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Did Shakespeare ever fall in love?
A rose by any other name would
stink as sweet!
What would Y'eshua say if indeed
Magdalene was his favorite disciple?
What miracles would he impress her
with
So as to savor her forbidden apple?
O woman!
Is that why god made you last of all
nature's enviable beauty?
If before he said let there be light
You were the first thing his devine
eyes saw
I bet creation would have been a
different theory altogether.
If love at first sight was a figure of
speech
Then I swear I love you like a
metaphor
And your smile is a typo
They meant to say a simile
I will kiss your face like a blank page
And my lips will be the tip of my
pencil
Drawing drooling hieroglyphs like
the hand of god
Inscribing Ten Commandments of
Love
On the tablets of your breasts
Because my name is Moses
A stammerer on a voyage to save a
lonely soul
From the shackles of cynicism
On love affairs.
I would love to laugh while making
rough love to you
On the dark floor of my solitude cell
Where torn pages of amatuerish
poems lay as a carpet
Because you are my words:
Maybe your face is the sky
And your eyes are the stars
Maybe your laughter is a symphony
Of a million harps from a million
virgin angels
I have written about love a million
times
And still you remain elusive
A mystery
Are you an acrostic;
So each letter tells your tale?
Maybe a couplet or limerick?
Are you a sonnet? Or a ballad? Or a
metre without a rhyme?
Maybe you are a mere syllable I
mumble at every sudden ******.
Your body is a symmetry of regular
ryhthm
Consumate from five to seven
And back to five
Haiku:
Japanese poets should build a
pedestal for you
And all lustful lads
Should come and slink the slank at
your feet
Indeed lady,
Your gait and pride and smell of
shaven armpits and eyeballs might
make a eunuch have an ********
And that to me
Is amorous injustice!
Tell me,
What can a scribe do?
When all I write about is human
weakness
And wickedness?
When writing to me is an escape
from adjectives I can't utter over a
cup of coffee?
To me,
The strand of your hair alone
Deserves atleast umpteenth stanzas
of praise
A prerequisite.
If I say I love you
Will you giggle at my palpability?
Why bore you with parables
When all you yearn for is a touch
And forever?
I will say no more.
What do you believe?
What do you know?
did you have any clue i read tarot cards professioanlly for the oldest restarunt built
in my city
and predict surprised birthday parties that have passed
and cfan tell you all sorts of secrets of exaggerated emotion and paranoia
that only the moon knows
So like the life lesson of the hanged man
are you here to realise you are gullible or to see through me and know ive been
telling the truth
is this a test for you flase prophet
or your spiritual awakening with another card before you saying all of my poetic
poems that sound personal are nothing more than fabrications
and many of you judge me
and that further goes to prove my writing ability?
Is it true do i know anything of being bonded to the material
and the devil who reminds me the keys to my chains are within my grasp
And the tower of unforseen catastrophe always has a happy ending or a rainbow
but only a true prophet in the year 2012 in las vegas understands the
conspirtualacy of my craft
Is the hierophant all about the conformity of society
and the grouping together of the nonconformidt youth
so when the saints and sinners pull to gether to revolutionise and pull this star
from the sky will our dreams or nightmares come true?
Tell me prophet Am i a fool because the magician never taught me his tricks
but i understand the perfect shufles and have a deck of freudian slips of my own?
the blue moon sunrise and the three levels of the game of reality
we take babysteps of fear to beat or fail to proceed or return to the start
Where exactly is the emperor's crown of authority when society understands the
slide of psychology
and the one of a million being catered to
and the billion sof like minded individuals that spiral out from this psychological
understanding
Am i in the driver seat of the chariot and do i have enough temperance
to balance the forces of good and bad to see the pros and cons
of the blessings and ultimatums of desires and consequence
were you gullible all this time to fall for my lies?
or were you smart enough to see them as works of art?
or are you a true prophet and need to start the revolution from the earth and the
pollution of our skies
here i am
a false martyr
tell me prophet whats in store for me
and what am i to do?
