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Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 2



Faith, on your birth day
If by the lord it's true to say 
Heaven’s blessings design your way
Grant you hearty request off delay
And make today's celebration bright

So alive in her new life's spirit
Like a wire with a perfect circuit
Open, close, stay calm aloud 
Drive for her, make mom proud

Blessings rain’d down from above 
Clear her mind of doubts; cheer her day with love
Set on her lips, plain smiles of light like dove
It's another anniversary of Thy belove
Thank the Lord of Grace and light

So alive in her new life's spirit
Like a wire with a perfect circuit
Open, close, stay calm aloud 
Drive for her, make mom proud

Let laughter not desist from her
As your love lives, aid the bound to occur
You are all, to which her whole lifestyles refer
Let no darkness set her against You and concur
kindly caress for greatness her desires

So alive in her new life's spirit
Like a wire with a perfect circuit
Open, close, stay calm aloud 
Drive for her, make mom proud

Let her seas calm as she sails along
Daring and cool with your protection lifelong
In all the world so beautiful with less wrong
Boost her faith of faiths to stay strong
Then her new own song never expires 

So alive in her new life's spirit
Like a wire with a perfect circuit
Open, close, stay calm aloud 
Drive for her, make mom proud

Life under control
Threat never comes whole
You're holding her soul 
No one dares unroll Thy roll
Who’s that to scare the girl?

So alive in her new life's spirit
Like a wire with a perfect circuit
Open, close, stay calm aloud 
Drive for her, make mom proud

Shooting rockets rightly from any wing 
Direct each straight to her goal, my King
Throwing shots at the back of the nets bring
Keepers' failure in attempts of string 
When the power in her kicks, You hurl

So alive in her new life's spirit
Like a wire with a perfect circuit
Open, close, stay calm aloud 
Drive for her, make mom proud

Swimming with sea turtles, friends swim
Beautiful music and places to brim
Dancing in colorful lights really dim
Get trips to start oft with sparkling whim

So alive in her new life's spirit
Like a wire with a perfect circuit
Open, close, stay calm aloud 
Drive for her, make mom proud

Faith, enjoy the Best of Good time!
Best wishes to the ageless prime!
Form: Rhyme


Igniting Love's Flame

Beyond cloister walls surrounding my heart,
   Lies the deep well of my immortal tears.
Shrouded by darkness while cloaked by love’s art,
   My crimson heart’s trapped in my body’s mere.
Chambers of tissue with dungeons so stark,
   Defeat the challenge on each tier.

        Rescue me, from loneliness’ grand sea,
        Come conquer my love and set my heart free,

I’m warming up from the shivering cold,
   Tangled up in my sheets of solitude.
You’re igniting my flame deep in my soul,
   The closer you get, my heart’s in the nude.
As shadows dance to flickering hot coals,
   Come liberate me from being so prude.

        You’re a goddess of knight fighting for me,
        A maiden of pride with fairness to thee.

Liberation is key, in love’s sole reign,
   As you swiftly battle to win my love.
The things we face are inflicting sharp pains,
   For those are the struggles we face because,
It’s worth fighting for the ones we belove,
   Nothing amounts to that happiness gained.

        It’s you who conquered love, stealing my heart,
        Unchained my captive soul for a new start.



Inspired by The Contest of New Terrains by Matt Caliri

Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 23



My imperfection
I have found your correction
A pure affection 
That kills featured objection
In Thy protection

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care

My deficiency
Meets mighty proficiency
And consistency 
That awakes my dormancy
Midst emergency 

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care

High agility
Yet needs His fertility 
My Ability
Needs His versatility
Cum nobility 

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care

I turn out a clown
Whose company isn't lockdown 
Even when letdown
I will be there for the crown 
Grand is my breakdown

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care

With my canal crime 
Supposed period of wartime
Covered by salty grime 
Daring Aging sole enzyme
Crushed in its prime 

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care

I have found Your love
The one as mild as a dove
Though, darkness dare shove
But, all are subdued thereof 
For me, His belove 

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care

I am of the light
Though, shake up by raging fright 
But grace won't alight
From my tight persuaded flight 
Rather boost my height

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care

Even when I go
His love is my amigo
Playing a bingo
Hands for Him I play bongo
Yet, never let go

He is everywhere
In my cheers, the best He fair
Found Him in nightmare  
When staged foes come unaware
My all cum true care
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Too Young

Married young with miles separating our love,                                              each time you left it was like a flying dove.                                                    You were my belove,                                                                                       I was your truelove.


