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O my fellow Traveller or future life partner just wait for sometime.
listen the whisper of wind, the final destination of love is calling us.
The one I wished for in my Holy prayers,You are that guide/companion.
It’s very difficult to walk even a single step without You.
Without You, there’s no destination of love for me,
Without You, reaching the destination of love is meaningless for me.
Neither am I unfaithful nor there’s less amount of love between us.
It’s just that our destinies are completely different.
How shall we reach the final destination of love then?
Right now there is a season of separation between us,
This wait season is the guest for a couple of moments.
The darkness should go away, and the storm must be stopped?
We will definitely find the find destination of love.
The destination of love can't be stopped.
Where love has taken one romantic step,
From there a road has opened, from there a wall has fallen down.
No one can stop us from love's journey.
True love stories never have endings.
True love can neither be created nor destroyed.
It transform and stays forever connected.
True love is eternal,infinite and always like itself. It is equal and pure,
without Violent demonstrations.
True Love lasts Forever.
Never missed its Chance.
Never changed its partner.
It’s a forever love journey.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
https://youtu.be/NHSZ2_kV4cM
I walk along this boardwalk
my mind full of regret.
I can't believe what happened
It hasn't completely set.
I stormed out on her,
full of steam my mind.
My emotions how they've stirred,
It was quarter after nine.
It is now ten thirty,
I've come back to the house relaxed.
I opened the door, surprised at what I saw.
my house completely trashed.
Poetry strewn about the floor
my projection screen destroyed.
Stab wounds in my leather sofa,
now I am annoyed.
A note she left on the table
described in detail her reason.
How I was unfaithful,
committing lovers treason.
So she believed it fair,
since I broke her heart.
To break me of the things I am,
and that was just the start.
The mistake that I had made
and the consequence received.
Lost me the one who I held dear
no matter how hard I'd plea.
It wasn't all the broken things,
that irritated me so.
It was being untrue, I was such a fool
That is what I get for being a hoe.
Jared Pickett
2/25/2010
Asavvy1
I have been unfaithful,
under a curtain of night
even as you laid
a fingers breath from my hem,
he stole my affection
in sheared moments of Ecstasy
~~~
We came together
an eclectic mix,
liquid methane and fire,
once we had merged
our passion ignited
after the flames died down,
I took out a staff of creation
combining oceans of words
with waves baring
the muniments to love,
in a age of stars
nestled in black petals
and in the prayer rolls of galaxies,
my letters of adoration
shimmer
you can use a finger
and trace the path of my desires
through night
mouths of dark and light
kissed,
soft and gentle,
to a fevered fumbling
making poems slide out
between a tongue of your breath
and my lips,
I create my own beginnings,
until the end is whispers
I ask for no Taj Mahal
or crown of Sheba,
what use have I for a thousand ships
hulls busting agape with ardor,
I only yearn to taste the first syllable
that flows from the tip of your tongue
my lust twirls dream-catchers
and yet I crave the rush of methane,
my lust sparks to mark the darkness
with shooting streams of love
~~~
Neruda whispers to me of scents loosed
on the float of lemon flowers,
his rest begun
in a the soft valley
of my heart, and
he knew not how,
or when or from where
but from the other side
he found a way to my heart
timing the tide,
his words now rest under my tongue
and are savored with passion,
I am reduced, again and again
all this?
is only in my mind
I am a flickering light -
a little candle -
a dancing flame so happy to have been set alight!
But I am fragile, Father.
A sudden gust could blow me out.
A brief shower of rain.
A spiteful touch from cold fingers.
A swell of noxious pride at my own tiny mortal beauty.
So hold me very close, Father.
Shield me with your mighty, gentle hand.
Be patient with me as only you could be.
For I am a forgetful and unfaithful little heart.
But, at least for a moment,
I can offer you my sincere desire to love you,
though I fear that I hardly have the power to love at all.
But you make all things new.
Written in Co-Cathedral of the Sacred Heart
2025-08-22
started before noon, finished by 12:04 PM.
He was a gentle man
Savvy yet so presently
Merrily he studied to be a lover of humanity
And women he treated so royally
Needless to say he'd open a door for her
Polite and yet strong and quiet
Ever so proud of her and to be her one man
He would never strike nor hit her
No would he step out on her and ever be so unfaithful
Never would he be perfect for only Christ was perfect
He would only be worth following as he follows God
Most men and poorly standard women
would think he a fool
Because of his politeness
He would walk on the curb side of the street (always)
He'd be a gentle man (always)
He pray for her continually (always)
He would understand a woman's feelings
he would never go off ranting and reeling
Alas, to say he's a gentle man
A gentlemen
Polite and ever so Godly
Not perfect but yet has a perfect praise
Worships his Our Lord Our God always
Savvy yet so presently
Merrily he studied to be a lover of humanity
And women he treated so royally
Needless to say he'd open a door for her
Polite and yet strong and quiet
Ever so proud of her and to be her one man
Praise God for this God fearing man
Whose devotion to a Queen one of God's daughters
This woman whom he treated so royally
Needless to say he'd open a door for her
Needless to say he'd praise and call her
A queen for whom she is
Needless to say he wouldn't be ashamed to hold her hand
This my dear lady is the start of an imperfect yet gentle, gentleman
2/2/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Liars
Looking and staring
Singing and lofting
So agile and charismatic
All for the essence of the belly.
I've built mansions
And own exotic cars
But in reality a pauper
The honour is just for a moment but expires
He assaulted or raped me
But in reality snubbed a frequent advances
Making an innocent to suffer an unjust cause.
