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The Seven Deadly Sins
Seven deadly sins:
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Envy,
Gluttony and Sloth.
No altruism found here;
One-way street to selfishness.
Pride, Greed...self-centered.
All goals directed inward
To please only one...
Taker-Greed grabs, swindles all;
Boaster-Pride...smug, but lonely.
Lust and Gluttony;
Human over-indulgence
Of diverse cravings.
Lust for flesh...Gluttony, food.
Both are selfish abusers.
Anger and Envy
Sad sins of self-indulgence;
They feed each other.
Envy hates...wants what it sees;
Anger hates...wants its own way.
Sloth..non-creator
lives to just breathe, eat, sleep, be.
Only take, no give.
No motion and no action.
To be; means only to be.
Seven deadly sins:
Pride, Greed, Lust, Anger, Envy,
Gluttony and Sloth.
No altruism found here;
One-way street to selfishness.
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Contest: The Deadly Seven
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 02/07/2016
RARELY IN TIME
DO WE SEE WHAT BEHOLDS
I saw her standing there, sobbing uncontrollably
in heaving spasms...her nose crimson-raw,
her whole being convulsing against the
savage memory....replayed with every beat of her heart
...and nothing I could say or do
GLIMPSES OF SPACE
DEFILED, YET BOLD
I try to become part of the place with others,
but...they don't see me I'm there,
I'm not there I'm in a different place
.....they don't know me,
I'm allowed in, but
....not welcomed
they want me to keep following the path,
I'm not ready....
BRIEFLY WE FIGHT
SURE OF OUR STAND
o precious rest
o merciful sleep
pray lift my soul
and free my dreams
LINGERING IN DEATH
FAILING TO LAND
Meditator meditating in thought rested stillness
Identity yet is and with it carries beliefs and concepts
So sounds, images, light or subtle vibrations may manifest
In the background there is our soft breathing and bliss humming
Identity is yet the subject and myriad sensations the objects
Then everything simply drops away and there is no-thing
What is, is awareness self-aware, self-luminiscent
Innate aliveness of Self without any attribute
Being self-aware, awareness as such is complete
There is no going or coming or doing to be done
Choicelessly choosing to reactivate mind-body
Pristine awareness self-aware pervades form
Present simultaneously both here and 'there'
Fully functional from fulcrum of detachment
As nonchalant peacefulness so witnessing
Let’s look at this quote from Ashtavakra Gita verse 20.3
“Where is Knowledge and ignorance?
Where is “I”?
Where is “this”?
Where is “mine”?
Where is bondage and liberation?
Self has no attributes”
21-February-2023
Love
I see it piled sky high on the supermarket shelves
Perfect pink packaging containing calorific chocolates and cute cuddly toys,
seductive scents or sexy silk underwear
Slushy Valentine’s cards with ridiculous romantic rhymes
Stick on a cardboard heart and it's not just the vendor who is smiling!
A sea of red roses that stretches as far as the eye can see
Notice how the prices inflate higher than a helium 'I Love You' balloon
Yet on 15th February everything will be half price
Is this the price of true love or am I just a cynic?
Valentine Shmalentine Contest
Sponsored by Nicola Byrne
01~20~17
(From Lestat, my vampire chronicles poems)
Silently the night again by me creeps in...
Evoking all these confusing feelings I need to conceal
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom, all of sudden begin
To change me into this hideous creature I cannot din
This thirst for new blood is in me now reveal
Silently the night by me creeps in...
I live on human blood and that's my curse, my sin
Lurking in the shadows to get my next meal
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom all of sudden begin
All my life dreams had just fade in...
Now I'd become this monster I come to repeal
Silently the night again by me creeps in...
Going for a kill every night again and again
Knowing things all the time I cannot reveal
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom of sudden begin...
I,Louis,doing what I have to, to survive in
My life had been sealed with things I have to conceal
Silently the night again by me creeps in...
Thoughts and dreams filled of doom all of sudden begin...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright2005
November,30,2014
YOU AND ONLY YOU
Strewn pebbles after a tide ballet for a pause
So am I when still you are not by my side
but God is good that even those pebbles
when slowly gathered-- spell a good use...