I came home one evening after a hard day at work,
To find a surprise waiting for me.
I ran to the table, my heart filled of glee.
I imagined him sneaking in with a sexy little smirk.
It was a wooden box, beside it a mask of snowy white
I opened it up and found a note.
Written on it was a cute quote:
“We will dance until the clock strikes midnight”
I followed the rose pedals sprinkled on the floor,
They led me to my bedroom.
My heart went boom, boom, boom,
As I opened the door.
I could not believe what I found,
For it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
An elegant white with a beads of green.
On my bed was a gorgeous gown.
There was another letter,
This one written out in pedals all across the bed.
The message read:
“There is a hole in my heart, and seeing you tonight will make it all better”
I put on the dress and looked in the mirror.
And I found another remark.
“Get all dressed up and come to the old park,
Our moment together draws nearer and nearer.”
I rushed down the stairs,
Grabbed the mask on the way out.
Ran down the street, my mind clear of all doubt,
For this man was the answer to my prayers.
I got to the park and saw him waiting,
And I discovered I was not the only one to wear a mask.
He told me that I had one more task.
He said “Close your eyes and think back to when we started dating”
Obeying him, I closed my eyes,
And without me knowing, he got down on one knee.
Everything fell silent, then I heard “Desiree will you marry me?”
That’s when my heart burst into a million fireflies.
I opened my eyes, stuck in a trance
As I was not expecting this thrill.
I flung my arms around him and replied “Oh Stephen of course I will!”
Just then he grabbed me and we began to dance.
Just like his note said,
We danced until the clock struck midnight,
Holding me close with all his might,
Right on his shoulder is where I placed my head.
The rain began to pour,
So we ran hand in hand.
He said “This is not how I planned”
Then we reached my door.
We entered my house,
Where it was all cozy and dry.
Once again my heart began to fly,
As I stared into the eyes of my soon to be spouse.
All he said was “I Love You”
That was all I wanted to hear,
For me to wipe away all fear.
Knowing he loved me, I replied “I Love You Too”
*Not a true story, just a sort of fanatasy I suppose*
"Horus in Paradise"
In dreams
I met you in Paradise
I called you
Blue Sky
You were an
Angel in disguise
Horus, White Light
feathers of fire
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Ten Miles High” / Roison Murphy
https://youtu.be/2B8fxZoa7w0
"It mav have been a Million years ago
The Light was kindled in the Old Dark Land
Within which the illumined Scrolls are all aglow,
That Egypt gave us with her mummified hand :
This was the secret of that subtle smile
Inscrutable upon the Sphinx's face,
Now told from sea to sea, from isle to isle ;
The revelation of the Old Dark Race ;
Theirs was the wisdom of the Bee and Bird,
Ant, Tortoise, Beaver, working human-wise ;
The ancient darkness spake with Egypt's Word ;
Hers was the primal message of the skies:
The Heavens are telling nightly of her glory,
And for all time Earth echoes her great story.
“There are more things in heaven and earth,
Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
“If we shadows have offended,
think but this and all is mended,
that you have but slumber’d here,
while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
no more yielding but a dream.”
