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Of all the absurdities in this our current
tumultuous mixed up times
So many of which it would take
a lifetime to mention but a few
Given that right here on this very
planet we are resident on today
There are at any given point a billion
plus living human beings in over 100
plus countries who speak a variety of
differing dialects
We choose to give our phone's with
automated prosthetic voice recognition
A human earthly name
So as to somehow humaniize them
As they boldly proclaim to be our
1 and only true friend we can take
solace in
A slippery slope highlighting a desperate
sign of our time's
Life or what it means to be human is
creeping ever so slowly into uncharted
territory
Of becoming as soulless as a computer
which break's down and makes such
emotive decisions
Into the simplest of gate algorithm
equations as
0 or 1 respectfully
Oh and bye the way before I go did I
forget to mention my phone that I am
writing this poem on I also gave and
has a name
It's erstwhile affectionately called
No-Ship-Sherlock and Watson is
the name of my 1 and only true friend
partner in crime
I know I can rely and count upon on so
long as it is fully charged I can pay the
bill and the internet doesn't crash
Otherwise I will be forced into having
long and searching internal dialogues
with I yours truly
Until hopefully Sherlock and Watson
crack this case sooner rather than later
.
Affectionately
the warmth was
pressed 'gainst mine flesh
This heart of mine
tottered
for
it was flesh 'gainst flesh
Not one betrothed to I
yet one of yore
Yes the one who had this man
in one glint panic
causing the flush in mine face
sweat in mine palms
causing mine
miraculous psalms
This one kissed mine lips
this last sunrise
Yes, this same one had I
like a soft heart'd man
melting
wanting not
her soft wave
goodbye
Before knowing, he was turned into an invisible man
standing in the middle of a busy street.
Unmistakably, though his image reflected on the glass of the show
window no passersby noticed his presence or recognized him;
not even endowed him with the acknowledgement of his being.
All kinds of gestures he made to attract passersby did not work,
those heartless men come and go completely ignoring him.
He pleaded from his troubled mind,
he beckoned to them affectionately,
but no one stopped or turned their face to appreciate his being.
One day, he left the city full of disgusting men for the country
to soothe his weary heart and to enjoy the field’s and garden’s
natural beauty.
He was not an invisible man there, the curious minded children
surrounded this stranger and followed. He smiled and waved to
the children for joy, but they, instead of welcoming him,
picked up stones and threw them at him for fun.
He exclaimed for them to quit their mischievous behavior
immediately. And as he cried, their parents came crowding
and scolded him for blaming their children. They attacked him,
then picked up stones bigger than the children’s and threw them
at him.
When his forehead ripped his heart torn to pieces, and when his
back snapped in two his wound opened to bleed. The heartless stones,
nonetheless, kept flying at him.
He cried to god for help
because he could not take this cruel treatment any longer,
but god did not respond to his cry just like the apathetic men
who came and went ignoring him. He was the invisible man who
was even rejected by god who is supposed to be accepting every soul
and, to take everyone’s stretched hands to comfort them;
he was the man who is condemned to the limit, hence anyone may
kill him if they so desire but his body is not qualified for a sacrificial
object to god; he was visible but not visible to everyone’s eyes,
he was the man who thought he existed, yet never has existed.
Feasting on my splendor ravishing to your eyes
Greet me seductively, watch me bathe in sunrise,
Breathing me in, devouring scent of intimacy,
Caressing my breeze teasing you affectionately
Cuddling love’s essence in elysium of my affinity
Holding me in your trance of her magical allure
Enamoring doting senses of passions I conjure
Feeling her tender beats in fragility of my heart
Indulging softly in her fascination for romance
Tempting me longingly in glamor of her glance
As purple cheeks blush, titillating my ruby visage
Fantasizing silken lips inflaming euphoric kiss,
But, dare not pluck me young man, till I’m willing
Undressing sensuously, revealing inner beauty,
Unveiling my core, arousing petals of yearning~
Only then I will be ready, worthy of your promise,
When you present me to her, she’ll be beaming
For I am the rose of her dreams, elixir of ecstasy.
September 25, 2021
Placed 1st: “P” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Playful
I can still recall the look upon His face
Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place
The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed
We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets
On our secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries
Greeted by the aromatic smell of freshly brewed roast coffee beans
Strolling along the pigeon-filled piazza San Marco
We wandered hand in hand,in the serenissima ancient floating land
Street musicians played their flutes.as We sat on a roof-top wooden terrace
We glanced at merchants sell hand-blown murano glass
by the picturesque Doge's palace
We ate a snack , then walked away towards the old opera house
which now has risen from its ashes.
We sauntered forward through little alleys
from where He bought me ,a gold painted venetian mask
To my surprise ,He had another gift,a wrapped up scarlet sheer laced basque
I peered at him through my dark lashes,He raised his left brow and flashed a smile
Expressed his charm in playful ways,in a flirtatious endearing style.
Boarded at last on a black gondola,cruised the lagoon and the canals
A few light kisses,a few soft brushes,waiting the bell's toll whilst in his arms
There we lay in waiting beneath the bridge of sighs
We sealed our kiss and promised lips,to the harmonic sound of chimes
He leaned on me,I welcomed Him,our spirits been entwined
Above,the sky has changed its colour,I watched the sun set in his eyes
All I am,I gave to him,my enduring heart- His sacred shrine
All that He is He gave to me in once upon a time
Not for the contest,but thanks for the 'Lovemaking in an ancient place contest,inspiration'.
