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Answerable to only you
Breathing the air of our love
Connected by invisible thread.
Sometime in the days long past, a Prince began his quest, to win the lady, his one true
love, but first to pass the test.
The king demanded of all who sought, the hand of the princess to wed, that they bring to
him the only knife that could cut through invisible thread.
The prince unsure of where to start, but the challenge he still took, on horseback rode
into the woods, for the knife he had to look.
Several days he wandered, over hill and by running streams, he fell asleep beneath a tree,
and of the princess he began to dream.
Out of the dark there came a witch, she spied the sleeping prince, she'd seen a prince
sometime ago, but not for a long while since.
"Awaken prince and tell me, why you sleep here by this tree? is it a quest your embarking,
hurry prince, answer me"
The Prince awokened with a fright, answering the witch who filled him with dread, "Tis a
knife I seek, not just any knife, this one cuts through invisible thread"
"For what purpose do you seek this knife, the one of which you speak?", the prince
answered eyes so full of love, "to wed the princess, is why i seek"
The witch understood his heart felt quest, the quest many had tried before, "I'll give
you the knife if you answer me this, what is it of her you adore?"
He did not need time to think, the words he always knew, "Answerable to only you,
Breathing the air of our love, Connected by invisible thread, it has only ever been her"
The witch heard the words he spoke, she knew them to be true, and in a voice much softer
replied "and my prince was always you".
She cast off the cloak, her disquise, the princess stood before him clear as day, take me
to the King she said, your quest is won today"
Nothing cuts quite like words, including invisible thread, once at the castle before the
King, the two were quickly wed.
The prince read aloud his wedding Vows, in words so crystal clear, of his intentions he
made sure, his princess now would hear...,
'Many seek the ultimate prize
Few understand the worth of the gold
To have and to hold'.
Form:
Use humor to attain your goal? Your jokes cannot save your soul! You say my words are only
lies? They are the truth! They are your demise! I see it now! It's all so clear! Your deaths are
waiting oh so near! A place for me, waits above! But to you, He'll show no love! Denial is all
that you know! You Humans are so ever slow! Hoping is just not enough! In this world of sin,
this world so rough! Your agony is all that's left! After you took His world! The greatest theft!
Let me give you some instruction, to teach you how to properly function. Do you think your
mind is morbid and malice? Do you think your words are cold and calice? Well I wait for death
but to no avail, in other words your God must fail! Or maybe he's just afraid of the creations
that he so-called made? He lived in fear of this day, the day we take it all away. The world
is ours he has no power, oh and seriously guy take a shower! I may be a thief, but I'll never
be restrained, and my goal, has already been attained.
How dare you speak in such a tone! Punishment, severe, for you alone! Denying that His
power's great! You fool, redemption is too late! Nine Circles wait for your own kind! A tenth
will be made,You'll be left behind! A pain that mortals cannot speak! Who now, is afraid? Who
now is so weak? I feel no sorrow for your pain! You've brought this, fool, you've brought your
shame...
Just concede to defeat for the task is complete, you cannot compete with one so elite. And
your deceit is a cheat you can only repeat. While my feats are unique and are always a
treat. I shall not repent for the hate that I vent, I will always rebel against Satan and Hell.
You hide behind an ill-mannered illusion, but I'll set you free from your dreadful delusion, so
let me start this demonic extrusion so that this can come to the final conclusion. Soul be
cleansed! Demon be gone! Leave this body so your soul can move on. You see, I'm a monk,
and you're just a punk, who got possessed, but now you may rest. Oh yeah one more thing
before you lose hope, you've been possessed quite awhile so here take some soap.
My altered sensorium goes berserk
when I hear four - letter words like nuke and kill,
love and hate, repeatedly.
The decrepit age full of abused prisms
deflects the sunrays for warlords.
Here I am ripened in pain of a withering syndrome,
collecting the live mushrooms
from rainwashed wastelands.
The primrose way of life did not agree.
To become untrue to the whiff and waft of summer dunes
was difficult and I remained entombed in scented air.
Phantasy was a beautiful garden for me.
Was it a desiccated, mental frame,
matured, but manic isolation from an aligned life ?
or walking alone in a desert of hidden paths ?
But I was my own tailor.
I presume,
evil must be alive in erotica,
the myth of erected columns in history to celebrate a victory.
My brow sweats when I start climbing the steps.
An identity crashed in mud
I felt a sense of depression, flickering off and on,
dying several times amidst the jasmines and bougainvillaeas.
Hiding in fog, a serial killer has been
nominated a blind judge.
Fainting and waking up with hallucinations,
sick in limbs, my journey starts
for violent similes, mindless but full of stops.
My words were not mine. The symbols ruled the day.
