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These barren walls
Keep me chaste
Vows of silence
Diminish nothing of wanton passions of the past
Days in silence, looking upwards to God
Thoughts linger, to where true love lies
I toil in Gods works
Knees now as rocks
All of Gods floors, so clean
Daily rituals, in quiet do I share
Our virtues preserved, hidden from worldly sins
But I have loved, yes, and long I still do
Illusions of piety, they scare me not
Love stirs goodness, surely no sin
The days of eternal springs
Gardens so fresh, flowers in bloom
Hand in hand, with his intellect and charm
Beauty within, for we dared the philosophical
Arms and legs entwined, deep in thoughts
My professor of life, and thinker to all
He belonged to France
Nobility, and all
We parted in love,
Who sees my tears, behind these walls?
Our reasoning lost to passions turn
He admits not, the love he yearns
His Order condemns, his inquisitive thoughts
He burns what he writes
Heretic or not
A leader of philosophy, a greatness in his time
A fate, that brings upon me guilt
His torture of manhood, he suffered much pain
Questioning his intellect, is love, his very brain
Each to our separate, Abbeys’ of god
Vows of silence, yet the ink flowed
Reliving now, what surely, should have been
A love so great, why considered a sin?
Has not this society, any compassion at all?
Learned I was in Latin and Hebrew
And so with the pen, letters did flow
And from afar, in pain, our love re-lived
Passions in ink, became again exposed
Alas he is older by a fortnight or many
He longed for love, yet he fights from within
His values, his passions, his life’s dedications
His soul has been burned, wounded by time
Ending his years, thinking seduction undone
Redemption shall be waiting, from the heavens above
My love Abelard, my tears you never saw
I was strong, as you gave me the strength to be
And I, was happy, knowing our desires shared
The angels will tell you, your fame will endure
For the greatest of all philosophies
Our love will be
Abelard and Heloise are one of the most celebrated couples of all time, known for their love affair... and for the tragedy that separated them.
Abelard (1079-1142)
Heloise (1101-1164)
My Love
I love you much, my love, therefore I beg you
Give me that which till today, nobody have asked you
Don’t puzzle, I hope, you’ll help me in this regard
Best beloved and well wishers have supplied essentials
Of lovers always if we turn back too pages of history
Don’t worry; I'm not hurting you demanding your life
Your assets, requires you much rather than to me
I don’t care darling what other guys evaluate upon my asking
Because I don’t see more valuable things than that
Which can easily, you can offer me
Even it doesn't hold any cost just some dedications
Which till today no one has dared to offer?
I love you heartily so I want to take stand in this regard
Projecting out as if in the hill some inscriptions in ridges
To draw the attraction of demonstrators
Don’t afraid, I’m not wishing you to make you show piece
To others at you or my cost, you’re my every thing
Why should I believe you in that easy way?
Definitely my intuition invokes me from within
You will offer me that instinct for my pleasure
Cause, I've noticed in your bright appearance
Deliverance of love is in different mode
Your juvenile desiring to oblige somewhere in the custom
I believe, as we are reared in the same village
In the same brink of the river.
Many times we have rained with completely
Our cows and herds also could not differ them
Swollen brooklets have helped us to unite body
Catching in hand hugging you and adding your body with mine
While crossing you know we used to become one
You can guess your feeling would have crossed the height of Himalayas
To understand, what body wants to be done?
Your drowned eyes and dropping down drops of water
Used to provoke effort
Beyond that down through the throat, running paths for drenched water
Was explicitly witness, the curved part would be seizing more for that
As a trunk of elephant’s those beautiful thighs
Used to give witnessing purity ascribe for judgement of love
Slowly, crossing plain, stepping towards hills and
Demarcation of two grassy lanes, when used to welcome
To separate, I know my pinches would cleave you
With high breathe. My love, I love you, I confirmed my decision to you.
