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After broken dreams drowned in dolorous night
the nascent sun dawned the beckoning new day
in the desolate expanse of the desert wilderness
for the neophyte traveler set to cross dunes of life
that lay formidably flung far one after another
on the sheath of shifting sands of transient time.
The scorching waves of the desiccating wind surge
smolder the intuitive inhibition of marooned mind,
tired of hearing the bombast of obscure ambition,
trampled by the unsteady footsteps I feel flounder,
chasing the lecherous mirage of deceptive allure
along the twilight trail of providence undefined.
I won’t stop trudging till I reach the moonlit bliss
waiting for me in the niche of the promised oasis.
June 2, 2019
Alas, My God has sentence the serpent to hell;
There in which there’ll be no ringing of church bells;
I witness the dawn of an upset;
You ole demon why you beget;
Thunder roars angels at holy wars;
Civilized beings dying souls;
Someone wants to be like GOD, someone wants to be over GOD;
One can’t be greater that the creator;
Get back you demon you gonna get yours;
Devil’s inhibition man’s feelings of dolorous sorrows and distress;
Mighty Lucifer has fallen, kick down to earth by Archangel Michael;
Man worship the creator, not the moons cycle;
Sinner’s demons and men lecherous lustful bombast;
Lucifer outcast, put out down at last;
Lucifer Satan placed in hell to smolder-burn slowly with smoke and flame;
No salvation for him in Jesus name, unrepentive sinners think it’s a joke, hell fire rain;
Providence calls God will and still reigns,
All the angels seem to sing;
Mankind needs to repent on and all with Godly sorrow;
With the protective care of God All POWER, of nature as a spiritual power;
I’m dolorous feeling great sorrow and distress;
I flounder and struggle as I stagger helplessly, clumsily in my sins I’ve enlist;
Inhibition self-conscious and I’m unable to act in a relaxed state I FEAR;
A neophyte this Christianity is news and new to me this belief is it real;
Get thee, behind me Satan lite in Hell Hallelujah, Hallelujah I’m a child of the King;
5/24/19
For Eight word free verse Challenge Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only..
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
I watch the smoulder in your eyes ... rise
Flames licking inhibition, searing our entropy and ache
I am the yang to your yin, the neophyte to your authority and ease
Your gaze pulls me inward like the claws of carnal chaos
And I submit to the spin ... flounder in your fiery forge
I have died a thousand times in your sight, burning
I have held your heart in my hand, and felt the pulse quicken
Your smile and sinews, the swords that bleed my soul
They and I, weary of lust's bombast, and the lecherous spirit of love
(Love defined to a lad as the physical things ... the flesh and feel)
Yet I welcome the dolorous passion that devours me
The wild providence of conflagration that consumes me
And surrounds our world of selfish sensuality
I look deeper and say a prayer for mercy
But the blaze is too malignant, too wonderfully wicked
Reaching its tendrils to wrap me
I close my eyes to imagine I am you
To imagine the heat of my reflection as it flickers in your eyes
And melt ... like molten madness.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Eight Word Free Verse Challenge" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
Hell is for children was a brave song, introduced exactly right.
Pat Benatar wrote it and sang it, and gave it some might.
We tried to hide from it, to keep memories out of sight.
But we all know that children’s lives are often a blight.
Children are told to lie, not to tell grandma or teach.
They are bribed and blackmailed, along with some preach.
About how they will hurt the family, and it is all their fault.
We have to protect Mommy’s special friend, lecherous old Walt.
Hell is for children is being lived to this very day.
By innocent children who live next door, and far away.
They have bruises, welt marks and broken bones too.
I think Benatar did us a favor bringing this to light. Don’t you?
Hollow whore’s are they that trample over the innocent,
Grabbing for power like only the unworthy would,
Prostituting for perks because they’re willing to get ed,
......................So I used to believe,
Back when I was a naive idealist,
But life shows all sides of the coin,
I have seen first hand and I have learnt,
I have learnt that their empty victory’s still beats my trusted loss,
I toil without complaint,
I’m no saint,
But cross my heart when I say,
I follow the path with a loyal integrity,
Fierce in my fight for respect,
But to what end I ask myself,
When this path has so many shortcuts,
When those who walk on it literally on the grass,
Who then cares if my efforts are justified,
Justification is the masturbation of the weak,
It doesn’t keep the lecherous from my door,
It doesn’t give me abundance,
It doesn’t get me anywhere so what’s the point,
When it comes down to it,
when I’m stood at the gates to whatever’s waiting,
When I finally look back on my life,
Will I still be clinging to my misguided morales,
Will they feel good enough to of justified this life of second best,
Do you think the taste of righteousness is as sweet as the treats I forgo,
Or will I look back with pitiful disgust for my time wasted,
Lived in the light of what’s right,
When all along I’m jealous of the fun in the shadows,
I am tired of this ill rewarded propaganda,
There’s no bonus for living a good life,
I don’t want to die poor and bored,
I can’t beat them so why shouldn’t I join them,
I know they don’t write rhymes about me,
They won’t be carving me up in their circle,
They don’t even see me,
Yet their existence ignites me,
Or is it jealousy and disgust at my own weakness,
Why shouldn’t I be on the inside,
When this world stands by its teachings,
Then maybe I’ll stand again,
But for now,
I’m ready to run with the revellers.
