Long Goddess Poems
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ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
it does not matter what color
it does not matter if you spent many a dollar
what matters is the fact that you feel good in your skin
i am enjoying your open waters myself, so please allow me to dive in
ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
it so accentuates the essence of your vibe
your vibrant motions make me feel so alive
i love how you picked yourself up and set yourself free
i thank all sections of heaven that you grew to love me
ahhh yes
your figure in that sundress
i love how it compliments the radiance of your tone
as picturesque as you are in reality, there is no need for this camera phone
loving you is the best decision i have ever made in my life
right up there with it is asking you to be my wife....
Goddess of beauty,
in midst of the garden.
Brightest star among the heaven.
Sunshine with a blue eye,
Like the angel.
My love, words cant define my love,
Tears cant show the depth of it,
Some men search, but never found it,
Some is before them, but loss it.
Some is before them, but never notice,
Some refuse it, took it to the grave .
But I found it,
And never let it go.
I am fill with ocean of love.
Move by motion to love,
Feel with emotion of love.
Angel of the morning star,
My queen, my angel of the night and day,
With rose flower.
My queen, above the queen have seen
My gold, above the treasure i have.
My lady finest among them all.
How sweet the sound of my own lover's voice!—
he speaks to me of honeyed blossoms where,
in tangled gardens, vine and rose rejoice,
entwining both the spires and petals there.
How soft the dew of my own lover's kiss!—
anointing neck and trailing over breast.
His lips of velvet speak to me of bliss,
without a sound, as tongue to flesh is pressed.
How gently glides his touch where hands are laid!—
a feather first and then a firm caress;
my body, in his hands, a goddess made,
each swell and curve, my lover's to possess.
At last my love and I, a twisting vine,
wrap 'round where thorn and blooming rose combine.
In a world where everything glimmers in a play of lights,
The girl with diamond eyes steps forth like a shooting star into the night.
With every gesture she makes, she leaves sparkling trails on the city streets,
A goddess of time, with diamond hair that whispers forgotten tales.
Beneath her brocade cloak, with hues of emerald and azure,
Lies a hidden universe, with wheels of silver and dream.
Every movement, every smile, every flutter of her lashes,
Is governed by a machinery that makes her seem so ethereal.
In her heart, where feelings and beats should reign,
A hummingbird flies, with mother-of-pearl wings and vibrant colors.
In this hummingbird, in a small hidden nook on the fourth floor,
There I am, dreaming the world through her shining diamond eyes.
From here, I gaze upon a blue sky, painted with clouds of plasticine,
Where the sun and the moon dance an eternal, cosmic waltz.
On the city streets, the taxis are made of cinnamon and spar,
And limousines glimmer under the rays of a porcelain moon.
But amongst them, like an apparition, the girl with diamond eyes weaves her way,
With her hidden mechanism, making her seem so graceful, so tender.
Each evening, she crosses the grand boulevard,
Her diamond hair trailing streaks of stars and comets.
And every night, I lose myself in the dream of this world,
Where everything is possible, where magic intertwines with reality,
Where the girl with the diamond eyes is the queen of my dreams,
And I, a mere tenant in her heart, view the world through her magical luster.
Another Day's Upon Us
By Franklin Price
7/13/2018
Another day's upon us
It's the thirteenth of July
Another bad luck Friday
Did you ever wonder why?
Paraskevidekatriaphobia
If you fear it it's name
Derived, as usual from the Greek
How psychiatrics play the game
Friggatriskaidekaphobia also
Norwegian goddess is to blame
In English she's the reason
She's where Friday got it's name
But I've digressed as usual
Where is this bad luck coming from?
I'm now about to tell you
Did not start this poem for fun
If you want a modern reference
Read “The Da Vinci Code”
The Knights Templar unlucky
As they traveled down the road
Friday, October thirteenth
Thirteen oh seven was the year
The Knights Templar were arrested
By the king of France, oh dear!
It wasn't lucky for the knights
Off came their heads with sword
That Friday was unlucky
More than the the knights then could afford
If you wonder where I found this
Well I found it on the net
Wikipedia was the source
I Google searched it, you can bet
If interested you should go there
There's much more for you to see
Almost everything you need to know
But not in poetry
Oh, Luna, in thy glory smile,
as love's most beautiful wonder, I now hold,
where we two do embrace, do linger awhile,
in your silver beams, our love is told.
