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A euphemism! I? That I do decry!
Why the very word does imply
That I would ignore, omit, pervert…
If only to prevent some hurt.
Well, let me speak out forthright:
Search thoroughly my ways as I might
I truly must express some doubt
That a that is what I am about.
The purveyors of confusion
Suffer from a big delusion:
‘Lest anyone think I am unfair
I will look into it, that I swear.
Of all the words that I may rend
Lest some of you misapprehend:
It is quite uncouth, and not so grand
To replace the truth with something bland.
I am no cosmetic, that I vow.
I simply put a smoother finish
Upon the face of things, somehow
To enhance, but not diminish.
When things are not so peachy keen
My words can keep things bright and clean.
I ply those gears which do not quite mesh
With unguent words that do refresh.
One charge which will not bear any fruit
Is that I do circumlocute.
My words such a charge does refute:
I tell it straight sans substitute.
For those who think I do mislead
‘Tis clear my words they do misread.
When what I say is scarce obscure
Why is their translation so impure?
Some suggest, my words to defeat
Are oft effete and incomplete.
Should I really have contrition
For occasional omission?
I think I will withhold comment.
Controversy I will not foment!
Believe me, I will not attempt
To discuss things beneath contempt.
When onyx skies bleed
rhinestones etched in regrets,
follow the silence;
Unsung sonatas
cradling watercolor spells
woven with magic—
from violet blaze,
beneath mulberry gloaming,
where dark poets rhyme.
But when summer rain
falls upon metal steel hearts
in cashmere cadence,
Listen to the breeze
swirling sunflower secrets
of forlorn fervor.
Amidst lavender
longings for pearlescent bliss
on glistening vines.
For even chained doves
think in dulcet runes that glow,
drawing moonlit dusks
Whilst saffron sunsets
with electric quills of faith
release healing ink.
But can scribbles veil
fog of doubt, when astral signs
mislead the naive?
Is "trust" a lost star
waning in a labyrinth
of mourning roses?
and "hope" a myth of dreamers?
~The Savior Is Near~
(Jewel's Rule)
Jesus is near
With him there's nothing to fear
He's returning any time
Lords love sublime-
Return prophesied
Don't let the devil mislead
Christ's love, salvation, world need
Lord wants to lead
Bible should read
Spread Christ's love, peace, plant good seed
Fear nothing if Lords with you
His loves so true.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2015
August.17.2016
- “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Revelation 1:8 (NIV)
-For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 4:16-17 (NIV)
-Behold, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him, even those who pierced him, and all tribes of the earth will wail on account of him. Even so. Amen
Revelation 1:7 (NIV)
- “But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only
Matthew 24:36 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
The " Jewels Rule" is a poetry style created by Chazz Combs.
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight,
Their beauty blazes like sunrise through a screen,
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
From broken dreams, they claim the throne of night,
Their fragile love,both curse and silent mercy,still unseen,
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight.
The shy one heals what cruel men disunite,
Her deep kindness flows where bitterness has been
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
Seducers chase the flash of skin, forget the light,
Of souls that shimmer deeper than the surface sheen-
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight.
She bore his name, his child,the bruising bite,
And smiled through storms jealousy deemed obscene.
When twilight's hush arrives, the lovers slip from sight.
Yet even strong spirits bear the world's weight,
And fade beneath the hunger of the worldly scene-
Sing my anthem for these sun-kissed women's plight
When twilight's hush arrives,the lovers slip from sight.
To Santa, from frosted lips to your ears
Forgive my tree, stick with limbs held with gum
Understand I haven't written in years
Been married to my filled bottles of rum
I've forgotten all the names of your deer
And can't remember when I've seen your sled
They claim you live in the Northern Frontier
Some people say you may even be dead
In case you aren't, I have sent this letter
Hope you are alive and get it in time
So you can make my Christmas better
And I don't have a chimney to climb
The day is not far and your gifts I need
Present of bottled rum, thirst I concede
Present of bottled rum, thirst I concede
To drink with my neighbor in the moonlight
I stole her lawnmower, lies to mislead
And took all her tools to sell them outright
Forgive me Santa, as I have no yard
And sold all her stuff at the corner bar
Plead the fifth if you ask about her card
I wanted to buy a six string guitar
I've confessed, so put my name on your list
I'm a thief and liar, to you I write
And ask for presents, of which I insist
My gift of rum on your long Christmas flight
Fly Santa fly, with your brilliant red sleigh
To share all your presents on Christmas day
To share all your presents on Christmas day
Brings joy to children, new toys to have fun
Leave gifts beneath their trees, so they can play
Forget about all the things that I've done
The dreams of the youngest are the most pure
As they leave cookies and milk in candlelight
They believe in you, your presents for sure
Their Christmas morning is filled with delight
Leave my rum on the floor, next to the door
Have a drink if you want because it's free
A good cheer to all the deer you adore
And share your gifts with kids to bring them glee
So allow them to sleep without any fears
To Santa, from frosted lips to your ears
Not an easy thing. Subjective and birth blind
Trusting all your instincts. As you read between each line
Listening carefully as you engage in light discourse
Watching every movement, as each word does deeply course
Through the icy veins of those whose choices, have proven to be selfish, lacking in remorse.
