Long Genuflection Poems

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Barefeet

"Barefeet"



Let sleeping cats lie
velvet dreams licking
skeleton keys

passed on kisses
passed on fire tongues

sketchy
scratchy

curled around
warm blanketed whispers

laughter tickled
by whiskers

tales twisted
paws softly scratching

skin forgotten, 
dormant 

covered safely
under blanket

out of life
out of tune

in over-heated 
lonely poet-hung rooms

barefeet in benediction
crouched naked waiting

ready
in position

on knees 
elbows follow, genuflection

cats, black hearts
all feral

stalking futures passive
inside pheromones all growling

aggressive wants
demanding latent love

A Prayer 
for the wild at heart

dancing naked
seeking some kind of love 

souls on
hot tin roofs

very forward
purring darkly 

come

(Ladylabyrinth / 2020)


Premium Member Paris

"PARIS"


Her perfume follows him
from room to room
Lily-of-the-Valley-Roses
lingers in the corners 
of his mind, the hollow of 
his neck
a soft kiss some hot moment back
in time, a vintage tune

Breeze blows her curtains
wide open 
her streets of soft pink velvet
pulsating
Cherry Blossom,
her Empress Trees
all her rapturous city's noises
sway in time to 
all his heart’s 
crying voices

Her Church steeple, 
his place of worship
god’s altar
drink her wine
his hair ruffled
genuflection, 
Choir of Angels sweet cry.

Spring rain softly caressing
his Winter window panes
stained glass
Cognac Kisses, sweet
nude vertigo
luscious dream, 
wanton blisses,
his last golden
Libertango


(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)



1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaXNdVTGT0k

2.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h02LY6KnyoI

Benefactors of Altruistic Intentions

Benevolent Altruistic Intentions

Benefactors of benevolence breaching the veils of kindness
Abstractions of reverence reaching out beyond the spiritual blindness 
Retractors of inference screeching shouts about the mindlessness
Transactors of temperance teaching about the silence

Omnipresent supernatural beings beyond comprehension 
Fluorescent lighting and scenes that defy logical convention 
Incandescent dreams that inspire surrealist intervention 
Convalescent screams reaching out for a new medical invention 

Altruistic inclinations from the over proceeded few
Alchemistic infiltrations that convert the antiquated to the brand new 
Dualistic invocations that double the meaning of a small few
Narcissistic invitations that seclude the virtue from the slew 

Algorithmic combinations that segregate and manufacture 
Journalistic imitations that propagate too much conjecture 
Synergistic configurations that ameliorate scientific fractures 
Shamanistic invocations that conjure up dream like enrapture 

Abrasive reprehension that formulates a tear in my eye 
Persuasive notes of tension that gather around one about to die 
Invasive comprehension as complexities begin to rise 
Persuasive genuflection that initiates the urge to cry 

The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz 2025
Form: Rhyme

The Road Ahead

The road ahead,
  opens up before me,
  suddenly, wide and wondrous and untraveled;
The trees rise high, stretching, inching higher,
  touching the sky and unseen horizon.
It is a blend of indescribable color,
  flowing profusely in the path along the way.
The air is thick with the incense of fall,
  dry leaves and burning, outdoor fires
  hanging in the air.
The scent is of a changing season,
  a bow, respect, a genuflection
  in awe of God's superior gifts.
The roads less traveled awaits,
  setting in place a path,
  an unplanned journey to newness.
Breathe in the color hues of reds, oranges, yellows,
  brushed and painted lovingly
  with all the signs of autumn.
The scent of change,
 take the ride
 set by the hands of God.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Verses Of Virtue - Volume 3

A sagacious luster looms 
upon lavender lyrics oracular,
spectacular in simple suffer
for atop the electric spire
Her violet fire will conspire
to revive love
that Time consumes...


A purpose placed gently,
in the center of your wisest pulse,
like a gemstone of graceful genuflection
palpitates for poetry
not of threadbare words
but of song soothing
into the theater of your purple glow heartbeats...


