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Beauty Found Within
What are you talking about that I am nobody.
I traveled deep and far
I came back with the ability
to see all the beauty within
Do not tell me I am ugly because I sin
I found myself while living in the life I deny
trapped in a pit, never did i think I would win
Give me a chance to explain myself
I destroyed all the beauty i once knew
Pushed it deep behind a wall rejecting reality
Living as a lost soul feeding myself on the weak
Roaming all alone
Spiting on this world, torching my own will to love
God I put you to a side
That is still a book I am working on
The knowledge i once new, i through it all away
Living like a fool
to the worlds destructive ways
Trying to balance out my life
I closed the doors to receive the perception of every way
taking a deep look I fell to my knees
opening the door to help the ones in need
God it makes me so mad to know
we always put the worlds blame on you
The death of the world is just another beauty
to the life we will have on the other side
The evil we have with in, is just a wake up call
To receive the things we choose not see
blinded by the truth that does not add up at all
Inner beauty buried by my own rage
I felt so trapped, somewhere inside
Crying to let her out
I suffocate her with my tongue
Chanting for me to open my mouth
Now I take an oath to never betray her again.
nor lock her in the abyss inside of me
My beauty now overpowers the bite off the apple.
In which was taken from us in the beginning of all time
A small simple reminder,
That will sooner or later surface the outside
never in my wildest dreams did i imagined
my beauty would exposed for all to see
Now that i am strong i will stand up for myself
With God given gift I will also stand up for others
With my beauty that has bloomed like a rose
I will take that beauty and share for all to see
I will walk where my senses are needed
you will follow just to get to know me.
With the reminder so simple as can be
To look, to feel, to perform, is a wake call upon self-image
I found my beauty which is far more dangerous than vanity
the VALUES of life are the beauty given to me : )
by: P.D.
12/5/20
Forewarning
It's only morning
But my day starts off far from boring
Usually up by 6 AM, not snoring
Weather getting colder or warming
Clouds in the sky forming
Soon to be storming
Thundering, and pouring
Nearby rapids that continue roaring
Birds in the sky soaring
Above houses with wooden or tile flooring
She acted like she was adoring
Then quickly was ignoring
Meanwhile I kept exploring
And scoring
Originating from the sourcing
As folks were still warring
It's rather abhorring
Did not get it done or was performing
My energy depleting and restoring
As time continues coursing
I found this life rather rewarding
Folks starving or gorging
Staying silent or reporting
Didn't always go according
To plan, but my own path I was always forging
The temperature scorching
People torching
Over one more thing
It's petty and useless, like hoarding
Did or did not get it in a recording
Was either false or accurate reporting
Against it or supporting
“Heady heights..bright neon lights..giddy delights
Arsonists torching the Indian empire
Reputations scorching..awash with brilliant whites
Gilded generation ire… spoils soiled in an oily quagmire
Sailing the conquest crest..Kiwi veneration..scaling Test Everest
Perturbed…wondrous walloping to disturbed lolloping..absurdly dire
Otherworldly umami of the Barmy Army tsunami
Marauding sneers trumpet.. foolish career nadirs..retire
Ghoulish gravity..devoured by a glutinous abyss
Bazball belter depravity..sensationally soured bucolic bliss
Hoodwinking..hasten Black caps helter skelter sinking
Downed & drowned in a bottomless basin..stinking
Hilariously or nefariously bombastic
Bellicose blows vicariously fantastic
Lambasted & larruped..willow wizards’ blizzards
Scary..leery…Kiwis dreary..wary..weary
Boisterously babbling record book pleasing Brook..
Febrile lairy timber & turnstile teasing fairy
Frazzled dreams bedazzled by pyrotechnic memes
Peacocking cavorting with shocking ripsnorter slaughter
Lampooned buffoons marooned…as Jaffas deliriously spill.. festooned just like Seville
Bazball booming batting baritones..delicious blooming blossom
Vicious..nailed..pernicious.. flailed like an impaled pesky possum
Stranded in a leaking latrine…Baz branded..reeking of what could have been
Outrageously courageous…ridiculously sublime at the same time
Flat track thuggery fortuitously free from spin skulduggery?
Cosy club snubs…mandarins’ selectorial sins?
It’s coming home..it’s coming..in Welly on the telly..what we have seen
Prodigal Bazball from South D has already well & truly been"
I can't sleep, I twist and turn… memories keeping me awake… I am restless... sleepless nights... I am living in a nightmare...I am haunted by your face …I can't stop crying ...tears ...tears...I have no peace ...so many shattered promises...will I ever get any rest?
You have your perfect sleep next to your new queen and I am here twisting and turning... I have no comfort here…twist and turn ...memories...thinking of you with someone else breaks my heart, it keeps me up every night...so restless.... twisting and turning ...my restless nights, haunted by your face…it keeps me up every night...what a nightmare...I am living in hell... burning fire …the flame torching my heart ...I just can't sleep...so restless…twisting and turning…will I ever get any sleep?
