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1799 c.e.
Invading the privacy of Egypt’s estate,
Napolean and troops on their tippy toes,
Sweetly snatching the Rosetta Stone.
Turning it over cartouche style,
Lusting to surround Josephine, in battle.
Their royal names forevermore, amore…
Jean-Francois Champollion joined the duo in bed.
His hands glided, over three parallel scripts –
Hyroglyphic, demotic, and Greek; translation exotic
1978 c.e.
Princess Leia, a 3-D hero hologram
Parlayed with charming communication
She held a saint and a rogue in her sultry hands
Present Day in the bedroom of his royal highness
Egyptian tomb exhumed, enlightened, laser projected -
No protection from the spirit of matrimonial melee.
Dutifully terrified, damsel in distress; holographic mistake.
We used to click without clicks
We embraced and bumped fists
We killed time on the side walk
We saw each other just to talk
We used to ink passages
We used to sniff paper carrying messages
We used to wrap love letters in envelopes
We used to post them with trust and hope
We used to laugh out loud with joyous elation
We now laugh out loud with acronyms and animation
We used to walk to each other or phone
We now login, time out and we are gone
Our words get synchronised into digits
Our emotions picturised into emojis
Our thoughts desperate for another’s likeness
Our connectedness inspired by our biases
We are on different ends of a line
We are lusting for someone alike
We are slowly losing a grip of our minds
As we feed on prejudices and likes
Something about us has faded away into cyberspace
Something about us is trapped in a 6 inch screen interface
And we feel the loneliness, when the keyboard comes on
With the world at our fingers tips, oblivious of the fondness of a companion
We’ve captured the best of us for the world to admire
We’ve detached the rest of us, for what we’re enticed to aspire
How much of us can we channel from within
If we have lost ourselves on the touch screen
"LADY DEATH" ------Chaos!!!
Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthias.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.
Matthias allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.
A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns into,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.
Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.
Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A man's worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Overthrowing her one time dream.
Obsessed with his Lady'''
Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.
Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.
With the belief.
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women.. (LADY DEATH)
((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))
from the everlasting scrap yard of common decency
and the slaughter fields of raging battles never won
the stench of broken values rises in foul smelling loss
perfumed no doubt by the false values and belief of
glory fame power and victories of raging belligerence
for one goal or other and the wasteland of abasement
the cemetery has long been closed for overpopulation
instead landfill sites have replaced ceremonial plight
because remembering might cast a shadow of doubt
lest we forget the tragic blood shed and mutilations
foot soldiers and money lusting collaborators alike
would stand a chance of wielding humanity instead
of the overwhelming desire to kill execute and maim
dumping grounds and hazardous waste dumps have
replaced ceremonial remembrance of defeated trust
in humanity butchered on the killing fields forever more
worms devour shattered bones and vacant skulls’ remains
finish off what history buries in its toxic suffocating void
with only a few widows gazing at weeds and wilting poppies
orphans of wealth scramble at the surface and gather tears
that slide like slime and splattered brains down to their hearts
draped in rags the hungry vagrants have lost their appetite
while the grim reaper belches in flatulent satisfied reward
they tie a white flag so innocent that it remains invisible
chant a cacophonous melody as they inhale a final whiff
their loved ones died in vain and are unwilling to applaud
their henchmen and woman who cast their sword for death
and vitriol of marching onwards until ultimate surrender
but in tune to their own souls and deeply rooted disgust
they dig up the remains of sacrificed friends and former foes
gather in candlelight vigils and refuse to not fight for light
08th March 2021
In quiet glimpse I look at the shadows on the walls
By candlelight they move, as two make loving thrall
Undulations, gyrations as shapes dance in rhyme
Amidst the wanting moans, torso's quietly grind
The flicker of the flame shows off your porcelain skin
Churning butterflies disperse as you welcome me within
Your body I lovingly caress, my heart skipping beats
Closer to me you hold, our love shall not retreat
Sighs and joyous moans amidst lusting kisses
By candlelight we love, sharing sensual wishes
The flicker of the flame bows as we ignite
Now in darkened glimpse, spooned for the night
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-20.php
I just found out.....
Well, I don't know how to say it?
Would you think less of me
If I say just the way it is?
I thought I was a Macho man,
A rollicking Romeo,
A lusting Lothario, A libertine,
A Don Juan, A Casanova,
A raving stud, A flirt,
A prowling philanderer, A womanizer,
A playboy, A skirt chaser, A lecher;
But by golly, I am none of the above!
I found.....
I am .... Well, I am,
I am GAY!
Aha! Gotcha!! Not so fast!!!
I mean HAPPY!
I am a HAPPY MAN!
~A Brian Strand Contest.
