Long Submission Poems
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Her lipsticks lost some while ago;
thrown angrily into the bin.
Lips now bare, it wasn't such a blow,
she thought, taking her second Gin.
It's not right for my position
it made her look a tart, he said.
It's not much of a submission,
she thought, making the marriage bed.
Last year, he sold the second car
I'll take you where you need to be.
No need for me to travel far,
she thought, preparing evening tea.
The checks she signs are now declined
her credit card is cut in two,
A weight's been lifted from my mind,
she thought when serving him his brew.
You need to stay at home all week,
you know that is a woman's place.
I will; I'd better not misspeak,
she thought while staring into space.
You can repair that dress of yours
I need to buy myself a suit.
So what! I never go outdoors,
she thought. Then whispered, what a brute!
Written: October 23, 2023
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In this ethereal dawn, we discover solace.
As the aurora borealis implies the sky grace.
Psychedelic light illumination.
Sculpt our whims and spark our sensation.
A peculiar combination of love's aroma.
locating lies that we can't fathom as chroma
In this tenuous hug, we seek forbearance.
Fearing the depth of our disguised grace.
However, submission leads to release.
A celestial insight, an inkling of peace.
Sighs of submission, a symphony of bliss.
A duet with the mystery, a fleeting abyss.
We descry our bearings in this twilight lullaby.
I was caught up in a splendor, and can't nullify.
As we swapped hushed vowels, souls were one.
Finding solace in the surrendering we were done.
And so, we embrace the fleeting hour,
With a love that defies all logic and power.
For in surrender, we find our true essence,
Embracing the elixir of life's evanescence.
Whispers of surrender, a gateway to felicity,
A journey into the realms of eternal serenity.
As the breeze carries our dreams to distant shores
We surrender to love, forevermore.
As the night fades into dawn first light,
The whispers of surrender still ignite.
Through the twilight's embrace, we find our way,
In the dance of surrender, we settle to stay.
Natural Finery
Gazing out the window from a coffee shop, came an image that changed the world. Like a breath of fresh air, light and refreshing, that could be immediately enjoyed in the lungs and registers to the brain with an awakening clarity. The object of my attention was not monumental, nor flamboyant, but it was in stark contrast to the surroundings that changed everything. To the observer it was everything, but to all else, there was no recognition. In fact, it went entirely without notice, except for the occasional dog, dragging the undisciplined owner by the leash. After fifty years of training, my eyes have seen enough, like a fine jeweler appraising a diamond based on the cut, clarity, carat, and color. The expression on my face, a slight smile, a relaxed gaze, and a peaceful submission broadcasted my evaluation as most acceptable. And as rare as this occasion was, it brought a slight sadness with it. This fine opulent standard, if you will, is not desired as a possession, but seen as a fleeting reminder, of what the world could be. If only the world wasn’t so consumed by distractions, and demanding my attention at every turn, like a loud and obnoxious parade. This was an open meadow, with a singular tree, and a field of flowers, simple, and charming, a pleasant retreat from jangling clowns, and honking fire trucks. And now, there she goes. Goodbye, miss white summer dress, with your wide straps, non-revealing neckline, and flowing material. Au revoir belle fille, with medium-length hair and ebony curl. Your delightful smile, unhindered by cosmetics and jewelry… lifted my soul. Even the male, tri-colored, Australian Shepherd you walk heals obediently, and lovingly by your side, tells of your character. May you marry a man worthy of your grace, and you have many children that will influence the world as positively as you influenced mine. Please, remain, unspoiled.
by, Martin Braun
July 14th, 2023
The government proposes a new danger threatening our lives
in order to sell you their protection racket against it
Fear is the successful product used by ancient empires
if we do not bow down they will punish the so called guilty
making everyone feel helpless in the eyes of those brainwashed
The devil is anti God driving people to hate anyone whom opposes his controlling plan
many will sell their souls promoting vaccines as the miracle cure
those that die will be called a small sacrifice to save the planet
those that cry wolf will be hounded and condemned for having a false opinion and betrayed by their neighbours
Closing churches is the first sign of this communist take over
many bats blinded by their own deluded truth suffer inwardly
they have become the virus pushing their submission on others
A broken generation has lost all love and understanding
judging people by the standards they hold under control
what choice talks of curfews and promoting lock downs
draconian measures will be used against the innocent put in place
The spirit of this sauce is hiding behind the mask
exposed by the lying stories, fake media outlets
even fact checker is bought by the globalists
The deceiver has infiltrated the heart of this world
he has turned and divided people to go against each other
Vanished Like Mist
Now I wonder, ponder, persuade the mind to wander in an abyss of what may be
Plowed and clawed then probed to find a reason for frenetic rumblings within me
As time passed unabated, skin hides pain beneath waves of what these eyes see
The heart trembled: is myopia or enmity reason why I have not found Amy Lee?