Bewitched so long ago. Breathless with each tender kiss
Seduced with every evening gown, clinging softly to jagged cliffs. Unable to resist.
Different lives unfolding as the distance between us grows
Beauty fades. Stamina wanes away from conflict and unknowns
Gazing across a table, who’s offerings are fit for all kings
Your loyal subjects bow their heads in servitude
As your guests so graciously received
Till death do us part. And so must it be
Enduring every uncomfortable moment
As time takes much pleasure, twisting each thorn thrust inside
Entanglements entertained with thoughts of grand conquest
Blindly mislead by affections you’ve carelessly caressed
Some of them dare accept invitation, only to wither while in place
Just to look upon in contention. That some feelings still remain
Till death do us part. And so it will be
When a casket is slowly lowered, and one’s soul is forever freed
I thought blood was no longer thiker than water.
But that's not the matter.
Even that who calls you honey,
Will run away when you have no money.
Listen to me yee!
Not in anyway will I mislead thee.
Build a rapport.
Your kins need your report.
Let your mother be your accomplice.
She always know how to accomplish.
You can always use her as an alibi.
Remember tha time she sang you lullaby.
You have those you call comrade.
But I tell you they'll come and raid.
That day when you'll go.
They'll come eat as they go.
They'll praise you during the requim mass.
But those will be the words of the mass.
Your kins will sing the dirges.
As your gang act as your judges.
Do not be a city boy.
You life will be a bouy.
Go back to the village.
Do not cry much about the milage.
Your village people needs you.
Once you go to the village you'll get a ewe.
But I tell you, you need them more.
One day you grave will need a mow.
Heed to the words of an erudite sage.
Do not judge by looking at the age.
I put this message in words.
Take this to the entire world.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
The Guys
(For J & J)
By Franklin Price
10/26/2015
I'm here to tell the story
About a couple guys
May mislead you just a little
But won't tell you any lies
They really loved each other
To be together for a life
Thought that they would tie the knot
Become a husband and a wife
Wondered who would wear the pants
Who would clean the house and cook
They both had jobs they wanted
Would do anything it took
Should they keep their love a secret
From the bosses at their work
Some frown on guys who marry
One of them might be that jerk
They took the leap and did it
Damn what other people think
Said their vows an I do's too
Popped the cork and took the drink
After many years together
Still look into each other's eyes
She took his name so long ago
Since then they've been the Guys
I'm not sorry I misled you
By now you've realized
That for this story the G in guys
Should be always capitalized
Rummaging streets in darkness,
sob caught my awareness,
I paused a bit in anticipation;
then, I noticed a girl sitting
upon a sewerage, I moved to ask
what harm her ecstasy.
I married my hubby a few years
ago and I once have a
twins daughter, but they died after
three weeks they were born.
Days after, my man broke his vows,
I woke as a female in his hand.
He used his mouth like
that of parrot to mislead me.
I was ultra besotted with
him, is as the sky and celestial
objects. I yield to all his
utterance. He told me to put
aside my learning, a
year to end my S.H. grade.
Though, I should have
Learnt handiwork, but he
convinced me It is time
to get married. He would
be the dimple and smile
within my cheek. I'm the ocean,
he is the wave upon, he
would stand by me; I should
not fear and he would be
everything. They told me those
days, but I am a Deaf, I even
fought them for not let me do my want.
Now, peace elude my air,
I'm hanging around at night.
He sent me out to my
parent whose my habit
toward them then,
was like a cat and mouse.
I should be the one to die
instead of the innocent infants.
8/20/15
Non-fiction.
Together with princess Mystic Rose.
Don't live or die for a leader
Live or die for a good cause
Don't be mislead by fervor
That instigates the applause
A just world for everyone
Is the politics for me
Where people are all valued
Not by race or by some creed
Don't follow someone blindly
who preaches supremacy.
There is no "us" versus "them"
We're part of humanity
Follow leaders who want peace
not demanding sacrifice
of your freedom, home, and life
who themselves won't pay the price
Follow those who lead the way
At the front of every crowd
who instill in every heart
a good reason to be proud
A leader who wants what's best
at home and for those abroad
A leader who understands
That we're all children of God
Leading is never easy
By example one must show
What it means to be noble,
heroic in face of foe
Be careful who you follow,
for that reveals who you are
A leader's only human
Don't make him into a star
He has his flaws and foibles
Nobody is above blame
Unless you think he's like God,
at some point he'll bring you shame
My advice is so simple
Follow One who's best of all,
For His name is Jesus Christ
With him you will never fall
He led by His example
A servant, though a true King
He saw no class or gender
A new kingdom he will bring
He never disappoints me
My Leader, Savior, and Guide
Political agenda?
To always be by my side
I pledge my heart's allegiance
To the One who died for me
I'll follow my great leader
Now and through eternity.
Eileen Manassian