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Premium Member The Life Dream

I dreamt I was in a church,
I was walking up to the candlelit altar.
There were clergy garbed in vestments,
whether they were Catholic or Episcopal,
I don't recall.
A mourning Mass was about to begin.
I approached an open small mahogany coffin,
an infant lost to abortion was lying in it,
instead of the bassinet it deserved to be
born into.

I placed my hand tenderly on the
lacy-robed babe.
Suddenly, the baby stirred and came to life,
gently cooing as many babies do.
The Life Dream,
sweet omnipresent Christ,
our prayers for unborn and born children.
Your infants of the ages,
of the earth's mother's receiving bosoms.
Our sorrows become our joys,
we saved through Your grace-
more of Your precious ones today. ~


Premium Member Halloween Bows At Feline's Meow

Halloween Meow
Pert black feline bosoms blossom
Stepping its paws nonchalantly
Along the length of the gauntly
Elder-oak; towards mocking owl.

With a sullen pout the sun goes down
Until the twilight hours of dawn.
Black lace caresses the lustrous,
Beguiling Harvest Moon's wondrous
Magical mystique. Leaves glitter
In a spell trance and dance in the
Moonlight whilst an occasional
Owl loudly sings in darkness plight.

The feline extends low and rigid,
Back and forth flicking tail as the
Night bows at the brooding shadows
Of witching hour; whilst its desires
Quench, lips lick forbidding entry
For the whiskered grey country mouse.

Quivering with fear falling, falling, falling, 
The moon slowly swallowed up by the sun.
Feline curls its tail around his legs ,
Up into a ball and falls asleep.


10/14/2021
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Tale of a Forgiving Challenge

*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.

Tale of a Forgiving Challenge

Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer 
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.

Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust failed thee but
'tis once a wee hour.

Shouldst thou beg 
the goddesses and 
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.

Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.

To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell 
in crystalline spring.

A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore, 
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.

Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone 
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.

Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of 
their gilded hearts. 

Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.

Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness 
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.

Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.

2019 September 23

Premium Member Tale of the Forgiving Betold

*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.

Tale of the Forgiving Betold

Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer 
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.

Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.

Shouldst thou beg 
the goddesses and 
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.

Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.

To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell 
in crystalline spring.

A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore, 
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.

Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone 
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.

Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of 
their gilded hearts. 

Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.

Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness 
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.

Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.

2022 August 23

Premium Member Persona

Persona

She lived her life’ wayward ways as she trusted the cover
all in one jagged place dangerously designed from mascara
made up dressed down frozen from illegitimate shadows

Did not foresee what stretched behind sagging veiled wails
mirrored complexed complexion walled from nowhere and
never a curtain to fall for applauding broken shards’ charts

Which could have lightened the drama yet expressed in grimace
upon mediocre moth bitten twisted scowled crushed decrescendo
onto silent speakers screaming inner hushed unexpressed tones

It was not to be and the rouge never paled into significance
while injected lips angled in motionless smiles dangled upon 
tucked skin where a necklace of beauty and honesty needed to 

Rest in peace and one unadulterated piece skin upon skin no 
strings attached attacked just discounted stones’ clarity twinkling 
in contrasts in rapid descent to lifted nipples un-nibbled alone 

Augmented onto booming bosoms of restless denial’s defence
when straight night called and no knight in weapon-less armour
arrived in her disguised and deflected thorny crowned heart

When straight-spoken honesty genuine serenity embarked onto
un-cherished appraisal and plain spoken truth the frank forthright
blinkered chinks stretched stagnation and coffined nails in vain

When the mask and the pennies had finally dropped the vizard
in tatters her persona exposed the fronted façade dismantled
withdrawn and stark naked she owned not a face other than none 

02nd September 2016
Form: Persona


Premium Member Dance of Lunar Festivals

rushes now the spill of feet
a lunar festival right nto moonlight
skirts flaring, hats flipping
as silhouettes swagger with desire
bosoms advancing retracting
against tunes from guitars and tambourine

slay this fiesta with quickening of heels
an extravaganza which shrieks
in the thrill of music
refined by the ecstasy reeled by
tiptoes midway...the exchanges
arm for arm as ladies and men
seal a choreography made only
to.last on this evening, lusty and divine!

???? ?+?3??'?? 
 take me to primitive times
when after bouquets and incense spray the air,
a dance unknowing rigid choreography
pulsates to  inner  throbs of  my body
soaking the nectar of soil beneath my feet,
then to dive among flickers of heat, to drape
a world circling far across stars without
glass nor walls... till all but percussion tempos
inhale the floats inside my lungs, my flesh.
Arms open all cages of birds winging
past trees, hips shedding butterfly threads
floating on sounds of  grass waves and
stone kneads ...

how wild, how tender
and unrestrained my child’s spirit.

Somewhere, Prapto whispers, “listen
to  heart’s movement; break your head”,
till my whole body connects  to the fragrance
of my inner breath, spicy and pungent...
like an odyssey of primitive spins
known only by  my soul willing
for a movement... the invisible cloth of dance.


