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Romeo and Juliet

Romeo and Juliet

Give me a kiss
Under the stars
And serenade
Will be my surprise
Give me your love
In return, I tear off
A starry galactical bit
And that piece of cosmos 
I will set at your feet

So wonderful, decent
My Prince of Desire, 
Such a pleasure to listen
To your gracious whisper

Well, loving and being loved
Means everything
While loving is nothing,
To be loved is something

I’m surprised honey
Really surprised
By the products
Of your mind
You’re my
Super-intelligent God

I live modestly for the present
I live one day at a time…
I live a humble life
I’m a thug loving donor
A warrior
There is no stronger bond
Than our

You’re my impeccable replica
Immaculate match, my love
A mirror image, identical twin
Coequal, a ringer, a carbon copy
There is no better merging
In such a high grade blending
When love cultivate 
Grow cast-iron able-bodied
Merely prospering 
In an ideal coupling

You are the cutpurse embezzler
Heartbreaking housebreaker
Smuggling pirate,  a sexy thief
A hijacking mischief
You snitch-snatched
 my heartstrings

I am the invincible giant, a Goliath
A behemoth colossus, an elephant
A virtuoso champion, a titan titlist
Well-rounded sure-handed Medallist
I did a good job in stealing it
No concurrent could defeat me in it
© Aniko Puky  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Nip At the Cauldron

-Nip At The Cauldron-

My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack. 

I lay restless, unable to commit to my new found lover. Lest it shouldn’t be so. I am you. A demon rung the bells of my adored solitude and grasped away at thee. The pungent odor of Sulphur filled my lungs heavy with soot.
 
The night remained an insomniacs dream as I heard the succubus calling. The energy piercing my skin, as I called the enchantments that my father once taught me. I was protected, but not invincible.  

Hear and there, a shadow standing over me. Whispering indistinguishable language, that no man would want to decipher. Tapping the furniture to make sure of the unbearably long night ahead. Feeling the entities hatred. Limitless burden, all I wanted was calm silence. But, I can also hear my horse carrying the same unease as I.  

Or at least, I did for a time. I can no longer hear of the outside world. Only the whispers. The sound of silence twas' no more. It grew louder and louder. As if, my horses fate was in spite. It threw its head on my lap. To enlist my heart with fear. The darkness grew as I came to realize, I was dead.
© Mr Pickles  Create an image from this poem.

T H S

T. H. S ®

I never held You but I feel You
Its like cuddling with the serenity of the wind,
I never imagined You but I know You
Because a babe needs no introduction to know her mom,
I never felt a pain but I'm pregnant with You
Just like gas which comes out from the ass,
I never saw You but I believe You
Like the general consensus that there's God,
You never spoke (aloud) but I hear You;
As a telepathic reads every mute statement,
I never knew You but I love You
Like a mother whose child died at the foetus stage
Then I finally knew You and love You the more,
The feeling of a stranger turned friend becomes deeper.
I never touched You but I sensed You
Like the West wind which blows ashore.
I never introduced myself but You know me too well:
A sculpture needs no introduction to its sculptor
Because from mother's womb You formed & knew me,
I never called You but You showed up for my rescue
Because He who reside in You 
And goes before You is for You!
When I doubted You, You still loved me
Because the rain of mercy showers both on them -
Both the Abrahams' and the Thomas',
When I go the wrong way You move me the right
For the leaf in the forest has no choice
But to bow to the wish of the wind,
No one sees You around me 
But You amaze and amuse me
Like men who are of such sensible & nimble lungs,
That they always laugh at nothing.
You are the invisible that is visible,
You are the invincible that is insuperable,
You are not just like the wind; You're a Personality!
T. H. S (The Holy Spirit).

Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2013.
Form: ABC

Premium Member Melancholy


The tapestry of the indigo sky,
weaved with lattice of silver cloud, 
merges with the still sea in the blues.
The dislodged boulders of cognitive debris
strewn away from the waterfront of desire,
the broken dreams epitomized.

The anchorless empty boat 
drifts away from the shore of longing,
harboured by desolation,
lodged lonesome in the sanctuary 
of the rocky ledge of fortitude.

In the ruins of my splintered heart,
I listen to the voice of the anguished soul,
the mutilated construct of recluse precinct,
encasing the stifling loneliness of poignant prison
where the psyche languishes relentless
within invincible travail, 
negating the hope perspective 
in the clutch of mental affliction. 

The cauldron of dissonance, 
remote from the rhythm of life,
its void filled with drops of depression in adagio. 
My dormant desires are demolished,
the malleable mind yields to nostalgic purport,
melancholy swathes the remnant yearning.

Inspired by Melancholy, Edvard Munch.
Form: Ekphrasis

Of Infinity

Of infinity
there is much left unsaid,
unfathomable it is to think
of a last frontier for the
purest tongue there is.

Would it not be then,
the limit to our invincible minds,
that search for God inside atoms
and far into the cosmos
but seldom within?

Would it not be a defeat
of pure, sterile science
to uncover a number past which
there is nothing, nowhere,
nobody, none?

To dismiss it outright
sounds unsportsmanlike,
and yet few aim to decipher the
taunting grin of mathematics,
few brave her chastisements. 

And so it is now, that
practical minds honor it
with Hebrew letters, and
like God, leave it unfathomed,
but are ever reminded that
it is us that are small in scale
and therefore, irrelevant,
and that beyond us, far beyond,
lies something immense,
bigger than our minds themselves.