There's nothing done without rewards.
I love you
You own every part of my life
Without you I can't breathe
We're destined to be married
Yet several abortions are gone to your credit.
We serve a living God
And our church was built on the center of the holy spirit
But a corpse was buried as part of the foundation
And several abortions are to the credit of the Pastor.
All have rewards and will soon be made known
Sweet is their voices
That one will have no choice but to buy
Cos they're respected with ovations
As they build Castles in a minute
But in all truth they lack ideas.
Liars don't fade away
But their integrity is zero
Rich and well respected
Yet they have no life.
Come over and hear my plight
How best it is to be truthful?
You may be in want without honour
But you have life
Liars are the prodigals of truth
Whose lives are channelled on their talks
Do they know the Bible?
Hope they'd learned from Ananiah and Saphirah.
Unfaithful marital transgressions
self admitted indictment,
crime and punishment,
no longer think high lee
entailing no mister re: demeanors,
I searingly weathered
(George by bushed, albeit thankfully,
no unwanted child left behind),
nonetheless one unforgettable
indelible, execrable, and abominable
professedly owned his
civil warring battle of life
transgressions undeservedly heaped
(Uriah hit about that)
(carnal feral hormonally seething
gone astray nightwalks)
woven by basket of deplorable
emotionally painful selfish object lesson
forever etched upon mine psyche
(left by one bobbing sponge -
cheeses crust station of his life
within sea of human life now
affixes moniker re: mister crabs)
inflicted courtesy yours truly
said marital indiscretion (philandering)
one among many issues discussed,
during treatment plan earlier today
February eighteenth 2020
concerning complex edifice
regarding mein kampf
existential bleak house
(figuratively crowded cheek to jowl)
with and hard times
fraught with many
unattained great expectations
unwittingly accepts psychological fallout
(among kissing kith and kin,
a shellfish chicken and hen thing for sure),
despite years elapsed ex post facto
deploying, incorporating, narrating, signifying...
narcissistic, opportunistic, and phlegmatic
self incriminating doom
visualize deus ex machina
betrayal rendered adopted smugness
invariably set in motion domino effect,
whereby emotional alienation
devastation, humiliation, maturation, suppuration
(yoking impossible mission
to shuck off penitence, the price to pay),
thus rightfully, truthfully, and veritably...
ably, readily, and willingly
allowing, enabling, and providing
incomplete resolution, (hence iresolution)
thwarting rancor thy deux daughters
(livingsocial many time zones distant)
embark quest to guide their own
metaphorical maiden voyaging ships of state
countless transpired hours
at counseling facility, where poetic papa
aired and mulled over bothersome
anguish to complete requisite treatment plan
to receive psychiatric appointment
next (and last) Tuesday of February 2020.
Like a broken faucet, your poisonous acid waters the ground
Trapping yourself in an assassin's disguise - suffocation there's no sound
With every one of your weapons - strewn across your Gucci belt
Psychopaths and Sociopaths - can't fathom what their victims felt
Your size 13 Jordans - stomping through the dungeons and catacombs
You're satisfied with your murderous work - robbing sacred sarcophagus tombs
Too afraid and too ignorant to trust your progress - watching as it blooms
You're the only one who stops yourself dead in your tracks
You've got too much pride and ego - to correct what you know you've lacked
You're so high up on your leathered high horse - believing you're a god
In your brain, your logic, your common sense - you're missing a mechanical cog
You're in your fantasies, you're in a storybook - and you're in your head
You can't admit what's hindering your progress - so you settle for less instead
But God forbid you ever did realize your easily correctable weak flaws
I swear I'd croak over and die if you ever admitted it - finally realizing the cause
The first steps to start to change for the better - is admitting the worst issues
I'll make sure when you ever admit it - on standby will be a box of tissues
If it ever even gets microscopically better - the cheating will still be in my head
As well as everything you've ever betrayed me for - all of the evil you said
Your excuse is "you're not perfect," and I don't want you to be
But you don't have to be "perfect" at all - to be consistly unfaithful to me
With my God-bestowed crowing capacity at the break of dawn
I’m the rooster with my "cock-a-doodle-doo" wake up call…
Cheering each one to start the day right
Motivated to toil along joyous faith's zeal
Accomplishing tasks with love today!
Midst Scriptures’ account of my significance in Apostle Peter’s denial*
I, the revival-rooster, can still remain as a warning signal
To admonish you against being unfaithful steward of time…
Better yet, keep achieving with Christ’s might
Acknowledging His strength for doing best and utmost!
This morning, I, the cheerful rooster urge you to persist, diligent servant
Of quality grace-propelled work, prospered by the Lord
Who exemplifies excellence as a triumphant Finisher…
It’s my prayer that before you hear my crow everyday,
you’ve had sweet slumber, ready to face another challenge.
*Matthew 26:34 Jesus said unto him, Verily I say unto thee, That this night, before the cock crow, thou shalt deny me thrice.
June 26, 2019
2nd place, "Pick A Title, Vol 6 - Personification" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 7/20/2019.
You're mad because I told your husband the truth.
You cheated on him and I showed him the proof.
Instead of being angry, you should be ashamed.
You cheated and you only have yourself to blame.
You tried to convince your hubby that my proof was misleading.
But he could see the truth and he started divorce proceedings.
Because you were unfaithful, the judge didn't give you squat.
The clothes on your back were the only things that you got.
Your good life is gone and that's something you regret.
You once drove a Porsche but now you drive a Chevette.
Because of your infidelity, you were tossed out into the street.
If you ever find another rich man, you'd better not cheat.
(This is a fictional poem)