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Tender as cuddling arms, this godly place
Bright the jasmines that pose in laced dresses
Enchanting my soul with bliss all around;
That paints this unbridled colorfulness.
No panels of steel gates here, or mown grass
That disapprove of a fancy free tread…
Where I graze the meadow, in abandon
Relishing the scent of air overhead.
Oh jasmine sprigs are fondled by the breeze
Where birdsong trills on moonlit summer skies;
That kindles inner holiness in me
As lush artworks enthuse these joy-filled eyes
Even in winter’s hand, buds glint the dew
That’s why I love nature staying aglow,
As any cycle thrills my thankful heart …
To pray for her dear life… to richly flow.
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Posted 6/05/2016
Contest of Rob Carmack, Srewed lX
I love loving all day every day.
Kissing and cuddling makes it all right.
Let's cuddle as we sit by the bay.
Watching the boats until comes the night.
Kissing and cuddling makes it all right.
Your soft fur I love to rub and rub.
Watching the boats until comes the night.
I am now hungry let's get some grub.
Your soft fur I love to rub and rub.
Galloping to the barn to eat oats.
I am now hungry let's get some grub.
I am hungry I could eat a goat.
Galloping to the barn to eat oats.
Let's cuddle as we sit by the bay.
I am hungry I could eat a goat.
I love loving all day every day.
#2 Picture: Cat and horse kissing, cuddling and loving.
Date Written: 4/9/2020
3 Place Pantoum Rhyme – Personification Contest Judged:5/9/2020 Sponsored by: Eve Roper
CHAPTER SEVEN
this seventh month… a handful of sun dust
greets my aurora skin, touching every
lace of foliage: buttered stems, blushing leaves,
soft-boiled branches with upturned eyes
silky in the veil of July’s palette
face. farther on,
i wanted to smell its rareness,
how my own raw eyes pass behind occasional
veins and wiggling ridges, wondering the
maleness and femaleness of their palms
receding then whirling underneath my
feet ,receiving the ancient chant of some wild
calm…
how intangible this soft fire in
my belly, splattering like auburn harvest
of wheat thrusting unto air
chambers of sun nymphet honored
in all shades---the emerald, garnet,
sapphire of paradise patch as if
saved from the kaleidoscope of month’s past,
slowly cuddling every sinner and lover the ember
that feeds on harps and cancer -zodiac stones.
. . . .
Contest no 300 Premiere
Prayertime Memories
Master of the Milky Way
Bright shining moon
Sparkling diamonds in the sky
Comforting lullaby music of family in the other room
Teddy a friend and companion sits close with a watchful eye
Listening to all the whisper secrets and prayers
A lifetime it feels to slumber
Feeling
the chill of the night air
Listening
to the sounds of the wind
Watching
moonlight shadows dancing
on the walls as they take different fantasy shapes
A roller coaster of emotion
as imagination seeps in and takes hold
Finally fading off to night time dreams
Of fairy tales and nursery rhymes
Cuddling Teddy with bedtime refuge to slumber
By; 5/29/2015
Contest Name:Prayertime Memories
Sponsor:Isaiah Zerbst
It was a lovely sight gazing at the curved moon
Spooning with the tumultuous waves of the sea
I was walking along the lonely beach when this
Moon spooning called me and arrested my look
The night rapt in painting illusion in its universe
Now the moon chuckling and cuddling the crest
Next minute the crest spooning with the moon
Impatient to grow in glee to its full a golden orb
A perfect solitariness except the surreal sounds
Of tide rising to pulverize the moon on the sand
I keep gazing at the moon’s pretty bright cheek
The two moon spoons like dimples with drops of
Turquoise sea from the finger like Greek creeks
As if Pablo Picasso is painting the lovely spoons
Of liquid light raising a beauty of hide-and-seek
The world nowadays is mostly a place of pain
The scene of delight therefore was enchanting
I enjoyed as long as I could wait and quench
Then I put it in the pulsating pink treasure box
As an aim to dwell on to keep boredom at bay
October 30, 2017
For the Contest: Moon Spoon
Sponsored by :Kai Michael Neumann
ABOA ONI DUA: ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES
VERSE 1:
Jah in His Greatness;
Hope to the hopeless,
Father to the fatherless,
Mother to the motherless.
Aoo,
Who Jah bless,
No man curse.
Judah mu Dzata,
Ni banbor sum bo,
Ma ni mba.
Rock of ages.
N'adory3 sum bo.
Aboa oni dua.
Nyame na opra ni ho.
Host and guide;
Ono na ohw3 mi so.
Aboa oni dua,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES,
(Yehowah na ohw3 mi so)
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
PRE-CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
VERSE 2:
Husband and wife to the windowed.
Cuddling his chosen ones in His Bossom.
Kills hunger with milk and honey,
Supplies living water to he who's thirsty.
Oky3so Nyame,
Oky3 ma no so mi so.