Missing you all day and all night,                                                                      I wanted to take flight.                                                                                You were my loving knight,                                                                           for days you would be working out of sight.                                                 Each return you brought your loving light,                                                     you would always make things alright.
  


Date Written: 6/25/2020

4 Place    Sensuality Contest Judged:7/1/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
Form: Rhyme

The Heart's Car

Hearts resume,
Minds forgive, 
No mask;
Tasks unmask.
No entry;
Vigilant sentry.
This apple,
Turns purple;
The teacher:
My preacher,
So awesome, 
An anthem.

This tempting demand,
Succumb my command,
It comes around,
Anytime to astound,
My pleasing soul.
Doubts stylishly stole,
Any moment unannounce,
Spread to renounce,
Hunting feelings pouncing,
Only eyes bouncing...
The least information,
To my abnegation.

Spread out all love,
Whereas, no automatic belove.
Forget the best logic,
Work out on Tajik,
With you, am discerning,
The sake of learning,
We aren't that clever,
With duties darling endeavor.
We need to manage well,
Every damn staggering cell,
Get moods not jump,
Whenever we dare hump.

Some can't eat the moon,
But you have a spoon.
Some can not plait hair,
But your hands are fair.
Some can't make lyrics sing,
Your reinforcing words for tongue,
Make my weary stress flee,
And the clock's tit-tat glee.
Broken hearts in flowing circuits,
Mending the crevices-- our undercuts,
Though far beyond horizons away,
Heart minds not to overstay.

Pleasure is not of you pleasing,
Every inconvenience is our darling tactics.
Each room for problem is your grace,
Let nothing cease the hearty choice.
Form the best habit-- way shared,
Counsels the wise, situations are tempting; 
Counsel the Brilliants, wiseness is different.
Be real, sure, nothing last forever,
By training novice, you energize yourself.
See how far away, standing alone,
Less knowledge got your back, meanwhile
For all anyone lacks, keep pursuing...

Lest,
We
Must
Be
Of
Trust
To
Laugh
The
Best,
Believe
Me!


The Askance Chapter 5 Part 6e

And the metal fell from my hands for a need to find embrace
A desire to hold on to a once love I have given up to chase
Yet I stood rooted to my ground, fixated to the image before me
Daring not a move for what I did, if I can ever believe to be
And Ei-rian’s hand is reaching out towards me just than
Weak and almost pleading is her with life to a nearing end
Tears is already blurring my vision as I stumble towards her
Life of a beloved once thief remains beyond all to only fear
Holding her whitening hand, my life with hers has together left
The last of her words I hear to remain a memory is all I have}

“Dreams isn’t as always what reality will reveal
For my death to replace that of Alkaiya will prove true
My service to The Heavens is finally to come to its end
My love to you as well… draws a final as of when
You possess the Heaori Spirit now as Alkaiya once was
Only The Goddess Of Word can help you now to this cause
And you my beloved knight, has done what others could nay
You and only you, the Knight Of The Word has open the way
Leave me be, never look back to this moment, my belove
For a greater cause, for evil to cease is my death than be worth
Alkaiya… I leave to you now this man
A man who has taught me what Gods never can
Aidan… my belove, in Heavens I will no longer remain
Yet… shall my soul wanders, a thousand years for you I’m willing to await ever again”

{Within Alkaiya’s arms, with her hand in mine, she died
And into nothingness she vanishes, perhaps into dreams forever she shall hide
Silence is all that is left upon this emptiness that remains
How did life ever become to have lives left to only ever became?
All I have live for is as well for nothing to have lived
In existence to only see tragedy happening alongside with
The poison in Alkaiya, my newfound curse and Ei-rian’s death
Hope has only to diminish more each time, hope has all but left
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I Slowly But Swiftly Fell

I slowly fell deeply into a sensual daze
After the hours I kept his intense gaze.
Hoping what we have is not a phase,
As for what I am feeling, there is no phrase.