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Please have patience, when my ink has no flame
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When it comes to PD
Even then I am a friendly poet, protected by God's loving levee
It's time to introduce myself, call me Linda or PD
Unless, you're in constant warfare for the dominance of poetry
Then by all means, express yourself retard-ly
Verbalize my name, in any which way you like
Call me The Poet Destroyer, when tapping the mic
All though many here know I'm more of a Poet Supporter
A comment crusader, a poetic hoarder
I have no shame in my game,
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I am me, original as can be, in time you will seek out my troupe
Reminiscing, over the time I was your first,
Regale with loving respect, don't judge my hunger and poetic thirst
To all new poets I promise, I'll be faithful and follow you like a star
Unless, you forget to put gas while side showing in my crystalline car
Don't worry, New Poetic Poe, I got your back
Taunting you with a copy paste smack
Call it a "--Statement--" call it what you want
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With a simple hello, and peace out spree
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6-24-14
We Danced written by Poet John Heck
I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.
Such insight. Such depth.
Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your charm.
I purposely dislocated my arm today.
Rather, your tongue severed bone
and flesh was torn from my shoulder;
a needed braised boomerang
to stimulate my poetic prowess.
Such clarity. Such wisdom.
Lenin leads Lichtenstein and
the Lucifer Lindy is launched.
Call me a poet and I gnarl my fingers.
Call me a fabulist and I bow to a crooked smile.
A jellyfish swam through my veins today.
Rather, the tentacles of a tyrant
triggered a fabricated Tanka.
Maudlin stumbles when I laugh alone -
more comedic when we cackle together.
Such simplicity. Such compassion.
Bundy befriends Berchtold and
the Beelzebub Bossa Nova begins.
Call me a dramatist and I gag upon reflection.
Call me a simpleton and your wishes are granted.
I solemnly yearn to expire today.
Rather, a fool fires in a fury
and a mannequin lies in his casket.
The curse you've driven towards me -
a combination menu
when a lone Woolf inconspicously
devours a battered Browning.
Such diversity. Such nothingness.
Stalin seduces Seurat and
the Satanic Samba softly swoons.
Call me a parodist and I choke upon perfection.
Call me a realist when I'm sleeping on nails.
Disclaimer:" We Danced" poem written in the year 2009
by Mr.John Heck,a wonderful poet to be known who is no longer in our P.S family.
Being new to this site ,very sad to know few of them
have already demised.
Let's explore the treasure box by reading their works.
I am sure we can gain lots of knowledge and in fact
improve our writing skills too.
May the demised soul's RIP.
We can keep them alive through posting
and re-reading their dedications.
1-7-2020
Note: Submitting in "The Uncontest" Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco.
"In all fairness, all votes must be counted." It is in order to guarantee the correct electoral college votes are as accurate as possible. And that each presidential candidate receives the proper number of allotted votes per state. In all fairness, even votes for Senators may need to be recounted. This general rule of thumb especially applies in the battle ground states.
Because we want the correct amount of senators and balance of power allotted. The last time I checked, it was a fifty fifty split between Democrats and Republicans. If Joe Biden does remain our next president, and Kamila Harris becomes his vice president? She will determine the final senatorial vote in the event of a tie vote.
Likewise, if by some miracle or act of God, President Donald Trump serves a second term of office? Vice President Pence would choose the deciding vote. We need to pray the correct candidates are the ones that are ultimately elected. These unalienable facts remains true, even though we personally did not vote for them ourselves. God sets up rulers and removes them from office according to His divine will and plan for mankind.
Even though Democrats lost about five seats and Republicans gained a few seats, it is apparent the Democrats will retain majority over the House. However their margin will become slightly reduced.
This I firmly believe will help provide a necessary check and balance system. Both parties are vital in the preservation of the balance of political power. However, they need a mutual meeting of the minds, whenever possible. In order to serve the American public who voted them into office in the first place.
May the best men and the best women ultimately become elected to the highest political offices in our beloved country. "God bless America land that I love. Stand beside her and guide her..." Happy Veterans Day may we never forget both your service and both your dedications to our country!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
November 11, 2020
Roxy Lea 1
One of the fringe benefits of working in a rare book bookstore is I get to hold and see…books that were published in the 1890’s…books twice as old as me!
