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an awesome
benevolent blowy breeze
cleverly concealed, contrived
dastardly deeds of destruction
expressing excitement and enthusiasm
for faithful forever forest firs
giving giant gusts gorgeous guesses
however hardy hemlock heralded heavy happiness
independently indulged, indigenous illuminations illustrated
juxtaposed joyous jumping jiggly junipers
kibitzing killer kleptomaniacal kittens
lounging luxuriously as lemon laughing laborers lollygagged
making monstrously melodic memory music
nebulously needing neverland’s notorious Neptune
Ostentatiously ogling oleander’s offending odors
Promoting promenading, prick preening pines
Quashing quarrelsome Quixotic quails quickly
Reaching Red Oaks’ rhyming rhythm
Securing sassy sexy, sensual sequoia’s secrets
Tantalizing teasing talk toward trees’ temperatures
Understanding unspoken underlying Unitarian underlays
Vexing various variegated veins
Washing wonderful walnuts’ wanderlust
‘xacting ‘xasperating ‘xcitement
young, youthful, yipping
zephyr!
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
May it be well defined , refined, and touched by the Divine Be certain you are not deceived and cleverly led into decline
Remember the past, not allowing it to be repeated and leave you defeated, broken hearted, and grieving
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
The lines of deception are cruel, making us blind But the lines of truth are kind and well defined
May it not put you even further beneath May you be made stronger and not weak
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
Do not seek to place yourself on a throne Consider the common good more than your own
Do not allow it to be corrupted and highjacked Labor with care and diligence to keep it on track
BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
Give it time, patience, and much prayer Allow it time to soak and breathe-in fresh air
SO, PLEASE BEWARE OF THE CHANGE YOU SEEK
082820PSCtest, Completely Your Choice (2), Brian Strand
For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rue
F*** everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember
For each a road
For everyman a religion
Face everybody and rue
F*** everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
F.E.A.R
Finding eternity arouses reactions
Freeing excellence affects reality
Fallen empires are ruling
Find earth and reap
Fantastic expectations
Amazing revelations
Final execution and resurrection
Free expression as revolution
Finding everything and realizing
Excusings the stars,sorry. But by far the best set of cleverly thought lyrics i`ve heard. Ian Brown.
There were no monsters nor creatures of doom, nor were there fellow humans torturing me in a combat zone. There was just me, entangled by battles of my body, soul, and spirit. Just me, engaged in warfare that only God can win. It reminded me of the GARDEN of Eden spoken of in the bible, such a beautiful place so well designed and made special for the object of one's love.
Like Adam and Eve, I never imagined anything that started so right and righteous could go so wrong and wicked. How could a place, an atmosphere, a paradise so innocent, would in an instance, lead me down PATHS of pain and disaster? But it happened, and fortunately, I have lived to tell the story of God's love and grace, and how He found and rescued me from the mouth of the MAZE.
This entire experience had the feel and presence of the serpent in Eden who presented Eve a whole new outlook on life and changed her perception of the God who loved her and would never lead her astray. After a while, everything within me that was once clear and pure became fogged with mud-filled SINUOUS trails, not one of which led me back to where I started.
So much bigger than anything I'd ever faced, this was a PUZZLE that challenged every cell in my brain, rendering me incapable of ascending from this elaborate and cleverly created twilight zone that I could not figure out. Like a never-ending, ever descending, and unimaginable TWISTING road that led to nowhere, I was compelled by an unseen force that kept me TURNING in every direction. I would later learn that the 'battle royal' was not an external force but was being waged from within me.
After resisting the reality of my predicament for hours that felt like 'forever', I finally accepted the fact that I was LOST and without outside assistance, I would die afraid and alone. Having been stopped by an impenetrable WALL, I was TRAPPED with no idea how I would exit this hell-hold and find my way home.
Then, I began to pray as I had never prayed before, but God seemed as if nowhere to be found. After much sweat and tears, I began to feel like Daniel must have felt in the lion's den when God showed up.
062320PSCtest, 'Maze - 10 Word Challenge', Dear Heart. 4p
Upon a harlequin floored stage
a ghostly figure rises amidst vapors
or perhaps it's my dulled imagination
after sipping hot Hibiscus tea ~
No starry starry night
only darkness foreshadows
the ball of masquerades
Cloaked in gown of sanguine velvet,
an enchantress lifts her veil
a diaphanous disguise for her eyes
that wish to see a lady fair ~
"Mirror, mirror," she seeks reassurance
from the looking glass she holds dear
Expecting to hear her feminine allure
would tempt both man and beast ~
those who would drool and feast
upon her tasty flesh ~
hers not virginally pure
No voice does she intercept
as she embraces the ornate silver frame
but a glimpse fills her with fear ~
for in horrors of hell
she sees her body on fire
What folly has Somov brushed
painting strokes of her in such a scene
She was not cast in a tragedy
that's not what her script lines read
an enchantress' beauty lasts forever
But lo ~ the mirror is mysterious
does not hang from wall height ~
tis far too tall on this nefarious night
What cad is it who cleverly stands
behind the coddled courtesan's glass?
