Charlamagne was a witch who knew her groove
Her clothing was awesome, her fashion sense smooth
Her hair was braided with fluorescent oranges and pinks
She had marvelous peace signs, her boots were cuter than skinks.
She had a sense of herself, that oozed out of her pores
she dressed herself so well, it irritated naysayers and bores
her hat band was peppered with flowers we had never seen
This seemed to make the jealous ones even more mean.
The emerald fire burns within her breast,
As wandering eyes betray the vows he made;
By bitter poison is her heart possessed,
A sharpened steel within the silent shade.
To hear his final words above the deep;
A gentle push—the faithless lover dies,
A broken promise he no more shall keep.
She turns her back upon the hungry depths,
Now silence reigns within her lonely hall,
Where phantom stains upon the fabric spread;
She won the war but lost the soul of all.
Though vengeance offered up a sweet release,
It left a hollow and a craggy peace.
The hollow echoes drift through empty rooms,
Where every shadow wears a face she knew.
The garden of her heart no longer blooms,
Choked by the bitter seeds of strife she threw.
A heavy iron settles in her chest,
The cold remains of bridges burned to ash;
She sought a triumph in a too cruel test,
And left a ruin in a sudden flash.
She’d give the very breath within her soul,
To mend the broken glass on the floor,
To take the parts and make the vessel whole,
And silence every slamming door.
The salt of tears now poisons every spring,
Where once the ghost of hope had tried to sing.
In realms of love, where passions burn like fire,
Jealousy, a symptom of a heart's desire,
Not insecurity, but care's fierce spark,
Lying deep, where love's most vulnerable mark.
I don't want to lose you, my heart's sole claim,
Yours alone, my love, my every breath's refrain,
Checking up on you, not desperation's game,
But love's fierce vigilance, my heart's sweet pain.
When I lose you, my world crumbles to dust,
Leaving naught but emptiness, a hollow trust,
I've crossed oceans, climbed mountains high and steep,
Kneeling, broken, my heart, a thousand pieces, asleep.
You're all I want, my passion's burning need,
My every dream, my heart's deepest creed,
I won't trade our love for anything, my love,
Yours, forever, till eternity's stars above.
I doubt teen witch could get any more colorful than today
She was dressed in pinks, purples, oranges, and other colors said Kay.
Kay is a witch who favors gloomy shade like black, gray, brown and tan.
Her blah-ness is known throughout witch city and warlock land.
I think teen witch looks fabulous, I said. I love her fashionable style.
I gave Kay witch my most endearing, lovely, get-along-well smile.
She huffed off then, pouting, for it was also the way of not-so-lovely Kay
And I spent time with Teen Witch, which made it a very pleasant day.
we had never seen such a fancy, schmancy, gorgeous witch.
She is a siren, look at how her hat has a magical pitch.
This was told to us by a jealous crone with ugly teeth.
Her brain was full of worms, said my cousin Keith.
They were terrified of the gorgeous witch named Belle.
She was a siren witch, born six states away in a pumpkin dell.
Because she was a foreigner, they said mean things about her.
She was nice to me, so she became my friend for life, said Burr.
Burr made up her own mind about people and witches you see.
Others’ ideas and prejudices had no influences on her choices.
She liked siren witch, and talked her praises to Bree, Catty and me.
The only ones not convinced were two cousins, both Joyces.
They never gave anyone new a way to get into their clique.
Judging people upside, downside, their thinking distorted and thick.
She’ll always be a newcomer; we’ll never let her in they said.
These two were as welcoming as a corpse that had been overfed.
Your green-tinted rallentando,
beating on lovers’ bongo
is out of sync like a noisome
nail on a chalkboard. Calm down,
my love belongs to you precious
music maker; my heart’s beat.
(This poem is a direct challenge to skeptics who know nothing about love)
You speak of imbalance,
of pain and sorrow,
but our love stands solid,
a form so true.
Square in its goodness,
with all its virtue,
we defy your doubts,
we welcome tomorrow-
A perfect shape
for all to borrow.
There was a poor bloke once
inflicted with miserable leprosy
his story, the mind it stuns
but such was his jealousy!
One day some angels came to him
with mercy to heal his ailment
They inquired of his wish and whim
but were in for a shocking lament.!
The angels asked him as to whether
he wanted health restored, his disease healed
Replied the leper, 'he wanted neither
What he said hence, his jealousy revealed!
For he said, ''you needn't heal me, but instead
Inflict everyone else with my malady as well
let all of them lie loathed and deplored in bed,
as I've had to all these days like hell''!
The angels left astounded, simply returned to heaven
with neither healing him nor inflicting others
They still wonder from above the heavens seven
at how man envies his fellow brothers.
Ah, envy is a fire that consumes thee most,
Far better for humans if they coveted not
Why want ye, haunt ye another's fortune
like some covetous malevolent ghost?
Therefore why at all covet
You haven't right to it unless
it was your right, or was snatched
A fit of jealousy might make you regret
and to hell you may be dispatched.!
I was jealous of dogs
they sleep nineteen hours a day
I could not wait to retire
Now I try to sleep nineteen hours a day too
to make up for lost time
mirroring my dogs,
forcing my type A personality to relax
I move from couch to bed to couch
resting, sleeping, reposing,
I am fully retired,
wishing I could sleep nineteen hours a day
staying up all night, and sleeping twelve hours a day
happy to be on my natural schedule at last
no longer jealous of dogs
Being a jealous person is a
Key to your downfall
Jealous is my God, who wants me in submission, only giving our love and attention to his plan.
Jealous is my God, who told us of the punishment to us and our descendants.
Jealous is my God, that leads me through this life, with signs from above that light my path.
Jealous is my God, that has a plan, that makes me pray to see the plan clear.
Jealous is my God, that wants no other God before him, he told us that he is number one.
Jealous is my God, of his people, who wants us to have no one before him.
Jealous is my God, that told us with his prophets, that anything that leads us astray is from the opposer, the one that wants to separate us from life, and make us stay forever in the dark.
Jealous is my God, that made us from his image, that wants us to love and be kind to one another.
Jealous is my God, that sent his son, to lead us to forever life, by making a path for us home.
Jealous is my God, that loves us so much, that he created us to be his family for life.
Lifting prayers to God, for love and life and beyond.
lavender is jealous
purple screams in agony
because they have both spotted
the diabolical, deliberately, delightful dewberry
now how will they sell their own color?
who would buy plain janes
when they could purchase something with an exotic name
I shall be called purple-icious, purple decided.
you may defer to me as queen purple-icious.
Lavendar could not stop laughing.
but when she did stop she decided to call herself lilly-berry.
I am now lilly-berry, she told purple-icious.
Excuse me.
I mean
Queen Purple-icious
Dewberry never knew what she had started.
saw a raptor glide down today
toward the tree line of my forest
I wondered at his purpose
was he hunting or merely loving life?
I marveled at his glide
wishing it had been my own
the moon sparkled with a magic the world had not seen
spring blossoms on trees were dazzling in her happy sheen
tiny purple violets on the ground felt dowdy in compare
a mystical sense of entitlement was in the evening air
grasses reassured the tiny flowers they were beautiful too
especially, they told them, when you open up with dew
lavender tree had no idea she was the object of jealousy
the moon suspected this however, for he was envious of this tree
dog did not like Daddy in my recliner
He ran in, up Daddy’s arm, on his shoulders.
Doggie pushed Daddy from behind with his front paws
Daddy fell on the floor
I could not stop laughing
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