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She came into my life for her own viscous needs
Just to plant her hateful seed.
She thought that she could use me as her tool
And that I was the perfect fool.
She mistook kindness for weakness.
She thought that she could get her foot in
And create havoc and sin.
Little did she know I was under gods care
And with the world, his love I would share.
Known as the she devil of man
And for all mankind she had a plan.
To destroy the love, faith, and hope
That god had given
And with out that - to her we’d be driven.
Like the snake that she is - hiding in the grass
Waiting for someone to pass.
If you get close to her you will hear
Her hiss and feel her fangs.
But her venom will not flow
For it has no where’s to go.
How can the venom go into a
body that has the cure
That is so clean, so white ,so pure.
This is the cleansing that we received
At our birth, to free us of our mortal sin
And will not let anything in.
She devil it’s time for you to go
For this soul you will never know.
You ever had the time to explore your ideas to the deepest depth of your mind.
To follow the reasoning you have created to the end of the line
Have you had the time to realize the implications a child's story written in good ryme
Could have on the next generations for as long as that story resides on the tongues of those who will share it
I am curious if it ever hits us in are busy life's
Busy chasing things we used to never need
And forming opinions that are never right
Because the truth must grow but that can't happen with a poison sees
The time they take from us forcing us to live up to the ideals
That they have reinforced about expectations
And how this governs whose worthy of what
From the smallest material thing to the biggest spiritual need which is love
So next time you have a second if the realization finds you
And you wish yo share the secret the world has a way of binding you
Because the truth must grow so instead of speaking what you heard to people who won't hear
Find someone who lives by it and has been denied all but exciaistance and fear
Do not shake your head at him your silent thoughts we hear
Always be positive because spoken words are not the only words that heal
It's always better if you speak in kind
So here to you silent one for finding a way to shine
Light on someone when you could of easily walked on by
I just want you to know its appreciated it
And that it's not unnoticed
Your the kind that makes a difference
The kind who has a purpose
And still you take the time to remind a poetic
Mind that has clearly left his prime that even he is not worthless
Fred was taking a break after working hard for weeks
to find a cure for awkwardness for guys like him--geeks.
He dreamed of being suave. Oh, how he wanted to dance!
But work and having two left feet denied him the chance.
The door flew open then. In came a tall, robust girl.
She clambered over, yanked him up, and gave him a whirl.
She said, “My name’s Fran Frankenklutz. I’ll teach you some moves.
I’ll show you how a gal like me gets with the beat and grooves.”
They did the Monster Mash so well with their four left feet.
They are a couple now—the happiest you'll ever meet!
posted October 9, 2016
entered in Frank Herrera's Zany Poetry Contest November 27, 2016
Date: May 25, 2019
Contest Title: Pick a Title, Vol 5--A Macabre Dance
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I saw a guy on the older side, he donned a mask
(All jokes aside) I do believe it worked for him'
On election days with glitz and spin, he soon found
That it would always magic away, all doom sayers
On most weak-days' also he didn't need a cape to
Escape, when reality menaced; right in his face.'
He'd just reveal his ace; in the hole, it seemed it
Would serve for any jail... Er I mean goal.!
It also helped when eating food, it cut on splutter
Which some think crude, I don't know if he's tried
It for dates ? Yet better late than never, also a
Spare might be useful? should the constipation break'
Suddenly..' He had a thought; on a cure, for all others'
Errant minds, maybe lobotomy's for them one and all?
Perhaps more panicking? Would be the call? Like Barak
O' Harris was often saying, get with programme'
There can be no neighing.' Just keep trotting on like
This; and see' its all in the scripting ( for the time to be)
Afterwards It's going to change, You'll get bigger letters
Apart from that; its just the same; old same.'
Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy
Too much information making all of us dizzy
Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine
Running out of toilet paper making us mean
“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Scientists scrambling now to find the cure
Hurry!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
What started out in China as an epidemic
No respecter of nations totally pandemic
All around the world countries shutting down
Even New York City looks like a ghost town
Is there no end to this viral mess
As our way of life’s forced to evanesce?
Scary!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
March 14, 2020
Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
In essence the unconscious mind,
Reveals all knowledge for mankind.
To pursue dreams, each vision brings,
Then soar above the earth on wings.
We navigate uncharted shores,
In oceans deep, mankind explores.
Now Astronauts walk on the moon,
And vaccines keep us all immune.
While seeking methods,to ensure,
Research disease to find a cure.
Now if we want to travel far,
There's railways, aeroplanes, or car.
Some might say, it's so much finer
Cruising on an ocean liner.
Or any time we are alone,
Our friends can call by mobile phone.
And television let's us share,
Events worldwide, in our armchair.
We speak with words for to converse,
But language sometimes can be terse.
In truth some minds are always blind,
With grandeur of a certain kind.
As mankind shows his cruel face,
Destroying life, to his disgrace.
By wars that escalate unchecked,
Whilst innocents, their lives are wrecked.
For Peacemakers, they clutch at straws,
To find someway to end those wars.
Their supreme efforts are in vain,
No changing minds of those insane
It seems that only peace can be,
In virtual reality.
4/22/2016.
For the Innate Magnetism poetry contest.