"Make their jaws drop" contest by FJ Thomas
On our bed she sits
Laced, bare to her skin
Pouting lips excite me
Teasing begins
Her tongue tastes the air
In a lusting roll
Through the lace I see ripe
My heart extols
Each moment she moves
I capture a pertness so firm
My eyes in delight
As my body affirms
She bows her head
Turns and looks
As soon as I view
Entranced, I'm hooked
Towards her I walk
Slow steps at a time
Nearing her beauty
Admiring sublime
I stand before she
Man that I am
To my knees I fall
As I become her lamb
Hands meet skin
Touching with kissing
Eyes momentarily meet
Knowing their wishing
The lace I gently pull
Revealing tanned soft skin
Desiring now affects me
To love her from within
Our bodies gently meet
Side by side we face and kiss
Loving moments captured
It's time to grace our bliss
Silk sheets endorse our rhythm
As we release undulating waves
In unison we share
Our sensuous inner craves
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-12.php
Tears of such just this a random thought
Sadness or joys for the fleshy beating heart
Unseemly unseeking I'm not looking straight forward
Lamented chess piece ivory casted glass on the board now
In seeking my forwarded righteous mind now
Singled Godly unruly unholy
Where to buy to go around now to ask and wait process
Sets the scales of written text I'm blessed or cursed onslaught
To the point of giving transfer voluntary unexpected transfer yields
Yet the premise my emotional heart hardens I sieze take abruptly suddenly
Intense is mine hearts mind feelings of deepest affection intense joy
Turn yet the premise my feelings unguarded intent ardor passion sexual only desire
Surrender submission I to are equal higher power giving up easing all resistance
Too the point of taking deep darkening control commanding prevails
Embrace affectively close hold are minds arms in acceptance I support you
To the point of taking the unagreeable positions such side variant
In truths I am stated candor honesty genuineness validity
To the point of untruths entertain assertions decitful demoralized
Just so to avoid an punishment
Come us so together as a family a unit humbled by are Father's heart
Abuse, abated non comforting evasive indifferent
differences sense of separation tears of such
Just this random thought ROTATED consciousness POLARITY
My givings I shall bless you versus my grabbing you don't need gimme that
My love in deems so true agape sure versus lusting sexually only
My surrender submission for holiness do diligence
Cast me not domination over others
My embracing those the hearts ceasing war gathered and ending strife
My truths in me instilled in my soul by my Father God
My lies from someone's father the devil
I speak life gathering of all God's people all His Children
I rebuke all unwarranted senses of separations
In Jesus name
The only part of ROTATED Consciousness POLARITY I want
Is the JUST QUALITY OF JESUS HEART
11/8/22
FOR Rotate Consciousness POLARITY Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
As far as I can see
Reality pushed by fiction
Miss it
And it becomes an addiction
Consequently
I was cast to a region of softer absence
Following my trials, conquering my needs
Living life in high speed with no seat belt to fasten
Out here in the cold
Even my enemies wonder how I’m lasting
Picture a softer voice asking
No more as far as I can see
Survival in this area code
Consist of suffering to behold
A day I might look to grow old
At times I can see myself nearly explode
But I just couldn’t see myself
Fallen victim in this poorly lit corridor
And other than my viewers,
Who else would I put an end to this story for?
And in the end
Perhaps I can look for smiles to send
Who am I kidding?
I’m a child of pitiable grown men
This is as far as I can see
Forgive me for the harlots I lay within
I guess it was mother missed in friend
The flesh I kiss to mend
Lusting away the pain within
Intently I gaze upon soothing thoughts
Whispers, a fluent scent, assuming it was my fault
An outcast, not even orphans looked to see
Even as we were two of the same
Only as phantoms we looked to be
Nothing more as far as I can see
From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.
With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage from wings, arresting, so amazing.
Oh firebird, searing, sizzling, soaring, scorch,
Torrid your dazzling, craving fiery force.
You blister iron night like a blowtorch,
A fuming, fever unleashed from an innate source.
Transfixing terror, tormenting trusted truth,
Firestorm fervency awakened in sleep zones.
Fire wings of lasting, lusting, lingering youth.
Each breath covets and dreads your roaring cyclones.
Your infernal dance, your ardent limbic rapture
Descending, curling, exploding, and unfurling,
Brassy, flammable breeze is dream conjure,
Ascending, arcing, igniting in fine sterling.
Oh firebird, you rise from rudimentary wings,
From embryonic burnings, and larval aspirations,
From timid beginnings to radiant pinion waving,
with Inspiration, you bring her brother, Trepidations.
Date: 02/24/2022
Title: The Rudiments of Wings Sponsor: Edward Ibeh