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All I want for Christmas
Is for her to fall back in lust with me
Give her the desire to unzip my pants
The way it used to be
Reignite her libido
Put passion back in her heart
Make her once more crazy
For my naughty part
All I want for Christmas
I know it sounds insane
But give to me a wife once more
Who wants my candy cane
Remove all her excuses
Take the stress out of her life
Do everything you need to do for her
To restore my horny wife
She says she no longer feels sexy
Perhaps that is my fault
But the infatuation I have for her naked body
I know I never lost
So if you could do this for me Santa
I promise I will be good
If you could make my wife ask for me
To give her a little wood
The wind sounds like a wild run away train,
and my garden is taking a beating;
the birds hide, as today birds cannot glide,
the whole odd scene is bizarre and insane.
Wind howls and roars through sad complaining trees,
and is pouring in sheets of endless rain;
garden decorations spin in circles,
many are feeling the power and strain.
Moments of relief- seldom and fleeting,
as today birds cannot glide, the birds hide;
and when I think ended- it starts again.
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April 30, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Spring Storm
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1350-635-30-
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, A New Abracadabra
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 06/01/2021
Third Place
Down the Primrose Path
Beautiful and pleasant summer evening
away from the madness among the yawing
breath of brilliant sunset. Slow ease moving
lilac mood of twilight, welcomes me dreaming.
Lost in my steps, neglecting to listen to
my inner wisdom, knowing the view.
I had walked through mingling hues of colour and fragrance
of the sprawling botanical gardens, before in silence.
Under a shaded distance, on a wooden bench, I had sat
and watched people interactions, it got to be a habit.
A bit insane forgetting the through unseen
hush whirs. It flutters its looks among green
ivy's deepest hollow, while lamppost light
cast shadows in darken absence, till morning light.
To be lost in steps, led down through a primrose
path clutch, to many unspoken crimes among those
that have happened within, not one knows.
2/6/2020
Pick A Title, Vol 13 - Lyric - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
3. Down The Primrose Path
The painting showed his perfect beauty,
for that kept he'd sell his soul
and cast aside his Godly duties
to pursue his evil goals.
The devil works in tempting lies
waiting for the weak of mind
and for righteous acts denied
would further grasp one of his kind.
With every evil deed Gray stays
adorned with handsome youthful looks,
while his painting shows decay -
reveals the slash of Satin's hooks.
"Let the painting age, not me -
no sins, no doubts, and no regrets;
I'll live my life just as I please;
no conscience pleading to forget".
Yet in despair he could not bear
to see the picture of his soul,
now old and ugly, he would tear
with plunge of dagger sharp and cold.
Screams of pain shot down the lane
as Mr. Gray fell to the floor,
and the maid was thought insane
when she described just what she saw.
On the floor, a monster dead
with dagger deep within his chest,
yet there upon the wall she said,
"Pictured beauty at its best."
Inspired by The Picture of Dorian Gray
the only novel ever published by Oscar Wilde
(Also a mirror of his own conscience)
Where to go, when your heart is torn in two?
When the sky is dark and very far from blue...
When fear runs all nations totally blind.
By insane leaders, not right in their mind?
Mental illness is our breakfast de jour,
And mankind sees not, we live in a sewer...
We are lied to, both day and night...
Then, we make our friends wrong.
Who will not toe the line?
It’s immoral and oh, so...not right!
Isolation and alienation, mark all nations,now.
We have not studied history,
Already, a noose is ready on the tree.
Hitler loved isolation and alienation
It gave him power to lead his nation.
t’s time to know you exist in it right now.
This is not from any Higher Power.
People in countries grabbed on the streets.
Injected by force, like pigs on the streets?
Next,we will be shot, for just being who we are.
As if climate change, was a problem.
Tell Kerry not to fly his private jet!
Like a madman across continents,
Polluting the atmosphere, oh,you bet.
What good is a planet with no freedom?
No children allowed, they are killed daily?
Wake up, people it’s time to resist.
Before you find yourself in a cage
With a number on your wrist.
Yes, I am being utterly serious.
Your body is yours,stop being delirious.
There is no news, just Satanic verses!
And you believe their fairy tale curses!
You won’t be read if you write like this.
But someone has to tell the truth!
People are dead, or have paralyzed faces.
There is no test for the new variant.
I think Fauci et al, are medical deviants.
Stand your ground, do not be compliant.