They said you were broken
because the hues of your eyes
could not be predicted,
they claimed you fragile
for feeling the fright of love lost
in withering worlds,
they believed you were damaged
by your own defense
against the touch of duplicitous ice,
but you were never defeated
by the dark drama,
you've always been
the wise wound warm...


Cheek bones speckled 
with a sapphire tablature of taboo ache
turned to love blush beauty,
your body moves to song
that pitches prettily
in the poetry of blossomed joy...


You already know how
my heart wakes to your wishes,
you already hold the poetry of my soul,
You already know
what love told loneliness 
a long time ago,
You already hold the joy
that we craft from iron gold...


Love waits not for Death,
nor for ideal birth,
the moment love awakes
it creates spirit that subdues all fates,
love is changing you into something unpredictable,
independent of imagination,
real as riptides in the center of a rose
sweating from anticipation 
of warm lips
on petals of tender adoration...


When you left,
it felt like theft of breath,
I wondered with a wincing,
if the answer for your enigmatic evanescence 
was in regret, revulsion, or a revolution of love,
I wept hard,
I made grace from the grief,
I loved you for the price...

J.A.B.


Fighting God

Taught when young, eyes raised skyward, to speak
on my knees, to the ether, Sundays every week.
Thanks for the gift of life and length of days,
lined up along the pew the family prays.
Sunday school and learn the book by rote,
'ask and you'll receive' the promise quotes.
The years went by, still praying for some answers,
clutching at manger straw for any chances
that Divine Grace would save my Dad and Mum and brother,
invoking Mary, Queen of Heaven, perfect Mother.
But.......
Silence from the one we're told will save.
Three names etched out in gold, all on one grave.
No more.....
One last goodbye, one final genuflection.
I'll bend a knee no more to this deception.
Hush the choir now, close your pearly gates,
I'll walk alone now, master of my fate.
The Citadel of me, strong, solid walls
but inside, darkness- nothing there at all
except an icy longing, tinged with pain.
Pews creak, and I'm kneeling down again.
Can't tell you why I'm here, no reason why
but once again the newborn Saviour cries.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member American Psychosis

American Psychosis
The sun, the Son,

ECLIPSED 
Overshadowed by
Dark clouds of 
Bloated EGO and ID
Me supersedes We
The people1
Will weep

 DEADLY SINS
 More than seven
In one
Narcissist ‘king’ of
WRATH, HATE, REVENGE, 
Not a 
‘Dish best served cold2
But with anger 
Evil so bold
SCOTUS behold! 

Bunker-Busting Bully
Historical ignorance, ignominy
Big Beautiful Bombs or
Tariffs Coercion

Psychotic projection
Weaponized state
Now fully effected
No critic is safe

LUST 
When you’re a celebrity
You can do anything
Predatory
You want 
Assault, murder, rape, 
Cheat, steal, defraud

LIES 
Free speech
IF you’re with us
‘Fake news’
If you’re not
We have 
‘alternative facts’

GLUTTONY and GREED	
Never satisfied with 
What you have
Never enough!
Never enough!

IDOLATRY 
Genuflection 
To the ‘Golden Calf’3
Crown of Orange
No thorns4 
Nor Pain

LAZINESS, SLOTH
Reap rewards from
Work of the plebes
Let them eat cake5
Simple living, no steak
Accountability – None

ENVY
Look up to look down
The billionaires ladder
The one I will climb
Not Jacob’s sublime6
But the movie 
On the horrors of war7

PRIDE and VANITY
Peers, I can tolerate 
But
 I am the best
Losers and suckers
Make up the rest
OK to call on them
To squelch the unrest

Parade
Honors ‘Dear Leader’
Who dishonors
Misuses the troops
MAGA, sycophants,
And Nazi salutes

No impulse control
Chaos, Disunity, Autocracy
Unreined
Breaking Bad8

RESISTANCE
Inevitable 
‘No Kings’ 
In ‘our land’
Despite fear of 
The worst
Assassinations, arrests
Uncivil will be
Armed 
‘There will be Blood’9
On the streets
Where chaos will
Reign
Unless it be tamed
1 Preamble to the U.S. Constitution
2 Joseph Stalin
3 Exodus 32
4 New Testament Gospels
5 Dubious attribution to Marie-Antoinette 
6 Genesis 28
7 1990 movie on the horrors of war
8 Breaking Bad, highly acclaimed TV series
9 Gangs of NY 2002 movie			`Copyright @ Mel Gill 06/14/2025
© Mel Gill  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Proof In Her Prowl

