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A spiral curl upon her brow,
She can't recall how it all began
She can't recall how it came to this
No names are shared, he doesn't care
He doesn't ask...........she doesn't tell
She doesn't tell.........he doesn't ask
She promises herself,
this will be the last
A small tattoo, a trailing rose
It wanders down, beneath her clothes
She dims the light
One look, he falls
into the spell, she has composed
She knows the score....from those before
Beneath the trellis of a smile
Cold fingers grope, to touch the thorns
and there is born, a heart of stone
Without a word, her taste runs cold
His lust is hot......her time is bought
Her lot in life, tomorrow's scorn
Her honey, wild, once laced with gold
Until the taste was tainted cold
In lonely rooms, pink roses slept
Where bedside shadows paid the rent
The tears she wept so long ago
Now shuttered tight, where secrets hide
Against the dark, against the tide
All shame has learned to shut an eye
A child, a lily in the bud
Has never known the trace of love
All fear is gone, but not forgot
Redemption, now, it matters not
Where ecstasy, is never sought
A tear upon the lash won’t fall
The garland once upon her dress
Is now tattooed upon her breast
His urgent thrust, to her is death
He pants one breath, then takes a rest
She doesn't speak.......he falls asleep
He didn't ask..............she didn't tell
She promises, he'll be the last
No questions asked
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For Charlotte's Contest, Erotic Scorchers: 11/27/13
God will accomplish what he intends
And if there is ambiguity on this side of heaven
There is blessing in how God governs the lands
With or without leaven, it’s His splendor
And if it seems ambiguous, let us perfectly consider
If it is that way that God is for us
And the angels will proclaim in their chorus
And as Gamaliel has said if this is of God
Then we shall know if it is purposeful
Because of God’s nod, His okay
For it is, it’s for our sake
And for God's glory
So, the struggle continues, in each heart is the fight
But we are sinners and as sinners must partake in God's light
Condescending from above
The Voice from Heaven, The Son and The Dove
Let us be thankful for each moment each day
Being down on our knees and ready to pray
Being repentant every moment at sins foray
It's constant, it's relenting
To get us sinners repenting
Give glory to God with all soul, strength, mind
Let us not be the ones taken but the ones left behind
(I say this for the misunderstanding of what happened in Noah’s day
And how sinners apply it to today (Sorry Tim LaHaye)
Ambiguity’s purpose and all the fluidity (it is the people, we)
We beat, and did mistreat, and hung Jesus on a tree
Free will must coincide with what God did and still
Finds a way to each heart (a place we do maim and kill)
Right here you should say, God forbid a heart to behave this way
And He turns each heart of stone to flesh in Jesus
The Truth, The Life and The Way
In this world we thank You Lord
for your decisions and provisions
For what You do afford
For us this day and your common grace
Falls on a world as does rain
And He emptied Himself (this is Jesus I speak of)
On the cross and to death
That a dying world could be breathing God's breath
He has risen in this triumphant decision
Before dawn ever lit
Before there were men to acquit
I AM
God has done for you and me
Accomplishing all things perfectly
So let us not get all bent out of shape
At one moment of discomfort, despair or in haste
But focus and be thankful for all the years filled with days
Of God's love and good grace (He’s gone to great lengths)
In our defense, In God’s albescence
Made our crimson stain white
Count your blessings in many ways
In your prayers and in the warmth of the sun's rays
So don't chide and hide
Come out together with the Lord and reside
Upon an uneven pillar stands an unending struggle, coursing through blood, travelling from one generation to the nex
Through the veil of dawn's mist, weary feet follow the jhum trails, while the ceaseless hymn of waterfalls etches the story of survival into the face of time.
The shadow-laden forest remains their unwavering companion.
Across the mountains, evening fires glow.
With burdens bending their shoulders, they make their way home-yet the weight never leaves them.
The flames die away, and the struggle is swallowed by the weary silence of night.
Within the humble home of the uneven pillar, dreams quietly awaken.
Before the first light, in the deepest darkness, the mountains sow the seeds of an unborn tomorrow, as if each dawn could coax tender shoots from the heart of stone.
Night yields at last.
The path is lit once more, the mist parts, and daylight returns.
Though marked by wounds, the footsteps never falter.
In the silent passing of hands from one generation to another, the same burden endures.
After countless seasons, through silence, storms, and time itself, the uneven pillar still stands.
Regally stunning, the way she stands there, hair dancing on a windless day.
She is smiling, and I turn and look behind me, to see the object of her desire.
Is it me that she wants, with those far-away eyes, so much in need of love?
Everyday I come to visit, and tell her of my yearning, of my deepest desires.
I'm not sure, but maybe she feels the same way, by that sweetest of smiles.
Sometimes cloudy skies, bring the tears that stain her face, stinging my heart.
Then as always, the sunshine breaks through, to dry up any trace of her sorrow.
So lovely she waits, like a picture in a book, the way she holds her arms for me.
Even the birds want to be near her, for she is always there, to hear their songs.
I know our meeting, was but the stroke of fate, the way we ran into each other.
And if the legends are true, and I kiss those marbled lips, she will love me too!