More often than not in these rare old books I’ve come to understand
when I open the cover I’m going to find a dedication…written by someone’s hand.
Some dedications are short…some long…most likely written with a pen…ink dipped…
and most are signed…’with love’ in a beautifully flowing script.
Today we communicate with each other so much faster…but not necessarily better…
for often lost in fast lane of life is the artistry of the love letter.
A letter where we take the time to think about a person…where in our hearts we look…and find the words then write a note…like those found in rare old books.
Taking the time and writing a letter is an art form all its own…
and when read by the intended person…where the seeds of love are sown.
Any word or phrase sounds better in French…at least I find that to be true…
and the French have a beautiful word for love letter…they call it the billet-doux.
Why, in today’s world, you may ask, should we take so long to write a letter that moves with the speed of a snail? Because nothing compares to the feeling one gets when they receive a love letter in the mail.
And don’t be afraid of the word love…because when it’s another person you’re thinking of…any note or letter or dedication in a book you send…is an act of love.
There is a euphoria one feels when they receive a personal note…
knowing you took the time to write it…and you thought about what you wrote.
Knowing it was written for our eyes only…not for the entire world to see..
gives the billet-doux a feeling of warmth…of friendship…of closeness…of intimacy.
Yes, as the world seems to move faster and faster…there is one way to fight it…because the greatest gift of any love letter…is the time we take to write it.
So here’s to writing more love letters…just imagine all the people out there who….
would love to receive a letter from you…their very own billet-doux.
As per Casarah's request, here is 2 fun dedications to Dr. Seuss
A Person is a Person
-no matter how small-
I can not see
I can not be
I can not write a word at all
So I am not feeling very tall
I have no pen
I have no ink
I have no will to dream up verse
Somehow this seems so perverse
I am not a cat
I am not a dog
I am not a tree with leaves that fall
See? I am not very tall at all
I am not so big
I am not so small
I ate my words this I tell
That’s why I ‘m round as hell
I have a hat
I have a cap
I have a bottle of captain jack
One more shot
And one more clink
This tribute is on the brink
So I toss my hat up in the air
Dr Seus has more flair
Of I go, far away
I hope to rhyme another day
Ok I am back for one more!!!!
Sam and Eggs
Sam I am, or so you say
Sam I am not, not today
I am just a boy, who likes to play
This is why, when I get home
Momma better get of the phone
And make what I love to eat the best
Breakfast food shall be my fest
Green eggs and ham that’s all I want
I'll eat then at the kitchen table
In a car
On a plane
For green eggs and ham
I 'll ride the train
I like them best, all the time
On the farm
they cost only a dime
Sam I am not, no no no
I am not that Sam you thought you know
I just love green eggs and ham
I even eat them on the tram
Here and there, everywhere
I’ll eat green eggs and ham I do swear
I am sure the day I go to heaven
They will serve green eggs and ham
After eleven!!!!! All for Sam !!!
Notes: Hope this brings you a smile Casarah, something you can read to the kids, I know
I sure will, I think Maya and Timmy are getting tired of "The bear went over the mountain"
Also, I wish to thank you from the bottom of my heart, you volunteering for meals on wheels,
You are to be applauded!! Often the good ones are shy to shine a light upon themselves
So I took this upon myself to do it for you!!!!!!! Applause!!!!!!!!!!
LOVE AND LUNACY
As the universe streams moonbeam vibrations;
Beyond brave blue skies dreams are tossed about.
Clouds linger to infiltrate the threatening calm
Dangerous moons practice divination while waxing or waning
Exuding more or less power,effecting evil attitudes of moods.
Fondness withers as an under-watered rose.
Guises itself as sanity, instability rolls her childish eyes.
How such contempt shown as civility is more than cruel to me.
I often wonder why dreams get tossed about near spring.
January, February,seems to balance a tolerated gloom.
Keeps the quiet calm in March, until the waxing the new alluring moon.
