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There it was gazing up – radiant –
radiating kaleidoscope silver green;
sharp with life, ready and expectant.
Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass,
was a thistle born from last year's seed unseen.
From where had it blown here to outclass
the perennials of the turf? Its time
now come to arise from the meadow supreme,
preparing to host bug life full time.
Come July it will fuzz with purple
flowers as a crown for a victorious queen,
armed with many a prickled sepal.
Visited by suppliant insects
who set and array her seeds; a frothy scene
for finches' feast. Passing air extracts,
disperses the progeny abroad
to wherever to be ready, once more unseen
between the blades never overawed;
a tribute to the Creator Lord.
Loiter as I dwell a blurry refrain;
Explore the edges of blur memories;
Glimpse upon a spell of a lost complaint;
Attend to pages in lost history;
Chance upon odd fate in my vague story;
Yes confront this case with not much to see.
Sense an ancient date that extracts bounty;
Use then your own pace to read what must be;
Reach and know that gloom that fills tapestry;
Proof of a dreary tunnel vision here;
Rest and clear the room in quaint mystery;
Indulge your dreamy antiquated spheres;
So herein a tale in unknown compact;
Energy now fails to tell or distract!
Leon Enriquez
18 November 2014
Singapore
He grew within a frigid place
No one thought those legs would ever part
A Dark Prince thawed her frozen heart
A member long and stiff like ice
Penetrates
Cuts through the cold
His seed
His power
They both take hold
Invade
Satiate
Invigorate
Skin white as snow
begins to glow
A subtle blush
She feels the rush
Heated up
Ever so slightly
His cold blue eyes
shine brightly
She screams in the night
Pleasurable blue light
Her senses take flight
Then the dark prince goes away
The night was night and this is day
There's no desire in him to stay
With a heavy heart on the bed she lay
For him just a thing of play
Inside
His seed
Her baby grows
What is happening
she does not know
Pulse is rapid it will not slow
Her red veins
turn to blue
There is nothing
she can do
Her heart now frozen
a block of ice
She thinks cold thoughts
that are not nice
Inside the child feeds on her
The days and nights become a blur
In the middle of winter
The Ice King is born
From fragile womb
his body torn
Arrival accompanied
by a storm
Those present become statued ice
The King extracts his sacrifice
His mother spared
To her his love he shows
She wraps him in blanket
of pure white snow
His skin translucent
begins to glow
All of a sudden
the Dark Prince appears
He commands bring the baby over here
I wish to gaze upon my son
He is a truly magnificent one
He looks closely at the baby's face
Resemblance more than just a trace
Blue eyes dark they extract a toll
Sucking up the Prince's soul
The Ice King
emerges
fully grown
Regally rises to take his throne
Mother cries
Blue magical tears
Time for coronation
Rapidly nears
Diamonds fall
onto the ground
Placed in ice
The King is crowned
Linda's Free Verse Contest
Thanks to Leonora Galinta for letting me weave a story
with her Ice King. Yanny's Dark Prince has also played a roll.
Also thanks to SKAT for posting the Ice King Contest,
if she increases the number of lines I will enter.
I wrote this one before I knew there was a contest.
Life ain't for the plenty
Instead it rather
Chooses to
Extracts it kicks from praying
On the mild mannered and the meek
Life is like a thief
That seems to be
It's one and only brief
And if you don't believe me
Ask the ghostly sewer children
Lying in the fetal position
With a blank expression
Both
Wondering and pondering
The eternal question
For one last time
Before they did
Why
Oh
Ohh
Why
What
The hell did I do wrong
I wasn't even here that long
Only to be and get told
Doesn't matter
Life ain't for the plenty
Only those who are willing
To take not only their
Share
But everyone else's
As well
she asked for a great thyme
a day for festvel and enjoyment
a day to marvel in the creativity
of love
and day for people to come together and celebrate the need
to love
she made beautiful drinks of
cucumber jucies and apple jucies
with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies.
she favored a suttle flavor a mild wild
but tamed flavor
for a meat offering
so she flavored a pork roast with
rosemary, garlic, onions, yogurt, thyme
and the gameyness and wildness of a goat.
she created pocket with in the roast
to hold the flavor of the pork.
this was roasted for twelve hours to create a moist wild
smokey flavor
that which with sauce would be admired
and loved.
her pies were to be of mixture
never allowing a single flavor
to out speak a double flavored mixture.
she combined butternut squash and sweet potato,
with cream, and goats milk and butter sugar and honey
cloves and cinnamon and a little sugar and
vanilla and almond extracts
to create a flavor which those who loved
togetherness could speak to and speak about in past tense.
apples and figs were liquered to
develop a flavor then to roasted and
suagered and sprinkled with cinnamon to
make pies
that the lovers of the world would wish for.
the doughs were sweetened and
fattened by sugar and shortening.
some where cooked as pies and turnovers.
sweet prefections to admire and adore.
the beef's were slowed roasted
to collect the savory juices
that were to be gravy for yucca roots and potatoes
a rich saucey gravy that was stout and bold, beefy
and brash.
rich with the goodness of
rosemary and thyme
garlic and onions, some graveys were
extended with richness
by horseradish
and some were the drippings of chicken and turkey and even the precious gameyness of the lamb.
oh the lamb, which rosemary's' thyme and bay leaves garlic and onions and ginger were sauced with
wines for flavoring and
and were cooked as pies and turnovers.
it she gitt she dew whoop
greasy clappin sweet
shine
kissing in moonlight nights
lovers whisketyed
sleepy
wake up and grind that
dinkie dew
what i'm gonna say to you
in the morning?
