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Premium Member Hello Sweetie

Hello sweetie, I brought you some flowers
I'm the clown you lovingly call hubby
I know how it makes you all gushy and stuff
When we cuddle up all lovey dovey

It usually leads to some playful smooching
When we caress and I nibble your toes
Have I ever told you how much that excites me
Feelings of passion start to flow

Hope my panting and fussing isn't heard
By the old couple living next door
If they get too excited, they'll probably need
A defibrillator, their heart to restore

But let's get back to me and my sweetie
Smooching and hoochy cooing
It sure turns my crank, puts a tiger in my tank
Absolutely love all this hoopty dooing!



© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain


Born a Sacrifice

The classic tale Centuries-old
through self-owned reliance
a hero rises from the cold
But Within these chapters carefully hidden
Upon the pages where this story is written
Between the lines is the story untold
Of the acts of love
by the willfully forfeited soul

Born a sacrifice
Meant to be consumed
A life never lived
Born to be used
Created as a vessel 
To hold an elixir of love 
Collected from the wounds
of Shredded palms
That rest in the hands 
refusing gloves

Dripping now is the nurturer's light
flowing into the mouths
Of the ones emptied of fight
Stricken By hunger
And ready to die
Now Fully replenished
And brought back to life
They begin to Forge fables
Of a strength they found inside
And rising from the ashes
Upon the pedestal, they climb
The sacrifice forgotten
Lost within a selfish mind

In the chest of the sacrifice
Cruelly rests the hero's knife
The selfless lover
Cursed to survive 
the bearer of breaths
who mended their bones
And stitched their flesh
Born to forgive
Gifted madness
In order to live 

Upon the light to balance the world they feast 
From the chalice holding the elixir they drink 
Born a sacrifice 
Through empathetic eyes they see 
Those born an empath
Once called eaters of sin
Ache from your pain 
Without wearing your skin
Feel your soul
Without wearing your shoes
Takes on your shame
Carries your abuse
For your freedom they lovingly give
Every morsel of what makes them, them

A Century-old book bleeds a tale         
Upon pages forever soaked 
from the carvings of the sharpest quell
In Blood, a love story is wrote
Hidden between the lines dwells
The words ceasing to bespoke
Of the giver who always gave
And the hero who only took

Premium Member On Fertile Ground

Lilies plush, in coral-pink, titivate tidy yards
Swaying gracefully by manicured green lawns,
Alluring his glance there shadows dance
Where rabbits chase, and squirrels scurry by.

The lady in rocking chair, as always, says: hi,
Cheerfully poised, adoring red-roses rise,
Nonchalant of a poodle agitating on porch
Spotting a raft of ducks slowly, slowly cross.

He floats among clouds, his dreams amplified,
Buzzing amber desires in womb of eventide
Gawking fond musings that blush crystal sky
Lauding opaline aura glinting astral designs.

Ruminating jubilance, elated she’s feeling now
Lounging in thoughts by the pond in a park
As rustling winds imitate eve’s gilded sighs
Where she sits charmed, playfully beguiled, 
Greeting him lovingly, garbed in mauve smile,

Caressing impulses that blazing passions vie
When Adele’s lyrics emanate from Love Song
Echoing tunes of romance from a car nearby
Scintillating lambency of love in longing eyes,

As fervid night muses of fairyland rendezvous
Divulging clandestine clues of lush stellar hues,
Riveting gaze, she proclaims: darling, it’s true,
Up high on amorous sky, the moon feels it too.

August 17, 2021
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: On fertile ground
Form: Imagism

A Hearty Choke

She awakes each day to it.
She ate it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
She bathed in it.
She let it wrap it's postulating arms around her.
She made love to it.
She lovingly cursed it, and then realized it's tangible effects on her.
She'll forever remember the start of it.
It was at the beginning of her bastardly life, but then it disappeared for a short period of time when she was under the nurturing care of her grandmother.
It reappeared with her mother and was a constant companion down the languishing road of poverty, devastation, rape, and abuse.
It came with benefits; a craving for perfection, control, and paranoia.
There was those who tried to take it from her, offering her love and encouragement, but she love only it.
Even a fleeting moment without it, she felt broken .
There was those who tried to name it and handle it, but she knew their falseness and clung tighter to it.
She knew that it dined on her conscious and subconscious, yet she revel with the delight of it.
She was lost inside, it was a hearty choke, but she just didn't care.
      
      Written 12-11-06 copyrighted 2006

Premium Member I Was Unloved

I lived at a time, in my personal opinion, when the men in my culture were not the brightest. They preferred boys over girls but used the females to give birth to their pride and joy, their greatest delight. It was not enough to be less desirable in gender, but females had to compete with other females.

The Biblical record indicates that I gave birth to Jacob's only daughter Dinah and six of his twelve sons.  My mother's name is not recorded, but you know me as Laban's daughter and Rachel's sister. My name is not as common as 'Mary or Martha' but perhaps you know someone name Leah. If you do, then you will not mind taking the time to read about me, a lady name Leah.

