Long Temptation Poems
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"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America.
And to the republic for which it stands. One nation under God
With liberty and justice for all."
Some of our later founding fathers.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
The Lord Jesus Christ spoke to me and gave me specific instructions. Number one I was to post The Pledge of Allegiance on all of my websites. Number two was to post the Lord's prayer also. My latest instruction was to post the 23rd Psalm.
The Lord's prayer
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done on
Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts as
We forgive our debtors. And
Lead us not unto temptation.
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
And the power and the
glory forever.
by Jesus Christ!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Submitted by Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 25, 2020
When the well-rested rooster woke up at noon, he found himself in the lap
of a gorgeous boy and he was telling his mom with urgency,
"I want this rooster, he can keep the lonely and moody parrot company!"
And staring at him," It's a rooster, not a pet!" she exclaimed.
Mothers always try to please their kids, and sometimes they really spoil them,
not according to their customs and beliefs, controversially fathers are stricter than them;
"I'll take care of him and soon he'll be living in our ranch home" he promised...
and continuing,"From now on, his name will be Harbor: the lovely place where I found him!"
The gentle boy kept his promise and Harbor became part of the family,
and the talkative parrot taught him to say the exact words he said;
and months went by, but nobody knew that he could speak so humanly,
and how did they find out that Harbor was smarter than an ordinary bird?
They overheard him in a challenging conversation about finding a perfect mate,
in the shortest time and the shrewd parrot thought he surely would have been the winner,
but to his surprise, Harbor used his accumulated wisdom and searched the nearby farm,
where chicks were bred and then put in perforated carboard crates on a freighter.
Harbor looked around and didn't really like any of the chicks he saw,
and was he about to give up on his search? Suddenly not! He trotted past the noisy farm,
and to his bewilderment, he spotted a young chicken on the grass below...
and gallantly approached her, and with a chat started a romantic affair by keeping her warm.
Harbor and the young chick clicked and they quickly were talking about marriage,
lots of baby chicks to feed: the ultimate dream of two domesticated birds;
at first, the upset boy wasn't too happy about their agreement, and exploded in rage,
but realizing what was best for Harbor, he finally gave him his blessings.
On the same farm the newly-wed live, and have big plans for a large family;
one more thing, if curious folks decide to visit them anytime soon, they need a reservation.
They will show them around with their fowl hospitality, but rule out temptation;
none of them will end up on their plates for the next Holidays or any other special festivity!
I have been silent
But my silence speaks much louder than words
I can no longer hide the way I feel inside
My burden is getting heavier and heavier
And my head is about to burst
So I need to confess
myself
I am sinner!
A weak person begging your pardon
Lighten up my way to redemption
Because I need to brighten up my heart
Help me take away that dark linen
And drape myself with the white one
Because I need to be as pure as a newborn
Realising that I was quenching my thirst
From a polluted river,
Now I need to drink at the pure spring water
So as to purify my soul
Help me get rid of temptation
Because he is the source of my troubles
He seduced me and got me trapped
In its virtual paradise
I have been blind
My eyes have been covered by a dark curtain
I have been betrayed by my senses
But now my reason gets over it
So freedom (of soul) is possible
Confession is my only arm
And redemption my only way out
Form:
Even in these times
Drifting away
All it takes is -
Love
To Drift away
Lonely
Lonely
What about love
Drifting so far away
Once was
Now it’s so far away
Love
Can’t describe what I saw
Future trippin with you
Hand in hand
Roof over our head
Adventures together
Growing together
Love
Throughout time
Craving those curves
So gentle the lines that draw you
Exquisite beauty the pen shapes in my mind
Drifting in dream
Wanting that girl
Drench in temptation to devour her lips against mine
To caress her bare skin
To feel her warmth desires
Oh to find this girl
To hang onto her
Forever dreams to be reality
The girl of my dreams
Let it be my reality
This girl
There isn’t one thing that I need
But so much I could buy,
Though contemplating purchases,
It pays to question why.
I’m at the age when I will try
To spend a little less,
For I have lots of jewelry
And tchotchkes, I confess.
Yet here’s my rule of thumb when I
Find something that appeals –
I picture leaving it behind
To see the way that feels.
If never seeing it again
Begins to make me sad,
I know that once it’s mine, I’ll be
Relieved and more than glad.
An object that brings joy
And is a splurge I can afford
Makes me give in to temptation
With each smile as my reward.
Empress of the Night
Veiled in the moon’s ethereal grace,
She emerges from her shadowed place.
A crown of black roses adorns her brow,
Each thorn a reminder of the pain she must avow.
In the moonlit meadow’s misty embrace,
In the air, night-blooms leave a lingering trace.
Beneath the silver glow, a symphony of leaves,
As whispers weave a haunting melody, through the trees.