A chipmunk fell under my spell today.
I am magnificent, so of course, it was not totally unexpected,
plus chipmunks have always been attracted to me.
She immediately recognized me as a mystical, magical, Komodo dragon,
and she wanted to tell her relatives, for she liked being the first with the news.
You know the type.
I could have none of that, being the only Komodo dragon left, in generations
of magical, mystical dragons. If she told, I might disappear forever, and then who would save the planet? So I brought her to my dragon lair, and we had a bit of a chat.
Her name was Miss Fancy, and she was all of that; eating her sandwiches with her pinkie up. She had never tasted peanut butter banana sandwiches before, and let me know how great they are.
Komodos do not eat that kind of food, being strictly carnivores, but I resisted every urge to eat her, and it worked. Miss Fancy promised she would not tell anyone about my mystical, magical side, which she and only she had seen, so I released her back into her meadow with her friends.
Almost as soon as she was released she began travelling door to door, and I suspected she was not merely delivering May baskets. I turned invisible to listen, and was astounded at how many people laughed at her for thinking there was a real Komodo dragon. None believed, and she was the laughing
stock of Chipmunk Village.
I cannot tell you the relief I felt for I had grown fond of her, and did not relish torching her with my mighty flames, for a chipmunk is not much of a bite anyway.
In the depths of Mt Rainier fire stirred,
The earth around trembled in dire anger,
As the fiery spirit Elf wandered
In the depths of the spouting volcano
Exuding thick feculent, fusty smells,
And from the volcano's top, exuded
Ash, smoke, flaming rocks and burning lava.
Dare a human female refuse Elf?
Not that he loved her as Indians love.
His fervid lust for her knew no limit.
His anger increased beyond all known bounds.
Rising to the top of the volcano,
Elf hurled fireballs, torching the forests,
So that poor humans flew towards a lake.
There they prayed to their good God to save them.
A large stone fell into the volcano
Burying Elf and his hateful fire.
A fearful blizzard formed and rain and snow
Filled the volcano until all was calm.
A large lake formed and a lovely island
Rose majestically from the waters:
A seventh wonder of Columbia.
KOMOREBI
Pushing dense bush walking in pathless forest
under tree canopy, continuous.
At dawn sun rays penetrating at best,
torching dark tunnel , making luminous.
Sunbeams filtered by leaves and foliage
interplaying sheen and shade to astound.
Komorebi cast on dappled image
forming lovely lattice on forest ground.
Komorebi caused by leaf lamina.
Pretty patterns to adorn forest floor.
Sunlight is sieved by leafage patina.
Wonder and dreams of sunbeam to adore.
Morn glow of Komorebi ! End of night.
Dark shadowed tunnel on opacity,
finding flash of thin shafts of twinkled light.
Profound pure pristine tranquility .
When sunlight shines through tree in environ
Contrast of light and shadow to receive
on re-energised radiant ion,
Komorebi to charm at morn and eve.
54, 000 California Acres Lost
While you're snug in your pajamas
Or having French Toast,
Californians are being evacuated
before they roast!
The winds at sixty,horrific miles an
hour.
Torching homes and trees in beautiful
Sonoma County as they burst.
Wine country, Napa, closing all its
all schools,
As the Sonoma fire growls and is more
Than cruel.
Millions living without any power.
Please say a prayer or, three!
For those on the run, trying to get
free.
With winds at sixty miles per hour,
the footage shows,
I bow my head in prayer.
Not comprehending the such hot, red,
vistas.
But on my knees for my fellow
Californians in flight..
My unknown, brothers and sisters!
October 28, 2019
4:00 a.m.
"murder me"
she whispered ...
lips pressed to my nape -
soft-nipping skin
for her betrayal of husband and
family meant as much …
we both knew the sacrifices
and we accepted the cost that instant
then, and for the scandalous
time to come …
she was lost in me -
straddling, pressing … and I, lost in her
so rooted that I was becoming
her in flesh - in all senses …
nothing mattered anymore but
passion and its pyre
torching all in its torrid wake -
all that had mattered
'til then …
it was a horrid
thing for her to speak aloud -
to place in such dire phrasing
yet it was ALL I wanted -
all that I needed and cared
to hear … "murder me”
she whispered again, pressing down
"for I am nothing now ...
“but yours."
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn
Frozen, in a darkened moments cold,
preserving, youth denied its growing old,
flames that severed psyches cord
arson at the hands of those who “serve the lord”.
Living in an ice block embered hate
all that might have been numbly laid waste
locked both in and outside of the gate
homeless amid the “keepers of the faith”.
Deafened by the pealing of the bells
sentencing a child to lifeless hells,
carrying the weight of sinner’s sin
because they told him it belonged to him.
Embers, that were tended, fueled with rage
warming, ever slowly, livings flame
refusing to be locked in clerics cage
torching the lie “I was to blame”.
8/14/2014
For Gail Angel Doyle contest
Where Frozen Embers Still Burn