Long Serpent Poems

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Phobia Prayer

Phobia? Irrational?
When was that the case?
Empire, art thou factional?
Fractioned by the chase?

Satisfaction? Where to find?
Thousand-faced, age-lined?
Freedom lurking in thy mind?
How the dark sun shined...

Vehicles, flutter about!
Effect what ye can!
Ailing aged, random rout?
O for, fate of man!

Shark in shallow waters?
He escapes from the tide?
Be-tentacled slaughters?
Deep wounds in his heart wide?

Transformation! Metamorph!
Poems writ in blood!
Causality, how you dwarf!
Ocean, cause a flood!

Chambers in the rutted deep?
Shadows, soar to seep.
Boneyard robber, do ye creep?
No more time for sleep!

Dun as yellow metal?
O gold, will e'er we meet?
Flower, hast thou petal?
Is silver just as sweet?

Almost. Related? And how!
Captain on the prow!
Audience to cow or wow?
Performer, take bow!

True, but after this, abyss?
Blowing death a kiss?
Serpent coiling, now to hiss?
Family to miss...

Thus, the storm to weather?
Well, if we can, we will.
Tougher than old leather?
Forever may fit bill.

Turmoil in the tamarisk tree?
Blossom by the sea...
White-capped waves as stern taut tea?
Tee off, O my plea!

Fee of ancient demon?
Exactly what to pay?
Kings and queens a-dreaming?
Waylay, O disarray...
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Fall From Grace a Roundel

Before the beginning of time when Chaos ruled Hell and Night
Into the depths of this Cosmos, a Paradise, perfectly placed.
Above this darkness, a heaven drawn forth in a burst of light
Before the beginning of time

From the Garden of Eden, henceforth, Adam and Eve were disgraced
Lo!  A fallen angel  changed himself to a serpent in Eve’s sight
Banished, they fled before God to a wilderness, forever displaced.

Forbidden fruit had shown them the difference of wrong from right.
In Pandemonia,  Demons conspired, sin and death be interlaced.
God sacrificed his Son to save them  - from Hell's eternal plight.
Before the beginning of time

Suzanne Delaney

For Suzette Crous
Roundel Competition
Form: Roundel

Premium Member Mind-Body Vessel

We know that water finds its own level
Likewise for soma-nectar miracle
Elixir brightening in-form vectors
Teleporting us through unknown sectors
Within our this here, mind-body vessel

Our heart shapes, vibrations energy takes
Serpent asleep, to scent of love awakes
Rising at its will, through the central vein
If our souls intent be pure and unstained
Silent thunder within, tranquil calm lake

The nectar takes shape, as our soul prefers
At root in stupor, in heart bliss vapour
Simply present, to each pulse sentient
Reclaim God essence, self-luminescent 
The path easier, in playful caper

Oh hermit! Know no doing need be done
Save past conditioning, to be undone
Feral thoughts slow, acquiring inner glow
Throb of love leads, whilst in trust we follow
Swathed in light of the spiritual sun

12-June-2021
Form: Rhyme

Farewell To False Love

Farewell, false love, the 
oracle of lies, 
A mortal foe and enemy to 
rest, 
An envious girl, from whom 
all cares arise, 
 a beast with rage 
possessed, 
A way of error, a temple full 
of treason, 
In all effects contrary unto 
reason.
A poisoned serpent covered 
all with flowers, 
Mother of sighs, and 
murderer of repose, 
A sea of sorrows whence 
are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every 
grief that grows; 
A school of guile, a net of 
deep deceit, 
A gilded hook that holds a 
poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which 
reason did defend, 
A siren song, a fever of the 
mind, 
A maze wherein affection 
finds no end, 
A raging cloud that runs 
before the wind, 
A substance like the 
shadow of the sun, 
A goal of grief for which the 
wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse 
of trembling fear, 
A path that leads to peril 
and mishap, 
A true retreat of sorrow and 
despair, 
An idle girl that sleeps in 
pleasure's lap, 
A deep mistrust of that 
which certain seems, 
A hope of that which reason 
doubtful deems.
Sith then thy trains my 
younger years betrayed, 
And for my faith ingratitude 
I find; 
And sith repentance hath 
my wrongs bewrayed, 
Whose course was ever 
contrary to kind: 
False love, desire, and 
beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all 
these fancies grew.
Form: ABC

Time In God

I ask God why He doesn't move as He did back then?
I seen Him tapping his arm like he wore a watch, here's where He begin.
 
Who is man to tell me when to move or even how long,
for I AM THAT I AM, I move when I'm moved by prayer and song.
 
 I'm moved when my children worship Me in Spirit and in Truth you see,
I'm moved when my children are obedient unto me.
 
 Then He said,"Son" as a matter of Truth The only time there is in Me, is the time to Me you give,
I give the decision unto you, in all the time on earth that you live.
 