Third Place, This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Dated: 21st November 2021


Creation Is the Work of the Eternal

Things shrouded in mystery
are quickly discarded
and simply not believed;
this false-hood staggers me
and others unjustifying them...
While knowledge increases,
faith,once invincible,decreases...
with only few to defend it!

Creation is the work of the Eternal,
everything testifies to that;
convinctions should be concrete,
not implausible and superficial...
They should be credible enough
to attribute it to His almighty hand   
and anyone disapproving it,
denies it...by calling it  a myth!

O world so careless and rebellious...
indulging in sin without remorse,
you refuse to believe in a real God
who doesn't hide from anybody who seeks Him;
and He can end anguish and shame!
O world so preoccupied with wealth and galore,
this madness can cause you more harm than good;
He who created you has greater plans in store!

Creation is the work of the Eternal,
the entire Universe will be yours to explore;
and you'll be given dominion over it always...
and if angels are higher than you...fear not,
because you'll be rule over them...God
has predestined you to greatness!  

O world so merciless and intolerant of fairness,
break free of deception and selfishness,
there are no planets more beautiful than this,
the Earth was given to Man for freedom and bliss!

Premium Member Transgression

Time, they say, just doesn't wait,
It just moves steadily on;
And if the moment isn't siezed,
Then that moment's gone.

In many ways I guess that's true,
We can't let time just pass;
But spend it wisely and acrue,
The things that really last.

All life is precious, it's a gift,
That can't be taken lightly.
Each and every creature,
Like a jewel shining brightly.

Appreciate each one you see,
For what it really is,
A living thing that God has made,
For nothing man-made lives.

If you cannot give back that life,
Then you've no right to take it.
God didn't put it here for you,
Just to watch you waste it.

God loves each thing that He made,
Wants us to love them too.
Appreciate what He has done,
And show you love Him too.

Take from this world just what you need,
And leave the rest for others.
You aren't the only thing He loves,
You've sisters and you've brothers.

Some things are here for us to use,
For livlihood, food and fuel;
But use it wisely, treat it kindly,
Don't waste it like a fool.

One day you'll see your time's run out,
You'll stand before the Lord;
And you'll be judged for what you've done,
You really can't afford,

To live your life as though you think,
You're some invincible king;
For when we stand before the Lord,
We don't own a thing.

                                Judy Ball

"TRANSGRESSION SPEAKS TO THE UNGODLY WITHIN HIS HEART.
THERE IS NO FEAR OF GOD BEFORE HIS EYESCONCERNING HIS INIQUITY AND THE HATRED OF IT, FOR IT FLATTERS HIM IN HIS OWN EYES. THE WORDS OF HIS MOUTH ARE WICKEDNESS AND DECEIT; HE HAS CEASED TO BE WISE AND DO GOOD."
                                                                                                          Psalm 36:1-3
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Listen

When you look unto a mirror
Listen
When you look into a mirror
Listen
As you breathe in and exhale
Whisper
As you walk in and just step in
Listen, listen shhh! just listen, listen
Baptismal submersed in the wall of waters christen again listen
Just listen
Jesus is calling me
And He's calling you
Jesus knows you through and through
Just be still let Him guide you
The choice is yours to make
Serve Him now before it's too late
Feeling mighty great invincible listen
Even a child has something to say
Listen
a communication to God today
think you better then. . . . . . .
When you look unto a mirror
Listen
When you look into a mirror
Listen
As you breathe in and exhale
Whisper
As you walk in and just step in
Listen, listen shhh! just listen, listen
Baptismal submersed in the wall of waters christen again listen
Just listen

LISTEN

02/02/2011
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Cornered

I better run away, 
I should go and hide; 
The marks you left are deep;
Lingering just below the surface
where they know they will survive;
You took my soul and whispered 
‘You will never be the same again.’;
Now the teeth you bared are lethal,
but you taught me how to bite; 
Just what to do with undetectable poison,
now I’m wearing your disguise; 
It’s not good  to leave me unkept,
soaring like a light speed comet;
All desire and no direction 
now what am I to do with it?
Look in the mirror taste the tip of rage,
now I’ve stolen your perfect eyes;
I better go away, 
You should go and hide
the marks you left are deep,
You taught me what to do when cornered,
 You left me invincible in a fight.

Unlike the Changeable Seasons...

One wish is all that
is required to be simply commiting oneself
to that dream so unreachable by hands,
that leave streaks of hope
on someone's face
so improvised by time;
we can make our fates and wait,
but  others are followed 
by impredictable luck...  
that they conjure a oath,
so obdurate, to obliterate crime!

Unlike the changeable seasons,
the human heart turns its attention
to easy and obtainable things:
being so unremorseful and oblivious...
lurking where dangers lie;
knowledge seems
a primitive belief,
unhesitantly swallowed by
an unperspicacious pessimism...
to justify their criticism,
enough to throw foolisness into action...
when their pique should die!

They should see generosity
as an act of kindness and dignity,
not a demonstration of weakness;
martyrs, saints and ordinary people
felt love and openly showed it...
can they follow in their holy footsteps?

Unlike the changeable seasons,
every intricate landscape
takes on its own diverse shape,
obeying a law so orderly;
we human beings
premidate a future without a plan,
and vainly glorifying ourselves...
ingnoring any premonition!
We turn ourselves into a deity,
thinking to be so invincible...
defying,crushing everyone 
and everything...to reach, 
without sweat or obstacles,
an unearned reward which
can be so horribly futile!

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