The past will always morph into future
but my present will be here
in my flights, weary but strong in veins,
My sun may be eclipsed for today
but the bright century moves on !
SATISH VERMA
Knocking out poems 10 minutes a time,
not one for traditional metre or rhyme,
my words are not for imagination capture, of sublime nature,
it’s to bring realisation to real issues, our necks on the line,
not many realise the truth, all they see is a monetary sign,
the thought police in action, your conscious, here’s your fine,
a world based on illusion, this is the bottom line,
a lot of people woke up in the year 2010 minus 9,
9/11 was the birth and death of a body of truth buried with lime,
Feel these words ring within your soul and with the truth you chime,
Events happening thick and fast, xenophobic elite, cold blooded caste,
You picked a good fight, trying like each divine breath is my last.
A fight I chose to accept not as a test,
but to polarise, to know with emotion what’s best,
for only with the truth can you truly be blessed,
everything evil within, to myself i’ve already confessed,
i’m all soul baby, i’m all soul baby,
and to this I dare any shadow of myself to contest,
no ill intent meant, my vexin is laid to rest,
happiness and ‘their’ weakness lays in the family nest,
solid bonds striking fear into ‘their’ dark dark chest,
illusion’s shattering, an end to the luciferian fest,
do your own research, put my words to the test.
The only problem is, as an illusion,
does any of this really even exist?
Form:
O' wise man are thee, as wisdom ripens in thy heart and mind
You are a man of God, my pastor for it was but by the will of God that your words have reached my ears
As I slowly transform my beliefs and wash my eyes so that they can see in Jesus what they could not before
I fall deep in mystwry to fully understand God, for God is perfect love
As God spoke the light onto the world, have you spoken thy faith in me
I believe, and I accept and trust in the gift for us all
I desire to eternal life, to stand next to my lord Christ Jesus for he paid my price too
Please accept these humble words of spoken gratitude and smile for you are a fisher of men
An outstanding ministry is yours, to capture the will of so many
At this point not but number but by heart truly you have a vast number
Lead us your sheep
The Lord chose you to guide his church, and I ssee why
You are a man of character, compassion and understanding
A man of faith, a man with a heart that palpitates in Gods hands
Where do I see myself a few years from now? Serving my God
For my God is love and all mighty powerful
Form:
With the challenge of writing a poem in the now
I reach for my pen, a lightning quick draw
Gun slinging the page with a six shooter of words
Letters ricocheting off of the page, escaping the poems claw
Defeating all who dare to challenge my ink shooter
Walking tall in Poetry soup's Wild West
Poets work, slinging words left and right
We enter contest, to conquer and be the best
Today I'll spur the paper with cowboy up
Put my words down with the quickness
Winning the buckle of Glory
Riding this bull named "dirty business"
I'm riding off into the sunset another notch in my belt
The legend of the "Word Slinger" has begun
Conquering all from the east to the west
Riding in glory, clearing the dust second to none
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Inspired by Matt caliri contest - Write now-
took me 30 minutes to write and type 8-19-09 had lots of fun!!!!!!!!!!
purely fictional :-)
Robert Hinshaw, what you do is great,
i say because, its comedy in poetry,
we could use a few more like you,
to tickle us until we spew,
keep em coming on true blue,
till you sidestep out the gate.
THE POETS BLOODY FATE, MATE.
Yes Bob it's enjoyable,
tossing lines back n forth,
stirrin the possum one more time,
till he don't know south from north,
words do flow tween toe n toe,
never to be rich, but mates abound,
all around, jabbering onward forth!
good on ya Bob
ya aint no snob,
to know a Galah like me,
great words you talk,
I'll squeak n squalk,
till this bird is flappin free:)
Don
to bring a smile to a few dials, in the nasty world we have,
do whatever you do with style, if not call 4 a cab hehehe,
great hobby mate ...no debate ...but feedback brings it on ..
the words do flow ...sandgoanna goes ....but Johnson lingers on
on ya Bob
Don
I'm a sea captain!
Don't need a microphone !
I watched you take a back spin
With the skills I've honed
You pre picked your pansy pearl
Thought I didn't know it?
You presented your gargantuan
giggly girl
But didn't expect the Floating Poet
To the fart scoundrel of snoot port
Who saw the need was dire
Had the art counsel of Beaufort
Promise 2nd and 3rd to out of town
liars
(along with money and nice hotel
rooms)
It was a nice thing you did for her
The unethical proposition
She was the winner the judges
concur
But it was a liars competition
these are the last words you'll hear
From me there's no protest
But I'd like to see appear
An honest liars contest
Since it had nothing to do with luck
Let these words forever harass
cause I think you all suck
and you can take this cheap kazoo
you gave me and shove it up
your................