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he would have known or suspected
that smooth beauty he kissed so often,
had a different side that he did not reach,
scales that glistened in the darkest of nights,
under the lights of distant stars and galaxies,
her smile had fangs when he did not see,
and her innocence was lethal when she kissed,
and her eyes could role to be pure white bobs,
when she was brewing her cunning schemes.
pink tongue in love, but forked in conscience,
He would have known or suspected that
she was an extension of Lucifer,
a damsel to trap the unwary and feed
them to the devil who waited in the shadows.
Adam and Lilith parted and why? we do not know,
but Adam was destined to be with Eve,
to be tempted and carry the sins of mankind,
and to create history that we know…
But Lilith is still around and
may appear as a man or a woman,
you may meet Lilith in your life,
you may know or suspect like Adam,
but you will never know for sure….
when you are in love you may not see
the fangs behind a smile, that are polished
by a forked tongue.
She is 98 and sweeps sweeps sweeps her patio away
Every day for hours
Arms wrapped around her broom
Bride groom
Lifted over the threshold of twigs and torment
She cannot see nor hear much farther than her own reach
For I wave to her from the yard next door
Call out her name Hello Lilith
But she doesn’t flinch
From her private dance with her skinny man
So I watch and hear her sweep
The shades of morning light and graying night
Into a tidy sense of order
Pinecones here walnuts there locust shells
Helicopter seeds and acorns
All the living debris from trees
Swish swish swish
While I nap in my backyard
Coming to love her little brushing and rustling of Earth’s stuff
Like I would if I lived by the sea
So on she sweeps
Sweeps the ashes of her World War II husband
Sweeps the advice from her many daughters
Sweeps her trips to the vineyards of California
Sweeps her classroom of second graders
Sweeps that time she parachuted
Sweeps her affair with The Senator
Until one morning I noticed silence
I went over and found her lying face up
Her broom next to her
Just out of reach
She says “Oh my, Bob” to the clouds and my face
“Could you lift me up and tell no one please?”
Up we go arm in arm
Hug each other for a very long time
As the nuts and leaves shake wild and free
In a snare of breeze
Beneath
Our tiny waltzing circle of feet.
Written By: D. Collins 12/25/24
Adam's equivalent came a long time before Eve.
Born not from a rib, but from dirt and seed.
God gave her the right to be the first one.
To expose her religion and what it's done.
They wrote her out of the Bible way, back when.
Filling in the truth, dominated by men.
She reminds me of Granny, upfront and outright.
Where nothing's going down without a serious fight.
Through Popes and Pimps, Lilith no longer exists.
But she's the kind of woman I'd teach my kids.
She wouldn't bow down to any threat from man.
Read the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament.
"La forêt interdite"
In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the
better part of my
night and day
playing your
naked mind
o’er my heart
The Shrew
a wilding to
be tamed, a
coaxing coquette,
bids come
now,
pluck my
Golden Chord
Insolent
I lay spread
before you
an alter
set to
bow your head
to kiss
the place of
wanton worship
between
the pages
of my
unfurling
forbidden
Lilith
Forest
Blushing
Blooms of
Jade and
Blue
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"La lune contrôle les marées et vous contrôlez mon coeur"
"Amour qui déplace le soleil et les autres étoiles"
" Le Baiser " / Jean-Louis Murat
https://youtu.be/1QMI2DPgtbM
“As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night
turn up to the returning sun
and spread their petals wide
on his new warmth and light -
just so my wilted spirits rose again
and such a heat of zeal
surged through my veins
that I was born anew.”
“I care not where my body may take me,
as long as my soul
is embarked
on a meaningful journey”
“Come follow me, and leave the world to its babblings.”
1. Lyrics: Le Baier
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/jean-louis-murat/le-baiser-84
Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
Poetry, a patsy mourner here, would you be the churn?
Tamanna Ferdous
I cared for the beauty spot , her left trickle salt takes oath there in bittersweet chime
The smile and the smile line , a mystic rhythmic rhyme.
Her smile and the wind catcher , assonance, anaphora , anapestic and the trochaic, as 100 hair fall after a comb
The streak of moonlight, a droplet of beauty , submerged in homesickness, border less and home , in exile home.
Her toddler fingers , gone yesterday, broth of a messed later , growing up
Modulation and a flight of a tune, a journey to rhythm back to the rhythm , superb
Poetry that bits with heart beats and peaces , will you break free to tame the words, misfit, they are gods' hands ?
In glum, in tears , rejuvenation of the easier love, the placid affluence and all right throughout the caravan of timely rounds..
I adore you, I breathe into thee, homegrown soil, my distraction, my homeland, that forced to zoom out to Babylon, tragedy
Phantom would lure me to cuff again into the evangelical oxymoron, key mono-Lilith to polymath-a Murfreesboro prodigy
The fathom of the salty water step, and Soho, and an easy simile
They static, they enigmatic and they empathetic , not for, anymore, than seely!
Copyright Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2025
I’m ~love drunk on desire~
and feel as if I’m swinging,
legs
dangling,
from a crimson crescent moon
that can even
~seduce the stars without a script.~
See me here.
I’m a longing
scintillating Supernova
in a sky of Prussian blue
trying like a tantalizing Lilith
to tittilate you.
Will you join me in
my ~fever of fixation~?
Blaze for me
like planet Vulcan and
~melt my tears into your sweet fire.~
Shake the sky
that I’m wobbling in
as I ride my passion crescent moon.