This post is inspired by Ancient Venice and the tale of 'The Bridge Of Sighs'
The tale goes-If you kiss your loved one with the bell's toll of St,Mark's Basilica,
at sunset,beneath the bridge of sighs,the couple seals their love forever.
There is another tale to it,a sad one,but preferred to share the happy one : )
Once upon a time
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day
He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was perfect from his head
To the bottom of his feet
He was born a Prince
So they wanted a regal name
The Queen called on her subjects
“Please come join in our games.”
“The winner will choose
our young Prince’s name.
To be spoken throughout the land
to bring the Prince fame.”
They brought their lances
Their armour and swords
In their search for Glory
and to win big awards
But the greatest prize
to select the Baby’s name
The winner so honoured
would gain great acclaim
They fought upon horses
In matches on the street
All manners of combat
Many foes to defeat
At the end of the week
One winner was proclaimed
The public all cheered him
For the Prince would be named
The winner was a man
Who, had not a name
He’d lived all his life
carrying that shame
So he thought for many hours
What name might be best
He searched all manner of books
So the Prince would be blessed
Alexander or Richard
Maybe Demetrius or Hobbs
Perhaps Matthew or Vincent
Or something simple like Bob
After hours of research
His choice was revealed
Written on a Silver Scroll
The name was unsealed
Queen Harleen was ecstatic
Dressed in a gown of gold
The Baby Prince in her arms
She did affectionately hold
King Matthew took the Prince
Introduced him to the crowd
“His name is Benjamin
Of him we’re all proud.”
Dedicated to our son Matthew, our daughter in-law Harleen and of course the star of the Tall Tale, our new Grandson Benjamin.
My sanctuary, my world...I've found in...
YOU, my dearest. You alone hold the...
Skeleton key to this heart of mine
And you leave me perpetually breathless
Never let me go when you hold me tight
Cradle me; wrap me in your silken embrace
Take me by the hand, and seek shelter...
Under my umbrella of comfort. I'll love...
And cherish you, and be your sanctuary, too
Rest safely in my enveloping arms
Yours affectionately, Edward.
Submitted for...
Strand No 660,Any Theme, Any Form Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/29/2020
Date written: 08/08/2019
It’s funny how each generation thinks their music is the best
that the songs of their youth are the best songs…
and how each generation knows that they are right…
and every other generations out there must be wrong…
For instance my generation listened to the Beatles, the Jackson 5…
we felt like dancing…we came alive.
We listened to James Taylor and Stevie Wonder too.
Karen Carpenter…what a voice…Simon and Garfunkel was a choice,
we listened to Three Dog Night and a band called the Guess Who.
There was Norman Greenbaum, the Temptations…the tunes of our young generation
with the music playing our heartbeats all increased.
We could have been a little smarter…we did listened to Patches by Clarence Carter
okay, we were eclectic to say the least.
Neil Diamond kept us grooving…The Supremes kept us moving
We listened to 8 track tapes inside our cars.
We sang along with the Kinks and Four Tops…we danced without shoes at sock hops
Credence Clearwater Revival we affectionately called CCR.
In sharing this music with each other…we became our sisters and our brothers.
We liked the way the music moved…we liked its rhyme.
Why…is difficult to say…but music had a way
of linking us all together over time.
And though it’s hard now to behold…how we and our music have grown old
separated by time and often distance
I’m sure my generation would agree…even those who sang off-key
those songs were vital to the heart of our existence.
Which is why we not only have a knack…but we love looking back…
and listening to those wonderful old songs…
I imagine that’s why whenever we hear…a song from our past…we cheer
and why we pump up the volume…and sing along.
So my case…I must now rest…it’s plain the music from my generation is the best…
and why the songs from our youth are the best songs…
And though you might have the temptation…to think the same about your generation..
I’m sorry to say…you would be wrong.
I feel it in your heart and in my own,
and its spirit is a joy to the world -
far you have come and I will it beknown
that you are the love and light of my soul.
Never lose faith or wickedness requite
or by doing become all you begrudge -
always in the tumult of wrong do right
and let the haughty over this world judge.
If one truth is mine to tell let it be
that no father ever loved his son more -
thus do I with the fondest frequency
affectionately hold and gaze in awe.
Behold! I see a lamb with a lion’s heart,
I see my whole and you its greatest part.
Written: March 2008
April 11 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Kings 1-3
Key Verse – 1KingsSamuel 1:29 And the king sware, and said, As the LORD liveth, that hath redeemed my soul out of all distress.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO REDEEMS
OUR SOULS OUT OF DISTRESS
Praise be to God for redeeming our souls out of all distress by His:
Mercy and His grace
Might midst His greatness
Miracles along His goodness
Magnificence marked by His glory
Marvelousness with His governance
1Kings 2:3 Praise be to the Lord Who
commands us to keep His charge:
Alertly fulfilling His will
Always walking in His ways
Absolutely abiding in His Word
Assertively declaring His worthiness
Affectionately praising Him in worship
1Kings 3:10 Praise be to the Saviour for
teaching us to please Him with our:
Speech declaring our faith
Service of dedicated fervency
Sacrifice displaying divine freedom
Stewardship midst determined faithfulness
Steadfastness in soulwinning despite fierce foes. Amen!
April 11, 2024