Love is not a game man coerces into submission then drags its spirit underwater
Auguring, kneeling, begging will not make it acquiescent to what one may prefer
Precious memories evoked by the hungry heart impalpably depart and disappear
What remains are remnants, reminders of the haunting past...that I had lost her
06/17/2023
Vision of the Seas
Cruising towards Hamilton, Bermuda
LOVE’S MEMORY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Two hearts as one,with love held dear,
each others secrets to confide,needs and
desire to never hide,love-lines to share,
tribulations together to bear.Each other
in submission lean,sacramental in unison
of love’s mutual bond.
INNOCENT NAIVETY-A STRUCTURED PROSE
Love has no boundaries in its heart,
in its passion holds all things dear,
giving all,trusting without fear.Flowers
of mutual fusion,incensed,by aromas
of love.The attraction of natural magnetism
is sealed in perfect harmony inherent
and universally held.Again,again this
siren’s call beckons loves innocent
naivety,rose-tinted,short-sighted
views distort perspective out of true.
A DOMESTIC STRUCTURED PROSE
Her cardigan on the chairback,
shoes left in the hall,slippers ‘neath
the double bed,undies on the stool.
Handbag filled with this and that,
bathroom shelved of creams and
much besides;wardrobes,wall to
wall.Medicines boxed ,arranged so neat,
cellphone ready for a call,a text,
a chat,a listening ear,empathy to all.
Listen to me recite these structured prose on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Greet the winsome poise of equinox
Staging day and night equally apart
Welcoming spring as winter departs
While moon enthralls doting hearts
In twinkling dance of sparkling stars
Strumming strings of astral orchestra.
Fall in love with heavenly stellar dream
As Milky Way floats on starlit stream
Riding ebullient waves of celestial sea
In colors and shapes of mystical artistry:
Zodiacal themes constellations gleam~
A painting hanging on walls of galaxy.
Search up-high for Mercury and Mars
Rejoicing in path of spectacular charm,
Meteor showers, airglows, and sparks,
Brilliant colors refracting dusty storms,
And a smile embellishing cusp of dawn:
Conspicuous posture of Venus above,
Eloquently posing as-if a morning star,
Goddess of love for romantic hearts,
Envious of Polaris~ the northern star,
Unwilling to cede to sun’s entourage
Glistening amber horizon of rosy arc
Sparkling winsome posture of equinox.
February 25, 2022
Placed 1st: Second Chance Submission
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
It lifts to pull me from my body’s inquisition
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
Streams of hope and mountains of grace directing my fate
To where the souls jubilation hungers for vision
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
I close my timeworn eyes to see reverie create
The joy to relent this heart’s doubt with great revision
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
Transpose flames to melt sad snow from winter’s long debate
Merging devoutly to oceans timeless submission
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
I cannot rest from these strong winds, whose storm overtake
My spirits valor, to faltering faith's volition
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
Raise me dear heart, to my true highest and noblest state
Trust prevails in fire burning deep within conviction
In times of struggle and strife my heart has lost its weight
Burn, burn sweet fire of faith, light my way to heaven’s gate!
I woke in a street with no memory
I do not recall how I arrived here
I remember only a world filled with enemies
I know where I was before
How they all felt envy
Their wars and their greed
The blood spilled between men
For the colour of their skin
Their faith and their kin
The struggle that made my soul weak
I remember the past, but not how I arrived here
With my eyes still closed
I could smell the bakeries and the olive oil
I could hear the children and their mothers voice
The Church bells, and the Mosque call
All the believers to fall
In submission to the one who created us all
I could feel peace, no voice speaking of evil, of war
And as I opened my eyes
They started to slowly cry
As I saw a sign, that welcomed me to Syria
The fallen piece of paradise
How can you focus on feeling, when you’re solely focused on complaining?
How can you focus on trusting, when you’re solely focused on doubting?
How can you focus on awareness, when you’re solely focused on projecting?
How can you focus on supporting, when you’re solely focused on invalidating?
How can you focus on accepting, when you’re solely focused on rejecting?
How can you focus on elevating, when you’re solely focused on lowering?
How can you focus on knowledge, when you’re solely focused on following?
How can you focus on fulfillment, when you’re solely focused on neglecting?
How can you focus on freedom, when you’re solely focused on submission?
How can you focus on shifting, when you’re solely focused on coping?
How can you focus on self, when you’re solely focused on everyone else?
How can you focus on your reflection, when you can't even see yourself?
Now ask yourself what and/or who are you surrounded by that’s blinding your focus?
What or who is blinding you from you?
Where is your focus?