Set me to t
u
m
b
l
i
n
g
the way the clouds
~spill a thousand secrets~.
Send me at long last
into your spinning orbit
which I burn for
as do holders of
those thousand cloud-tossed
scarlet secrets.
Entwine me in your arms.
I want to twirl and whirl
inside this night of indigo with you
til each and every star
has flickered out
in
to
o b l i v i o n
(Word encased by ~ symbols represent prompts in the contest)
In the midnight garden
Where the dweller's in-between parallel worlds
Hide
Within just another brief mystery of time
Like written in the first book of Adam and Eve
Or maybe even Lilith
We ran wildly and carefree like Huckleberry Fin
Into that old world's beautiful Sin
But now
Angels don’t play Harps
Where I now lay
As I both laugh and cry
Night and day
For like in the
APOCALYPSE OF MOSIS
I no longer breathe
For in the end
Everyone loses
Lost beyond the light barrier
Lost between two ages
I now stand in front of these great
White Gates
Of the Master of all Hidden Places
I still whisper your secretive name
You know
Phanuel
Praying inwardly it carries
My silent words to you
Wherever you go
As I alone
Walk the lone trail
To the Last Circle
Using my worn bible
As my guide
Since my love still
Lives
There can be no magic without tears
Some say
No love without experiencing
Tragedy
For are we all but masquerading as angels
Goodness and light
For all to see
But in our deep inner core
Those who can see
Know the deepest of
Such truths
And it’s why I still search
These Great Lands
To find just
Thee
It may be a new murder by
Rejection
As I now knock
The long deep knock
On these great white gates
Lullabied as I wait
By the hidden chords of time
Remembering when You were just mine
But like all the dark mysteries
Connected with the Holy Grail
Maybe this time around
I won't just fall on my knees
Buckle under and fail
Maybe you'll appear
And open up these great gates and lead me away
Copyright John Duffy
This name derives from the Hebrew “penû'êl / peni^y ‘êl,” meaning “the face of God, facing God.” Phanuel is the name given to a possible fourth Archangel in the Book of Enoch after Michael, Raphael, and Gabriel.
"Envelope"
We knew what we were about
when we signed up
the other side of the mirror
mothers become gods
for a short while
and perhaps
long after
what servant is man
when he believes
he’s as big a god
in the realm
of playing children
lost for a time
in Bedlam
forgotten
sunk in the idea of building
something better, drunk on
below depth power
another's mindfield sucked on
like marrow from the bone
errant property lost somewhere
in that runaway train
women have always
held the Circe key
golden apples 3
before a goddess
unbreakable power held
within
true strong queens
locks
never guarantee
safety
and doors
sometimes disappear
in the undertow
invisible
drowned
and
envelopes
closed portals
don’t open
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Lilith" / Halsey
https://youtu.be/arSQHqPqxx8
LYRICS/ "Lilith", Halsey
https://genius.com/Halsey-lilith-lyrics
The first independent woman
created by God from dust,
and placed in the Garden of Eden,
turned into a hot fiery female of fantasy.
The first wife of Adam,
she got banished from Eden
for disobeying his masculine domination.
In revenge the instinctive incarnation of lust
morphed into a night monster
for men to be spitefully allured, led astray,
and a child-killing witch,
strangling helpless neonates
with her enchanting golden hair.
The primordial fiend of serpentine seduction,
the first cohabiter of man,
Lilith, epitomized untamed power image,
embodying the forceful female archetype
of malevolent rebellion, evil empowerment,
and potent pursuit of feminine freedom.
When r e a l i t y feels like
a poisoned paradise,
trapped in a claustrophobic cave,
strangling my spirit
with ice-cold claws of fate,
I close my fatigued eyes,
attuned to the mellifluous
flames of the moon-wings,
detached from the gravity
pulling me six feet below,
chained to a casket of chaos,
adorned with obsidian roses
clothed in ghost-veils of Lilith,
as this onyx heart
screams in silence,
longing for an ethereal escape,
where every song I sing
is no longer a tattooed mistake,
to the eyes that feel not
the burden I wear in resilience,
to the ears that heed not
the truth I speak
in hushed tones.
I am the storm of tranquility,
whirling through
warm winds like delicate dandelions,
drifting in the darkness~
an untamed asteroid
to your eclipsed breeze.
Forgive my bleeding ink,
for I choose to flee
from this sulfuric sphere,
testing my patience
while the seething sun
tortures my sanity,
burning lifelines breathing
within my splitting skin.
Yet I still remain
an unrestrained distraction,
skating upon Saturn’s rings,
steeped in sakura smoke,
exhaling toxic fumes of twilight tremors
into the vast blue ether,
drawing layers of lethal lies
from the dark sorcery sprouting
through hemlock roots,
as I sculpt paper boats from
pages of disappointments,
watching them ferry my demons
through methane lakes~
mirroring memories,
as melancholic mists engulf
my bones in volatile violets,
drowning me in endless waters
rippling with twisted topaz,
and scorching salt.
So let the tempest of life
unravel doleful desires,
entwined in the
whirlpool of doomed destiny.
I am more than a caged nightmare~
tonight I float with my shadow,
through astral projection,
abandoning the hellish embrace,
to drink from the citrine cup
of lithium serenity,
that numbs the p a i n
of existence, forevermore...