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I'm way ahead of the darkness that cast shadows
& there's no looking back when moving with his light
I'm light years away so even if you're walking by
I'm still way too out of sight
Crystal clear blue sight sees the waves way before
they reach gritty shores
I pulled anchors & set sail to see what this voyage
had in store
The answer for many of life's questions can be found
in deep waters you won't visit because it's cold
Too deep for the thin skinned but you must dive as
fortune favors the soul that's bold
I'm sold on this fact based on experience not vicarious
stories told to win
The wages of going to war with yourself can't be counted
but you're paid handsomely for the win
Immerse yourself in the battle & lock in for this is the
key to your elevation
I surmise that there's many counting themselves out
but this is a guess not summation
A hypothesis if you will as I don't know you, but the
joke is on you if you don't dive
Many hide behind masks of jest but the joke is on you
& your disguise
From a far, I was dazzled by your smile..
From a far, I was amused by that sweet laugh..
From a far, I was attracted to come over near..
From a far, You became the apple of eye..
Walking past a crowd of persons..
Eyes locked as I traverse to the path..
Beholding the gaze, unliking to break..
Excitement builds up, heartbeat thudding aloud...
Finally, We are face to face, unoicing the crowd..
Holding a quiet moment, staring underneath a smile..
I extend an arm, mindlessly falling to you..
Clamouring for your hand, squeezing polite...
Haywire, it might have been..
I do not care tor I haven't sin..
All attention focused fat not thin..
Mesmerized enjoying the romantic scene..
by: olive_eloi
22/09/2013
4:18pm
Midnight's mystery, she wears with grace
A black dress that hugs her curves in place
That makes my heart race,
Even by a lock, in her gaze...
Silky fabric, smooth as her skin
Invites my eyes to linger,
And sets my soul ablaze!
Her curves, a gentle slope, to manoeuvre
Make me wish to endure,
Than to subdue to her seductive way
As she moves, the dress clings and sways...
A whispered promise, of secrets untold
Unfold as my dream
That would be real, if the night,
Ended with at least just a dance
To quench my fright!
The dress, a shadow, that follows her form
A dark embrace, that accentuates her charm
A subtle rustle, as she walks by
A sensual whisper, that makes my heart sigh...
If only she would let me even
Touch her thigh, so that I'd be fine!
Her eyes, bright jewels, shining bright and bold
Reflecting the night, with a story untold
A smile, a living treasure of a tale to be told...
To hearts of men, that are cold,
Look! It's her that I adore
For she's my Cinderella
Not Angela the ballerina, we all know!
In black, she's radiant,
Vibrant as the glowing stars
That add color to my dark sky
In my lonely night,
For she lights up my world
Beyond words, I can live to write
Indeed the girl in a black dress,
You, I'll always think about
Even in the drought of a million years!
Approach me in a dance of love,
let distance play no part.
Embrace me in a pas de deux,
though miles keep us apart.
Two steps forward ... then 20 back,
your energy beckons me on.
Bodies fused, we touch the moon
and dance from dusk ‘til dawn.
We choreograph our inner fears
while seeking heart-deep healings.
Afraid to dance the love again,
afraid to bare our feelings.
A pause, our hands just barely touch,
Our eyes lock in a stare.
Too much? Too soon? Or not enough?
Then Destiny issues a dare.
Electric passion flows between us,
minds and bodies await our fate.
In Time’s ubiquitous continuum,
our spirits bond to celebrate.
Contest: The One Who Touched My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
In the ink of time I immerse my seconds of liquid silver,
the clocks with crystal tongues I lock in enchanted words,
to pierce into the cosmic chest of my astral non-being,
the star alphabet of existence that floats through the darkening ages.
on the magical Earth of angels who dance through the gates of the world,
the soul shines transparent through flesh of clear alabaster,
the silk knots of destiny unfold in rituals,
nightmares become dreams of rock crystal that gaze with golden eyes.
synthesizing the whole from essences, the pure beauty of mystery,
the diamond tear that flows slowly through blood of full moon,
the forgiveness that magically heals all the lost pilgrims,
the garden of memories that breathes perfumes of eternal rose.
the jade statue of infinity forged from marble dreams,
sapphire foundation of feelings that float in luminous ether,
the Orpheus who sings incantations for the world enchanted by notes,
my initiatic existence, populated by spirits of wisdom.
the angels dressed in robes of radiant aurora borealis,
dance ritually on the emerald stage of the sacred cosmos,
I, the one who receives revelation from the hidden mysteries of heaven,
my alchemical gift, the elixir that transforms everything into pure gold.
