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Divorce Decree
The Last Word...
You and me,
we are free...
from each other.
You should be happy,
I no longer have the right;
to make your dinner,
clean your clothes,
fold them and put them away.
I no longer have the list...
to complete before you get home.
The dishes the floors, the doors,
the apple cores,
and the bores you call your...
parents to entertain.
It is no longer my life's pleasure,
to be at your leisure,
your beckon call, too tall,
I fall from Grace.
I will not be there to smack flat,
or hit the cat,
I will not be there to race out,
and get you what you need...
with speed.
Why are you not happy?,
your money is all your own.
The few dollars I spent,
no longer drains you...
of every cent.
Why then did you fight so hard?,
you are quite a funny card.
I gave you everything you asked,
to be free at last.
Yet you cry on still,
as you have not had...
your fill.
You want to put me down,
one more time,
Make me pay again,
for some hidden sin.
You want to be better,
then all the rest,
before the test,
but you will fail,
as your pail is empty.
Brightly dressed a peacock,
screaming in the night.
You sound like a girl,
a woman being beaten.
I would know,
I have heard the sound...
before.
This time it is you,
remembering that all things beautiful,
are sometimes just feathers,
Turkeys are lovely,
but they are still...
served for the holidays.
The three fold flame of Christ
The three fold flame of Christ ~
love, wisdom and power,
is veiled by our ego,
heart enmeshed by desire,
unable to let go.
The three fold flame of Christ ~
we are at the first rung,
not yet love enabled,
our pursuits self-serving,
with narrow views tabled.
The three fold flame of Christ ~
affirms we’re living light,
on earth for a sojourn
but due to fall from grace,
consumed by lust, we burn.
The three fold flame of Christ ~
ushers tidings of joy,
for Heaven is within,
transmuting our presence,
cleansing our soul from sin.
~ if we so choose to be ~
20-May-2022
For what purpose am I created, I
oft' ponder? Am I fashioned by the hand
of God to know Him for eternity?
Mankind was meant to increase and expand
in the lap of His love and Providence;
ne'er to fall from grace by sin, but to live
in Paradise on earth for ages hence:
to think, that for man all this God meant to give!
For me, life's neither meat, drink, nor pleasure:
for I give Him my all in Poetry—
in flowing lines of heavenly measure;
with rhythm and rhyme, and rich imagery.
How, then, best to know the Creator God?
By walking with Him, wheresoe'er I trod.
Fallen gods
The scattering embers
with their fading twinkle
danced with the whirling breeze
bemusing all with the falling twilight
with eyes skew to the misty clouds
shaggy with its opaque fluffiness
slowing edging its blankness
eerily shunning the moon
quickening the ending of a phase
a broken sword
with its shattered blade
telling a scattered tale
to the throbbing hearts
beguiled by stolen voices
shammed to a broken reality
frail by the failed quests
wretched with the fallen crest
irk with the broken wings
thrall to an empty throne
resenting the fall from grace
Please kiss and run, my only son
Her body is on fire.
Water rises,
Whisky on the table,
A unique type of gold in a glass,
That type of woman isn’t in your social class
Moments like these are meant to last
No money to spend, but time to kill.
My only son, a fall from grace,
Or a plunge from the hill
Take your misty mistletoe kiss
Disconnect the extinguisher:
That girl is on fire! Try not to diss
A battle beyond hopelessness for a woman in the ghetto
A segment of labor and a segment of pain
My son it appears that you are navigating your life
In a fast pace of unsophisticated women:
...
1 Peter 5:8 Be sober-minded; be watchful.
Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion,
seeking someone to devour.
How can we guide our children right
When no goals end is in our sight
As our faults they show on the final mile
Have we turned our backs on Heavens smile
Which way is up which way is down
A bubble in a bottle a tear-stained clown
A cork in the ocean as we stray too far
Nearing journeys end with no guiding star
Each time you leap for to scale that wall
And the Devil smiles just to see you fall
What good a parent who has lost his way
A flockless sheep a wayward stray
Your fall from grace was a rapid one
Like a crippled crow who's race is run
Never walked the line on the straight and narrow
Trading chains of hope for chains of sorrow
Indelible truths on a soul you've stained
Does the lead you've lost beat the lead you've gained
Will a veil of tears cement your fate
While a rotting corpse lies in mournful state
We wait to hear His words be spoken
Our faith we bear our only token
For a way to clear a path to open
As nails to rust our crosses broken
I once lived in a land of welcomes, greetings, hellos, and sweet goodbyes I now reside forevermore in a forever place of hellos and never goodbyes
Here I stand in darkness, nowhere near anything that looks like home Fear came with my fall from grace, but I am also dejected and alone
My abode was a most beautiful mansion overlooking a scenic hillside I am now condemned to this awful dwelling place, wishing only to hide
Everything I behold is fraudulent, including the flowers in my hand I was condemned to this place of the doomed and never never land
I have no one to blame, because it was I who caused this awful pain I have been a receiver and not a giver, because I sought only to gain
A fake, a flake, a heart breaker, and an unmerciful taker A sin seeker; now, I'm being punished with the evil maker I am one of many fallen angels who flirted with danger And to confusion and rebellion, I was not a stranger
I knew better, but willfully chose not to listen or heed the Divine I chose to be selfish and proud, always reaching for what was mine
The light that I see here is only streaks of fear pretending to be light There's only darkness here, designed to torment and forever strike fright
08062017PSContest, Fallen Angels, Laura Loo, 3P
Most people go bananas
over chocolate
I'm well nuts about nuts
as well
Stuff them in chocolate
ice-cream or sherbet.