Sponsor. Unseeking Seeker.
Date of contest end.
Friday November 11th 2022.
Armistice Day of Remembrance.
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I saved you, I saved you-
now you owe me your life.
Your pain was overwhelming-
and I took away your strife.
I replaced all your pain-
and I took away your sorrow.
Supplanted it with numbness-
(now your emotions empty, hollow.
you thought you could escape me?-
Tell me, why do such a thing?
I've only tried to help you-
with the hell that this world brings.
You thought you had control?
Oh, what a foolish sort of notion.
you signed your life away-
to cure your pain and your emotions.
I lift you up so high-
so you don't have to feel so down.
Let's face it and be honest-
without me you'd only drown.
You can't handle your own-
that's why you come crawling to me.
So desperate for my help-
I'm now the reason that you breathe.
The reason you wake up-
I am the reason you're alive.
you truly would do anything-
to catch another high.
It really is pathetic-
but you flatter me the same.
You breathe more life into me-
when you pump me through your veins.
You'd do anything for me-
throw your hopes and dreams away.
Do anything I asked of you-
you're my personal slave.
You can't elude my grasp, you fool-
so don't you even try.
You'll forever do my bidding-
remember: you owe me your life.
So, do not disrespect me-
don't forget, I have the power.
It's you who came to me-
when you were in your darkest hour.
You signed over your soul-
(when) you came seeking out my help.
You cannot take it back-
you have no rights over yourself.
So, when you think of leaving me-
it's important you remember
your life is in my hands-
your chained to me, so just surrender.
The tongue is a real danger
if used when out of control
it needs to be held so very firm
for truly it can damage your soul
Scripture says tongue can't be tamed
a deadly poison that takes no rest
for it blesses God and curses man
it needs a bridle to hold it in nest
O to have a tongue in my control
making every word true and pure
sending forth goodness and mercy
to make every ear receive its cure
But the tongue's evil starts within
deep down in our inner heart
there it originates from Adam's seed
from where Satan flings his fiery dart
So for my tongue to fit my temple
Jesus needs to cleanse it by His blood
so only then can God receive it
wash it clean in His crimson flood
Her thoughts are scattered
Her emotions running wild
Everything seems to be a bit off
She doesn't quite feel like herself
Unsure of how to explain it to others
When she tries to talk about it she's at a loss for words
When she tries to write nothing comes out right
Someone once said write what's in your heart and soul
Just put it on paper and revise it later
Usually when nothing else works
Her writing always does the trick
But even now she finds herself at a crossroad
Her writing has always reflected her thoughts
Her own way of escaping it all
But now even that doesn’t seem to be the cure
Perhaps it's because her writing has always been so personal
And now even in that it shows the confusion she holds within
She can't run nor can she hide
The problem at hand she must face
But where to start she has no clue
Seems as if no matter what she tries to do
She feels as if she stands in a crowd
Screaming so loud yet no one can hear
Almost as if she can't really be seen
Leaving her feeling invisible to those around her
As no one really understands what she's going thru
All the things she used to do for peace
Only leaves her with more questions
As to why she can’t escape all that she's feeling now
All this just leaves her feeling so broken
A new book she tries to open
Thinking of starting over once more
But a new page in a new book
Doesn't change a thing
There's so much she has overcome
And this too will pass
It just seems as if it won't pass fast enough
A fresh start, a fresh heart, a fresh way of seeing the world
Those are the things she seeks
And yet those are things she can't seem to find
No matter where she turns or where she looks
But still she finds the courage to keep pushing
Trying again and again
Her own hero she has become
Learning that no one would fight for her but her
So even when she struggles she refuses to give up
Cuz when you are at your lowest
She's come to learn
That from there it can only get better
And though it may not happen overnight
IT WILL HAPPEN
In that much she has faith
After all she's been here before
And if you can get thru it once
You can get thru it again
You just gotta hang on for the ride
Keep your head held high
And matter what else you do
Never Give up the Fight!!!
X marks the spot to the treasure I seek on your treasure map; x is where I shall find the answers to all of the questions I have asked
And then there are x’s in place of my eyes, just like a cartoon drawing portraying my eyes as being shut, but truly mine are in a lust filled guise not appearing open wide
Was I just a part of your story an experimentation like a sickness you needed to cure, or was I an extracurricular activity that you used when you were unsure
You know an activity of the sexual deviant kind, where your body coalesces with unbridled passion in time with mine
Where everything is exceptional, a true masterpiece, nothing as perfect as the moment in time between where our two bodies meet
In that place where our bodies are almost touching and speaking to one another extralinguistically, where nothing else exists just the spark of our chemistry
And my love you are amazingly dexterous, the way that you can barely touch me, and I then cease to exist
Your love is a toxin, and my blood is the host, acquiescing to the pleasure/pain as though I’m almost comatose
Trying not to choke on the euphoria gyrating within my soul, and as it expands it is making me feel wanton and not whole
Making me question am I an exhibitionist, or am I only pretending to be because it’s you that I crave to be with
You that I ache to explore the depths of darkness with, and if I can’t have this with you then I simply don’t want it
Ex that is what you are to me, and although our love was exquisite it was our lust that was exuberant, in which it engulfed me.