Pieces of me I consider blues and black
Gladly, you constellate: creating a mosaic
no longer you settled as a friend that consoles
but you built something even rusts can't corrode
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Vous et nul autre,
Vous et nul autre,
You and only you...
From smile of sunrise to weeping break of night
my love, you and only you I long to have and hold
I want our eyes spark then lock on same shine
I want your arms' warmth wrap around mine
Vous et nul autre,
Vous et nul autre,
You and only you...
Sensing strongly tonic trembles 'neath my fingertips
I wonder what God was thinking when He created you
for meeting you plays a life spring in crown of trees.
To commitments said with kisses drawing life's game,
Vous et nul autre,
Vous et nul autre,
You and only you...
You and only you, I want to walk with forevermore.
To your eyes, your nose and then to your lips,
each kiss a speech of my love and thanks for thee,
my Darling this I promise to do through eternity.
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***vous et nul autre (French) - You and nobody else
but I reword it to --- You and only you.
***"I wonder what God was thinking when He created you"
is a line from the song WHEN GOD MADE YOU
by Natalie Grant and NEW SONG***
Music to my ears poetry contest - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name - Silent One
Olive ELoisa Guillermo
9:58 pm, July 31, 2015
Everybody's bashing Putin week!
Putin's Fallsky
While Putin is doing the Kazatsky
Ukrainians praise the famous Banksy
Putin fell down and went hide’n
Graffiti we all took pride’n
Amid the ruins of war, flowerings of artsy
An artist known as Robin Gunningham
Resides in Bristol, near Tom Cunningham
Paints of war’s grim hypocrisy
Where Putin heads plutocracy
Embraced by a conscience that gives a dam
by I Am Anaya
Bansky's Bravado
With stealth and bravado he's in a rush
He works with passion and departs in a hush
His bold art in Ukraine
Drives Vlad Putin insane
He's Banksy our hero with message and brush
by Robert Gorelick
If this would be my last day
I would not want to meet
Any of my near & dear ones
If this would be my last day
I would not text any of my vanished friends
If this would be my last day
I would not eat anything special
or what I love to taste
If this would be my last day
I would not watch
My old photographs
If this would be my last day
I would not be nostalgic
Or in sad state
If this would be my last day
I would not leave any letter
Even if I died, I wouldn't want
to see who've cried, I wouldn't want
to hear who said what on my funeral
I wouldn't want to know
Who is remembering me
'cz if this would be my last day
I would want everything to last
with this day
30 Aug 2020
Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?
It only seems yet that way it seems;
That a firefly is not a fly-it’s a beetle;
As it seems similar looks
A prairie dog is not a dog, but a rodent;
It only just seems that way;
India ink is not from India;
It’s made in Egypt and China;
It only seems yet that way it seems;
Similar?
It only seems that way lead pencil doesn’t contain any lead;
You consumers were lead to believe this,
Pencil are made of wood and graphite;
Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?
O’ and a peanut is not a nut, it’s a legume
Seems we been fooled all along;
And a Mexican jumping bean is not a bean, also-
It’s a seed with a Larva inside (just a worm hiding)
It only seems that way
Just cause,
Just because it only seems that way
Doesn’t make it so?
All above so familiar,
Similar?
It only seems that way
3/20/21-©2021
For Contest It Only Seems That Way
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
When snowmen melt all about, Spring is here,
and yellow daffodils sprout—Spring is here.
When the first songbirds appear on the scene,
there is little room for doubt—Spring is here.
When sap rises up in sugar maples,
and the bears leave dens throughout—Spring is here.
When Japanese cherry blossoms bloom pink,
and spawning smelts swim without—Spring is here.
When wasps and bees begin buzzing around,
your first barbecue cookout—Spring is here.
When hummingbirds and butterflies take wing
and ants mark out trails to scout—Spring is here.
When migrating songbirds start heading home,
and honking geese shout it out—Spring is here.
When springtime notes dance across Emile's page,
and put Winter blahs to rout—Spring is here.