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On marble floor before the queen
Laid a chained and beaten prisoner
Her rein over her country was supreme
Captured this man wouldn't surrender
Seeing his flesh bloodied and burning
Thinking what else did she have in store
Yet she gazed upon him with yearning
His naked body on this cold hard floor
His fate would be determined at dawn
By her very hand he would live or die
She could not help but be drawn
Seeing something deep within his eyes
Even arrogant she couldn't be freed
Her intrigue now filled her with desire
Pleasures promised this defiant steed
Could he quench her insatiable fire
As the smoldering fire burned deep
Holding a form and face so fair
Desire audaciously would seep
Captivating all men who would dare
Gazing with hot savage blood
Beheld her with fear and lust
Their desires would then flood
This only added to her mistrust
Who'd satiate her burning desire
This man a claimed conqueror
Could he truly handle her deep fire
Would she remain his subjugator
She gazed with a burning curiosity
A dagger tightly held in her hand
He'd gotten this far with his tenacity
Could a conqueror finally withstand
I miss the sweet comraderie
The words you'd leave for me to see
The teasing tongue tenacity
I never thought one day you'd be
Away from here, away from me
I miss the way you'd make me smile
Through darkest days, a word worthwhile
Would scatter gloom and chase the vile
Oh, how your charm could so beguile
I miss your certain kind of style
I miss the mystery in the rhyme
The sweet sensation every time
I'd read the most melodious chime
Now that you're gone, it's such a crime
I miss the banter, so sublime
I miss the way you used to tease
Then placate me just to appease
The playful lines were meant to please
My little heart, your lines would squeeze
I miss your spirit's gentle breeze
I miss you, dear, I miss you still
Your place no one can truly fill
I'll wait and wait and wait until
You come back and take up the quill
And let your presence, joy instill
I miss you...
The treasures lie within the ancient divine words,
Often encumbered by perplexities and complexities.
Sometimes we fail to recognize this trove,
Overlooking its pricelessness.
The treasures are found in the hymns and songs,
Composed by the inspired.
At times we sing, focusing only on the surface,
Neglecting to delve into the depths of their brilliance.
The majesty of His presence heralds these treasures,
Yet we often overlook their essence.
We may not consider it necessary to strive for it,
But His treasures are revealed in our close walk with Him.
The jewel of Jesus shines through the stygian night,
Its light pierces through layers of deep darkness.
This jewel is a timeless mystery,
An ever-luminous treasure.
The jewel of Jesus is the quest of those seeking its hidden light.
They search deeply in the silence of their hearts,
Listening and being guided to the jewel.
Knowing Jesus is the doorway to His jewel,
Trusting Him leads us along the path to its trove.
Tenacity and resilience bring us to its chamber,
And redemption teaches us that no other jewel is worthy of our pursuit.
April 12, 2025.
JOYFUL JONES DIVORCES THE SEA
Tenacity of oceanic roar,
Davy Jones hammers each chord.
Embryonic fish, fracture in exploding bubbles.
Opulence anchors heavy, on seabed chest with ill afford.
Whales spew foam from nettled lips,
Throwing tail - haphazardly splashing.
Blubber of sperms bleed precious oil whilst
Knotted nets with jigsaw teeth - recklessly hashing.
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Lighthouse green and placid starlight blue,
Gentle sun warms the skin with clouded sin.
Jones plugs up the bottomless pit with fingertips
And takes this island of caribbean water out for a spin.
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The magician’s fish feast pulls at the banquet’s cover.
The velocity of vortex lashes kit and kin with vertigo,
And salts and peppers this treat with staring eyes.
What more can this torrential downpour bestow?
The finger of God tastes the bitter sea…
He writes his name on a wall of water.
Spoiled stink, of seafood bait wades -
As the Lord Hushes up his son and daughter.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
The human race in the time of Aquarius were still being led by the dark and deceitful pharaohs as they had since gold replaced their faith long ago.
further and further into paranoia and hate
The gullible were easily herded and convinced that division on any and every level was their only course of action and salvation.
Hypnotic Propaganda actively encouraged people-kind too seek out and ridicule those who held onto their values of human kinship with Fierce tenacity .