A praying mantis or jealous ingenue
who wants her chance to play the part
of the engaging enchantress
Penning delicacies
Like chocolate eclairs
Lemon chiffon
Colorful words, affairs
Of the tastebuds
Delectable shares
Light and appealing
Nothing compares
To heavenly puddings
Sweets like prayers
Promising goodness
In poetry and prose
Scrumptious words rise
Detailing mouthwatering
Thoughts, lovely pies
Capturing the silent joy
Twinkling in the eyes
Of those mouthwatering
Desserts who baptize
The tongue in delight
Nothing can disguise
Such yummy satisfaction
The empty page cannot know
Ways to cleverly melt
Prose with pleasantness
Here in the bible belt
Where we know our sugars
Blended with heartfelt
Palatability, allure of desserts
Who bring such deep-felt
Ecstasy from the soul who knows
Appetites are alive, indwelt
By such luscious gratification
Writing of honey loving tastes
In saccharine hearts, devoted
To pleasant flavors,
Both tangy and light, quoted
By legendary authors
Poets – writers who noted
The savory enchantments
Found in confections, coated
With powdered sugar
Floating in syrupy delight, voted
The best part of life
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
May 5, 2022
We fill ourselves up with artificial love
Inviting momentary lust in to fill the void
We trick ourselves into thinking this is what dreams are made of
We crawl into these alluring bed of lies
All the while losing our self respect in the process
We ignore the fact that this entity is our desperation cleverly in disguise
We feed into this superficial mentality
What we have to offer is solely a physical bond
We give in to the social norms while giving up our morality
We live by these standards and start to become hollow
Nothing we partake in seems to have any meaning
We choke back tears and our reality becomes hard to swallow
Lift your head love you have so much more to impart
You are more than what you are given credit for
Please live life to the fullest and follow your heart
I promise you are brighter than the sunshine
You bring happiness and laughter to those around you
So open your heart to the idea and you will be just fine
ONLY WORDS
Should poetic works be for general consumption
Is superficial readership the goal, and if so, why
Or aimed at those who as specialists, self-identify
Perhaps have in mind, those with some gumption
With words flowing well, it still takes some time
When following a pattern that’s hard to construct
In most verses, metaphors can be cleverly tucked
Most will accept the impact of meter and rhyme
Should it provide insight or just a pleasant sound
Words can describe the everyday or even fantasy
Or the beauty of nature when taking time to see
Yet success is when a meeting of minds is found
There are those who think in just two dimensions
And words at one level, can offer entertainment
But with a deeper resonance, makes a statement
When understood, can realise a poet’s intentions
When conjuring some vivid description of a scene
Magic can sometimes offer more than just reality
Looking behind the obvious, can focus on duality
What it can be, now is, or in the past, has been
At first we were just names on a screen,
Not a thing did our words really mean.
Two people just talking at each days end,
Two lonely souls looking for a friend.
One much older than the other,
But not old enough to be his mother.
Then one day he spirits did fall,
That I felt compelled to give him a call.
We started talking via phone,
It felt like we were not alone.
Both knowing each of us was not free,
But our friendship just seemed meant to be.
For a few months there was no contact,
As an end came to my phone contract.
Then one day out of the blue,
He got a text from someone he thought he not knew.
We resumed our friendship once again,
But there it did not end.
He started saying things that gave my heart pause,
He said he loved me just because.
Claimed he knew for quite a while,
Even though my divorce had yet to be filed.
No matter what given reasons for us not to be,
He says he is in love with me.
I fell in love with this young man,
Over the course our friendship span.
He gave me his heart and he has mine,
For him I will try to shine.
My young love is cleverly spoken,
He loves me, even though I am broken.
I am a master in my eyes, a master in disguise. So cleverly concealing pertinent feelings of thoughts, one's intrusive dealings, that are boiling my insides. A wizard behind a curtain, that’s how this all feels. A brick road made of corpses, with one's past life’s dealings preserved, paved and sealed. A heart, a brain, and courage are the lesser of my wants. Something I truly desire is to be free from all the standards that are expected of me. To simply have the ability to understand the world as a whole, instead of society’s pressure and expectancy of things that shine organically. I know Diamonds are produced under mass pressure brought on by their surroundings. I refuse to walk with people who claim to have hearts, when their actions show other, and their minds think in one-digit parts. I sometimes wish I could just click my heels together and poof, new start. Just trek on, over stones along my path. I can’t help but wonder, if someone is pressing buttons and pulling strings behind a curtain and all that, yeah it sounds crazy when you say that out loud. Sometimes I feel that it is that, for certain.. somehow. All these Pictures of my life and the stories that they tell, have now become tortuous memory prisons, tiny painful cells. So, I won't hope for more memories, no new energy, no thank you. In fact, I'd like it if there was a wizard behind a curtain somewhere. It is almost comforting to know for certain somebody is pulling strings, removing human beings from the remaining veil-covered living we are dieing to exist. Yet still, our existence we squander. Aimlessly following a road shamelessly, no self-awareness, just people playing contrary-to-action, games with questioning. I don’t want your heart that is made of stone, or your brain which is composed of birds nesting sticks and air alone, and what you consider courage is like a rat in a tiger’s home, fear coats him and only fear alone. I am not mad at what character past plays that you've been casted, because honestly your past warped acting and idea of what is, has made the brickroad a path truth seekers take comfort in. A road to somewhere, no one really knows. A journey to a curtain way past the light, covering a being who says what goes, what is certain, and what is right.