1. Horus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horus
2. Ancient Egypt The light of the World (Vol II)
https://www.academia.edu/36994959/ANCIENT_EGYPT_THE_LIGHT_OF_THE_WORLD_A_Work_of_Reclamation_and_Restitution_in_Twelve_Books_VOL._II
(a) Egyptian Wisdom in the Revelation of John the Divine (Page 690)
(b) The Jesus-Legend Traced in Egypt for Ten Thousand Years (Page 727 – 890)
3. Ancient Egypt The Light of the World (Vol I – II)
https://www.academia.edu/40950279/Gerald_Massey._Ancient_Egypt_-_Vols1-2
4. The Parallels Between Jesus and Horus
https://hubpages.com/religion-philosophy/forum/42035/the-parallels-between-jesus-and-horus-
5. Jesus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus
6. Ennead
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ennead
7. Isis; Nephthys; Hathor
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nephthys
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hathor
Artwork / George Redhawk (legally blind)
https://mymodernmet.com/george-redhawk-gifs/
A magical chemical infatuation
to disregard the tradition
of natures connectivity and diversity
dragged to the will of its subjugation
to dig into the complex cells intimacy
its mass increments of the yields
killing off the birds and the insects
for the sake of crop conformity
in the unnatural fields
A perfectly poisonous promise
released in defusable clouds
through the early morning mists
chugged and pumped out grotesque deformity
in silent avenues of crop conformity
the deathly dew eliminates
all so ripe so well protected
in latent morbidity awaits
Layers by "half-life" lifeless inherited
in this chemists manufacturing of a chemical romance
the inorganic compounds of devastation
bound by an economical tourniquet
to plough again the blighted earth
split breakdown the biological integration
a quick fix to be persuaded
a million years of evolution
the symbiosis of the world in Gods hand
was not a patent so diligently as patiently perfected
or so insidiously infected in the land
Mechanized desert to produce the taste
a tasteless morsel of a savored remembrance
to its colour yet another substance added
organophosphates persistently digested
concentrations in environmental compartments
disarrange the circles tilt the balance
the enemy is natures necessity
needs be defeated
swap it over transmit a hell-bent malignancy
Collusion's by crude oil alchemy
improving on a profitable perimeter
this chemical romance of manufactured efficiency
O = HO - P - HO - NH - O - OH ! OH !
take a look at what marvelous science has made !
broad spectrum killer
needs be to murder off bio-diversity
and 5-enolpyruvylshikimate-3 phosphate synthase
is so much better
so much cleverer than natures ways
so taint the population with polluted fodders feed
killing off the birds and the bees
killing off the fish, the insects and the fungi
and killing off our babies
So perfectly formed
and so perfectly preserved
perfectly free of any blemish
all sitting on the billion shelves
of a million supermarkets
So perfectly wrapped
and so perfectly presented
the perfectly picture of health
and in its cells something so insidious
and the perfectly poisonous
is its promise
So perfectly formed
and so perfectly preserved
perfectly free of any blemish
all sitting on the billion shelves
of a million supermarkets
Kim (one of my BFF) brightened with inspiration, “Oooo! Send him a sexy pic!”
“I’m NOT going to sext a guy out of the BLUE,” I grumbled, indignantly.
Kim turned to her phone, “No, No, of COURSE not.” She said as she texted.
“Come on” she said, as she pulled me off my chair and out the door. We raced over, on foot, to my friend Bili’s house (two houses away). We entered without knocking (as usual) and ran upstairs.
Bili lay on her stomach on her unmade bed, fiddling with her phone, ankles up and crossed but she twisted up to attention when we came in.
“What should we do first?” She said, as if there were a million things to do.
They set upon me and had my regular clothes off in a heartbeat. Like all makeovers, this had a prelapsarian purity - the ritual stripping down to blankness before rebuilding.
They quickly went through about half of Bili’s closet - selecting just the right combination of trashy and classy clothes designed to seduce.
They finally settled on a black slip under an ivory peignoir, stockings with garters and black strappy heels.
Kim twisted my hair up into a loose “Gibson Girl.”
“Hold still,” Bili said, as she grasped my chin and expertly blended red, gold and black glittery eyeshadows followed by lip liner and gloss. “This is just a quickie job,” she reminded me.
I stared at this strange version of myself in the vanity.
Kim frowned and looking around, she spread a pink scarf over the desk light to give the room a rosy glow. They went into studio mode - posing me in various ways from coquettish to bored lounging - suggesting expressions and taking endless pictures with my phone.
Finally, they were satisfied and handed me my phone.
“Shall we go through them?” Bili asked
“Naah,” I said, “I’ll go through ‘em and pick one - or two.”
Later, at home, I looked through them - I looked SO different - and I had to admit - sexy even. But was that ME? I cringed, what if my mom saw these trashy, Kardashian-like photos somewhere?