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*Prapto is the proponent of free body movement,
a distinguished  guru from Java, Indonesia

*Inner body movement-dance connects me 
with nature, life , and self... this i enjoy!

In the Year 2012 Contest: Carol Brown
by nette onclaud

Impunity

In darkest of caverns it exists
down deep past the fertile loam
it comes
it comes
eruptions of fire
burning/yearning
bosoms blossoming
blood rush of red
banging a booming chest

it carries
more than consequence
caring where feel conquers lust
swinging from vines and chandelier
an infernal beast
howling underneath her moons
caught up amongst the goddamn tease

oh how does one please
distanced but intrigued
interrogated
sentenced to life/death of need
of greed

words whipped out
inching ever closer
with utter ease
dopamine dripping amid minds

electric slides
moments of wanton bliss
the lion, his pride
enticing inspiration
devoured
ripped out from the vespers
seducing all we beg, we find
© Ts Poetry  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Collateral Damage

Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I'm vexed not because of
Personal issues but because of the
Morbid, abstract canvas of life
I'm subjected to witness, where 
Groups of so-called righteous men
Drop indiscriminate bombs
On fellow humans ripping
Homes and families apart
Shedding the blood of the innocent
Then simply labeling it 
Collateral damage -
Collateral damage of War
Shelling babies... collateral
Damage of war!

Then pluck out thine eyes
With two bold fingers
For I cannot bear witness
To the dislodging of families
Fleeing wildly wherever
The cold wind blows
Crossing rough seas
None with the ability of
Jesus to walk on water
Nor faith to part it like Moses
Water ...swilling with red blood
And saline stinging tears
Mothers wailing bearing
The agony in suffering
Petrified twisted faces pressed
To their wet bosoms
Fathers gnashing teeth,
Raging, panting, feeling
Like a poltroon
Powerless. Gray skies depicts
No rainbow, no promise.

Strike me down
I refuse to bear witness
Beseeching before I meet my demise,
Obliterate borders, these
Man made borders
Us with our Jingoistic attitude
Jingoistic ... flag waving
Entitlement ...  displaying
Utmost xenophobia
The mantra mocking
Go home, go home, go
Home - face your fate
On your homeland soil
Drenched and soaked in blood.

I shiver terrifically in my skin
What if it was me ... you
In those weathered skin
Under the moon and stars
Branded a refugee, worthless
Vulnerable, famished, weak
Motivated by hope to
Overcome barriers and borders
And when pruned fleshed
Feet imprint the coarse sand
There's no child in hand
Swallowed up by the gluttonous sea

Let hell's bells drone on
When dastardly Superpowers drop
Nasty bombs on the innocent
Butchering, maiming ... moribund
Then labeling it collateral damage
Cajole me in the right frame of mind
For I will go stark raving mad.

© 2015 Denise Morgan
Form: Prose

Premium Member Hide yourself in the folds of dreams, amidst the stray bosoms of darkness

Hide yourself in the folds of dreams, amidst the stray bosoms of darkness,
Snow trickles down, over fields in their metaphorical slumber,
An endless prolongation of silence, a voiceless query,
Where do you linger, when your thought is but a shadow over the restless past?
The night interlaces its hands with the cool thread of silver, letting its veil fall,
On crests aimed at the sky, silent lunar eclipses break away and depart,
In their hidden dance, a choreography of shadows and dreams that heal the wounds of sap,
Are you in a dream? A fleeing thought, or merely a silver gesture?
Cutting off memories, remnants of black leaves, vanished in an unknowing hour,
All hopes could be wrecked, could bury the dream in mute darkness,
Should it break through, in a forgotten branch, green and quiet,
Who would dare to return, to seek out your dream, to carry your triumphant fruit?
In the fog of night, I would wander crests, finding the unknown stray,
Heralding a dream, arched in the memory's nook of a silent world,
I brought hope in a goblet of sun, resurrection intertwined with tomorrows,
Beloved vanished, into which thought have you been let to wander dissipated?
At the end of the dream, barely glimpsed are the edges of our desires,
Beneath the white mantle, moisture all around, the call of the search fades,
What sacred place to find now, a testament of your hidden dream,
Where to find the opening in prelude, in our symphony of innocence?
Where have you dissolved, love, into what endless dream do you bathe?
When night lays its heavy curtain over the senses of the tranquil earth,
Just a sign, a ripple, a breeze approaching in the diffuse light,
Tell me, lost love, into what forgotten realm have you sunk, leaving me without you?
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Sublime 1

Anchor apt art
Sweet sensuous start


Bright blessings brine
Lift limpid lines


Choice channels cheer
Niche naughty near


Dance deep delight
Stuff succinct sights


Enter each etch
Sign simple sketch


Feel frenzy flame
Brave better blame


Glimpse grapple gripe
Rich rapture ripe


Huge heavy hug
Big bosoms bug


Ignite ink ire
Flame fleeting fire


Jumpy joy juice
Face funny fuse


Keeper knows keep
Stretch straying sleep


Light lasting lines
Feel floating fine


Mind meeting more
Success soon spores




Leon Enriquez
14 September 2017
Singapore

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