My most beautiful dream, I now hold in my arms,
what glory divine, shall now come to me,
under your love-light, we shall share love's charms,
my Latina wonder, our love, Luna does see.
Lovely Luna, divine Goddess, shining bright,
drape us with your grace and awesome splendour.
Beam your Heavenly love-light on us tonight,
binding our hearts within love's tender surrender.
Merging in this moment, we're immortal and strong,
with the ancient stars, we're one...one body, one heart.
We embrace and dance to your mystical song,
under your smile, Luna, never we two shall part.
It has been both an honour and a pleasure to collaborate with you again Pandita. Your gentle words give the piece its soul. |You pen is ever running gold. Love and Hugs....Mike. XX
You are loved and blessed. Your worth is not dependent upon anyone or anything. Shine and believe in yourself. You're a star.
Memories from 2021:
I've written a number of poems, including this one, in support of anyone who has experienced bullying or ill treatment. Remember that you are stronger than you know and that you deserve to be treated with dignity and respect.
Let's be kind to one another. Love, light and blessings.
P. S. Please feel free to share this with anyone who may benefit from it.
And still I rise...
By Michelle Morris
01/02/2021
You foolishly thought that you could put me down; and you foolishly thought that I would stay there...
And you thought that you were stronger than me;
That you could use brute force or even mind games to make me kneel before you...
But I am powerful -
I am a woman unleashed and free;
And I will continue to rise and stand tall, because
That's my destiny...
And still I rise, like the sun does every day -
And still I thrive despite every obstacle you put in my way...
Because I am a goddess for all time -
There is nothing and no one that can ever tame my spirit or hold me back from becoming all that I am capable of being and achieving...
And still I rise...
You can't stop me...
And still I thrive...
Because I am free...
And still I rise...
Eternally...
© Michelle Morris, 2021
At the crossroads
were once left offerings
to the goddess of ghosts
Hecate with her keys
At the crossroads
were once buried the bodies
of criminals and those
who chose to commit suicide
considered unworthy to be laid to rest
in the hallowed earth of a cemetery
their spirits left to wander
aimlessly for eternity
At the crossroads
Robert Johnson fell to his knees
unable to hitch a ride
as the sun sank low in the sky
fearing he would die hanging from a tree
or maybe he sold his soul to Satan there
depending on the story
At the crossroads
I stand at midnight under the milky moon
singing my own song of heartache
waiting for some sign from the divine
to tell me which path to take
UNFOLDING
I was born in light of nature's splendor
The Almighty One is my soul Deliverer
I was born to rise with faith somehow
I am messenger goddess of the rainbow
I was born when the moon in her element bloomed
I came forth to song of rain, my heart in tuned
I was born a quiet stream, a whisper
On stage of life I learned to holler
I was born when summer began to simmer
Mama said, each September, Belizeans are happier
I was born the third of seven
Like dew in spring, I've grasped concept of heaven
I was born to voice and pen my opinion
I revel in thoughts given by One and only One.
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Written: June 22, 2023
In the realm of ancient lore, I yearn to reside,
To bear a deep dive into tales untied.
Achilles, a warrior with a heart of fire,
Hector, noble and valiant, to whom I aspire
Agamemnon, a leader with ambitions high,
Athena, wise and cunning, is always nearby.
The Trojan War, a conflict of epic scale,
Where heroes fought and destinies prevail.
Greek mythology, a world so vast,
Stories of gods and mortals, destined to last
Assyrians, Babylonians, empires of auld,
Their triumphs and struggles are stories untold.
Hebrews, Romans, and Carthaginians too
ancient civilizations, each with an exclusive hue.
Egyptians, builders of majestic pyramids
Their culture and wisdom are still vivid amid.
Oh, how I yearn to follow in their footsteps.
To uncover their thoughts, their secrets were kept.
To journey through the sands of time,
To unravel their dreams, their hopes are sublime.
Between the pages of time, I'll explore
Seeking echoes of their laughter and their roar.
Achilles, with his wrath, was a force to behold.
In battle, his enemies tremble, and his stories are told.
Hector, the protector, a symbol of might,
Fighting for his city, defending what's right.
Agamemnon, a ruler with power and might
Driven by an ambition to conquer and unite.
Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war
Guiding the heroes, watching from afar.
The Trojan War, a tale of love and strife
A clash of nations, shaping history's life
Heroes and villains, their stories intertwined,
A battle of gods, mortals, and fate combined
From the origins of these ancient lands
I seek to understand their hearts and their stands.