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I secretly long to always be with you,
I am simply afraid you won't want me, too.
I was praying for so long for this bond.
I want you to feel loved above and beyond.
I secretly longed to finally always belong.
I am just afraid to let down walls so strong.
I was praying for my own heart to heal.
I want you to know I too feel what you feel.
I secretly want to atone for how I was unjust.
I'm afraid if I'll ever again betray your trust.
I know you a lot better now though.
I want you to feel this new love I show.
I secretly am always thinking about you.
I oft wonder if you think of me as much, too.
I was praying, and I found you again.
I am hoping my written words are not in vain.
Inspired by the spaces in time that I can't remember
Filling them with maybes and dreams
wishing they were clearer
Finding myself sad
Writing about memories of a distant past
My past must have been a reflection of downcast
Erased memories written and told, but
essentially lies formed from the illusion of ties to negative thoughts
Ultimately I've created lines of words on subjects
I've never dreamed of being taught
Somehow through all the imagining and complexities
of finding out my worth
I remember the first time that my poetry gave birth
It was like I was a beautiful and as fruitful as the earth
I began to experiment and reinvent the old days
while still finding new ways to deliver the message
that we living in the last days
My purpose is to inform and to be a discrete slave
Faithful and free
Im from the same place where hip hop met poetry
and where scripture is the basis for spirituality
So any falsehood ye feeds me
I can filter right through thee
Still blindly recording thoughts of
misery and deceptions and betrays and let downs and acceptance
Life is full of it's little quirks and antics
I've learned how to be when I've felt let down or disappointed
I've learned how to be when I've been embarrassed or unwanted
I give birth to another chance
I graciously reside into a humble ball of submissiveness
I reside in the beauty of subtle solitude
while blatantly exuding love
The goal is repentence
Tears of joy made me so coy
Never did I expect the coming doom
That of losing on the blessed day, my bridegroom
Fate, I call out to thee, do you take me for a toy?
Tears of joy turned bitter
Gone was the moment of laughter
Life never to seen as truly sweeter
For without him, there is no after!
In my white gown, twinkling seemed the town
Oh such a painful way to be let down
All my dreams and expectations turned blunt
For his memory shall I always hunt!
A wandering soul, as empty as an echo
I let my wings take me on a flight
That of searching for his light
That which can keep me full in ego
Of what use is my existence?
Can anyone compete with his magnificence?
Whether you judge me as wise or foolish
I trust my heart, so broken and so feeblish!
Love, O Beautiful Word of the lovers
What shall I make of my broken heart
Shall the angels of Eden play their part?
Can I dare to hope to see him in the holy altars?
Contest : If I had a Broken Heart
Sponsored By : Daniel Esquire
Date : 26 June 2012
God as conscience is that inner voice within me,
the infinite spirit that has formed my morals;
a holy power that reminds me of my duty and scruples,
and each day I thank God for his divine lessons.
Childlike innocence has made me a prey,
for wicked people who see me as an easy target;
like a child spontaneous, trusting, a trustful fool,
but I listen to the voice within and turn away.
When I disobey the lessons I know are right,
it never ends well, I run riot, a rebel lost;
I ignore what is my moral code sometimes,
God knows I am not perfect and gently speaks.
Souls blue skies turn grey, murky and gloomy,
and my heart and soul is bleeding my essence;
but I reach out my hand to God and he holds me,
darkness turns into azure and shadows are defeated.
Betrayal by my hand is like a Judas kiss,
when I have been unfaithful to my morals of life;
I am let down in myself and will make penance,
promise God that I can be a good faithful believer.
Life's barren and bland without God on my side,
everything is empty and parched and unfruitful;
my life is dull and tedious, flat and nothing,
I need my faith, I need God to be my true me.
Until I awake to evil that seeks me always,
for the devil takes many forms so I must be aware;
vigilant, heedful, watchful with each person I meet,
it is sad that I must be on guard but this is life.
Dark desires forsake and yearnings tempt,
but I must go slowly and carefully in my actions;
be it passion or ambition, I must not surrender
my faith to feed my cravings- I must be strong.
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April 14, 2022
Poetry/Verse/The Voice Within Me
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1447-827-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Soul Betrayal
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 04/24/2022
Second Place
Ever had someone hate you cus they liked you and they wanted more than they ever got too, when they obsess and don’t let it go so they put you down to every person they know.
Did they have authority a superiority allowing dishonourable behaviour so often so horribly, they slandered your name bullied you insane and when you complain the rest doubt the same
When you discover who’s really on your side, and you simply suffer whilst they claim you lied, and you end up sacked committing suicide, that’s my experience based on this life, only to be saved when there’s a concern, and they all want to help you out in return, but the damage caused is the lesson you learn, burning bridges ensuring they burn, people are fake forget their mistakes call it your fate become people you hate, then they act confused because you are not you the person they knew the one who they used, have you been let down by everyone you have known now lost and confused all on your own and life is full blown depressed in the zone, and there’s no reason to advance no reason to be, there’s just no chance that you’ll be happy, you don’t even question if it’s just me, you see people as evil as humanitY
Oh, why must you of love be so afraid?
