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*Image of Ghana's Dancing Pallbearers by CGTN.
Dance of Deliverance
Portend looms gravediggers ere dusk
Orange descend skies slipping purple
Their courage ascend embolden husk
Almost finished all extend into a circle
Heart mind soul a godsend arabesque
2021 October 27
*2nd Place*
Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme
~~charles messina: Judged 2021 November 11
*In some cultures worldwide, including parts of the USA, there's a festive theme for burials of the recently departed. A celebration of their lives reverberates ceremoniously in a joyous send-off, giving their loved ones a beautiful transition into the afterlife.
soon to bid
another farewell, yet,
you've already unearthed
a smidge of sad longing
buried too deep within
to excavate.
as our sizeable distance
kept stretching apart like a rubberband,
first came
your reassuring smile
when you
turned your head
to look at me one last time,
and with that smile -
before slipping out of sight -
a careful aim
directly at the center
of my heart;
just one wink.
ah, so you knew it was
precisely what I needed?
it's torturous
watching you depart;
with a piece of heaven
to cling to...
gently,
gently,
ever so gently,
you pull me back from
the precipice of melancholy.
MALE DOMINATION
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Candlelight rides hard against the skin
The warmth of the fire eating with excitement
A slight touch of desire, running down my spine
Wax drops, leaving behind intense passion
I move my whip, circling your biceps
I'll take you into a world you've never known
My body and breath ......so...... hot
Come dance with me, under the sheets
I will please you, examine everything you got
Whisper them words in your ear, beg for more
Purr for me, my slave,
I am your sex kitten, vixen,
I'll take you by surprise
---
Caress every flow of my womanly direction
I tickle your spots, feeding your sexual ego
Fondling the intimacy of your frustration
Stroll my heart with your sauce appetite-
I am your sex Goddess Delight.
Spread my flesh, so perfectly,
--look, admire, I give you permission to kiss
-- Kisses starting from the top part of my thigh.
Inject a solo French Kiss, releasing more impure wetness.
Slipping, in wet
--
An artist painting the way of my moans
Polish with light marks on my necks
With your brush of one-touch
I have you at my feet-
Tame by the dominatrix at night
by; P.D.
not like a dream come true..that is not easy. when my mother died, the tears came easy, be that easy. big ole town keep giving me small ends. when you left I wept, yeah again..since I can't get a hold on what it takes to make it right, please come back 'n be like swallowing sweet pancakes and bacon..be that easy.
like slipping on a brand new pair of brand name tennis shoes..be that easy.
Cause I studied for it passing the written test at DMV was a breeze be that easy.
Cause the power that pushed the waves to shore is the same might that takes them back again..again.. and again.
be that easy.
Rehearsal ends; the music fades.
She heads for her apartment down the block.
And Violet sets a steady pace, her footsteps like the ticking of a clock.
Never answers when a stranger calls, “Hey baby, wanna dance?”
While the traffic and the neon have her falling in a trance;
Slipping into a world of her own, a breath at a time.
She turns the key and sets the lock,
Then slides the bolt and fumbles with the chain,
In dreams she paints the northern sky
In shades that match the color of her name.
Tugging gently at her ribbons. Turning slowly on her mark.
Taking off her ballet stockings. Standing naked in the dark.
Slipping into a world of her own, a breath at a time.
Her dark curls frame a ghostly face.
Shy fingers trace the heat that breaks in waves.
Her heartbeat tells the rise and fall of every swirling passion she enslaves.
Graceful form in tragic splendor, doesn’t realize her worth.
She’s a captive of the spirit; needs an artist of the earth
To escape from a world of her own a breath at a time.
Hey there, Violet, you’re alone and it’s a shame.
So help me, Violet, I’ve been feeling much the same,
Slipping into a world of my own, a breath at a time.
Violet, you could be the music to my words; let’s fly this thing home.
Hey there Violet, you don’t have to dance alone.
So help me, Violet, let me be your chaperone,
Slipping into a world of our own, a breath at a time.
You can't name the Magick.
But you can sing to the Mystery.
You can't name the Magic.
But you can dance in the Mystery.
She came to kiss me
and my going's gone
and I'm no longer from.
I'm now, somehow. We're us, somehow.
I'm now, it's us, this kiss, we're now.
Her voice surrounds me, whispered
simple sounds, true sounds, murmurings.
I'm ready to be deaf.