Case in point. Rachel was my younger sister, and the two of us were given in marriage to the same man. I never held it against her as it was no fault of her own, but because of her beauty, I was not loved by our husband as was Rachel. In a sense, our drama was another form of the beauty and the beast. In other words, my sister was respected and appreciated, but I felt being taken along for the feast. Can you imagine how I felt that first wedding night when Jacob discovered that I was not Rachel?  That's right. I was used as a ruse by my father and rejected by my husband. Some things can only be healed by God.

God saw that I was not loved and over time, he moved lovingly on my behalf.                                                                            There might be a natural principle that says, "Hurt people hurt other people",                                           but there is a higher principle that enables hurt people to heal hurt people.                                                     One can rise above 'that loveless feeling',  that casted life of both parental                                                     and marital abuse. Sometimes we are categorized and treated as the 'least of these', but God sees us differently and allows us to rise like yeast. I was loved by God more than any parent or husband ever could.                                

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Premium Member Bella

Bella
       by Odin Roark

The air is cold
I wash the udder with warm water
Milking begins

Bella
So giving
Her liquid life ever faithful
Even as she bears aloneness
Day and night

Straw
An icy water bucket
Her only friends
Until milking time

Is there warmth and tenderness here
Does she dream at times
Fleeting memories
Perhaps sun on her back
Green grass between her teeth
Fly and mosquito agitation
Seasonal parts of her life

What of the calf
Once hers
Pressed lovingly against her legs
Warmth and tenderness
Enjoying fragrances only mother and child can know

I look up
Her brown eyes blink
Our mute conversation pauses
Both knowing another winter day
Has passed

She sighs
Memories rising from
Her heavy body
Driven beneath the cold
Deep into her sluggish bloodstream
Preserved in summer's hideaway

I stand
Stroking her large head
Scratching the roots of her horns
Rendering huge moist eyes to linger
We reconnect
Even though
We'll never know much of each other

Lifting the bucket of warm milk
I lean in and whisper
You are loved dear Bella
Truly

I step outside
Darkness sets in
Like the eyelid of despair
Closing without desire to open

At my heels
The cat tilts her head
Her tongue anticipating

Bella settles
Holding faithfully to
Night's ever promising pledge
Tomorrow's dawn will come
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member In the Morning

In the morning we pray,
Thanking God for the day
And for keeping us safely
As we slept through the night.
While we stretch and we yawn,
Praising God for the dawn,
We remember God’s greatness, 
His glory and His might.

At the noon of the day,
Pausing, to God we pray
And we thank Him for all of
The many gifts He gives.
He is there at our side,
Lovingly does He guide,
And He leads us to heaven
Eternally to live.

In the evening we pray,
Thinking back on the day
And the grace we receive to
Protect us through the night.
As we ready for bed,
Thoughts of God in our heads,
We remember His greatness,
His glory and His might.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Sweet Nothings

Snuggling up to me with words that endear
Whispering sweet nothings into my ear
Enchanting words murmured bring me such delight
Encircling my waist you hold me so tight
Tenderly kissing me before its time to say goodnight

Next minute you surprise me and get down on one knee
Open a red velvet box and then you propose to me 
Tears spring to my eyes and I whisper to you
How happy I’ll be when we wed and say ‘I do’
I lovingly look into your sapphire blue eyes
Now we share a kiss, our love we cannot disguise
Gently we embrace, you wrap me in your strong arms
Such a perfect night… I surrender to your charms

Sweet Nothings Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

11-18-17
Form: Acrostic

Rated R For Recovery -1-

Radiant people…walking down the 
Road of
Recovery…in the 
Recesses of my mind – let me try to make out a way to 
Remind you to never leave behind your peace of mind…
Really strange – I can
Read your mind just by your expressions pasted on your face. I’m not trying to look for attention…I’m not trying to impress anyone, so 
Race in your own track field…embrace the pride of your soon-to-be victory 
Roses collide from the hands of lovers, interlocking hands lovingly with precious light absorbed in their eyes; their hearts shining bright like the sun during the summertime…I drove myself nuts over something so
Ridiculous…now, people think I’m strange, complaining about being a professional on being a good typer…get
Rid of this stress that’s building up inside of me…I crumble into sand…believe it or not, I was that
Robust
Rock

Premium Member - Sparkling Oceans Apart -

You're a maiden so hot burning thoughts 
whom melts ice inside deep waves salted 
unfolding ocean swells kissing your feet 
For once spoke those hot lips the truth shining 

Sunshine pleasing warm beholding to 
one's eye golden crowned jewel beauty 
rainbow luster coloring pearl treasure 

It's giving off their beauty pure free 
that does not require something in return 

A lady whom pleases the heart warm 
Princess cut with deep class sparkling pure 
utopia's adorable sun rise 

How the body is heated and hear 
her echoing heart beat in the chambers 

Shining a future path dreaming ore 
every single moment precious links 
each one spent with you falling under spell 

Love is like pure sparkling magic gem 
unpredictable true and marvelous 


Magic silk covers batting eyelids 
enchanting soft lovingly flowers 
beautiful petals held within the shell 
Let the rose live forever and the sun 
shines always endless times glistening gold 





Written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne- Lise Andresen 
a co write in a 9/10 syllable count
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 



 - Thank you my friend Liam !

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