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The Cobra lay where Cobras lie,
a King within his lands.
With hooded head and armoured scales
and venom in his fangs.
The Cobra soaked up morning sun,
the nighttime turned to day.
As warmth refreshed his deathly sleep,
he slithered on his way.
A mouse or lizard, bird or frog,
a tasty little treat.
Is what he sought with flashing tongue
that sensed his daily meat.
But not today was fate his friend,
his kingdom under threat.
He rose to meet an enemy
that he had never ate.
For in his way a hillock stood
with soldiers everywhere,
none loyal to our Cobra King
his rules they did not share.
In unison the ants advanced
there’s nothing that they feared.
Streaming out from muddied walls
their thin red lines appeared.
His orders hissed from hooded fangs
and poisoned threats declared.
Had no effect on their advance
as up his scales they dared.
From inside out they ate the King,
a royal feast enjoyed.
The reign of terror of his kind,
so easily destroyed.
For poison running in your veins
can not defeat them all.
But little things beneath great power,
can make a kingdom fall.
Ivor G Davies
Love Justice made me wrest you from her bed
It’s right for you to lie with me instead
For you were mine before she came to be
A prowling threat to our felicity
My broken heart cries…JUSTICE!
It’s meant for me to ravish you tonight
To give you pain as well as sheer delight
I love you still and yet your heart must pay
For shameless way you gave my love away
My wounded pride cries...JUSTICE
And here you are inside my bed of love
I’ve bound you up, no more a gentle dove
I take revenge on body and your soul
Enslaved, you yield to dominatrix role
My passion mad cries…JUSTICE
I take from you: I take, I take, I take
Each pleasure filled, I writhe and make you quake
I kiss, caress, and taste in wanton might
Your eyes ablaze, your fervor I ignite
My vengeful soul cries…JUSTICE
And all the while I hear you gasp MY name
In ecstasy my spoils of war I claim
You beg forgiveness as you helpless lie
I satiate my needs; fulfilled I sigh
My hungry need cries…JUSTICE
This tryst was meant to teach you lover's pain
You bear the marks of love that is insane
I slash your bonds and fall in your embrace
For I have seen the wonder in your face
Relieved am I, for I have tasted JUSTICE!
For Justin Bordner’s Love Justice Contest
January 18, 2015
Forget the snow that fell last year, new snowballs are clean and white
Limits to be crossed in huge waves - eat your dessert before dinner
We will all travel on the same train - the text on the ticket is the difference
Sadness is the opposite of being happy, you are never alone
Perfectionism no one can achieve, although some think they can
If life came with instructions; no roses will grow, no new tracks
One earth we humans share - with expectations and hopes
Smiles, laughter and joy is no guarantee
With threat to the world, a new cold and cruel war
Conflicts and collapse big impact
The coming year is the next chapter of the past year
... what would you like to change
28.12.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Wishing for Spring when Mother Nature Sings
warm summer nights when stars twinkle in delight
But it's windy and cold with a threat of snow
another rainy day in February
Just want to hide under covers inside
but I know outside I must go
Hot coffee in my belly but I'm still chilly
another cold rainy day in February
My arthritis aches my body shakes
gotta go easy the roads are slick and queasy
A promise to keep from a love I seek
another cold rainy day in February
I see her smile and it's all worthwhile
my little baby child with my own smile
She brings out the sun the day is fun
another beautiful rainy day in February
She still cries over the heartbroken pages of a good book,
but a stranger’s cold word will never break her again.
Call her stupid or ugly, and she just walks past the noise—
she knows she is smart, and her worth is already proven.
Her appearance is different, her posture is tall,
wearing whatever she chooses without seeking permission to exist.
Let them talk about her all day; it rolls off like rain—
she owes no one an explanation for the space she takes up.
But dare to speak against her friends, her family, or her home,
and you will find a fortress standing in the breach.
For her grandmother, she would still move heaven and earth,
sacrificing anything to keep her protected, safe, and held.
Her laugh with her friends now rings out completely unguarded.
Her smile at a passing stranger is given to brighten their day,
no longer ducked in fear, no longer hidden in fright.
She is relentless in the pursuit of her dreams,
working every day to claim the career she has always wanted.
And the girl who once flinched at the quiet threat of love
now leans toward its warmth, opening her heart step by gentle step.
She didn't rebuild herself to win the world's applause.
She did it entirely for her—and she deeply, fiercely loves the girl she has become.
Form:
As darkness fell, the lights came up;
The stage was filled with dance.
