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As sure as the sun will rise each morn,
And the flowers of all hues will bloom,
So will love find you soon,
For there's no escaping love!
You may hide in the toil of the day
And cower behind the veil of the night,
You may try every which way you can
But love will surely find your way,
For there's no escaping love!
Sure as the stars shine in the heavens,
And the moon crowns the nightly sky,
So will love find you on the sly--
Bright eyes agleam in playful glance,
For there's no escaping love!
Sooner or later you'll be smitten,
Beseech or beg you'll be bitten,
And lo! fall head over heels
for a boor or one who heals,
For there's no escaping love!
So take love head on,
Learn her wanton ways,
Her teases and taunts;
Roll with the punches
any which way you can,
Duck and dodge,
There are no loose ends,
No leeway,
She's hard as a rock,
No, she's not soft clay,
Ah, Love! try as you may,
There's simply no escaping love!
For Justin Bordner "Love Justice" contest
It's often shamed and mocked
But quietly behind the veil, it's jocked
It can't be duplicated
But oh, too often it's imitated
One may venture to say it's exclusive
Yes, a super Blue Moon at night
The outside can be intrusive
So guard it with all your might
Rare! So rare is the salient vigor you possess
Deep inside, it lived before you took the first suckle
from your mother's breast
From within it begins and like the Great Mississippi, it
never ends
Flowing, rushing, moving, and going is the inner G that
continues even as it bends
But make sure not to be dammed by external forces
There are vampires, leeches, and witches in search of
virile sources
From the divine, you were gifted
Remember this when you're down so you can get lifted
Your inner G, you behold
Protect it and let your truth be told
Your inner G you must project
Walk in self-confidence and self-respect
This inner G is yours
Use it divinely and complete your earthly chores
In the mirror's silvered depths, I confront my stare,
A stranger, yet intimately known, with all my masked despair.
"Hey, you," I whisper, "how do you fare?
Can you hear me, amidst the din of life's cacophony, I dare?"
I plead for a moment's truce, a glimpse behind the veil,
To unravel the enigma, the labyrinthine tale.
"Is this who you aspire to be, or merely a masquerade?
A shadow of potential, or a life that's truly made?"
Do you still clasp the dreams that once burned like fire,
Or have they drowned in the quagmire of fear and desire?
What's the compass that guides you, through life's labyrinthine way?
Is it the whispers of the world, or a still, small voice that says, "Stay"?
Who are the kindred spirits, that people your inner circle's ring?
Do they lift you higher, or weigh you down with their suffering?
Who do you turn to, in the dark of night,
When the stars are hidden, and the shadows take flight?
Do you believe in the masterpiece, that you are, unfinished?
Do you know your worth, beyond the metrics of this world's din?
Or do you surrender to the voices, that whisper, "You're not enough"?
Do you love yourself, with all your flaws and scars, rough?
Oh, the questions swirl, like autumn leaves in the wind,
As I confront the stranger, in the mirror, where my answers tend.
But in the silence, a whisper responds, a spark within,
A voice that says, "You are loved, you are enough, begin.
Just mooning
and buffooning
Covertly stepping behind the veil
Dancing and prancing under the new moon
Burning candles and chanting, leaving no trail
Dark, unscrupulous wishes coming soon
Now, laughing and frolicking under the full moon
When you should be wishing upon a star
Daytime you appear as an angel but when night falls, you're a goon
My, what a selfish, controlling parasite you are
Like a fisherman at his favorite pond
You insidiously cast your rod of malevolence into the night
Reeling in an unwitting victim's essence just for kicks and fun
The poor soul didn't even know he was in a fight
But this is no fun and games
The stark thirst for manipulation and control can be tragic
The Universe is watching and recording faces and names
Karma is the return to sender of black magic
I saw her walking down the aisle,
Her red hair untamed and wild,
Like she managed to trap the last rays of the setting sun in her locks.
Her sovereign face almost too small,
To hold the infinite of her eyes.
A childlike wonder dancing behind the veil of her lashes.
Her mouth set in an indulgent smile,
For she knows patience is a road seldom taken.
Yet she chooses to take the route time and time again.
My hand finds refuge in hers,
Like a thirsty wanderer savouring the taste of the very last gulp,
Before giving into his impending doom.
She dons the white like an armour,
A silent resilience in the face of fate itself.
Unwaveringly loving to every wound her body has sustained.
The onyx crown glistens in the flickering candlelights,
Its sharp edges soft to touch for the few who dared coming close.
Her black Excalibur has caressed more souls than it has pierced hearts.
I tell her it's no wedding,
That her body lay cold and her eyes forever closed,
To the world that had so much to give and a lot more to take.
Her eyes tell me story of a different time from a different world,
Where she's a new bride birthing hopes and growing greys,
Anxiously waiting to make love with life between the sheets of sorrow.
And I know,
I know, for as long as I walk this earth,
She lives in me as much as I die with her.
lashes …
bat tender the twilight
like little lunar moths, I watch as
your lids flutter in the cornflower light
of a moon’s apology
for it hid behind the veil of a midnight storm
and our love danced in an ache
of black shadows and mist,
not its passionate purple paint that so
often seduces our plans …
now you sleep
meanderings moving your eyes forth-and-back
and moving my thoughts to
hope -
hope that you dream of us …
and tomorrows …
Luna’s soft wash is sliced by the
breeze-winking louvers
daubing you with shards of sapphire
and making your perfect dermal landscape
even more the inviting paradise
though I’d have thought that impossible,
even in a night’s magic …
oh my love -
I hesitate to disturb the fanciful story that
rolls your sleeping eyes
but the allurement of your warm and
wondrous flesh is far too
powerful an aphrodisiac for me to ignore,
your moon-splashed integument is
my impassioned playground -
the blank page I long to inscribe
and it begs for palpation
thus …
I shall kiss you gently to consciousness
my fingers writing sexy
glyphs upon the special places only
I know about -
my limbs entangling with yours
my eyes a-dance with moonglow
and my body afire …
I shall create a world far more
dreamy than the one you
delve in sleep
and far more romantic …
so …
awake, my love
wake now …
and dream.