She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a Battle Babe, no chance her style fades, she got genius in spades,
covert clout leavin you shamed with sheer doubt, livin to learn her upshot ways,
offend ya with a biting wit, pen ya witha whip whetted on the blood of your best days,
love ya like a lionized legionare, waste ya like a puny prisoner pinned against her spiked legs,
wicked wrath and affectionate genuflection the perfection of the Battle Babe's barbarous pathways,
the Patron Poetess of the Lady Ink Crew not fearin you, not hatin you, 
she's just beatin every ounce of you

You say she's crazy, lazy and hastey
some sort of Prima Donna in distress lost in lunacy pastey,
but this is simply a rumor reflected from your own filthy and phony majesty,
she prepares for battle settled and seasoned
like a lioness in love with the last hour of hunger
quiet and confident, instincts infallible in Society's saddistic scramble,
pupils green aglow, piercing the pale lies of this business' infatuation with profit's ramble,
the salt of twilight stings her senses, your stunted reaction she will savor
thoughts of your company falling from her K-9's kill of what was once friendship once reasoned,
she will annihilate facts in the false traffic of your tabulated fantasy,
she will destroy you for assuming truth in sunshine made from touted travesty -

J.A.B.

10 Story Love Song

"Ten Floor Love Story"



Blue Sky 
breezes through 
the windows
clouds carry 
the never-ending 
piercing 
genuflection 

Cry 

Scavenger Seagulls
form a halo
angels barricade 
the honour guard
circling round 
the Sister for stoning
holding hands 

with the Resurrection 

Man


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)







“Love Spreads” / Stone Roses
https://youtu.be/0tb_c_EsPnA

“Breaking into Heaven” / Stone Roses
https://youtu.be/95jHGhIamN4


“10 Story Love Song” / Stone Roses
https://youtu.be/5rwbLYOmPDA







“Let me put you in the picture
Let me show you what I mean
The Messiah is my sister
Ain't no king, man, she's my queen
Let me put you in the picture
Let me show you what I mean
The Messiah is my sister
Ain't no king, man, she's my queen…”







"When I wonder and when I roam
I'll find a soul I can trust
I'm coming home"








LYRICS. Stone Roses.

“Breaking into Heaven” / Stone Roses
https://genius.com/The-stone-roses-breaking-into-heaven-lyrics

“10 Story Love Song” / Stone Roses
https://genius.com/The-stone-roses-ten-storey-love-song-lyrics

“Love Spreads” / Stone Roses
https://geniuslyrics.net/the-stone-roses/love-spreads/








1. Ascended Masters
https://www.kaliana.com/blogs/eatdrinkthink/the-ascended-masters-who-they-are-and-how-they-can-help





2. Is God a Woman?
https://www.thesun.co.uk/archives/news/72651/back-from-the-dead-priest-says-god-is-a-woman/

Premium Member Stone Throwers, Love's Release

"Stone Throwers, Love's Release"



Cages
come in all shapes
and sizes
all different ages

the ones
who circle their
little locked rooms
counting time
in calm rages 
steel bars 
dissolving lives
scream please 
release
pray for their 
safety daily

for daughters 
mothers
fathers
sons

Some never find
peace, freedom.
Love and kindness
somehow if 
it remains and
Forgiveness
are the Key.
Hand them your
Love always -
no matter how hard -
Love's Release

Simon 
Peter 
3 Times Rooster
will crow

Cages
come in all shapes
and sizes
all different ages
throughout history 
living in 
different pages

Simon, Peter
Love’s Release
Simon, Cephas, 
Petros, Petra
One man, 
different names
IXOYE
Ikhthýs

Genuflection
Down on my knees


(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)


"Stone Throwers" / Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/2rKylLMdqtk

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