 But be ye not deceived, be wise as a serpent, yet harmless as a dove,
the more time you give, the more your filled with true compassion, peace and love.
 
For my children you see, you are life, there is so much that you need to know,
that takes time, the time you give unto Me, in your life will show.
 
Ask of Me what you will, knowledge, wisdom, I say ask in faith believing,
spend time in My Spirit, stepping out in faith and receiving.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member I Am Your Nagalakshmi

Once mislead by a cowardly snake impostor
Who only beared name of your possessor.
When you told me you have his spirit within,
I realized that for you the veil is so thin.

"Now you have the real Nagaraj, within me."
And that confirmed Shiva is also with me.
For they say when I meet the serpent king,
It means Shiva is near me, always helping.

I fondly wondered if Nagaraj has a wife,
And it makes me think: in every previous life,
You and I are simply reincarnating deities,
I follow you throughout all of the eternities.

I learned his wife's name is Nagalakshmi.
My own birth name means "of the sea,"
Matches her being embodiment of ocean.
Indeed, I am your poison's antidotal potion.
Form: Quatrain

Soaking Up the Sounds

He wished it to be  full of sound.
round about the way successful
collaborations are done.
Fun: done: and Right.
Sought of like taking the featured
artist's position and elaborating on it.
People still love rock, urban 
contemporary grooves
and soulful bassey pieces.The stigma
around marriage
seems to cause discussion.
Is it good news? The two lovers united:
or one lover and one willingful participant.
Or one eager and one uneagerly: but willing
to be. A new position appointed by the direction
of the evolution in sequence. from 
stranger to friend to lover
to fiancce?fiancé: then to wife or husband.
WeIrDO. than non be alienated through such
sequence.
Six saxophones
11 bass instruments
a rhythm section
the motif uses two classic guitars.
 A 1939 English Clifford Essex Paragon
and a  Bass Alembic Series
He Brazen I'm Kabosh
we are Kings of the Coliseum!
The Grand Inspector sings
and the
Brazen Serpent commands.
The Indirect passing reference.
Form: Ballade

Premium Member My Refuge and My Fortress -Psalm 91

A sure and certain shelter he is
overshadowing me in him I trust
delivering from every pestilence
this is my God my anchor from dust

My refuge and my fortress
fearing no terror of the night
even at noon day nothing can destroy
throughout the day arrows take flight

Standing tall as thousands fall
ten thousand don't come even near
for the Lord is my dwelling place
under his shadow, nothing to fear

All of this comes my way
for this God is my dwelling place
as he sends his angels forth
to protect and stay on my case

God's love for me is overwhelming
deliverance comes for he knows my name
salvation is mine in my saviour
for my soul, this Christ truly came

(Psalm  91 
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. 
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.”
Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler
And from the perilous pestilence.
He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler. 
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night,
Nor of the arrow that flies by day, 
Nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness,
Nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday. 
A thousand may fall at your side,
And ten thousand at your right hand;
But it shall not come near you. 
Only with your eyes shall you look,
And see the reward of the wicked.
Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,
Nor shall any plague come near your dwell 
For He shall give His angels charge over you,
To keep you in all your ways. 
In their hands, they shall bear you up,
Lest you dash your foot against a stone. 
You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra,
The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot. 
“Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him;
I will set him on high because he has known My name. 
He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble;
I will deliver him and honour him.
With long life, I will satisfy him,
And show him My salvation.)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Their Pleasurable Pool

Hot summers day
By the swimming pool
My love and I
Drooling for cool

Splash, were in
Mucking about
She's teasing me wicked
Flashing in pout

Underwater we dive
Chasing lovers
Touching, clinging
Revealing each other

Naked we are
In delightful swim
A sense of want
She and him

They swim to each other
Their lips meet
Bobbing, kissing
As their bodies greet

The serpent rises
To her lair he seeks
Receptive desires
Swimming pool deep

Pert she becomes
Piercing his chest
Excitement of two
On he she rests

Waves of delight
Caress each other
Reaching out
From their kissing smother

Harmonious joys
Their sonar sound
In loving grind
Translucent found

Resonating passion
Surface carried
Adventurous hands
So loving, varied

Their internal flumes
In joyous mix
Their kissing caps
Eyes transfixed

From the pool they climb
Each other they dry
Still absorbed
Together they lie






http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/
Form: Rhyme

The serpent stamp is on the file Pt 3

The missing letters are feared lost better calls shrieked into the mossy night where hovering the moon delights, in wolfish cries and another bursts the devil called and answered Ms. Hearst so while the nighttime day's mirror... cries are heard! They said that amber was a rock no more, for if serendipitously defined then hulking over the river is the divestment of the vines, but modern day America hasn't won the currency war, the Euro has it's place ensured, and though we wile through rows of corn our hearts aflutter as others mourn, be crisp beneath that blotted out apple tree, the asylum loves apple juice for free.
© Ken Martin  Create an image from this poem.

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