Upon Finding those who would question the madness and reject the division ,
violence without measure was thus and without mercy put upon them .
The Years of crumbling common sense and darkness finally gave way to the ultimate seclusion.
each human slave would be caged willingly and kept in a self imposed life long solitude, gifted too them by their elected pharaoh’s.
The calls for division implanted in the minds of The beaten down for so many generations had now born fruit ,and that fruit was rotten and bitter.
each individual was divided from any other living thing and kept in a cell
,away from the elements,
away from the trinity of the sun earth and moon,
away from their kind and now finally ‘very much alone .
FLEEING IRMA
spotlight moon, full, like an Old Testament cloud, leading
Floridians forth, not into the desert, but away from the wrath
of Irma. bumper to bumper, neighbors from pilot to caboose,
illuminated in each other’s flood beams. testiness and pride
put aside, as fleeing cars, in camaraderie, brave the calm
before the storm. like the Israelites, they leave behind the
homes they know, put themselves in the hands of God. many
have family and friends north of their beloved peninsula,
an unintended visit, a warm haven, not a picnic nor a vacation,
but each pulls themselves up, for our Southern neighbors
are not of the craven sort. those who choose to live near the sea,
with its beauty and fortitude, know how to batten down the hatches.
hammocks left behind will tangle, and hug palm trees, suffering
the loss of their occupants. hotels, with never ending vacationers,
takes a much needed rest. God believes in rest, sometimes
a seven year sabbath, even when the soul forgets its place. we
pray, even north of the path, in stillness, we must, in gratitude,
never taking for granted, lest we too find ourselves seeking solace
elsewhere. godspeed our tanned Peninsula friends. godspeed
and bless, with safety, tenacity, and love as we reel you in.
9/8/2017
Armed by protective sensibility
I offer my warming security
Around loving protective certainty
Insured with comfortable serenity.
I’m your mittens, full of vibrant beauty
Ready to fulfill my granted duty
Prepared by orphanage authority
To guard kids from infectious germs so dirty.
I serve as your gloves of identity
With embroidered names, daintily pretty
Assuring compassion*’s tenacity
Marked by kindness midst gentle purity.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
Personification in monorhyme
January 19, 2023
Honorable Mention, "UPTO YOU" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian; judged on 2/10/2023.
A sojourner, I cross the years to look
sliding pass the history books
and read while listening.
Stepping through time, moments of tenacity finds
while I follow the spoken words
and seek the speaker today still heard.
The parade flows endless through the streets
with cheers and waving flag fleets
we stand teary eyed yet indiscreet.
A lone white image, saddled riderless horse
marks the footsteps once taken
with hearts rendered lost and shaken.
A nation displayed by every man both strong and brave
repeating the unforgotten words he gave
“Ask not what your country can do for you;
ask what you can do for your country.”
Martha
Inspiration inspired
Strength out muscled
Resistance a virtue
Smiles despite what stands in the way
Stares down this enemy that seems to ambush her every time
A war is on the horizon
An epic battle she refuses to lose
Time so unpredictable
Each day she stands and walks out that door
Continuing to live everyday like life is precious
In our eyes her love is stronger and our hands are united
Arms ready to bare to march through whatever fire is around the bend
Her courage her impeccable tenacity to fight when the odds seem stacked
Make us love her even more
Whatever the future holds this family will be there for you to lend a hand
To carry you if need be on this battlefield of hope
Because you would do the same for any of us
This is why Tia Martha is our fortress
The war is long from over
But each battle is a victory in the hearts of us all
We love you so.....
They came last night
Sashayed and tromped through
A dreamy, semi-wakefulness
Snapshots of vague faces
Riffling pages of pageantry
Shuffling through suffering.
I failed to recognize many
Longed to linger with others
Applauded successes
Cheered failures resiliency
Reached to touch, to caress
The sinewy shadows of sorrow.
Awed by the strength and tenacity
Of life’s forever fortunes
As they danced across its ballroom floor
Huddled in its corners
Laughed at its ever-changing punchline.
A soft tear reminding me
That I had somehow been there
Shared a cosmic connection
With a distant,
Yet eternal
Moment.