Draped in smokey shadows, her gown gently sways,
Echoing secrets of the night, in a misty haze.
Her raven hair, a river of midnight flow,
Beckons with its seductive, silken glow.
Her corset’s flattering grasp ignites passions bright,
A binding spell cast under Luna’s pale, blue light.
Captivated by her obsidian eyes,
I’m drawn into depths where mystery lies.
In the swirling abyss of a starless night,
Desires stir deeply, this enchanting sight.
She is Eleanor, Empress of midnight’s embrace,
Cursed by ancient gods for her bewitching beauty and grace.
Perched beside her is Sidien, a raven of mythical lore,
With feathers as dark as onyx core.
A faithful companion, steadfast and wise,
Guiding her through the darkness with resolute eyes.
Her beguiling smile, a seductive lure of sin,
I’m ensnared, longing to taste the poison within.
Her plush plum lips, drawn into a sinister grin,
A dangerous temptation, a dalliance with sin.
Within the darkness, she reigns supreme,
A gothic beauty in a haunting dream.
To love her is to court the flames of Hell,
Yet I’m helpless, captive in her seductive spell.
Desire’s fire may sear this tender heart,
Lest love’s sweet poison rends my soul apart.
-Edward
Sometimes, I grumble in my weariness
my heart complains of burdensome toils…
yet when silenced by God
engulfing me with His loving peace
all I need to do is express my weakness litany
confessing self-pity’s lamentation
admitting skeptical justification of carnal arrogance
in the guise of rational argumentation, indeed earnest
believing fully well that He knows my needs
even before I come to His throne of grace.
At times, I’m despondent
about my pursuits’ profitability
as mocking reproaches attack my soul
questioning my commitment
for life-building concerns…
then when the Saviour quiets me by His mercy
I yield to His assuring embrace of approval
thanking Him for commending my sacrifice
exalting His name in worship, basking in His goodness
for the privilege of being in His ministry.
Ceaselessly, I seek divine silence* of heavenly bliss
within the Almighty’s secured haven:
His truth-fortress, tenaciously steadfast
where my faith finds strength upon Scriptures’ upholding
shielding me against despair enslavement
gearing my spirit toward temptation flight triumph
so I can continue fulfilling His granted roles
marked by reaching-out endeavours
of leading others to enjoy the blest tranquility
Christ offers through His gift of eternal life.
*Psalm 35:22 This thou hast seen, O LORD: keep not silence: O Lord, be not far from me.
June 24, 2020
2nd place, "Reflection in Silence" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 6/25/2020.
I'm not much of a desert eater
but give me egg and I'm quite the beater
blend flour and vanilla, a pineapple or two
and I'll make an upside down cake for you.
No Betty Crocker, but with a little sugar and butter
sweet cherries and cake can set your heart flutter.
Let it lay tempting atop a yellow fluffy cake
and a slice you would surely take.
Another, yes go right ahead, you're welcome to it
You love cake and I do too, just let your pants unzip,
Enjoy the sweet juicy fluffy temptation
later you can hold on to your hesitation
Regret the indigestion and the bulge
but it was good now gone, gulp, I know.
These streets are where the devil lives —
Where temptation breathes,
And nightmares don’t sleep.
No room for doubt.
No space for pessimists.
To survive, you need the heart of a man
Ready to conquer Everest.
Behind bright lights
And sleepless nights,
Truth bleeds through
Even the blindest eyes.
Stay on the straight path —
Or watch it turn black.
Knives don’t whisper;
They scream when they crack.
Cuts don’t heal,
They stain through the years —
And mothers drown
In their children’s tears.
These streets will steal your style,
Your charisma,
Roll you in tobacco
And spark you in a Rizla.
All for what?
For your name to fade,
Your presence dismissed,
Just another statistic
On an ever-growing list.
Stop. Think.
Before your life becomes part of the payment.
Before you’re fifteen —
Cold,
Alone,
Dying on the pavement…
Streetlights hum like a funeral hymn,
Your blood runs black, your future dim.
Another name chalked on a curb in red —
These streets don’t mourn,
They just count the dead.
Much addicted to sweets, how to abstain!
Strong taste buds for sweet, rest buds are thinner.
Sweets are most favorite, I can’t refrain.
Compulsory in breakfast, lunch, dinner.
All attempts to avoid sweet went in vain.
My stomach holds little capacity.
Demons of greed for sweet could not be slain.
Less staple food, sweets being priority.
In feast, less sweet items offered woes me.
My tongue is destined to taste sweet
Desserts and Beverage bring me spree.
Rest taste buds are unable to compete.
Temptation for sweets could never be drained.
Due to stress developed sugar problem
To adore sweet items my tongue is trained.
Taking sweets and medicine: Whom to blame ?