I never sent them. I thought I’d have to explain it to my girls.
“HA!” They laughed, “We KNEW you’d never use ‘em” Bili said, as Kim shook her head “Nope.”
“It was fun though!” We all agreed.
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NOTE: This is a pre-pandemic story from August 2019. I was 15 - the idea wasn’t to seduce this guy, it was to get his interest so he would ask me out . =]
during talking to this young lady
i looked on her quiet fondly as a friend
still stunned when she kissed me
i stepped back with shock
yet looking at her in a softened heart
i felt for her looking into her eyes i said
stop sweetheart as i looked at her
inside i was crying
so long since i heard them words
i love you
putting both hands on her face
saying looking into her eyes
you are so very sweet
she never saw inside what them words meant
i saw in her eyes hurt
feeling so ashamed
i hugged her saying
never give your feelings away
so easily to a man you barely know
you began pleading
saying you knew me for ages
it was only in the space of shopping
i felt ever so bad
wishing the ground to swallow me
so much going on in one's head
finding it hard to cope
then you began telling me
that for months you had been watching me
as we spoke once a week on the rare occasion twice
always smiling sometimes
coming up behind me
playfully giving me a fright then laughing
all this time i saw you as a friend
during the conversation
she began telling me
each time i entered the shop
she got butterflies
i felt so sad heart touched
honestly did not know what to say
beyond flattered
at that moment i felt broken hearted
i did not want to hurt her
she began saying you are always so nice
i love speaking to you
waiting and hoping to see you each we
smiling lost for words
each time after shopping
always headed to her till
she always smiled beautiful
each time she saw me even
among'st a crowd
her look would single me out
at the time one never noticed
to wrapped up in everything else in my life
there was no room within
my heart that time
to let you in
in fact i love the company
inside emotion
i shut completely down
flattered she kissed me again
honestly it tasted beautiful
i stopped her
deep within the mind one was hurting
with shattered love deep inside
please darling i said
i do not want to hurt you
try to understand my is not right
never mentioning hospitals
making one feel heartless
you began promising me
the very world you live in
inside i could feel a crying emotion
my mind in bits and pieces
barely living walking around
blind to everyone in my own hurt
the scars were still attached to feelings
of emotion that was not dealt with yet
i was a million miles away in a different space
now i see a lot clearer this is on story i will write
continued angel 3
Hello, I say to my one and only sweetest devotion
Daydreamer, I know it was like a million years ago
When rolling in the deep, river Lea stirred emotion
I miss you my hometown glory, but you don't know
Daydreamer, I know it was like a million years ago
I want to make you feel my love, I'm crazy for you
I miss you my hometown glory, but you don't know
Don't melt my heart to stone, our love is still true
I want to make you feel my love, I'm crazy for you
Why don't you remember, we set fire to the rain
Don't melt my heart to stone, our love is still true
All I ask is lay me down gently if it all ends in vain
Why don't you remember, we set fire to the rain
Rumor has it, someone like you dating my friend
All I ask is lay me down gently if it all ends in vain
Water under the bridge if we've hit the deadend
Rumor has it, someone like you dating my friend
Turning tables, allow me to confess, I found a boy
Water under the bridge if we've hit the deadend
Sweet like you when we were young, he's my joy
Turning tables, allow me to confess, I found a boy
Take it all, cooed my love in the dark, near skyfall
Sweet like you when we were young, he's my joy
He won't go there yet, but I'll be waiting for his call
Take it all, cooed my love in the dark, near skyfall