Her skin in my mouth, slipping along
my lips. My tongue, at rest and restless
along the rest of her. Her skin.
I'm ready to lose touch.
I'm ready to be numb.
I've sung and shouted and
said and silently susurrated
"I Love you" to her heart, her
ear, the stars, her form, the Empty,
her toes, her hips, and her nose.
I'm ready to be dumb.
I'm ready to be numb.
I'm ready to be some-
how ever-Now.
I'm now, somehow. We're us, somehow.
I'm now, it's us, this kiss, we're now.
You can't name the Magick.
My senses have found their reason,
reached their peak, met their match,
and grown so grand.
If they be now struck down, or
lost to circumstance, I'd be OK.
I've kissed her.
I've touched her.
I've felt her.
I've Loved her
in all the sensuous, in all the sense-orous
ways.
I'm ready to be blind.
I'm ready for the Magick
and all I'd leave behind.
"If someone starts a verbal fight with me~ I maintain silence" Quote by author
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Why waste your life being judgemental?
Talking negative, proving you’re right and other person is wrong and bad
So much stress to the mind for what?
What will you achieve by this act?
Why not be calm?
Is there really something called right or wrong?
Aren’t we all creations of God?
Isn’t every right and wrong created by him?
Can he be wrong?
In that sense can anything be wrong?
Wrong for one is right for other
It is all in the mind
Little knowledge and big ego speaks
Our hatred and jealousy speaks
Our mind is in turmoil
Why subject mind to this?
Why not enjoy our short stay?
Every moment slipping by
Tomorrow if death were to stand near
we should be able to say we lived life joyously here.
In trying to prove you are the greatest, you are right,
if something happens to your brain and your heart
then you will yourself label yourself as most immature and stupid
and chide yourself for your behaviour.
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6th March 2021
Contest Name : A Meaningful Poem
Sponsor : Constance La France
Matthew 24:42
Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come.
https://youtu.be/GpFudDAYqxY?list=PLO-UbICkLW9O5kFzfg-O3r_PvBO8X-YjL
The morning hot and still, I, perspiring from the heat
brought back into the house where she slept,
now silent from the restless aching pain of darker nights
holding her hand, the tears fell constantly and it was as if I knew
the time had come and was no longer delayed
let the tears fall.
These last years took her memories away
stole her heart and mind and soul from me in its theft
with hours waning in pictures of conjured memories,
images held in place would remain forever, untouched and alive,
the visionary reminder of smile and laughter of better times
let the tears fall.
Hushed and quiet, even the air did not move
every breath slowed, spaced further apart, softly expressed until...
burning in my mind how young at heart she still was
child of the sixties still laughing, loving and playing with me
now slowly slipping into the hours of midday in our last encounter
let the tears fall.
I have always loved The Rolling Stones and their song ... ANGIE,
speaks to my soul of love lost, kisses whispered, and letting go.
Their song UNDER MY THUMB took me to a place of pain,
where I was treated like a pet, abused, silent, I kept my thoughts.
PAINT IT BLACK reminded me of times in my life when,
I closed the door, leave me alone, let me grieve in peace, in the dark.
In YOU CAN'T GET WHAT YOU WANT, I see the times I wanted,
a connection with someone but they were too far gone for me to help.
TUMBLING DICE oh he had movie star looks and a love for,
gambling, could not pin him down, he was restless in a tumbling life.
In WILD HORSES I am taken to my childhood and and life just,
slipping away, sliding away, dragging me down with only dreams left.
I met him in a bar and we drove to New York on his motorcyle he,
called me HONKY TONK WOMAN and he is ever on my mind.
Days come and go, yesterday does not matter, new each new day, oh,
RUBY TUESDAY no chains holding you, let sadness slip away.
I have a darling kitten I call Mozart
We cannot stand to be apart
We play games similar to go fish and lawn dart
Then I paint canvases with colourful kitty art
Every so often I manage to tiptoe and depart
Sometimes slipping away for a coffee and a tart
But for my kitty I’ll order tuna à la carte
And when I return with a bag from the mart
Mozart, you know what’s coming you’re so smart
Mozart, you hide and seek in my laundry cart
Leave paw prints when I spread out any chart
You are fluffy and cuddly and love to play the part
You have the cutest whiskers and the biggest lionheart
You’ll forever be my adorable little Sweetheart
But please tell me, wherever did you learn to fart?
AP: Honorable Mention 2020