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The soul wanderer reached a lower realm
He was offered Siddhis, women and wealth
Love suffused heart, having God at the helm
Saw ego’s serpentine approach in stealth
What avail power, when God search our aim
Why pander to lust, since life ebbs away
Once enlivened by bliss, we’re not the same
Rapture by day and night, that’s here to stay
Ensouling mind-body, love flame steady
Joyous soul entwines with Holy Spirit
Gong of truth within signals we’re ready
To plunge in the void and reach the summit
All’s enabled when desires we let go
Renounce oh hermit, cravings of ego
11-April-2022
Notes: https://www.yogapedia.com/definition/5172/siddhi
Cicada shell needed discarding, fast
Desperately ready for what she will become
Stepping rapidly out of her pitchy past
Towards freshness, her chance to succumb
Wavered mirage solidified as suitable man
Opportunity usually slashed with cruelty
Sigrid's vehemence needed a complete ban
Skin uncovered to reveal her new duality
Kind intentions filled fault lines, offered aquit
Approaching face to face day stirred her
Softer side on show, finally primed to submit
Pleas to release rancid shield heard her
New page turning requires vibrant virgin title
Her odd request, capable Ace conjured
Renewed endurance from Libby arises vital
Crowned with liberation, love pondered
Dazzling effect flung her mortality's motions
Scope to partake in romance unafraid
Libby's demeanor walks as waterfall, potion
Christens her effusive decision made
17th September
~~Paper or Plastic~~
I went to the doctors the other day
an embarrassing problem some would say
I cannot stop a tinkle when I walk
and it causes me problems when I talk
I dare not laugh I told him so
he answered don’t worry it will hopefully go
Until then you need some protection
I have this underwear selection
He offered me a pack of panties;
will you choose a set of these please?
I looked at them I was amused
I could not think of which to choose
I read the labels rather quick and noticed the choice:
Paper or Plastic.........
Well with horror I thought of plastic underwear
I would stick to every plastic chair
If I wriggled around for a start,
I’d probably get a static spark
The chaffing would be so abhorrent,
if I accepted some of these plastic pants
I looked then at the paper ones,
but wondered what if I had the runs?
Can you imagine the mess I would be in,
I couldn’t put soiled ones in the bin
This choice I thought is not for me,
I will just learn how to walk, and not pee.
I spent my day shopping for rubies
for my Mommy who wished to mate
misheard though because I was small
asked for boobies instead for her date
the vendour asked me how many
I replied I only had money for one
he offered two small ones instead
in that way cost would not overrun
silicone or saline he wanted to know
water goes well with my rubber duck
I’d like them squeaky please dear Sir
but I can’t say what rhymes with suck
they go with shackles or do they not
would you kindly wrap this small gift
she said about suspense or suspenders
the present has to give her face a lift
then I need two rings but have little dosh
a stud is what she called Dady at night
ripple rings the two have also mentioned
but are the two tit offerings watertight
must not wet sheets when evening comes
they tell me off when I pee in my pajama
threaten me with going back into diapers
by the sound there is enough adult drama
cash or plastic the shopkeeper enquired
but you mentioned sodium chloride solution
plastic is like rubber and they’re not using any
and in any case there is quite enough pollution
here is my piggy bank for payment trick or treat
I give you that and can throw in some lubrication
from the night stand to oil this smooth transaction
now I must rush not to miss this eventful occasion
oh one last thing or am I pushing your pleasure
I think Dad needs a penal extension or a trembler
for when he runs out of steam in hot shot pursuit
this party is a treasure hunt they’ll always remember
09th July 2020
Last night I met a gypsy girl,
Temptation was her name.
A breathless brazen beauty,
a drop-dead gorgeous dame.
I went to get my fortune told,
ten dollars was a steal.
This magic mystic mistress
began to play reveal.
Her gypsy dress fell to the floor,
those red lips cast a spell.
They whispered wicked warnings,
then on her knees she fell.
She purred, she arched, she hypnotized,
my legs just turned to stone.