Remember, to let others have free choice.
Most don’t..listening to CNN’s poison voice.
Next they will be coming after your pets.
This a money maker, sina qua non, you bet.
I cannot and will not tell you what to do.
But I cherish humanity and you do, too.
Humans can be quite evil, you know.
Just watch all the leaders in action..
An international power grab show!
8/10/2021
1:30 am PST
The trumpet player is Wayne,
his passion for music drives him insane;
next door lives lonely Cassandra...
no, she isn't favorited by Charma!
Her days are spent in prayer...
oh, would a devoted Catholic nun refuse to hide her hair
that was curly and auburn?
Oh, it flames and waves like red leaves in late Autumn!
Cassandra has dedicated her life to Christ...
reminding all that they would return to dust;
she likes to sing and very rarely recites the rosary,
and singing she gathers crowds below her balcony!
Going to school I stop by to hear them,
such a gift is only given to some, ask Sam
who is the young pianist at the local church of martyrized Saint Stefan,
he praises them more than those saints in niches painted in pale brown!
Don't we resemble them in many undeniable ways,
expressing devotion for an ideal and deep love for the God of holiness?
Where do we find extraordinary individuals who sacrifice
all to get to Heaven through great strides keeping from the games of dice?
Too Much
I Think I've Lived Too Much
In the Span of a Few Years
I've Learned Too Many Things
And It's Caused Too Many Tears
I Wonder If It's Possible
To Know Too Much of Pain
It's Very Hard to Deal with
It Could Make Me Go Insane
So I Got down on My Knees
And I Prayed to God above
Oh, Lord Please Help Me
Cause I Don't Know How to Love
I'd like to Say I'm Sorry
But I Don't Even Know What for
Every Time I Think I've Found Love
I See the Closing of the Door
Then I Heard a Voice
It Was Gentle, Sweet and Warm
Say," You Just Trust in Me
And I'll Keep You from All Harm."
Connie Moore
Midlife crisis
Is this just
A midlife crisis
Or am I doing
what I like
for I just went
and purchased myself
a brand new motorbike
is this just
a midlife crisis
or am I just insane
for just last week
I went and jumped
Out of an aeroplane
Is this just
A midlife crisis
Climbing up this hill
Not at all
I told myself
I’m just looking
For jack ,or jill
Is this just
A midlife crisis
As I go dancing
Every night
Not at all
I told myself
It brings me much delight
Is this just
A midlife crisis
As I drive my car
So fast
Not at all
I told myself
I couldn’t afford it
In the past
When you hit
The midlife hour
Some may say
Your sappy
But who care’s
What the others think
Just do what makes you happy
Form:
BEHIND THE SMILE
Just another sinking tear
In this river full of pain
Racing fast to nowhere
A world that's gone insane
Forced to live without you
Teased by fool's romance
But it's alright you'll never know
I'm living dead but I don't show
Empty words and hollow eyes
Behind the smile I hide my lies
Everyone has the answer
None of them are right
The blind lead the blind
Pretending to have sight
Love is such a cruel illusion
A distracting fool's delight.
Handcuffed by our society
Scorned to a watery grave
Drowning in a sea of lonely
And too far gone to save...
BY: SHANTAE PAPPACOSTAS
ORTEGA-ZELE
(2-1-20)
He starts to feel grateful for all that he has
when he sees you play dead on the floor
you seemed so sincere, so he walked you here
then he saw what he hadn’t before
Another lie told, it’s just turning him cold
another shot fired and now he’s just tired
wondering what does he do this for?
With him you would joke, through attitude and smoke and he claimed it was harmless fun
So why did you break all his trust, tell his mates
then question why it was done?
That night he was ready, he’d decided to take a risk that very soon turned,
into a promise so empty, so lazy, ungently
that left him reeling and insane
lit candle, you blew it and pretended to have no shame
The next day, you texted
he didn’t expect it but really there was no surprise,
that all that you wanted, hungry and desperate
a portion of the newfound prize.
The clock moved forward, he decided to toss it aside
people aren’t perfect but they can still be worth it
you’d make him look up at the sky
Again, you did it, masked up as good willing like you were really on his side
then the masked slipped, a real funny trick
leaving him to decide
So the next time it comes in the post,
called out for being a ghost
don’t come to him with disdain
His kindness has dried up, his humour so tried now
He’s moved to the other lane.