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Nightmares

Memories of a haunted past
Lurk dangerously in my dreams
Like dark magic being cast
I am alone
Nobody hears my screams

I lay in bed, trying to sleep
Cautiously closing my eyes
The shadows dancing on the wall
Slowly begin to rise

Trees scratch my window
Rain begins to pour
My eyelids close
all goes black
I hope I do not snore

I am standing at the top
This skyscraper is high
If I don't open my eyes soon
There is a chance I may just die

Lost at sea
Nobody but me
No life preserver or raft
I have nowhere to flee

In the center of a gang war
I am on neither side
Twenty blood thirsty thugs
I know I won't survive

These dreams must mean something
But I can never tell
I'll keep having these nightmares
Like I'm entering the gate of hell 


:JP)Jared Pickett
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Premium Member Life's Drifter

For too long, I drifted, on the sea of time,
Presuming, in youth, that it had no end;
But, I was immature, and not bullet-proof,
With no infinite quantity of days to spend;

Within, I lacked impetus, to propel my craft,
For youth had been influencing my thinking;
As my life continued taking on more water,
I feared that my drifting craft was sinking.

Then out of the blue my great deluge came,
Leaving me inundated and without an answer;
I perceived my craft would surely capsize,
I was now an unsuspecting victim of cancer.

As I feverishly bailed, adding additional pitch,
I found a life preserver just for the asking.
All that was required, was that it I’d receive,
Since that day, in God’s light, I’ve been basking.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Petrichor and Plenipotentiary Amusement

I’m walking on sunshine,
slipping into the sparkling sea,
splashing the beach ball sun,

feeling warm and elated;
silk waters, as if in a womb
with plenty of room, coddle me.

dark waters, down deep;
the rays of the sun stroke my cheeks.
my feet dangle like jellyfish tentacles,

yet, as a human, I can become a raft,
drifting with the tides, tirelessly treading.
a ship comes along, another soul -

a stranger I might engage, but to kin,
I will release a wave, splash the sun
in their eyes, the ebb and flow of a

sunny kiss, and a rainstorm of bliss.
my fingertips like clouds, release
petrichor and plenipotentiary amusement.

a shark circles, in pretense; I sit
on a life preserver in the eddy;
I don’t want to come up for air.

Migos Bad and Buojee Remix

Usually no one f^cks with me when I'm with Susan
Im used to cuttting these dudes up into two pieces
Im into making major movies
everyhting bout Toni screams of blue cheese
baby beaware of new breezy 
even if you thinlk i'm still in hot pursuit wheezy
\yfk for your information they just arrested me for a blue warrant
my mom threw me a life preserver for 2 weeks
when she was out watching and seeeing movies
i was dining with jesssicas new B
Life sure have beeen difficult for two things
First my body hurts from cut scenes from due date
second im come back from where scarlet johansens ass was a new thing

Lady Atmosphere



         She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, 
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle wax trick or residue residing nowhere.
Heart's firework pinwheel blown 
by a wish everywhere
and summoned without lips service-
to neither Hades, Avalon nor Loch Ness, lore.

In her magic lies a silent non disclosure appeasment, 
a benediction like a life preserver of electric feel.
Her trinkets are cursed idols, in a pool of profoundness laid- imply at your feet, dewly spilled.
She sheds jade droplets of faceted
watershed moments,
strings them like pearls
to loose your balance on your
precipitated emotion.
She is "in the field"- set of runged abominations- 
of a fools notion.
Jade droplets of faceted conglomeration
bathed of precipitale- emotion- 
swimming your head like electric eel.

She is a storm brewing inside a jewel,
vagabond bauble non descript versing of
evident residual haunting your soul to steal-
new horizon, taunting virgin territory, with infatuation, lightning.

Underwritten page of felt covertly, subtly everything hunting, seasoned overtly sensory heightened display.
Moraed morals, moreover-sustained
of overlay fonting the atmosphere 
cover paged as she wears where she lays.

The sky, a distant dream in the ocean of her gaze,
Wind stripped bare in a pool of borrowed
rhymes swimming your head in amaze 
as we scramble for the right words to parlay 
in her charms way.

In her voice lies a silent romance
leaving more questions than answers in her wake,
as her moods shift, atelier 'steem-roller,
like runic winds
of intolerant display, mind, screen-controler.
Touchstones in a pool of profoundness,
sun ray sing song at hand after the reigns.


Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Righteous Life Preserver

June 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 128-135

Key Verse – Psalm 129:4 The LORD is righteous...

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY RIGHTEOUS LIFE PRESERVER
				
Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver 
While I walk by Your ways
Thank You for helping me enjoy the labour of my hands through the days
And making me fruitful with Your eternal pays---
I honour You for Your peace that wraps me with no delays.

Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver 
While I prevail by Your mercy
Thank You for letting me plow upon Your service with consistency
And allowing me to grow in Your sovereignty’s fervency---
I praise You for Your contentment that fills me with Your persistency.

Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver 
While I cry for Your answer to my supplication
Thank You for forgiving me of my iniquity and transgression
And watching for me with Your compassion---
I exalt You for Your joy accompanying my redemption.

Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver 
While I bow to Your dominion with my humility
Thank You for quieting me to behave in Your hope’s surety
And inviting me to come into Your tabernacle’s worship-beauty---
I trust You for Your sanctification that gives me purity.

Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver 
While I arise by Your strengthening
Thank You for clothing me with Your righteousness-refining
And upholding me upon Your truth’s reigning---
I depend on You for Your covenant which protects me from sinning.

Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver 
While I desire Your constant guidance
Thank You for satisfying me with Your provisions’ abundance
And bestowing on me opportunities for service-attendance---
I seek You for Your favour as I exercise pride-avoidance.

Lord God, You are my righteous life Preserver 
While I dwell in Your goodness
Thank You for empowering me along Your steadfastness
And moving me to abide in Your sanctuary’s blessedness---
I cleave to You for Your assurance of triumphant holiness.

June 18, 2023
Form: Rhyme

A Life Preserver In the Most Beautiful Form

on a cruise with my ex and her new man
i am here for our two kids and their smiles
i find a quiet place and listen to garnet mimms
my common sense punches me in the face
my stupidity laughs in my face
i look at the blue water and say a quiet prayer
that is when i open my eyes to the smoothest buttercream legs
i look up slowly and a smile that woke up the sunshine refreshes my self esteem
i forget about the stresses of my unwise choice and begin a conversation
guided by God, we inspire the moon to rise with a smile
the next day is departure day, but the beginning of a New Arrival Revival
instead of the ship sinking, it makes it safely to shore
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Blasphemer Blessed

Tympani, thy tyranny.
Prisoner of the noise:
Soulless is this symphony!
Deepen, O my ploys!

Tangled in an oak tree s roots?
Tide rushing in fast?
Succor, sailors? Little boots!
Life preserver, cast!

Where do pining poems go?
Carrion, feed thy crow.
All lost souls to heaven go?
Hell, thy rows to hoe.

Blessed are the blasphemers?
Not entirely, sir.
How the hungry tiger purrs!
Vision, now to blur!

Old diner, thy jukebox.
Play simple tunes for folk.
O Elysian fields, thy phlox.
Dinosaur egg, yolk.

But, in times of warning?
The panic bell is best.
Sweaters wool, thy darning.
Pirate treasure, thy chest.

Sorted out? Without a doubt.
World unfriendly, be.
Cursed demons, give a shout.
Sunken in the sea.

Hope, be with the poet!
Grant shelter to the bard!
Otherwise, you know it!
Fry deeply, O my lard...
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Bring It Home

Evil certainly plagues our world
Crossing boundaries, on the attack
Unacceptable actions against humanity
There’s no reason to stay silent
There’s no reason to submit
There’s no reason, no reason…
To turn our backs on values
To dampen love that we all need
Be willing to sacrifice
Spread love wherever you can
Build bridges with hearts
Hand another a life preserver
Give empathy where cries are heard
Discover wisdom within yourself
Be guided by light that starts in your soul
To shine on all the miles you travel
For you have a purpose…
And you have the will to choose
Be the light of a city in darkness
Like the stars across the midnight sky
Sparkle like the sun on waves in the ocean
Move with the tides…
Turn rocks with the currents until they are smooth
Reach the warmth of the shore and bring it home

Heidi Sands 

5/14/22

Premium Member soul fire

never call the kettle black
it shines inside and out
needs a polish now and then
perspective insight and action

miracles and blessings happen
when the time is right
and the privilege is granted

therefore I dived into the cauldron
a baptism of fire so to feel
and the magic potion sizzled

cold blisters of angst and resentments
vanished meta-morphed into the light

an inventory thorough cleaning
of the house that is my Self
a ruin of sorts it had been
rubble carnage wreckage
and I could not choose 
the colour of my rescue boat
the size or model of the life preserver

it would not have done to plaster over
the cracks in the pot
I could no longer attribute fault
reason or blame to others
it had to become an inside job instead
an act of desperation and gift of recovery

no one pushed me when I took the plunge
I forgave yet did not ask for forgiveness
became able to love and allow to be loved 

today I swim with hot passion once more
accept the good with the bad
found peace and moments of serenity
enjoy enchantment and gratitude

no witch craft at all
but a fairy tale story
narrated by a cauldron
of magical proportions

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