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Pray thy love I dare not speak its name,
For if thou seed of love that I planted within my heart was but that of a sorrow plant,
It's leaves have reached out to the heavens and it's buds in bloom,
It's thorns now digging, scratching and tearing at my heart,
Pray thy desire for I dare not speak its name,
For if a ray of want was to pierce through this darkened sky then I should cower beneath a branch,
It's shadows cast me within eternal darkness during the day,
It's deprivation of gods light keeping me where I shall belong,
Pray thy life for I dare not speak its name,
For if new birth were offered to thee I would not take it but rather be buried in soil,
It's dampened nature suffocating what breath I still have left,
It's mercy of an eternal slumber I shall welcome not with fear but with a sigh of relief,
Pray thy name my love for thou must never speak it again.
~* PICTURE THIS *~
Like a lone cactus sitting regally
amid a scorching desert wasteland
wearing a crown of thorns,
I sit astride a funeral pyre
engulfed in a conflagration;
You see the flames of a fervent passion
voraciously consuming me…
But do you see the
smoldering of my soul within?
Touch me and you’ll be set ablaze!
~* FEEL THIS *~
Like a vanquished lord I sit forlorn
amid my life’s blighted domain,
The memories of past wanton ways
of my youth pierce my mind
like thorns and prickles;
Now at the sunset of my life
my sky is awashed in a scarlet hue
blazing across the horizon from my
soul burning with the intensity of hell...
Touch me and you’ll be set ablaze!
~Any HM Ever contest by Laura Loo / HM 8/1/15
~"The I'Lyezette--Interpret My Mind" contest by FJ Thomas
Her voice resonates in my mind,
No other melodious voice I can find,
Her smile is an infectious delight,
It accompanies me from dawn to twilight,
Oh! Sail back to me my beloved,
For to no other I would be involved,
Hasten to come to me,
Let no tempestuous sea be,
I await your return,
The memories of you, I can't downturn,
Let’s rekindle the embers of our love,
Let it come back to us like a dove,
My nights have been on a bed of thorns,
I haven’t had a calm sleep for once,
Bring back the nights I held you in my arms,
Captivate me with your charms,
Let’s build a wall around us,
Our love is not allowed to spin and toss.
July 18, 2022,
Rhyme Rumi Quote Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
"The Hearkening"
In the woods
a clearing
bare of all leaves
and trees, with exception one
The ground is
borderless,
yet hallowed
dirt and sharp rocks
They call this place,
The Place of the Skull
The woods
disappear in thick mist
A tree stands tall
branches outstretched
devoid of all leaves
Not Dogwood, a tall barren pine
maybe cedar, maybe cypress
no Hollow Hills hanging tree, this,
a titulus affixed
IESVS NAZARENVS REX IVDAEORVM
Footprints, singular
mark the loose soil
at the base of the tree
a blood red crown of flowers
Corona de Cristo
Thorns
There, with patience, He watches
There, with patience, He waits
Torn,
The captive monk
named Cyrene
walks barefoot towards the tree
compelled to bear another story
for He,
he hesitates,
opening himself like a book
he lowers himself to the ground
and supplicates
there is time
"There", is
All of Time,
temporal paradox
there,
He waits
Cyrene,
“The Hearkening”
is in his name
An open book, he supplicates
The other walks forward,
speaks to him softly,
“Here is a story, just for you, for today.
Listen closely to me, for it is in your name.”
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/scm
Easter 2019
Luke 23:33
https://youtu.be/pnWWWyxb5kQ
Peter Murphy/"Fake Sparkle or Golden Dust"
NIV
John 19:19
Luke 23:26
John 10:14
—A Discourse Beyond Empires
You come to Beijing in polished shoes,
Wearing history like a crown of thorns,
António and Ursula—names carved from conquest,
Eyes soaked in the smoke of fading empires.
For fifty years, you called us rivals—
Now you call it friendship.