Raised in a somber household where she could do nothing right,
she would flounder in every chore her parents had her do.
Picked on by classmates, she would smolder with rage.
Eventually, she came to feel
that every single thing in her life was dolorous.
She could show nothing of her real self to the world,
for she was swallowed up by inhibition
and a profound lack of self-esteem.
Gathering the strength one day to leave her parents’ home,
she walks away.
It feels to her like divine providence
when warm, outgoing strangers not much older than she
latch onto her and bring her into their fold.
They introduce her to their charismatic guru.
His daily preaching of strange doctrines, though sheer bombast,
resonate deeply within her, for his words are the life line
which she's been reaching for; he reels her in!
A zealous neophyte the girl becomes as she -along with other females -
gives herself over, body and soul,
to the lecherous diabolical
leader of the cult.
June 9, 2019
For John Hamilton's Eight Word Free Verse Challenge Poetry Contest
8 Words Used: 1. Neophyte 2. Inhibition 3. Flounder 4. Dolorous 5. Bombast 6. Lecherous 7.Providence 8 Smolder
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eyes spinning round and round
helplessly tied to papered chains
prisoners of pain
why doth thou torture
your pulses, mind, heart
at its end – hell
a sowed seed produces
lifelong consequences
who did you think you were ogling?
some paper doll?
a blowup?
certainly you knew you chose flesh
to batter and beat?
what is life like for these tasty treats?
are they sweet or sucked dry?
perhaps you think they deserve it, chose it?
but why why why!!!
and the lecherous l o v e s
to steal hers (or his) innocent soul
they don’t clamor for the old and ugly
but find beauty and chew them up
like a wad of gum, then spit
them out!
After Miranda and I landed here years ago,
there was this ugly creature we got to know.
The only one of Sycorax the Witch's offspring,
he has to be the most hideous living thing.
This island's inhabitant is half beast and half man.
He is our servant, and his name is Caliban.
Caliban is someone I am unable to trust.
He tried to victimize my daughter with his lust.
Because of his attempted lecherous crime,
he has to be kept in check all of the time.
Caliban has seemingly obdurate incorrigibility,
I have to constantly threaten him with my sorcery.
based on the play "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare
Ladies rarely sit with one leg up
Or the other in the water; Sarah did not care.
Her cat Willoughby had followed her onto this ledge.
She dangled her right foot in the water.
Glad she wore pants now, especially if it scared away suitors.
She had a keen sense she was shocking old women from windows
The ones who never smiled or waved, but stared and scowled,
Thinking they were better than her or her Daddy
Because they had a man in their bedrooms.
The water felt cool and refreshing!
She was not willing to give up her rights or her body.
Papa had left her plenty of money, in her own name.
Scandalous! The solicitor had said. It made her laugh.
She really missed papa, but loved what he had done for her.
Other women her age became property of other men.
Many were forced to marry old toothless corpulent lecherous fools.
Sarah’s own cousin was trying to trick her into signing over Papa’s money.
She was too wise to fall for it, but still it troubled her a bit.
An unscrupulous lawyer might make trouble.
Maybe we should go to America she suggested to Willoughby.
She had a cousin there, a female who danced on Broadway.
Who lived with whom she wanted when she wanted.
Who took no orders or suggestions from any cousins.
Male or otherwise. Today, with her leg in the water,
She decided to change her destiny.
She sought the bright lights of the city and left love behind
She’s lost in a haze of self pity that’s making her blind
The money she’d stolen had carved her a path to her dreams
But the nightmares took over and laughter was smothered by screams
The handsome young face of a stranger with a girl on each arm
Belied all the darkness he harboured by the depth of his charm
Had left her there beaten and broken in the depths of despair
Now hungry she finds him again for her soul to lay bare
She waits every night at the doorway she now calls her home
Dulled is her fear and regret like a tear cast in stone
Lecherous eyes fall upon her ‘til night turns to day
Lost in the games of the lonely reluctant to play
The money she makes at her tade earns her clothes and a bed
Her savings are kept by the lover she’s promised to wed
Though some go to brighten or quicken the night-times demise
As night comes ‘round once again and she dons her disguise
Tomorrow’ll be better she Knows, Tommy loves her the best
“Those other girls don’t look like you” he says, changing his vest
“Baby you know you’re the one” as he feeds her her pills“
We just need a little more time, for our house on the hill”
Time passed her by, now only the memories survived
Dreams lie unravelled as the threads of her innocence died
All ties lay severed as yesterday fades out of reach
No hopeful tomorrows, she chambers a round in the breech