Nankwansri;
Nyame na opra mi ho.
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
PRE-CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Yehowah na ohw3 mi so.
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
CHORUS:
Aboa oni dua,
Mi sunson mi ho.
Ow3nfuor,
Yehowah ni m'anidasuor.
Christ in me is the hope of glory.
Jehovah Jireh,
He is always there for me.
(He is always there for me)
In Him I live.
Aboa oni dua,
In Jah I live.
(In Jah I live)
OUTRO:
Aoo,
Who Jah bless,
No man curse.
Judah mu Dzata,
Ni banbor sum bo.
The day I walked down the aisle,
I knew you were mine.
Years gone by to nine;
I still want you for a lifetime.
Today, I will remember.
With or without flowers;
Still, I will treasure.
Since forever can never be measured.
Consider this a cliché;
Or I may sound a little clingy;
‘Coz after all these years;
You’re still my favorite, for a tete-a-tete;
While gorging ourselves on our favorite gourmet;
The journey may still be long.
Arguments may come along.
But this I’ll tell you, to you I belong.
And cuddling may take all night long.
Though your surprises never seems to catch me like awe.
Yet your humor drives me to the heartiest guffaw.
Now I want you to know.
I still feel the same, the day I say my “I DO.”, nine years ago.
Why am I laying right beside you?
Didn’t I tell you that I’m through?
I’ve been cuddling you all night long
And I don’t understand where I belong
Can’t get rid of the tremors
When we try to make love
Can’t get rid of the tremors
When we try to make love
You say - what’s wrong with me?
I pray - free me from captivity
From tremors’ captivity
For, I’m trembling...I’m shaking like a winter leaf
For, I’m stumbling...I’m in need of some sort of relief
Can’t you share with me your love, not your hatred?
You do so carelessly and I feel the despair instead
Dread and despair is my only friend
Till positivity’s joy meets me at the end
Can’t get rid of the tremors
When we try to make love
Can’t get rid of the tremors
When we try to make love
You say - what’s wrong with me?
I pray - free me from captivity
From tremors’ captivity
For, I’m trembling...I’m shaking like a winter leaf
For, I’m stumbling...I’m in need of some sort of relief
Why do you have to bring me to your solace?
Didn’t I tell you that I was extremely hopeless?
I’ve been around town with a frown for so long
Lately, I’ve been bound to fall in love all along
Can’t get rid of the tremors
When we try to make love
Can’t get rid of the tremors
When we try to make love
You say - what’s wrong with me?
I pray - free me from captivity
From tremors’ captivity
For, I’m trembling...I’m shaking like a winter leaf
For, I’m stumbling...I’m in need of some sort of relief
There’s so much to do to get over you, get over you
There’s so much pain in my heart that you can’t undo
We are rivers apart from each other, each other
Life and time sure has a way to bring us back together
-Dedicated to love that doesn’t work out well in the beginning but ends up working out in the end. Inspired by Love in the Dark by Adele.
I am in my ground state
something cuddling nothing
tucked in with my stuff of dream
myself and my companion
my form, language, my logic
my letter, symbol, my number
my explanation, description, my stroke, my sound
my noun, verb, my grammatical ingredient
my information, data, my mathematical bit
my measurement, my calculation
my equation, graph, model, my relation
my set, shape, dimension, my duration
......
a scary process, solving myself
I am in-between
after the before and before the after
poised curving through the curling pipe
astride my transitory surf-board
waves collapsing along the quantum shore
smeared, wiped-out, flipped backwards
into the probabilistic ocean or tumbled forward
through surging foam, chaotic spray
observing, informing, accelerating, colliding
attributing, entangling, tracking, tracing
momentum settling like a relativistic beached whale
floundering in a tidal gravity well
......
a scary experience, feeling myself
welcome to our familiar world
cosmos wrapped around our quantum cellar
initial conditions inflating below
embraced by the all-encompassing protoverse
combining happenstance, fields of continuous creation
spawning emergent intelligence
the becoming gods, our transformative selves
personality, memory, purpose
feeding our bellies, mending our bodies and minds
art, technology, history, adventure, achievement
love, compassion, empathy, grieving
imagination, procreation, celebration, failure
......
a reassuring response, cuddling others
Love will crown you yet
At the same time, it will also crucify you!
Love as sweet as honey was transformed into a closet of darkness
The love that was shared was the end and the beginning
On this road of life, we will come to find ourselves alone for a season!
The scent of bliss will not last forever
Cuddling with fame because
You want to uplift someone’s name can
Be tragic especially if the vision for love is not the same!
Delicate fibres of beauty
Requires unity with the rest of your purpose!
Without the proper functioning of the eyes
We would be plagued with toxins and
Often our eyes deceive us!
Love so firm can transform a man for good or bad
What is really sad is the fact that
The scent of bliss will not last forever!
In reality, on this road of life
We will come to find ourselves alone for a season and
In solitude what love really is!
Mark Frank
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