But friendship built on suspicion
Is nothing but diplomacy’s ghost.
We are not like you—
You measure greatness by how far your flag flies,
We measure it by how deeply we understand ourselves.
You conquer others.
We conquer the self.
Why do you enter our halls
With the tone of spoiled kings,
Telling us to condemn
When your own hands drip with silence?
You mourn Ukraine in white silk,
Yet you clothe genocide in Gaza
With golden indifference.
Do you not hear your hypocrisy
Howling through your noble speeches?
You demand that we kneel
To your morality—
While your bombs speak your true tongue.
You speak of business,
Yet you enter our gates with prejudice.
Can trade survive when trust has died?
Can partnership grow
When one partner still believes he owns the map?
Europe, you are not Rome—
Though you dream as if you were.
The days of dictating to China
From across seas and centuries
Are dust now,
Scattered in the wind of rising civilizations.
You say modern philosophy was born in your soil—
Then where is your wisdom?
A world awakens,
And you still sleep in glory long expired.
A little nasty bee flew
past the yellow hill –
fast as running deer
hunting a Rose tree.
Dew drops from her sting –
trembled the butterflies,
wings flapping fretfully –
scorn was in the air tonight.
“Ah, rose, do you whimper?
So lonely and beautiful –
waiting for a hand
bypassing your thorns?
The wind took your aroma far –
the hive where I live is nearby
and like an armored knight
they will swarm undaunted.
I could settle and swing -
the Jasmine in the valley
are blossoming too early -
my last spring, honey.
Now, I must bid farewell –
fear not, your Ripper
is coming, eager and tender –
loving you much so.”
And then went the bee
leaving the frail rose behind –
watched by an grey raven
flying past the moonlight.
On the south-western side of the old mission school,
near the corner of First Street, where blackberries grew
a field claimed by youngsters was crosshatched with tracks.
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with fox-tails
and the children's bare feet had constructed thin trails,
cupping deep paths that were littered with smiles,
deep in the amber of tall weeds and dry grass.
It wasn't too far from the patched wire fence
that hemmed the backyard of my Grandmother's house.
Westerly whirlwinds would rattle the ragweed,
while seeds of the bull-thorns, that prickled our toes,
would spread with the tumbleweeds, now tossed into rows
like last winter's snowmen, worn to the bone
There were traces of honeysuckle mixed with wild rose
from Grandma's old arbor, that loomed in the distance
A rusty old weather vane like a merry-go round
would spin like a top that might never stop
The ivy was overgrown, and a sleepy old hound
would snooze by the clothesline, in shade he had found
But, deep in the field, was a land of our own
A place we called 'Neverland', a loft in this poem
In the yoke of one tree, with the help of our dad
was a fort built of scrap wood, from piles by the shed.
And by hook or by crook, I would take all commands
While my brother's brewed brainstorms, and his black plastic hook,
assigned him the Captain, while I was the crew
of a ramshackle galleon, brought to life from our books
While I dangled in air, from a tired old swing
"Tinker", my name...in this masculine game..
I would push off, while he pulled me, right up to the sky
and into the branches, with leaves in my eyes......
I would fly to the depth's of a steel gray-blue sky
I would grovel, and shovel, to have his approval........
for he was much older, much wiser than me
I would play like a tomboy,.....shove doll-drums away
Such sweet summer days,......while bright splintered rays
of hot summer sun, would spotlight our play.
We would stay until twilight, to watch the sun die
Defying all gravity.......I could see to eternity
Tootsie Pops clung to the tip of our tongues
while the sun of the twilight, dipped over the dunes
and the call of our mother, slipped over the moon
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[Verse 1]
She walks in slow, like a storm that won’t break,
Got eyes like ash and a mouth full of ache,
Dressed to kill, in some kind of spell,
She’ll kiss your lips, then drag you through hell.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t need your love, don’t want your name,
She lights the match and walks through the flame,
She’s got that itch, and it cuts down deep,
Like a red-hot secret you can’t keep.
