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She seduces me with her bedroom eyes
Her hand atop mine, between her thighs
I can't deny that she has the power
To lie with me every waking hour
I couldn't oppose her advances, she has a grip on me
With her soft angelic voice and undamaged anatomy
In a trance from her bedroom eyes
Drawn into her soul, a part of me dies
She braises my fingers across her smooth shaven lips
Assures me she’s aroused, the pleasure drips
Unwrapping her body of what sets me apart
From exposing her skin, God's work of art
A teardrop falls from her bedroom eyes
A happy tear to my surprise
She remains admirably brave, although, this is foreign
She has not been defiled by other men
Her narrow entrance puts me to shame
Intensifying my steady flame
God sent her to me, as an answer to my cries
I reside under the spell of her bedroom eyes
soldier
and medic,
in the thick of war;
his first-ever deployment.
frozen
with fear
amid intensifying gunfire;
crouching down
in the foxhole,
trembling
friendly fire
whizz back and forth.
blood-soaked casualties of war
litter the battlefield,
all around him
as he treats
the gravely wounded.
all too often,
helplessly
watching some
in his care succumb
to gunshot wounds.
sea of human lives lost,
unbearable;
a harrowing scene!
the ugliness of war,
he's seeing
for the very first time.
in the trenches,
in the middle of a war
he doesn't believe in,
thinking...
"What the hell did I get myself into?"
Date written: 09/08/2020
For such a time as this:
…when enhanced community quarantine
causes angst, grievously torturing…
...when lockdown brings ennui
of senseless boredom that seems to be forever…
…when pandemic’s cure
being clamored for is still uncertain…
…when disease-virulence continues to attack
inflicting even the very frontliners striving to subdue such…
…when global crisis afflicts sorely
intensifying financial need of grumbling stomachs…
…when enforced government measures
all the more manifest limitations of human resources…
We need GOD Who is sovereign in His control of every situation!
His grace, mercy, compassion, wisdom, and wisdom
are working together for His good purpose
verily beneficial according to His plan
since the foundation of the universe
until the end of the world
throughout eternity.
Indeed, we can trust His omniscience that perfectly knows everything;
thus, let's keep on yielding to His might, beseeching His healing*
thanking Him midst worshipful praise delight for faith-fortitude
seeking for His forgiveness, protection and salvation
doing our utmost part responsibly by His Word
praying against lurking skepticism-mockery
claiming His assured blessed peace
while sharing His wondrous love
with others blissfully.
*2Chronicles 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
May 6, 2020
3rd place, "In Times Like These" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 5/10/2020.
We are much alone when old,
after lifetimes of accompaniment,
of tacit support and connection
from our friends and peers.
Must I now label as mental failing
sometime strange behaviors I exhibit?
These are a consequence of long living,
result in my speaking to the air, to myself and
to my beloved pets. No one else is around.
This becomes habitual. I explain that it is
only to retain my sanity, ability to speak,
to think, to hone skills of artful conversation,
of facile verbal composition.
Although silence may be soothing
or oppressive, calming or profoundly
disturbing, pets are a great comfort --
though they sometimes underscore
and magnify lack of human interaction.
Loneliness is a sad consequence
of aging, intensifying losses, magnifying
declining mental agility, dulling consciousness
of changes in behavior. To fill empty hours,
to calm fears, to feel at peace, welcome
the company and affection of pets.
Treat them as deserving beloved ones.
We should protect, support, preserve them.
They are as central to our lives
as we are to theirs.
With His unending love* of divine commitment, I stay
To my dearest LORD steadfastly cleaving
None can separate us in any way
Since He owns me, my heart never leaving.
Bound by His faithfulness of caring might
Nothing can sever our relationship
His covenant is sealed graciously tight
To secure me within His partnership.
Thus, tonight will be precious time to gain
Along devotion-driven bonding moments
While I yield to His intimacy’s reign
To grip my all toward His fulfillments.
Blazing love divine ceaselessly prevails
Passionately quenching hate's wrathful heat
Since the Saviour’s ardent care never fails
Intensifying bitterness' defeat.
Assuring warm presence seals God’s embrace
His glowing fellowship exudes sweet bliss
Kindling embers of fervent worship grace
Midst spiritual caress of pardon’s kiss.
Sublime compassion igniting my soul
Keeps me blest as to JESUS I draw nigh
For revival fires in reaching-out goal
Soaring radiantly along faith’s fly.
Forever, He’s my Lover, so earnest
In Christ, I’m eternally protected
Settled wondrously in His loving nest
Grateful to share His kindness, elated.
*Romans 8:38-39 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
September 25, 2020
God reigns in my snow globe memories
With His grace warming chilly December
Reverberating Earth's peace* as He's planned
Sounding triumphant joy of no slumber
Midst sparkling reunion's glowing ember
While each clan member gives special number.
There in my "winterless" territory
Saviour grants gifts always with blessed delight
Supplying needs by His bounty's glory
Gladly shared with generosity's light
Intensifying Christmas giving's height
To prevail in all seasons of love's might.
