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My beliefs are not yours to judge
Christianity and Catholic?
What do they mean?
One god, one book, one set of rules
They both say to ask for thy forgiveness
Paganism? Norse?
Celebrate thy selves and treat thyself right
Looking at a distance, all religions are the same
Norse, Greek and Egyptian
They all have the same deity's
God's and goddesses, they're all the same
Men and women who have the same thought
But are different all the same
You have God, Buddha, Zeus and Odin
All are fathers of their own religion
But are called different all the same
Hades, Satan and Mara
All gods of the underworld but called evil
All have their owns past but called Demons
Loki, Hermes, Apate and Dolus, and Maui
Norse, Greek and Polynesian tricksters
All looked down on for their way of life
Tricksters, deceivers or liars
Motivated not by strict moral codes but rather their own amusement or interests
Why do we judge when we can't say who is right or wrong?
I claim my Egyptian heritage of
Love, rivers, healing
Geese fly high above our pyramids
Those rocks moved with magnetic
music
Light cascading through space
Thoth dances above our crowns
I sway beneath Amun-Ra
She-He caresses my auburn hair
a deepening of irises
it was my thunder and
my own blistering hands
Nile flows freely watching
Now my goddesses sit in their Merkaba’s
chanting around an eternal flame
carrying melodies of change
violined voices on violet strings
A million workers marched barefoot
through fields or furnaces
aligning cores below to above
Sirius clapped assent
urging me out into Space
Pyramid ! Triangle of my refuge
and direction
While above signs
watched my movement
up the Squinx
to a northern node
Bronzed arms encircle my hips
as Africa unites with Asia
I did not know that
in a Southern land I
would disembark to
crack hearts of steel
with spirals of crystalline carbon
a moment at Last Supper
I relived this teaching
Myrrh rained down to
anoint
My Heart was His-
Hers !
Killing me with your sexy
Yall killing me.
Contrived lust, mirrors with dust.
Love covered with smoke.
Flame of innocence choked.
Smothered in the womb,
Never to be born.
Deliberately sexy; too much.
Too messy.! The mother of harlots.
Vagaries leading nowhere, wandering
Into cesspools and ruts
Pure love invokes everlasting hope.
Wombs should yield...lovers with scope.
Stop hanging me with your jaded rope.
Stop killing me with your sexy,
Goddesses with blessed wombs
Fill my empty life with an embryo.
I have the seed of plenty.
Stop subjecting me to your lust...
And trust me to handle your true love.
Trust me to love your innocence.
Release love from your womb and bear my fruit.
From hunting comes
From hunting drums
From hunting hums
All bright stars
Near and far
In New York or Trafalgar
Those stars in skyscrapers
Those dazzling gold vapours
The government shapers
The controller of all papers
All go on hunting
And keep counting
And measuring sometimes too
In the treasury
Keep your eyes open
The lids may shut up
Keep the cup wide
You will see everywhere
Ensnaring unaware
The tiger killing the helpless deer
Deer who love destiny
Who worship deities
Members of the laity
Dependent on goddesses and gods
In their odds
Fall very easy prey
To the hunters obsessional play
Their God has no say
In the decay
By hunters in dust they lay
Shrunk tottering mewing aching
Finally breaking down
Into the absolute immobility
Thanks to the myriad kinds
Of the guns of the hunters behind
I perk up my ear
In the civilized forest
And hear the guns
Nuns and monks are in readiness for nursing
Churches mosques temples towering for services
What a grace
My every molecule encapsulated in attention
Hears the sound of the gun
And feels the consequent death
The blue sky we love so much laughs nonetheless
The ground underneath
Is moistened in crimson red
Black velvet
First hunt the doe, a decoy
Leopards and tigers follow in joy
We are all pretty toy
In the hands of the hunters
We look on in wonder
Of grandeur of the capital
Take or surrender
You may grunt
Fruitlessly
Willy Nilly
You have to join the hunt
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30/10/2016
Not for contest since the lines have exceeded the stipulated limit which I failed to notice when I first read the contest details.
Whenever a Melancholy Moon,
Radiantly brimful, looms low,
And gilds the tops of the trees,
The hills, the flowing streams,
and languorously reclining lakes,
My Muse appears to me
from nowhere like a dream,
Like a flash of inspiration
to a muddled mind.
She glides towards me like
an elusive wreath of smoke
And gathers me in her
delicate arms like a silken robe,
Hovering around me
like the perfume of roses.
She appears as an inspiring
source of fantasy and vision,
Like the magnificent Northern lights
displaying kaleidoscopic draperies
in the polar nights,
Like the spectacular rainbow burst
after an intense shower,
Like a shooting star,
Like a blessed apparition.
I take her gently, gratefully,
in an ethereal embrace,
As you would take
honey from a beehive!
(*The Muse of lyric and love poetry-
one of nine Greek goddesses)
"It's all about the Moon" contest by SKAT A
Oh Syrinx, by the lake where you await, blossom anew!
Proud of murmurs that speak of goddesses, in a reverent hue.
Unleash the waists of shadows, in my tales they live and breathe,
As I imbibe the brightness of the grape, dispelling sorrow.
Laughing, I raise the emptied glass beneath the summer sky,
Breathing into luminous skins, yearning until evening nears.
Oh nymphs, let us rise again, with joyful memories,
My eyes piercing through reeds, striking each immortal form I see,
Submerged in waters under the forest's tumultuous sky,
With cries of anger and splendor, swiftly passing by.