Lunacy and love lurks in minds, as cosmic scales weigh-in gravity's pull
March introduced the full moon preparing for the for the Solar eclipse Of April.
Now that adoration has given birth to love, and it's shackles we praise the love.
Of the shackles - lets speak of the shackles that comes with the snares of loves traps.
Promises of forever gagging in the throats of unkempt dedications.
Quicksand, quickening underfoot, love suffocating instincts of Sanity.
Realities of loves lunacy, hoping we could bottle up the good times and save them.
Saving the good times for the bad times testing the power of the mind.
Testing loves abilities under the new lunar moon..hysterical levels of confusion
Universal melodies soothes the carnal mind, bonds together gods and goddesses of love.
Venus vibrations penetrating, piercing arrows, into zones of over zealous lust.
Wanton lust parading as Love causing mental confusion.
Xor gate of your natural instincts and logic wrestle, married now are love and lunacy.
Yet for just a taste of desire, or a semblance of love from you would complete me.
Walking lunatic I am, forever dancing, to the edges of this fanatical world.
Xylophones flowing universal drumbeats keeps me dancing cautiously past the loopholes.
This poem is dedicated to an Innocent murdered modeller Jesica Lall, She was
shot dead in the gathering of four hundreds in a hotel in Delhi. Seven years
proceeding, Indian Court freed her killers because their parents were political
and Landlord. They bought judicial system, police and witnesses. The people
they worship God everyday but their souls are dead? They stop to reckon killers.
What is a shame on Indian Justice? Where are human rights for poors in India?
Is the world captured by dishonest souls? They have no meaning for poor’s
living. We need such international Court where a poor can beg for Justice.
What is a great India?
God always having his birth,
As a Lord Buddha,
As a Lord Krishna,
As a Lord Rama,
As A Guru Nanak,
As a Guru Gobind Singh.
200 thousands Saints,
Everyday practice Religion,
They exercise experiences of life,
A faith and dedications,
For human achievements,
They worship monkey and elephant Gods,
For their standard of living.
But most souls are corrupt,
Everyday is a new scandal,
Parliament introduced new Laws,
But Member of Parliament drinks it's juice,
Judicial system burns in bribery,
Police peels off the skin of innocents,
Bureaucracy is sucking blood.
Everyone was born racist,
They live and die racist,
What is a pity India?
Where God having his Birth,
Or untouchables, for being a human,
Agitation is only for justice,
Preaching is a way of earning.
World is thinking,
India is a democratic country
What's a shame?
Feudal system is still active,
And blaming colonialism,
After fifty sex years sovereignty,
Caste, Religion, language and colour,
Dowry system burnt only innocents.
World is a Global village,
Is it a symptom of a civil nation?
Or World politician are also getting corrupt,
Who afraid n't to take an action,
Who will secure human rights?
Is the terrorism n't progressing?
Bonnie House Lyric Poem ---a dedication
~1. I am delighted see you Oh! God
In my heart;
I profess not to be afraid to write poems about faith
There are songs in my heart
And I just can’t stop singing them
So I just wanna tell the world
Lord you’re very encouraging to me
As I like to write spiritual poetry
It has a great deal of feeling and rejoicing in it
My Lord My God thanks for sharing
~2. I am delighted see you Oh! God
In my mind;
I profess not to be afraid to write these songs down about faith
These are the songs your heart
And I just can’t stop singing them
So I just wanna the world to sing ‘em
Lord you’re very encouraging to me
As I like to write spiritual poetry
Lyrics of praises, new hymns for the ages
My Lord My God thanks for sharing
Hallelujah
I clearly see a Godly woman who loves the Lord and she shows it;
By her way of written worship and praise;
She to stands up and praise the Lord at young/old age;
So endearing and caring;
Thanks for sharing;
That you speak about God and the Lord;
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
07/15/18
Dedicated to Poetess Bonnie House
~here's to you my new friend offend I write dedications pieces base solely on the emails or responses I get from fellow poets from PS using some or all word(s)on comments you've made about my verses that you've read~