[Chorus]
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
Boy, you ain't gonna win,
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
She’ll take your soul, wear it like skin.
[Verse 2]
She moves like smoke through a midnight track,
Her love’s a curse you can’t give back,
Leaves you twitchin’ like a man gone cracked,
It’s fire and brimstone ridin’ your back.
She once had love, but it turned to rust,
Now she don't trust nothin’ but dust,
Ain’t no tears left, just that crown of thorns,
A queen of wreckage and southern scorn.
[Pre-Chorus]
She won’t flinch when you start to beg,
She’ll drag your heart like a ball and chain leg,
She’ll twist your mind and turn you around,
With every whisper, you’re forever bound.
[Chorus]
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
Boy, you ain't gonna win,
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
She’ll take your soul, wear it like skin.
[Bridge]
Oh, it’s a wild ride, with a dangerous thrill,
You know she’ll haunt you, it’s a bitter pill,
So next time you see her, just think twice,
An Itchy Woman’s love comes with a price.
[Final Chorus]
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
Can’t escape the game,
Woo-hoo, Itchy Woman,
You’ll never be the same.
Note: Inspired by the Eagles band, and their amazing “Witchy Woman”
In reality we are all gardeners,
wandering through the gardens of life
gently placing our seeds
into the mouth of the Earth.
Drifting through seasons,
anticipating the first glimpse of
Spring's splendour of sights
a new promise, a new beginning, a new love.
Butterflies and bees,
make love to the
fragility of blossoms -
embellishing nature's passions.
In my personal oasis,
princess of petals plants her love,
within the garden of my heart.
Fragrance of her flower garden,
leaves me silently breathless,
as we bloom in the vapours of our love.
Yet not all gardens are sincere.
Wilted path of premature petals,
leads to an unkempt province.
Walloping weeds wander through
naked rose stems with blood thirsty thorns
and I wonder, dismayed,
why anyone would neglect their garden,
when did cultivation become a crime?
So I remain, away from the darkness,
upon the silent bed of our own roses,
content with the honeysuckle,
suckling and soothing our souls.
Silent One
Simple Musing
27 July 2019
On a cold November morning
Frost wrapped the world in an ashy hue
Sucking the heart from silence
As an optimistic sun gazed through
Naked branches of oak and maple
Peeking through the limbs of gray
Lighting the indigo skies with grace
Dancing, flowing, praising
In waves of enchantment, such riches
Radiating warmth and awaking
The crackle of leaves, stunned
By the bitter air, the chilling stare
Of freezing sparkles on thoughts
Met by the luster of dawn
Revelations caress the mind
Of those who listen to the pulsations
Rumbling through the thoughts
Echoes of dreams, dulled
By reality’s dark plans for the one
Who listens to shadowy feelings
Deprived of hope or faith
Lingering on the edges of silhouettes
Who dread the moment, stirring
To life – the sense of delight
Inspiration and insight
Peppering the darkness in joy
Pleasures like seeds who’ll be growing
Love, the anointing
Of a life full of glory
A frosted November Sunday
Breathless and murky with hues
Of obscure inklings twinkling
Like the hesitating stars
On a quiet night
Flooded with desires, dreams
Amazed by the creation
Blessed by His presence
Even here – among the thorns
Who hasten to bite soft flesh
With frozen barbs, like wire
Bringing the ooze
Of crimson flowing over
Icy cool thoughts
Enriching the heart
With feelings from a deep
Longing, a need
For the belief that imagines
Love is forever
A never ending feeling
Forever giving
Never leaving
Always satisfying
On a cold and vibrant November morning
Love melts the heart
Who is yearning for the promise
Of a feeling that brings
Joy beyond words, more alive
Than the dance that inspires
Poets to write, artists to paint
As hearts unite
To share their life!