Her frenzied fleshy flaunting
caused blood to conquer bone.
She crawled toward me on all fours
so ripe my mind did peal.
That silky sultry sex slave,
my body ached to feel.
A razor blade between her teeth
made short work of my clothes.
Her tempered tasteful teasing
finished where ardor flows.
Still paralyzed but craving more,
she swallowed my desire.
Her lavish language, luscious!
An all-consuming fire.
She laid me down onto my back
then turned her world around.
This willful wanton woman,
she offered me the mound.
I dived until I found the pearl,
her pleasure dome, my teeth.
Both fighting frenzied forces
while pleasure reigned beneath.
Our fervor flared, lit up the night,
consuming both our souls.
Our rampant raging rapture,
forever I'll extol.
She somersaulted onto lust...
a tear she did allow.
Her pounding paving pathways,
endless fields to plow.
I'd pounce upon a fling like that,
Alas... Twas but a dream!
My hardened hunger's harnessed.
temptation made it scream!
Grandpa reindeer were excited to watch the annual Christmas dance.
You should see my grandson twirl and kick and spin and prance!
This was from Prancer who knew this might be his last chance
To see the annual competitive reindeer Christmas dance.
Dasher and Donner shared a grandson, named Dabbity Booze.
He could clog the tails off the other reindeer’s blue suede shoes.
They were in the front row, sharing a laugh about today’s event.
Vixen thought his granddaughter’s dance was heaven sent.
Dancer still fancied himself the best reindeer dancer of all.
He came sliding in, gave a bump and a grind and started to fall.
Comet laughed his petootsie off, which was not very nice.
Cupid offered the rest of the reindeer a warm pizza slice.
Blitzen was the only reindeer not showing up this year.
He has contracted Alzheimer’s now, the poor old aged dear.
The competition was a success, the grandchildren did fine.
At the end they included their grandfathers in a fun congo line.
I can’t although I try
to go it all alone
I wish to feel God’s pleasure
but my heart feels like a stone
Jesus patiently waits for me
He doesn’t beg me for my time
I misuse the days God gives me
believing that they are mine
All my moments yes are numbered
one day I will come to my last
Everything I want so badly
will be left in the distant past!
When I stand then before You Father
at Your throne I will confess
“I Knew You offered me more
yet I chose a path with less.”
So before my breath is taken
I relinquish my free choice
My own way is self deception
Now I’ll listen to You’re Son’s voice
For my path You have chosen
narrow and traveled by to few
It leads me to You Father
Your Bible verses they are true
Wisdom will be my chariot
lovely Hope will be my guide
Faith and Love true companions
but left behind will be my Pride!
Tonight I will not write
of stars, nor moon,
seeds of wisdom--
just mind flattering
bloom--
Nor will I write of love--
neither here nor above;
though our dearest
sentimentality, the heart,
too often foolishly enacts
its own fatality;
and if I decide to write
(which I have not yet)
it will not be the common
dark vs light--
No, not this, low, literary-fruit
will I harvest, arm and lather;
pick high and low to gather--
likewise, I will divest of
good angels vs evil counterparts--
my rules, my pen; therefore, for me,
some spades can be clubs,
and all pointed diamonds I declare
are now well-rounded, suitable, hearts--
Nor will my Poetic-theme
be of great, vast seas;
nor smaller phrases
of streams—the writer’s
usual surge to roar
that calms to a sleepy bore….
and certainly not
will I write about depth
of self esteem--
the shallow image of self
often incapable of
of deep, worthy gleam;
though seldom do others
see us mere puddles
as we to ourselves
are wrong to deem
(though never approaching
the great-self,
alas, most of us
will only let dream)--
so, tonight, self for me will rest...
and if brought to theme
it will only be for rhyme, my easy best;
Oh! That Poetic Shopping-cart:
shelves of prose! Aisles of mesmeric gleams!