Yeah munch on peanuts
brunch on hazelnuts
Ah lunch on pecan nuts
or crunch on chestnuts
For nuts could never
drive one nuts
Ironically nutters
perhaps never ate them
A nutcase perhaps never
pried open
a nut from its case
as nuts could never ever
fall from grace
Any nut brown eyes
shouldn't miss them.
Nuts are an anytime
anywhere snack
Do travel with 'em' in
your backpack
Savour the taste of
salted groundnuts or
roasted peanuts
I even see locals munch
on round kola nuts.
Western walnuts are
tasty too
and acorns ain't just for
squirrels
in forests or the zoo
Enjoy the crunchy East
African cashews
Snack on slivered Indian
almonds
or even Persian
pistachios
Ahem well rhyming this
poem
was sure quite a tough
nut to crack ;)
Rhyming was tough for
this nutty crunchy snack
Besides there's so many
of them
I can't just put em' all in
a nutshell
I can only hope and wish
you enjoy
this nutty tale I tell.
But I do hope to have
offered all the nuts and
bolts on nut variety
And now nothing else
can rhyme here
except its creator the
Almighty
And this poem be as well
for all poetry nuts
for don't all of you poets
have such poetic guts?
A word in caveat now,
yeah go on crack those
nuts
but take care not to
crack your canines
Pray protect your pearly
whites
Your very own precious
stalactites
those right inside your
facial cave mines
and lest with cavity
holes you whine.
Loving mothers are caring angels,
who direct us into the narrow paths of life:
to spare us much sorrow and grief,
to motivate the growth of positive feelings;
and anytime we'll fall from grace,
they'll bring us back to God with praise!
Let those caring angels
adorn your golden dreams
with the glories you'll achieve:
like their affectionate words
that will give you worth and confidence...
when obstacles seem a hindrance!
Never resent their austerity
through reprimanding words
or deserved punishment,
be grateful for their cleverness,
because it will keep your weakness out
and teach you those lessons of audicity!
Oh,listen and take heed;
be joyful and never regret your obedience
to those caring angels
who live their lives giving of themselves:
to leave their mark on all of us,
who should disseminate their seed!
...so to the red rose grows the passion in the Enchanted Gate and Garden there
Whenever you call me friend and I believe I've come to understand that I'm the
Kind of woman with for whom you don't blame for having a Wild heart but you
know that you can always Talk to me you can set your secrets free you have given
me your Leather and you have taken from me my Lace I am stronger than you
know it all comes down to you lighting strikes maybe once maybe twice and you
see your Gyspy but you have to Stop draggin' my heart around because baby you
could never look me in the eye and say you didn't love me you buckled with the
weight of the words and looking at Rhiannon who is like a cat in the dark and
then she is the darkness and knowing that even in Dreams when the rain
washes you clean Sometimes it's a witch and no matter what they say Love's a
hard game to play you may need to Stand back in the middle of my room my
Bella Donna riding high a top her pony cause not everyone has Crystal visions
nor will everyone with their capes pulled around them tight cry for the Nightbird
some will see their refection in the snow covered hills until the Landslide brings
them down and even the Gold dust woman with her heartless challenge will pick
her path and for her we pray although on the Edge of seventeen things may Rock
a little and sadly enough Some will become strangers you will always have My
heart I never again want to Fall from grace even if time cast a spell on you never
will you forget me and in years past I tried to love you before but you would not let
me I am ready now to be your Silver spring blue green colors flashing and yes
I'm Strong enough remember I'm your Beauty and you are my Beast poet priest of
nothing Has anyone ever written anything for you in all your darkest hours did you
ever hear me sing listen to me now I sing for the things money can't buy me and
long After the glitter fades I will still be here you said If anyone falls in love it will
be done to us most of all I have to know when I can see you again because I
can't wait yes I know you though we've been out of touch...
...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by
Stevie Nicks...