So It Seems
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By: Director Stagehand
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"Dinkle Hoarder!" she yelled repeating it several times.
What's a disklike hoarder? It's a person that introduces you
to a person so that you can be the one to divide an
existing relationship.Oh an interloper: yeah that's it she said.
Then she resomed yelling, "you interloping *Bleep*!
Control:she likes to control, her dark traits where she instills
jealousy into peoples lives so that they may envy the
happiness of the newly formed couple.
Some people want to feel power over others. Where wealth can't do--it
or the natural ability of beauty fails: hurt is how
she extracts revenge might he be alone and unable to be
loved ever again. She was so confident and cocky
using her position of Assistant Manager to create a playing field where she
was number one with full control over all involved. She introduced people
to his fiancée so they could mingle in his absence. And in his presence
she praised her as loyal to him. Today he found her with another woman and a guy.
" There they laid, entangled in there want: as he is fool against her doings,
then the home became a stage for the drama to unfold as he open
the door to find them,caught in flagrante delicto: I take pride in your misery!" Thats when I just took him away from all of this and I cursed that evil woman! Thats when you came over!
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They invited members of a Movie making group
to the Mansion for supper. When the group arrived
this drama was unfolding
some thought it was real. It was a hoax to
try to create interest into
the filmmakers project
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The Red Cross tells me there is nothing to fear, and no harm.
However, they are sticking an awfully big needle into my arm.
This organization is happy to get a donor like me.
After all, I have the rarest type which is positive AB.
I have to lie on a table horizontally
as my crimson liquid goes into the bag rather slowly.
The nurse says I am done, and she extracts the needle carefully.
Holding my arm with gauze, I feel a little dizzy.
I get up from the table rather lethargically.
They offer me all I want of doughnuts and iced tea.
Here I am with the Red Cross in Pennsylvania.
How long will my blood take to reach the Count in Transylvania?
Toilets are uniquely designed for one purpose only,
And as we know them, they are dispellers of waste.
Our human waste is a byproduct of consumed food.
The body extracts useful nutrients and expels the rest.
We excrete the waste into toilets that deliver to sewages.
Such tools as toilets would have no useful function in heaven.
God never intended for us to be informed about every heavenly matter.
So far, I have not read any scholarly dissertation about heaven's waste.
Of course, my reading has its limitations, but basically, by God's own choice,
heaven houses things celestial, and earth is equipped for things terrestrial.
I cannot imagine toilets nor waste products in the present nor new heaven .
There will be a new heaven and a new earth-emphasis on the word 'new'.
For one, we will have, not mortal, but immortal bodies in heaven. Some
might infer that our bodies will be like Jesus' resurrected body, but we must
keep in mind that although it was raised a different body, he still was able
to consume earthly food at breakfast with his disciples. Therefore, still
an earthbound human, Jesus had components required for earthly existence,
even if for only 40 days.
I suspect, and I can easily imagine, that the foods we consume in heaven
will be foods having all nutrients, fully consumed and processed, with no waste products. In other words, whatever our immortal bodies require from the heavenly foods, energy for example, our bodies will fully absorb, leaving nothing wasted. By the way, I find the entire question very interesting and fascinating. I commend the contest sponsor.
100621PSCtest, The Throne In Heaven, Jack Webster
FLAME OF ASCENSION
No-one can escape Flame of Ascension
a glance, a glimmer, a gestalted shadow
ghosts or gestures guarded Hearts to
genteel progress on a path
It nightmares numskulls and nuns alike
coffins cords, corners chains conniving
Thumb tips touch those of Serapis Bey
tippling white Flames in quantum space
as he passes with poignant eyes
“Where must sparks sagely sail now
Great Chohan of Central Sun ?”
“To those with neptunium nerves
those who have mastered their minds
who stare over lambert lagoons
lbis eyed
those who will not hasten to
taste Tophet flesh, toxined tongues
or squirm to struggle stormy seas
who live on one orange a day
from oozing boxes to city sites
Let Ascension Flame sparks fly fivefold
to those who chore by candlelight
in basements cold
gather guinea-fowl feathers in damp
dawn to create wise woman wands
to those who forgive an impoverished
rapist in a fitful farm hut
fathoming his fishtail hands
Let Ascension Flame sparks sail to those
who embrace Polar Bear spirit
stirring soup for a repentant soul
covering it with furs
flasking it’s folly !”
No-one can flee Flame of Ascension
someday it fleeces all spectroscopically
pay with sweat of your sweat
palsy, petty or posh
breath upon baptising breath
no strut or scintillating stumble
skin to self-assuming skin
spectacular sundew sing
Flame of Ascension extracts due fuchsia
fragrance from filament files
harp harmonies heightened to
a hastened hypnosis from an inexplicable
white heart field
Come
Let Flame of Ascension flower
fiddling fingers into interlinking
intercurrents of Infinity’s intimacy !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
The feel of brown skin swirled around the cup of hands.
With lips soft and full.
I too melt in a passionate place.
With taste of something warm and comforting.
It's hard to rearrange something as divine as touch.
The groove of lips stir such emotion in body and mind.
Setting it priority, forgetting to stand in a moment of euphoric proportion.
An eclipse follows in steady motion.
Without use of sugar or cream.
I stood in a flood of on going cries.
Stained by the rise of steam bold enough to claim where we've stood.
Stained in our essence, her essence.
The depth of her eyes.
A constant motion of sights sitting still.
It's unfortunate, the people whom stand in line.
Their misuse of foam cups, soy blend extracts.
Love shouldn't be diluted with sweetness readily made available.
But instead in consistency.
Rising like steam