I swiftly fell the moment we kissed on his bed,
After the hours he waited, while I was in his head.
Wishing for his love, without a feeling of dread.
Wish came true, now no longer wish I was dead.

I am slowly falling into this newfound love
After I realized maybe he too was sent from above.
Hoping we can go further without push and shove,
So I patiently wait for days in which we belove.

I am grateful to have found him,
After he made love to me on a whim.
Wishing we are fish in the ocean meant to swim
Together beneath all waves even when dim.
Form: Quatrain

Gift Himself


I have asked for directions
I should have followed the star
Is all about creating impressions 
Saving love could have made lives mar

I couldn't present any gift
Yet, I acknowledge his love
I only give praises in shift
Despite, He keeps me a belove

Mary effortlessly risk her life
Which makes her subject of ridicule
Then many people roast her in laugh
Today all gives honor to her womb molecule

Joseph stood to the end 
If not, she wouldn't have survived
What more to count on friend 
After all, salvation wouldn't have arrived

His birth is wonderful
Owing to such environment
No one will deny it error full
What a well effective apportionment!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dance of angels and the dead in the cemetery

A peaceful cemetery, silent world, shiny existence, sweet death, restful dead
I love the feelings of cemeteries, everybody is friends, and I really love them
Living death, yes death is lives, lives here, everywhere, in my heart, never ends

I just walked and suddenly there was a blinding light around me and everywhere
Many hundreds of angels descended from heaven, how beautiful they were!!
And dead came out of the graves and crypts, all of them living, no death’s smell

A wonderful amazing ball began, the music was heavenly, the dancing dynamic
A beautiful woman came up to me, we introduced ourselves, she was Catherine
We danced and danced. Our dance was a whirlwind. My heart almost was killed

Catherine was so beautiful and wonderful lady. A charming and kind face, a smile
She had a beautiful slime body, and her dress was Victorian - a magnetic lady
Angels and dead just danced and danced. The atmosphere was magnificent

The ball slowly ended, the angels flew into the sky, silence returned, fear and end
The dead slowly returned to their crypts and tombs. Loneliness waved around
I must go back, Catherine said. No, you don't go!, I answered. Stay with me! I said

I must go, please understand me Vilmos. I am dead, and you are still alive. She said
You come with me to my home, I live in the next district, in Wembley. Please. I said
No. She said. Accompany to my grave. She asked me. I accompanied her home.

Hmm. Catherine Smith. 1841 -1891. My belove Catherine. She lived here. Hmm
She lay back in her coffin. I put the stone tomb cover back on. I cried. Goodbye
I will be back every week, and I’ll bring you flowers, oh beautiful, unforgettable soul.

Woman of the Wasteland I of III

As I wash these dishes. 
I wash the wishes 
from these tired and ruined hands. 

I look out into the street 
with a thousand yard stare
Eyes lost glazed bare…
I see my children playing 
in these dirty and broken streets 
in an iron wasteland. 

They know nothing of fields
oceans
flowers
or a brilliant sun.

They only know towers of glass, chrome, 
burning cars, n broken neon bars. 
As muddy dark clouds gather, 
ash drifts, trash litters here n there.

Dry thunder rumbles. 
Fragments of yesterday tumbles 
solemnly aloft in desolations winds. 

So with each cruel word.
With each hand across my face…
fuels my hate. 
With each blow each loathsome glance… 

I feel something drying, cracking falling…
Each lie from his lips drives devotion away.

I slice the dry Rye. 
Look out onto the street 
to see my little boys at play…

I need to leave these wasted lands. 
These wastelands of cold hard stares n cruel innuendos…
that hurt like fist across the back of the belove.

I cry each day.
I die a little along the way. 
I die each minute of the passing hour. 

Stones, drop into this broken heart. 
Each stone builds a wall of isolation. 
I drown in the well of bottomless desolation. 

As I look out in to desolations boulevard
I wash these cracked and dirty dishes and wash these wishes from these raw hands n watch my children run in play…

…this iron wasteland.

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