Chandelier drips through glossy frames
Its layer of tint sets a room ablaze;
And then, while glances are exchanged
Soft the passion heating warmth’s pace.
Two shadows lock in blind desire, when
Chandelier drips through glossy frames
Mouths consume a thirst unrestrained
As drops of steam reflect on panes.
The evening raw defies hours’ refrain
Surrendering to lust that throbs, as
Chandelier drips through glossy frames
Until one hue blends flesh and glass.
Sips of wine taste an afterglow
While ceiling lamp quivers to tame
Love’s whispered moans now ebbing, lo;
Chandelier drips through glossy frames.
Jajosh Ongado for nette onclaud's Metaphor: Crystal
9 March 2014
Fear a distressed emotion brought on by the belief that something dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat will occur. It only gains strength when you feed it faith. Growing into an outrageous ember, igniting every corner of hope it’s flames chase. It’s the unconscious decision to give up and for lack of better words, screw faith. But it’s in those moments we need to lock in, steady our ground, to again mount the horse of life before, untrue lies pull us back down. Using lessons as tools, from past trials that were fear derived. Turning them into hope as our hope is what keeps our faith alive. Some tracks are rocky, not always smooth.. If it was just flat, there would be no need for hope or faith within this life for flesh covered fools. It’s the hardships and heartaches that germinate our seeds, for faith, to bloom. I always lean harder into mine, when every other turn I manage to take, leads me to a dead-end, where fear and anger ruminate. It’s in those moments I beg for the spirit of uncertainty to relinquish my lack of faith, replace it with trust that everything, even on our worst days, will be ok just don’t invite fear to play.
Leave the statues where they BE.
They may not mean much to you or ME,
But they speak volumes to all about HISTORY.
If it's truth we SEEK, give history a chance to SPEAK.
Whether in DEFEAT or VICTORY,
Statues need not make anyone ANGRY.
They unveil both the COWARDLY and the BRAVARY.
So again, I say, let our history tell the true STORY.
Present generations need not WORRY
About the past but lock in the MEMORY,
Refusing to repeat the evil and the MISERY.
Yesterday, we NEARLY self-destructed in RIVALRY.
But for the Grace of God, there would be no LIBERTY.
Today, we must soon determine who's the real ENEMY.
And I pray we resolve our DIFFERENCES without ACROCITY.
And tomorrow, may freedom still ring from sea to shining SEA.
051522PSCtest, A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Rebirth atop the mountain tops I am
Seething the crops of my faith
I am banished from the garden
Amidst the open meadows of grace
Nighty darkness firefly solace
Hope is just so all- around us
Standing tall high on a mountain peak
Barefoot when newly washed cleansed dried feet
Sprig of mint-lavender essence iridescent sense in the air
red flags flowing blowing in the winds
Surrender my soul begins
A winning soldier lock in battle in this unholy war
Self started I refuse to defer (I just ignore)
In paradise mercy grace has washed me, cleansed me since
On that point I was rebirth, I was born again
DEATH ATOP A MOUNTAIN REBIRTH WITHIN THE CLOUDS
Amen
and again
Amen
11/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I was reared in ruins,
East London brick dust
on lard spread on bread.
Nobody had a ticket out.
My grubby figure
daubed by days of oil and dirt,
a boy by a railroad track.
Trains slid passed
screeching on pumping brakes.
People not from here
going somewhere else.
Once a little girl dressed
in posh clothes,
(I mean, not rough flannel),
jiggles of fancy ringlets
a clean hand waving.
My senses shaking
and shaken,
marveling at the beauty
of those that passed on by.
I told mother,
she shrugged not understanding,
maybe she had yet to learn
my train-yard language
She was a lock-in woman
& spoke only
as a long ignored dog would
if asked about
the meaning of life.