Glorious strands of hair slipping, adorned with jewels of the brightest hues,
I hasten forth, to this bank of roses in the gentle sunlight.
All fragrances wasted, as our revelry dissipates in the shade,
Where our merriment should linger, like a day long past.
I adore you, wrathful virgins, delicate and shy,
The secret fears of flesh, from heartless foot to timid thigh.
Happy to conquer these fears, my crime is but to partake
In the gods' mingled kisses, a passion from within.
As I conceal a laugh within one, the other burns brightly,
Yet this quarry forever flees, showing no pity in its flight.
No matter! Others lead me to joy, with tangled locks,
And ripe pomegranates buzzing with bees' sounds.
At this hour, amid gold and ashes, the forest stirs,
A banquet amid extinguished leaves.
On Etna's slopes, where Venus walks with effortless grace,
Sad slumber rumbles where the flames leave their trace.
I hold the queen, in an embrace of certain punishment,
No words, as my soul and heavy body yield to silence's embrace.
Forgetting blasphemy, I surrender to noon's proud silence,
Lying on the thirsty sand, embracing the true rush of wine.
Farewell to both of you: I depart to witness the shadows you've become.
:: 04.20.2024 ::
You know what I have never done?
A scandal!
Never have I twirled in another man's arms
Never have I kissed the handsome stranger
Never have I let myself go to the rich man.
Isn't it wondrous,
The curves of a woman are like clandestine valleys
Each discovered by a new wanderer
Like carvings on a sturdy rock
Chiseled, memory by memory.
Am I allowed to tremble?
Or shudder in an induced fear?
The sins of a brazen woman
Are to be purged by the Amazon,
It is but the common man
Who shreds his commonness
And enslaves the Goddesses.
The pieces of you which you have quietly shoved up the closet
Are rattling like the strong breeze has hit them
The storm of a new day.
once you take that first step down the path
the decision has been set upon and you cannot go back
now it is up to trust, that invisible demon or angel in waiting
right or wrong the pendulum will swing in either direction
time a curse or a blessing guided by a compass
beholden to no one it has its own destiny
for love once betrayed is a vengeful enemy
setting off a cornucopia of storms of anger
unleashing the torments only goddesses can bestow
their ire thrust forth like a thunderous lighting strike
wishing to smite those that have broken her heart
there is no hiding from the maelstrom your betrayal has unleashed
bringing embarrassment to those that inhabit castles
a dire misjudgment in a moment of voluptuous temptation
is there now regret to having succumbed to human wontedness
it would appear so, hands now tied striding towards the inevitable
step by step moving closer to the sentence handed down
the walled fortress now a corral with no escape
and then I am there, she and a legion of men in waiting
a gilded sword sharp as any in the kingdom prepared
her golden hair blowing in the wind, delicate features revealed
utter beauty astonishing in the backdrop of a scorching sun
how could I have traded this for a night of passion with another
now I am pushed down to kneel before her my heart racing wildly
she is judge and jury and as she draws back the sword
I wonder if there is one morsel of sympathy in her repertoire
so I close my eyes and ponder why has my lust brought me here
all the whilst listening for the whoosh that will end my days or not
Andreas Simic©
Uncertainty hangs up above my head
Bringing me to blink faster
To bite my lower lip
And to sigh heavily
Pray, the unknown remains a mystery
It can be pleasant
As it can weigh heavily
The unknown, tomorrow, and what it can bring
Is what I fear!
Why, all that we plan in life
The way we have pictured ourselves
The structures we have built for ourselves
Can crumble at any moment
And can bring us to a state of doom
Unable to stand by ourselves
Unable to be of significance to the world!
Our lives and the way they turn out
Depend not on our will
If such would be so
Why, we would be deemed as being Gods and Goddesses
Having the ability to shape and control existence!
The uncertainty of life, remains my fear
The fact that I am powerless when faced with it
Makes me anxious about it
Why, faith remains the rope to grope on to
When life bares its teeth at us
And shows us her harsh side
Still, life and its unpredictable nature
Often makes me want to renounce of it!
Why, living itself is an act of bravery
Armed with love for life
And for the power that governs it
Allows us to live it while using it
To progress to the state of perfection
Even if one step at a time!
Uncertainty hangs up above my head
And I, pretending to be bold,
Choose to stand up, face it and live
According to it!
{For Contest : unintended innuendo
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Date submitted: 11/5/25}
Line of inquiry:
[“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”]
~o~
she was from another starry realm
where Heart heralds as the only balm
it governs all aspects of Soul’s demeanour
which meant she needed no fancy armour
there energy passing flashes flaming
creations new, filled with intoxicating dew
such purified liquidity imbues Infinity’s Grace
with guiltless, shameless, lubricating pace
visiting from a skytown where nothing faded
eyes, ears, skin, nose and tongue jaded
superfluous sense organs centuries shaded
Joy, only sublime sensation boldly braided
how could we assess filament of her Soul
we had not yet attained her station whole
mind was our playground, still the master
where little can blast ahead or go any faster
auras defined by progress through timelines
when viewed by ascended goddesses divine
sometimes cause wilt or withdrawal so sore
not understanding our love’s sullied impure
we meant no harm, she just seemed strange
her ambience Love had no earthly range
resting at point zero seemed colourless
we beamed it dreamy stream fathomless
~o~