When rolling in the deep, river Lea stirred emotion
He won't go there yet, but I'll be waiting for his call
Hello, I say to my one and only sweetest devotion
April 5, 2018
First Place in Musical Pantoum contest by Silent One
Poem of the day on April 7, 2018
This poem includes the following 27 Adele titles:
All I ask Crazy for you Daydreamer
Don't you remember He won't go Hello
Hometown glory I found a boy I miss you
I'll be waiting Lay me down Love in the dark
Make you feel my love Melt my heart to stone Million years ago
One and only River lea Rolling in the deep
Rumor has it Set fire to the rain Skyfall
Someone like you Sweetest devotion Take it all
Turning tables Water under the bridge When we were young
(Gen. 1: 1, 14 / * Isa. 26: 4 / Isa. 43: 10 , Isa. 44: 6 , Isa. 45: 5-7, 17, Isa. 46: 9-11 /
* Acts 1: 7 / * Eccl. 3: 1-8, 11 / Mark 13: 30-33 / 1 Tim. 1: 17 / Jude 25 / Rev. 21 :6)
The King Of Eternity Gave Me Laser Answers
So That I Would Know of All Matters
That It's All Only A Matter of Time
Yes, All Things Are Set In Time's Prime
Yes, It's All Only A Matter of Time's Size
It All Comes In The Frame As Time Supplies
The Past, The Present & The Future All Relates
It All Devolves Upon The Time That It Takes To Make:
Once Upon A Time:
One Drop of Water Pierced A Stone-Face Into A Smile
One Step Then Another Paced A Walk, A Million Miles
One Speck of Dust Then Another Made Earth's Mosaic-Tiles
... of Pebbles Into Boulders Until The Many Mountains Piled
& A Child Grew From An Embryo, As One Cell Multiplied
All In A Matter of Time's Length & Scope & Steady Strides
Once Upon A Time:
One Thread Joined Another Until Its Sewn Into A Fashion Style
& Years Reached The Hour's Stroke That Heralded End of Trials
Each Separate Instant As It Happened - Produced History's Files
See - Its All Only A Matter of Time, All The While
There Is A Time For Every Matter & A Time For Every Thing
It's All Only A Matter of Time's Space, Track & Sync
So It's Only A Matter of Minutes In The Continuum of Time
'Til We'll Meet The Moment - All Is Divine
Whether Its A Hard Conclusion or An Easy Climb
Whether Infinity Is Curved or In A Strict, Straight Line
Whether We Fail To Find Our Own Finally Arrived Sign
Or The Start & A Stop & In The Middle That Binds
Its All Only In A Matter of Time ...
Whether That's To Catch Ocean Waves or A Winds Cadence
Or To Fly Thru Galaxies By The Speed of Light's Radiance
Time Is Ever Moving Forward & Spreading In The Distance
Time Has No Break & Man Can't Hold Time With Resistance
Time Is A Touchstone, That A Traveler Uses As A Chart
Minutes Are Modes of Transport, In Time's Non-Stop March
A Moment Is Only A Motion, of Emotional Import
Yet Whether Its Digital or Analog or Of A Sundial Sort
We Can Touch Time - From Our Own Back-Porch
Time of Itself Is An Interval ... & Time Is A Track
One Can't Rewind Actions & Time Won't Run Back
(Unless of Course GOD Himself Designates That Act)
But Time Is Organized & A Tamper-Proof-Fact
(Part 1 of 3)
Written & Copyrighted © : 9/9/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
{ “Awareness : He began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror.” -
Gabriel Garcia Marques }
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Poetic Mirrors
Who is Shams and who Rumi
is like asking who is fork and who knife when apart they sing not a single song
to nourish my blood with verse and love
I, mercurial reflect
Who is mirror and who reflection
Is that me ? I ask you
watching your slender bones
move in soiled leather boots
your wild slow eyes reflecting YES !
when a maiden across the room
gives a wicked laugh of NO !
I, mercurial translate
Who is this dissident beret alongside me ?
Is it me ahead on a future road .....
will someone stroke my back
give me ear, lip or cheek
urging my body to be young in
takkies and snazzy chamois jacket ?
I, mercurial question
Aah ! Poetic Mirrors !
writing reciting assessing
give respite from a million images of Self
as I circle an unveiled Flow of Fate
fully awake to naked
poet
I, mercurial observe
catalytic