To live and forgive' to turn from hate..That insitant suggestion.' Raking your memory, insinuating that
All is fate..And every avenue, or road or track you might
Well travel.? Is full of twisted events in wait.' To steep
You still deeper in sorrow.' A heart of stone a dismissive
Mind seems the way to choose.? To throw away any hope
Of joy.' That way what can you loose? And in the deepest
Sense. Much of the above is true.' In this human world
We know..? Thats why we need to exit from such stony
Streets of woe.' Listen wisdom is calling.' As day and night
Fleet on.' Get you to the cross-roads; thats where she is
Standing strong.' Right where the skull is leering.' And darkness seems to win.' Fall now at the feet of Jesus.'
And be done with that burden of sin.'
A heart of stone, a mind of fire,
Each judge, each desires.
One sees the flaw, the fault, the sin,
The other seeks, what's hidden within.
A silent hand, a whispered word,
A judgment passed, a soul unheard.
Yet in the stillness, a gentler gaze
Forgive the darkness, find grace.
The stone may crush, the fire may burn,
But in the heart, a lesson learned.
For judgment's blade, a double-edge
Can wound the soul, and break the pledge.
So let us choose, with open eyes,
To see the good, beyond the guise.
For in compassion's gentle light,
We find the truth and make things right.
STAND WITH A FACE OF HUMILITY
Thou curse a great angel to fall
from the heavens of glory and power,
though let man build towers for himself alone
letting him gaze on earth down.
Daggers are unknown but
they are directed to oneself
piercing six-inches deep in the heart
though made unreachacble stars of ruthless dreams,
there bete noire, implacable enemies abounds ,
occurring impossibilities cause bitter torments
art a fortress a defense for nothing, nothing?!
A sneering wall for a human being
the lowly thou had trodden down
callused feet has stepped upon.
The anon ignorant void of wisdom infuse a poison
drops dripping from temptuous cup
of sweet assurance, of self-ambition and arrogance.
A pedestal thou arts amidst life's superficial ways
a courage to lift up a haughty face
the narrow rocky roads thou dwell is full of blooms
but will the ends refrain from drowning doom?
Poor man thou hast enslaved
in thy ruthless breaking embrace
secured within thoughts of highness
knowing not where he will stay.
Above, may he think and look unto the ground,
a place of fifth to step upon
for alas he has partaken from thy cup,
so now he's done.
Thou made a distance so near
yet to very far, unreachable.
A human never a god
harsh and vicious
are the gigantic trials knocking him down
Imposing.Intimidating.Haunting. Freezing
but must they be?
Must they be or should he rather
open his eyes and flee
to the flying flicks of times?
Crepuscular are the cascading days
but always they pass epiphanies.
A heart of stone melts but
from it births the human heart
who is able to choose paths which lead them
to face the world not with pride
but with humility...
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Sponsor Name: Broken Wings
Contest Name: Any poem trashed in a recent contest
~~6th Place~~
Olive Eloisa Guillermo
12:38 pm. August 01, 2015
I did not summon these thoughts—they arrived already breathing,
wrapped in the salty cloak of silence, like relics
rising from the forgotten graves of someone else's ruins,
where echoes dance like spirits in the twilight of forgetting.
They shape themselves in silence—carved by unseen hands,
hands that know my marrow better than my own soul,
molding clarity from the fragile bones of thought,
like a sculptor finding his masterpiece within the heart of stone.
Some come dressed in burning fire, others crawl slowly,
with moss grown over their silent mouths, whispering tales
from a world where time loses its shape in shadows,
and yet, I welcome them all, like a temple of forgetting.
My mind is not a womb, but a tomb struck by lightning,
each arch an unfamiliar memory, a dream lived by someone else,
each window a belief carved in ancestral dust,
where the wind whispers legends from a world before time.
And in the deepest chamber, beyond words, beyond light,
there is an unseen sculptor who still silently carves thoughts,
from the remnants of what I was, from the ashes of an old self,
creating forms from the shadow that stretches over my eternity.
Fleeing nefarious intent
As watched through a spyglass
Running for forest's protection
With fast steps of chasse
Rifle in his hands aimed, ready
Will the quick shot be heard?
What will he do with a body?
Suddenly vision blurred
How can murder be on his mind
Once his love for her shone
But now hardness upon his face
Matching his heart of stone
He'd lost control of her he knew
She was now in the way
Now she's beyond his reach
He'd find her in a few days
Escaped by magic so it seemed
His life now out of control
He could not rest in peace, eat, or
Think, his power she stole
How will this thickening plot end
I cannot really say
Only a snapshot of the scene shown
I think she got away
Written: December 30, 2022
Contest: Beyond Reach
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
compassion went away somehow
don't know when but right now
We need to find it very soon
Before the bright sun and moon
Are covered by so much smoke
From hatred fog that can choke
This world with pain and sorrow
Brings us all into tomorrow
With the blackness of this smog
That will weigh us down and bog
Everyone with a heart of stone
No light ever being shown
It's like somebody turned a switch
To off-- we fall into a dithch
Full of the disgusting stuff
That this world has had enough
Of--let's just bury it so we
Can all be happy and free
NO more badness on this earth
Positivity is worth
The fight that we all can win
Creating a new world for livin'