revival of remembrance;
Our minds exploit these encounters with exuberance.

FULLER LIVING

"Im not doing this because you told me to
Im doing this because I feel sorry for you"

No, you don't. 
You want love. 
You want acceptance.

You're scared it isn't real 
Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul
Waiting for your joy to steal 
No home to call your own

The eyes are windows to a world inside
You wanna hide

Keep away
Ur led astray
These hands do not feed
They take
Then convince you are the bag dog
A stray alley cat deserves scraps
How about that?

Now I feed myself luxurious banquests
I CANT breathe at the end
I endulge and indulged, but now suddenly with the banquet 
You find yourself reaching out a hand?
When I had scrapes and you were prepared for?

Choke on the salty essence of your tears

Cowes again

Phillip Island Cowes

It was not long ago,
At the end of last year,
Beginning of the summer,
I came to this area,
Indulged swimming at the sea,
Hardly enjoyed any thing else,
Except strolling on the sand,
Along the shore and enjoyed writing poem,
With someone for the first and last time.
There was much more to explore.
Now the summer was over,
The Autumn's breeze swayes in the air,
The waves lingeres on the shore,
Whether the swells are big or small 
And rough or soft waves movement.
That do not really matter at the moment.
I am back again, to enjoy the nature,
To mesmerise the good old days memories,
As time goes by every day.
Today, I travel alone with simple itinerary 
Just relaxing, enjoying peaceful sightseeing. 

It crossed my mind to go else where,
It had equal beautiful natural scenery.
However, the public transport,
Was not as adequate as before,
When I travelled to both memorable places,
On a divine summer day.
I did not realise, how lucky we were
Live in such a wonderful world,
With full of artistic nature.

It All Went South

Into me
When will they see
I shall let myself be
Inertwine in revolution
Searching for peace
Why has it become so hard
Almost 50 years to the day
Alone I sit
Ponder it all
I need it to end
This insecurity
No longer a child
Don't want to be an adult
Time is slipping away
Running out of life
Will I be this way for all my days
Where is the courage to be seen
Hidden away  forgotten 
Indulged in unspeakable abuses
Welcoming the lies
Avoiding all truths
I am the example
The intuition of what not to be
Here I stare back at me
With so much discus 
I don't think six feet deep will keep it secure
They all will call me by name 
The demons will run fear
The victims will lie 
It will be the carnage I need
To remember all that was left of me before
It all went south.

Why the noble lady was so pissed

The noble lady was full of ire.
Her drunken knight had pissed out her evening fire.
So now she sought warmth by his sleeping horse,
and indulged in some heated intercourse
with the knight's drop-dead handsome squire.

For a moment

For a moment I dreamt you were mine
You held me close, and tight
You whispered softly in my ear
We held hands and each other hearts

For a moment I thought you could be mine
We shared desires and dreams
We indulged in fantasies and flirting
We slid into "I miss and want to kiss you"

For a moment I thought you were mine
And then reality crept in, slowly and then all at once
Like the first ray of light at dawn, suddenly it was here
And the dream ended and I awoke
And I remembered you weren't mine

Couplet Challenge Rhyme

The position of rest is with buzzing provocations,
Depict mind as it like, full of vibrations,

The pattern will not be drew to so easily
Let all winter our feelings from fire to the dale for water lilly,

Opportunity comes at ones through this pages,
Frisking frivolities edge to edge no matter rages,

Even a mother wouldn't be indulged with her offspring role early,
She became patient and let the time cover it enduringly,

If a nibble wanted to reach the position,
Must mimic mother's wishes for appropriation,

O! Dear friend surely I became still-stone
And hobbling to reach my flowers with a beacon.

A Tribute To Senses

We eulogize our parents, kneel before teachers,
Pay obeisance to idols, and praise every benefactor...
Write poetry on our love, lyrics to our heartthrob,
Elegies in the heartache and play Endymion for a Selene,
Making rainbows out of our pale inane existence.
But when it comes to thanksgiving, some never figure on our list,
And of the few, we are prudent, tongue-tied, and grossly inadequate.

Connate with this corpus from conception
Oh my senses and sensors! You have made me what I am.
But for you I would never have travelled the distances I had,
Nor perceived and indulged in this spectacular world! 
Oh, me!
It grieves to leave, yet a new stint is equally tempting.
And before I am dragged out of this housing reluctantly
And watch dumbly, you being impaled and consigned
Let me thank you with all my heart, 
Dear senses and dear limbs!
And as a tribute to you, dear frame, 
I shall leave behind ... the name!

Behind weeping eyes

Urge to drown in the ocean
Of the eyes that belong to him,
Indulged in pure devotion
To the smile that makes me dim.

But when he fixes his hair
As I hold my pen to write,
I'm left stunned in the moment,
Lost for words to describe.
-laxika

Falling Upward

I was wise enough not to fool around
When push came to shove I stood my ground
I ran long and hard but couldn’t get anywhere
I spread laughs, but my hurts couldn’t share,
Now I wish I had painted the town red
Indulged my desires, all my passions fed.

Thought of the day

for far too long we’ve indulged wayward ego ~
through thought cessation, it is time to let go

I love you wet

.

   I've readily indulged
            yourn

          It tickles
            deep

      Look      goose's
            mine
           bumps

    those rings 'round
           your's
           whilst
   the rain with steady 
          dripped

     You had me 'fore
            your's 
         drenched

the client kingdom

A client kingdom

So here we are a day older and yet learning more
who would have thought the blowing up of the North Stream 2 helped by the Norwegian navy?'
Few knew this annal little country had the capability
the technical know-how to help in this 
dastardly conduct.
This little country up North with deep fjords and
reindeer, snow, the tourist industry, and waterfalls
who has gone woke, electric cars and solar panels 
This little country that thinks of going the whole 
hog and doing away with money could do this
this little country that sells oil and gas for export
to fund their green policy at home
does not appear to understand how despicable
it has become, blinded as it is by its wealth
When you realize that the country is an extension
of the USA always ready to do its bidding
then it becomes clear Norway is a client state
that indulged to play a self indulges play
about the environment naively saving the planet
as long as it is at beck and call when needed
to do some dastardly work.

Past Mistakes

I often wondered how I came to be,
Brought up by relatives so far away,
My parents fought, in parting they were free,
My lonely life never indulged in play.

Growing up, battling my sad life alone, 
I studied hard, determined to achieve,
Saw my aunts, all finished in their gravestones
I worked and studied more, no time to grieve.

Until I met my sweet soul mate and learned
How good it felt to woo and love and care.
For hearts are won and not easily earned,
She became my world, together we'd share.

I learned about all other's past mistakes,
Kept joy and love, for that is all it takes.

Eye of our soul

Looking through the eye of our soul,
thoughts rested, emotions distilled,
as we go about our life role,
by God’s grace, voids within are filled.

Truth of existence becomes clear,
looking through the eye of our soul,
whence we sense God’s presence draw near,
making us feel complete and whole.

We hear whispers of love cajole
lower mind to meld with the heart,
looking through the eye of our soul,
that God search quest in earth may start.

All our life we’ve indulged in sin;
our aura is blackened like coal.
It is high time that we begin
looking through the eye of our soul.

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