In the fresca of her reckless dream
were halos, multi-colored
Cynosure is simply glowing
with glamour, never knowing
the dream, the wish, her fantasy
is fragile reverie
Is a place to fear, will waste her years
and where her whims have led
It will lead her on a lissome road
that's paved with gold, she'll see
but also cold, where she could freeze
with empty years to dread
A chatoyant moon up in the sky
appears to leave no warning
And words we know, like backs of hands
are not clear words she'll understand
Where fairytales, and charming men
ineffable and kind, deceive the human mind
Who can define
or hide the truth, that's underlined, mistook?
Mellifluous music. is all she hears
Adagios, to fill the ears,
contain her storybook
While watching her, our ingénue, demure and pale
She'll soon grow old behind the veil, panacea of tall dreams
She'll fade into the mythical, her fairyland of schemes
Sempiternal devotion, is not for everyone
For sometimes cruel emotion, will take the heart and run
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Inspired by Silent One's
Ten Word Challenge
Words Used:
Chatoyant:
Cynosure: .
Demure:
Glamour:
Ineffable:
Ingénue:
Lissome:
Mellifluous:
Panacea:
Sempiternal
Dreamed that you loved me again
I saw it in your eyes
Filled with love and happiness
The words we wrote despised
The tears were writ upon the clouds
Your heart was not the prize
The words we spoke can't be unsaid
Our love has been capsized
The birds sang out ,"its all for naught."
My love is not for sale
I prayed for you upon my knees
Was hid behind the veil
The hope I felt moved inside my dream
The picture had been taken
I wanted you to wait for me
Must have been mistaken
Woke to tears I see it clear
Gathered memories within my soul
Armies fought to cleanse the mess
Precious love was on the dole
The birds sang out ,"its all for naught."
My love is not for sale
I prayed for you upon my knees
You hid behind the veil
The birds sing with morning glory
Love carried in a pail
My prayer's were never heard those nights
My ship put out to sail
I visit when asleep at night
We're walking hand and hand
Hope those wicked birds sleep in
As we walk along the sand
Those birds are my alarm clock
As your vision slowly fades
Only see you as I dig the hole
It's best to use a spade
Line of Inquiry
“I wasn’t sure what it was he said but it meant a lot to me.”
When there was still daylight lingering,
And the wind was upon the leaves,
And every leaf trembled at its touch,
On my balcony, I lazily sat.
My mind strayed like a vagabond,
Through the strange terrains of dreams,
Never settling anywhere,
Hovering over myriad things.
I was on the fringe of another world,
Idly watching the shadows chasing the light,
And the autumn clouds scurrying past ,
In endless quest across the sky.
Feeling the breath of passing breeze
I wasn’t sure how long I sat there,
In my trance, did I hear a grating sound?
Yes, a shut window opened somewhere near.
It was in the house opposite to mine.
In dim light, I saw a masculine figure behind the veil
A panther crouching under the foliage of a forest!
On that golden dusk, his eyes gleamed,
Sending out piercing shafts.
His eyes had the shine of a thousand stars
And in an instant, they got locked in mine
I don’t know what made me take my violin.
As I moved my fingers on its strings,
From it, flowed a sweet song of love.
I saw him rising slowly from where he sat
And coming closer, he parted the curtain
And smiled at me a gentle seductive smile.
From his sealed lips, some words escaped
As if proclaiming aloud- ‘I love you’!
I didn’t hear what he said, yet it meant so much to me.
I fell into a swoon, knew a sweet sensation
Creeping into me, drowning me inch by inch
We were so close, only eyelids away
And how I wished to be meshed into him!
I knew that in the depths of my sentient heart,
He made his permanent residence!
For long I carried the memory,
Of his passionate glance, seductive smile and sweet words,
Thrown across to me from an open window,
On a mild windy night of song, silence and shadows.
Again and again, it awakened in me,
A wistful longing, I hardly could resist,
Until it became a picture frozen in time.
On that gathering dusk lit in golden glow
Did he rob me in secret and carry me unawares,
On the languid wings of his honeyed words?
Or when he broke open that window,
Did he break open my heart too,
And enter it unbidden?
Its still raining, my eyes still tired,
wet lawns with little puddles drowning our earth -
but despite the monochromatic skyline,
birds arrived with their morning song -
not afraid to get their wings wet.
Selfish sun has abandoned me,
so I ponder amongst the puddles and serenades,
is this an analogy for us to continue with our purpose,
despite the adversity life throws at us?
Are you even alive?
Is breathing confirmation of your conscience?
Do we even need a reason for existence...
Many probably do not care or do not realise,
but if life was a contest, where would you place?
Not everyone has been gifted or cursed with empathy.
Would compassion compete if it was a competition?
Are words enough to justify where we finish on the podium,
or is it understanding what lies behind the veil -
or failing to explain that it hinders how we choose our path.
So why do we hide behind words?
Why are you afraid?
We can wear a disguise behind metaphors,
but in reality our truth in never being revealed
eats at our heart, killing our desires -
a corrupt heart means a death to our purpose.
I guess the dilemma is:
Do we need a purpose
and what is the purpose of living without a purpose..
Guess I am lucky I found my purpose.
Not everyone can spread light, but I will continue to illuminate.
A selfless soul never worries about the pedestal.
In a selfish world where time is your nemesis,
you have a choice how you wish to place in your contest.
Simple Musing
9 December 2023