Words of cheer are heard in my land of hope
Along the Tropics devoid of snow
Where cold weather marks moments for care-cope
When well-being goes to its downward flow
And hospital-admission brings sorrow
With debilitating status-arrow.
In my Dad's intensive care unit nook
The Lord visits my globe's health-brook.
*Luke 2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Original Title: Winter Wonder Dream Land
December 24, 2018
1st place, "CONTEST NO 550..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/31/2019.
We are in a crisis
The thoughts and visions inside us
Coming out to play
And making you pray
For all this to go away
I see your desperation
And this broken situation
I see your efforts to battle the demons
I also watch how this strengthens
Your mind running rampant
Your actions show detachment
Not knowing who you are anymore
Nothing is the way it was before
This is not your fault why this happened
No one could of seen or imagined
That malabsorption caused the decline
And your mind to resign
I see the terror when you see the shadow
Your heart beats rapid and your eyes narrow
Palms get clammy
Your eyes go glassy
Dropping into an episode fast
The stress caught up with you at last
A blackout moment to reset your mind
Temporary reprieve from the role assigned
I see your confusion about what you hear
But trust me those voices and people are not near
You are in a place of safety
Where you can express yourself safely
You feel judgement looming
Intensifying thoughts becoming consuming
I wish I could take the pain away
So you can be living your life today
I hear your fears, I hear you wanting to end the pain
It would indeed rest your brain
But cause the ones who love you most
To also become ghosts
Your life is precious to us
Your pain has to be open to discuss
We want to be able to save you
From this life of pain in view
Let’s hope the new little pill
Will make her head go still
Calm the voices and noise
And give her back laughs and joys
The shadows are the enemy
Brutality stealing away your identity
They are haunting your mind in the present
Isolating you and becoming unpleasant
I hope this new medication
Will banish the derealisation
And bring you back whole and unharmed
The only scar is to being alarmed
You and bipolar can live in harmony
Working together on this evolving journey
He isn’t your foe but your friend
A life together you both attend
P.S.
I’m proud of you for hanging on.
You held me by the fire place,
For a moment the world simply erased,
With Hot chocolate smeared across your lips,
You gently held my welcoming hips,
While dancing by the blazing fire,
Our eyes spoke all that we desired,
The night our castle,
The snow our tassels,
Warmth hovered all around,
The beat of our hearts created a musical sound,
The wind whispered its sincere approval,
There was no need for your removal,
As we laid by the intensifying heat,
Your arms became my personal sheet,
The crackles of bundled lumber,
Induced us into the sweetest slumber.
BY: Sabina Nicole
Written:11-5-11
Contest:
Most of the nude and swaying countryside
still speaks with sad,shreking and mournful sounds;
its stripped trees are bulky and tepid
as moisture continuously ascends from the languid ground!
Only a pensive,middle-aged man walks
curiously along the wide paths
flanked by jasmine,
and a casual pine:
where the marvis pauses,unmindful
of the gray squirrel!
Yet,incredibly,some shy violets shows
its frosty petals from among the dry,russet leaves;
how unhappy it is from that useless shelter...
regardless of the coming sorrow of its annual fate!
The wandering white-haired man
is very impressed by the tranquil landscape,
and occasionally stops a second,delighted,
to catch a glimpse of the glaring sun!
Some faint voice quivers into the intensifying darkness;
it's heard often...never to dominate the stillness!
Another clearer voice follows after that first one,vibrating:
it's the evening song of thanksgiving!
Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid,
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to our experience.
Now the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders,
have lost their captious and so beatific image,
and quite too often we got pinched by burdock,
distracted by the robins chattering on a coarse descent;
I champed on crisp strawberries, while he challenged his strength.
My buddy never castigated me for my bizarre behavior,
and I admired him for displaying humor without repulsion,
or retort, and with chisel and hammer we engraved faces of historic men
on the smoothest rocks which were replete with their handsomeness.
Those adventurous afternoons are repealed when we look up,
and recreate them through our Male Chauvinism, cheery not dumb;
we felt like cave men making rudimentary drawings of their hunted animals,
while their women picked wild chicory for an early dinner.
Chums we were, resembling cowboys with wide hats in a chiaroscuro,
drinking in a bar filled with fashionable ladies frolicking and saying hello;
and chili con carne we ate, and plenty of beers to wash it down.
After our money was all squandered, our pockets were empty and we felt alone,
dazed...wobbling with fear, afraid to face our witless wives at home;
we were two idiots wooing empathy and some undeserving love.
And didn't they seem two witches ready for vengeance in their frown,
trying to squeeze the truth out of our silent and pretentious mouths too fulsome?
Frost will bring winter soon, and the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders will be covered,
our hair have turned almost white to match the bright color of the deep snows,
as this river is freezing up, to become a sheet of ice, where no boats or barges pass;
and we play chess, the intramural game of a confined life, without those clandestine affairs.
Our darlings approve with sweet intonation, intensifying their affection so amorous;
and we embrace them with that tenderness that they have long desired...
staring at the snowy cliffs with bouffant boulders that these two climbers made their own,
remembering the cold and the shivering...coming down to a valley of comfort and domain.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci