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Tie me up to your heart
With red silken chords so smooth
Bonds of softness to fit your mood
Close yourself to the noise outside
Here in love’s den with me abide
Forget all that’s gone before
I beg you to lock that door
Tie me up to your heart
Do to my heart just what you please
Torment it and then just tease
Let your large heart dominate
My small heart now subjugate
Let might and prowess be shown
And your fiercest love be known
Tie me up to your heart
Make love’s knots extremely tight
Make impossible my flight
Have me bound up to your will
Open to your every thrill
Be my master through the night
Take us clear to morning light
Tie me up to your heart
Let go of all your madness
Your brokenness and sadness
The past hurts that brought you shame
That broke you and made you tame
Sweet freedom is calling you
Now you know what you must do...
Tie me, yes, tie me up to your heart.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Oh lovely tree, you used to stand
upon a hill 'neath skies of blue.
Now you're cut down, bound up to land
somewhere indoors, your home anew.
We dress you up with balls and lights
adorn your branches, full and green.
Your colors sparkle through the nights;
outside, through windows, can be seen.
How loved you are on Christmas day...
the center of festivity.
Below your limbs, the presents lay
safeguarded 'neath your dignity.
And still, you stand through new year's show,
on guard until the season's done.
But one cold morn, to curb you go...
dried up and naked in the sun.
But now, these days, you might be spared;
your replicas, for years, can last,
are trimmed, then packed away, prepared
for next year's holiday, recast.
Sandra M. Haight
In the midst of whatever has you bound up and under attack
The presence of God can break every chain for the Lord has your back
Be it mental, physical or psychological chains that are holding you down
The presence of the Lord has the power to lift you up to higher ground
The liberating presence of the Lord God will deliver you and set you free
From whatever has you shackled and girded up like a Christmas turkey
Let me go, set me free, break every chain, free me from my situation
It's time for me to embrace the place of my transformation
Let me go, set me free, break every chain
Of whatever has me stricken, bent over and in pain
Let me go, release me, take away the shame
Let the Holy Spirit bring forth in me some change
It's not enough to just show up in church dressed to the nines
You need to participate in the worship and let God enter your mind
And don't play yourself by thinking the church is more than just a building
As it's the congregation who are the true source
In working, worshipping and witnessing for God
For He is the ultimate life force
Now let the power of worship in you transcend and transform
Let the power of praise in you redeem and reform
And it matters not what is your condition
Allow the Holy Spirit to reposition
And no longer will your condition rule
As you have been spiritually schooled
Now able to get past your circumstances and situations
By embracing the Resurrection power of God in your transformation
Let me go, let me go, free me from my misery
Break every chain Lord God, just set me free
No longer will I internalize or lament woe is me
For I've been transformed by the hand of God for the whole world to see
I gazed at the night sky above me watching the clouds rolling by, everything was quite around, and for the first time I had a glimpse of where destiny is bound.
There is something magnificent radiating from above, humming with the graceful heart of a dove; it is walking with boots on the ground with the eyes of eagles looking around.
I walked along the town hall with a message that is so tall listening to the musical sound, and the culture running up and down the town.
The traffic was moving in particular rhythm and the solitude of man bound up with a grin, for the first time I could see the consciousness of mankind searching for a new meaning above the highest ceiling.
I was prepared for this task that would lift the heavens out of the dark and so I embarked on another mission to the moon.
We have been working in the woods for many years, wrestling with the wind and building models to stay alive while we try to fulfill this bountiful sacrifice, our hearts are with us and the heavens is above we glide through the trees and settle with the breeze
life began to take on new meaning oh what a wonderful feeling. Wisdom propels us along and we starts to sing a New song. The timing is right so we decide to roll the dice.
A whole new world has lit up in front of me and the universe is embracing me, two hearts meet under the tree bound together in the highest degree.
We climb the heighest mountain together listening to the howling wind and the message that is embedded within. The testament of truth is wrapped up in a message spanning from our youth, two different ages, two different grades but the passion that merges our soul will never be broken when we grow old.
The cord of love ties us together and the call to duty assembles us, the mind with its multitude of thoughts rises from a pinnacle, looking for a solitude that is floating in midair.
It is strong and deep and it never dies; it draws fresh water from the ocean and fills the heart with a great devotion and somewhere between those trees you will find solitude with the wind.
REVOLUTION OF THE MIND
visionary
&surprising
a phenomena
transitioned
to the threshold
in remnants
of atmosphere
glimpsed
simultaneously
within
reach
unfettered
unconscious
a concept
deranged
yet bound up
& peripheral
doubt
coexists
devoted
chaste
yet unleashed
induced
to disturb
&reproduce
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
There was a bated hush over the arena
people watched the warriors fight the lion
it was a battle royal, much needed was stamina
they could not complete their task without it
Fearful of his power and strength
they fought mightily to overcome him
knowing if he got loose he would attack
ripping them from limb to bloody limb
The crowd gasped in hot excitement
secretly they wanted the lion to break free
they were there for blood, the more the better
just so long as it was not their own
The fight carried on some men mauled
as the lion tugged them close
bleeding they were carried off
more warriors took their place
Cheers go up as the mighty lion is overpowered
legs bound up he roars in frustration
the warriors stand round jeering
one grasps his spear and strikes deep
The lion gives a final defiant roar
as he lies blood pouring out
he starts to shake with shock
as his heart pumps to a stop
The smell of battle sweat and blood
hang heavily in the air intoxicating
the cheers fade to a silent respect
the honor that is paid to a worthy foe
written 12/01/2013
contest Ancient Egypt
A canvas washed with pastel hues
In palest pinks and liquid blues
Perfection seen through Monet’s eyes
Recounting where his genius lies
The lilies floating on the lake
The water, greenish blue opaque
A fluid mix of subtle tints
A flowing dream with fragile glints
This work of art from sable brush
Perception, depth, a hazy blush
This masterpiece both cool and warm
All bound up in poetic form
To gaze in awe, to stand and stare
To find oneself transported there
The tranquil view, unbroken, whole
Will heal the heart, rebuild the soul
The peace, the calm, the beauty rare
The artist’s gift for all to share
Margaret Foster- 21st September 2011
Saddens when strength fritters, muscles run to flab with age;
a once smooth surface wrinkles bold etchings of joy and sorrows
while rough landscape seizes the trophy, buries beauty beneath
creases and squinting eyes and drooping girth and jarring joints.
Look at a mirror—you're yet you at heart though reflection feigns.
Beauty is forever, not strength, not health. Life has a bell-shaped
trajectory—a sure-fire sine curve, though the sonic boom pales
at prime. Blurred vision fails to see the diminishing present
or the long haul ahead; ought to, and so cuddle the rhythm,
bound up to breast the finish line. Else gamble at summer's crest;
winter in the trough with a wobble. What an old age with sighs
and stings, peace paling with aching joints and flabby muscles!
Robbed of youthful verve, a pain prick twitches the nerves.
What a youth spent as if now's forever! We all need a brace ahead
of when the frail frame fails at nine or ninety... or in between!
The wise may think otherwise. Maybe!! The pudding has proof.
All I know: Old age is divine!
© Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
4 February, 2019
Northern Hemisphere bound, up past the equator
Sun rising, blue skies and temperatures getting greater
Away from the stalemate of winter tide
Springing and scampering forth untied
Fresh exuberance in the air
Beautiful bodies moving everywhere
Blues and Reds just a flappin' and a chirpin'
Children laughing, playing, and slirpin'
Verdures greening with life
Man relinquishing all artificial strife
Beautiful butterflies, black and yellow
Sipping on lemonade and feeling quite mellow
Ahhhhhhh!
Chipmunks and squirrels sprightly moving in search of food
Energy, so much energy got me in a salubrious mood
I’m locked inside a place so very small
I do not fit inside it physically.
And yet it somehow is consuming me.
At times, I feel I can’t break loose at all!
My arms and legs were not bound up by rope.
I’m not behind some door with heavy chain.
In fact, I am not forced here to remain.
So why do I stay trapped like some big dope?
And can you guess what has a hold of me
and steals my precious evenings hour by hour?
Whatever could it be that wields such power
to rob me of the time with my TV!!!!
A little progress I’ve begun to make
as less and less I’m trapped here recently!
I’m taking baby steps. It’s up to me
to free myself. Poor habits I must break!
I must stop being such a nincompoop!
set limits on myself; take better care
of me; get sleep, and not just sit and stare
at this small box that drowns me in the Soup!
(note: this is not a slam against Soup, but rather
just my frustration at myself for devoting so much of
my time to it; I honestly love every minute I am here!)
For Dane Ann's Contest:
"Being Trapped and Breaking Loose"