To hide behind the wall of broken dream
For once your love was callously betrayed
And now you will not bathe in passion’s stream
I wait for time with truth to curse that lie
That faithfulness illusive must remain
You think, unloved, that LOVE to you must die
And so you close your heart and nurse the pain
Lie silent, love, and let me soothe your soul
You’re battle weary, made to feel like steel
Succumb to me and give to me control
My soothing touch is able hurt to heal
Unchanging is my love, a fervent fire
Condition it knows not, nor treachery
To bless you with contentment, its desire
If you but test, you’ll know its constancy
My love for you lies dormant for a time
I wait awakening of you to me
I fear you will not feel its heat: a crime
There is so much my love was meant to be
My love for you is pillow for your head
My love for you is food for famished frame
My love for you is peace on restful bed
My love for you is lust devoid of shame
Give in to me; give in to this my plea
Let down your guard and let me taste of you
My lips have longed to kiss what eyes can see
This love that fills my heart is love that’s true
Eileen Manassian
As a balm that caress the skin, returning to the light leads to a peaceful haven
Vindicating the lost soul that was trapped under layers of somber shadows
Tormented by inner voices, sending evil thoughts to the cerulean ether
Until one day, woke up in the morning and asked for the necessary help
Life seems better, walking to a path that promises a better outcome
Forgiving and forgetting the setbacks, known as life journey lessons
Shedding the old self, to become a chrysalis, who spread the wings
Soaring to heights that transcend the cottony clouds of the sky
Free at last, the grandeur of the heavens , consoles my lonely soul
The voices of the past, transient now, escapes, searches for lost souls
My recovery was facilitated by a love stronger than my hideous past
A phoenix rises from ashes placing visions of euphoria and optimism in me
I have been reborn. No longer needing these wings of fine woven silk
I walk proud, happy, but remembering, the sorrow can come back
Not allowing it to return,I surround myself with love and self being
Be yourself, proud and true, being for others, is only a step back
into the past
Live for the here and now, the future will be what you wish it to be
Ability to trust again, to let down your guard, to love and to be happy
James Bagley and Nayda Ivette Collaboration
4-17-2016
I find myself compelled to write to you about the intricate dance we’ve been engaged in—a slow waltz of emotions that has left me both breathless and bewildered. It seems like reverse psychology has woven itself into the fabric of our relationship, doesn't it? You once sought my loyalty and love, only to retreat in fear when another man showed interest. And when you came back, hope rekindled in my heart, yet again you left, reminiscent of that same pattern.
You have become somewhat notorious for this art of reverse psychology, weaving in love while allowing those past wounds to create distance between us. It’s as if you are caught in a web of your own making; you love me deeply, yet remain unwilling to commit. The irony isn’t lost on me — the very love that draws me to you also creates barriers.
I see through the layers now, recognizing that my feelings are ensnared in this cyclical dance of your hesitations. I can’t help but wonder if this is karma for the times I strayed. Little did I know how much I would come to experience the echoes of reverse psychology, and how they would shape my emotions so profoundly.
With sincerity lingering in the air, I hope you consider what we could build together if you only let down your guard.
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words,
after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry."
— Mary Oliver
With pen in hand, I readily compose heartfelt lines
filled with aggregations of thought and emotion.
Verses that break chains that bind, setting me free
as if I were a shackled slave in the Land of Goshen.
Freed by my pen, I've been redeemed from the sea,
and each poem a litany, recited on a rolling wave.
Poetry is the seafaring wind that fuels my sails,
navigating me to exotic, faraway places I crave.
I'm unanchored without the burden of an albatross
tied around my neck when I choose to compose.
While tethered to a pen, I'm safe and kept afloat
in tragic times of mourning and sorrowful woes.
Rhyming romantic Sonnets stirs my sensual blood,
for then I am imagining being someone's treasure.
With the heart of a passionate poet, I take part
by scribing torrid scenes of fervor beyond measure.
Writing breathes anima into the chasms of my soul.
I celebrate my poetry as art, a revered tour de force.
Poetry is my source of equilibrium, joy, and peace
when life's adversities attempt to steer me off course.
November 28, 2022
Poetry is a Life-Cherishing Force Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
Today Dhara feels shelter-less
And Goddess of Learning, let down,
Learned, peerless men, patron-less,
King Bhoj having gone to heaven.
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Translation | 26.10.2025 | death, learning/education, king
Note: King Munj and king Bhoj ruled kingdom of Malwa in Central India during 10th-11th CE. Their capital was Dhara, today’s Dhar. Sanskrit scholar Kalidas happened during the rule of Bhoj. Both were learned men. Once, king Bhoj wanted to know how people would feel when he is no more. So, on an expedition he was declared dead. When asked, poet Kalidas wrote this shloka on dead king. What happens when the king returns? See the next verse. The transliteration of Sanskrit text is as under:
Adya Dhara nir aadhaaraa nir aalambaa sarasvatee |
Panditaam khanditaam sarve bhoja-raaje divam gate || Kalidas ||