like Poe’s mystic schemes--
clouds feeding voraciously off headless peaks—
those fantastical shoulders we desperate writers
must climb if to find our lofty seeks--
all creative mind’s begging for such volcanic leaks—
No! I will not pontificate on these, for the best programmers
many do still believe are little more than
Charlatans or geeks--
Nor as subject will I attempt the Divine;
our soul’s hope to progress, as wine,
to some vintage state--though, without tasting,
when compared to life’s offered new...
such abstaining, perhaps, not worth
the spirit's residue--
Nor will I attempt metaphors yet more mysterious--
maybe, even delirious; though often told
such intoxicating views, like the morning dews
can be practical lifesaving for both greens and blues--
sadly, such pasture-valleys thoughtless men
have turned to breathless, rat-infested alleys;
No! Tonight
should I decide to write
I will write of other things…
I will write...hum….
I will write… simply, Goodnight….
A single ray shone light through a knothole and anchored his thoughts
At daybreak for the spider-web’s shadow enlightened the beach hut
Tim had lived in a mansion but hardship had unburdened his soul
He was happy because the sun had risen once more over the waves
Time for reflection prayer morning and gratitude in solemn meditation
Nature had given him sight while thick lenses made up for short vision
A glimpse in the day of a sea faring poet
Like driftwood he floated in his quiet mind
Mist ascended as he cleared misgivings and screaming resentments
A ship’s foghorn reminded him that he was able to hear and to listen
It seemed only yesteryear that he had crafted an old-fashioned ear trumpet
From a magnificent sea shell gently covered in iridescent mother of pearl
He paid attention to his small surroundings enchanted by sounds of the tide
An inner world of contemplation followed the shore line straight to his soul
A silent reminder for a washed away scribe
Like whispering chants of today and tomorrow
He licked his lips and tasted salt and the voyage towards freedom
Embraced sea weed small pebbles and fragments of innocent time
Finely ground sand caressed his foundations and rooted his passion
Balanced roots of adventure with a medley of fragrance’s scent
Sea gulls guided his awakening in his modest harmony’s shelter
In his heart he touched a dolphin roaming the cusp of his being
Tim could be whatever he wanted as long acquiescing
Auspicious thankfulness to tame misguided intemperance
Content with what once had been and was and might be or not
He stepped outside into a realm of lightness and nourishment
Gathered what the ocean offered and collected tinder and planks
Wreckage from riding the crest too ambitiously and close to the wind
Kindling was generous and kind to him on this fine passionate morning
And fire burst into life crackled surged and sputtered and never went out
He had vowed to live on terms of beginnings and ends
Until night would fall for eternity and one final breath
22nd July 2019
When sin entered Lucifer’s heart,
the war against God he did start.
Why should angels be ruled by law
when in them could be found no flaw?
Satan offered a lawless realm
If they would help him take the helm.
A third of the angels took the bait
and were thrown out of heaven’s gate.
Against God’s Law, Old Satan fought
when through the serpent, sin he wrought.
He offered Eve a life of ease,
“Despise God’s law, do as you please.”
“Do as thou wilt, free from all guilt.”
is the creed on which Satan built
his rebel kingdom here below
as he walks on earth to and fro.
In schools today children are taught,
to rid their mind from thoughts of ought.
Follow your heart the youth are told
do as you please, be brave and bold.
Popular songs promote this creed
and Hollywood stars plant the seed.
Aleister Crowley’s evil books
guide what the industry cooks.
Sin has defiled the human heart,
So, man is doomed right from the start.
Trusting your heart can’t make you glad
but it will leave you very sad.
Satan offers freedom without law,
but that’s freedom with a flaw.
It leads to slavery to sin
and leaves you feeling hollow within.
God’s laws are like a strong guardrail,
that keeps your life from being marred.
They help to keep your life in check
So, you don’t make your life a wreck.
Don’t buy the lie that you are told,
no matter by whom it is sold.
The mess the world is in today,
is caused by living Satan’s way.
Adam and Eve learned the hard way
that disobedience does not pay.
They bought the lie and lost it all
and hid when God for them did call.
If you desire to be free,
return to God and bend your knee.
Ask Him to cleanse you from your sin
He’ll give peace and joy within.