The final night to see the show –
Who knew I’d have the chance?
For Shakespeare in the Park is free,
With tickets handed out
To those who’ve waited hours on line,
No matter what your clout.
But also, there’s a lottery –
You register and wait;
At noon, they let you know online
If somehow, you did rate.
My spouse and I each clicked “Submit”
Each day throughout the run.
My husband also hit the line
Without success – no fun!
But yesterday, on closing night,
His email said “Congrats!”
Like hitting a grand slam behind
A slew of sad at-bats.
The show was magical, with all
The goods to entertain.
The weather gods kept clouds at bay,
Despite the threat of rain.
I’ve never won a lottery
And no, I wouldn’t switch;
For seeing Shakespeare in the Park
Made me feel very rich!
How much does your burden weigh?
Simmering anger
bottled up, an acid
that corrodes the soul.
Release it,
not on someone, of course.
If it's rage, shout it into the void!
Unexpressed hurt?
Give a voice to it, at last!
Consider the source;
turn to a caring friend
who'll apply a healing balm
to your emotional wounds
If you want to cry,
don't hold it in,
permit the emotion.
Wail out a good cry!
You'd be surprised
how you feel afterwards.
Those bothersome thoughts
occupying your mind
like fetid waste; a threat
to your peace of mind
Release them like I do,
through meditation;
lighten the weight
of the burdens you carry
so you can finally
breathe and be...
free.
Woozah!...
Submitted for...
Catharsis Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by Silent One
Date written: 12/03/2020
Up high in the Moon and the Mars
You'll see hovercrafts and flying cars,
Domed cities and bustling settlement
Palatial homes and rooms for rent.
Down deep into the oceans
Without the sun and the rains,
Before long you will see
People enjoying their evening tea.
A way of life eminently new,
People on land you will find few,
With marauders running amok
The earth will just be a place of work.
As the threat of overall pollution sets in
We’ll carry masks around to breathe in,
We will live only on syrups and pills
for our diet supplements and all the ills.
Only the fittest of us will survive,
A struggle it will be to be just alive,
Turned into a concentration camps
The earth will be a place only for tramps!
~Subject MARS contest by Joe Maverick
Road of Thorns
I used to walk the narrow path with ease,
I enjoyed the dirt, the grass, the trees.
Whatever trouble came along,
Dust along the path I trod.
As I peaked the crest of valleys wide,
The storm of what was in my way darkened my path.
As I descend to the bottom land,
The road of dust to thorns it turns.
I am strong, I am not meek, I can make it through.
As thorns grew thicker I bled,
Down into the valley abyss with storms raging high.
The thorns entangle, they slow me down,
I step aside, I duck beneath catching every thorn.
Crossing through the valley below,
Mosquitoes come to drain my blood.
I've hit bottom, I've changed my course, coming up the other side,
But the blood that was drawn and the cuts were made have whittled me to the bone.
As I climb the path of the valley wall, looking at where I've been,
I see the top, a blue sky promised, boulders in the way.
Bloody, battered, snakes a constant threat.
I see the sky and move ahead, stepping carefully on the rocks.
But the best planned route is sharp and steep while the venom vipers sleep.
Not yet to the top my mind has broken down,
I see the top, I see the valley and can only stand to weep.
The path behind a brutal one, thorns behind, rocks above,
I am the daughter and the son.
Moses one of the great prophets
showing Christ as an even greater prophet
both sent by God to do His will (Ex 3: 1-12/ John 6: 57)
forever we are in their debt
Both born under remarkable circumstances( Ex 2: 1-16/ John 20: 30)
as well as under threat of death at birth (Ex 1: 15-22/Luke 1: 23-38)
God's hand destined to bless them
preserving them in all the earth
Mediators were they before God and man (Ex 20: 19-22/ 1Tim 2: 5)
reconciliation was their required aim
pointing all to Calvary's cross
where the prize redemption had came
Living foodless for a required time (Ex 34: 28/Matt 4: 2)
proving God to be their real sustainer
then provide food for the people (Ex 16: 2-22/John 6: 5-13)
show their authority to be a no-brainer
Teacher, Prophet, Lawgiver and King
(Deut 4:5)(Deut 18:15-19)( Ex 31: 28)(Deut 33: 5)
(Matt 5:12)(Deut 18: 15, 18)(John 1:17)(Matt 21:5)
just a few titles that they held
Moses to be sure a Prophet supreme
pointed to Christ the greater word did bring