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Unlocking the vault
invested with pain
Its riches long stolen
all value is stained
Each bill tells a story
of wantonness greed
With truth sold for dollars
whose printing now bleeds
Locked up in a winter
of coldness and fear
A traitorous fortune
of all you hold dear
Its smell tells a story
the mold growing thick
Corruption inherent
the air makes you sick
Bereft you can’t spend
what you coveted so
Before the interment
when sinking so low
The cash becomes toxic
it falls from your hands
Its value infected
—insolvent and damned
(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
The voice of my eyes
Speaks silent words
A language to be heard
What does it say?
Oh baby, it’s telling you
Telling you to stay
The voice of my heart
Thundering through my chest
As your head lies on my breast
Oh baby, what does it say?
It’s telling you
Telling you to stay
The voice of my body
These words my arms speak
As I melt and go weak
In the heat of your night
In the cool of your day
What, oh what does it say?
Baby, oh baby
It’s begging you,
Asking you
It’s telling you to stay
Stay…
Let your doubts stop turning
Give in to this burning
Forget what’s wrong or right
And stay with me tonight
Stay just a little longer
You’ll leave a little stronger
Stay inside my fantasy
And feed on my ecstasy
Be naked heart and soul
Lose control and be made whole
Let caged desires free
Let wantonness just...BE
Oh taste and touch and feel,
Every wish in me come real
Oh baby, what do you say?
Let the world just melt away
To your paradise, I'm the way
Oh baby...right now...TODAY
Just
PLEASE
~*~ STAY ~*~
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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love fleeting
moments
soul controlled
promiscuity &
wantonness
winnow wheat
from chaff
magically
besot
bog-myrtle
emblem
shrewdness
credence
communication
intimacy & physical touch
oversight
laudation
love binds
oozes
matters
expands
prevails. . . and sounds
spiritual
visual
reversal
unperishable
individable
love is all around
love is all about
love is all we ask
love is all we bestow
love is all I have . . .
Joining
flowing counting
growing knowing
asking giving
motivating comforting
having
love is painful
fruitful
disdainful
gainful
baneful
graceful
hateful
archangel
playful
baleful
wakeful
unstable
i love: love
i am so in love
in love with Joy
in love with happiness
in love with anger
in love with frustration
in love with tears
love hurt, love heal, love win, love kill,
love loose, love catch, love toss, love match,
love fall love is right love is wrong,
love is weak, love is strong,
love rise love tall, love smile, love frown,
love stay love cease, love dream love sing,
Within the ancient tent of meeting shade
A woman stands where vows are made
The barley offering, silent, coarse, and dry
Is placed before the priest and searching eye
Her tresses loosed, she lifts a trembling hand
To swear she wasn’t with another man
The oath is written, then dissolved away
In bitter waters, a curse or hope’s mainstay
The waters heal and bless if innocent
If not, she bears the pain and embarrassment
In jealous ages, where doubt and faith collide
Her wantonness lingers if she has lied
From ancient scrolls and whispered fears
Sotah’s tale persists throughout the years
A ritual etched in Jewish writings and art
Recording the proceedings of justice, faith, and heart
P.S. If we draw on the Incarnadine Strain
We will not be drowned in the flood, but be blessed by rain
Under the veil of twilight, in the whispering pines,
Where the sweet rain drifts through the western air,
I find myself lost in the labyrinth of my own thoughts.
Hypocrite women, how seldom we express our doubts,
While, with doubt, we care for the man in his uncertainty,
High up, among the trees in the mountains, in the thick air of poetry,
A white sweating bull of a poet declares our s are ugly,
Why didn't we admit that we’ve thought the same?
And what shame? They are not for the eye!
No, they are dark, wrinkled, hairy,
Caves of the Moon...
And when a dark humming fills us,
A coldness towards life,
We are too much women to admit to such unwomanliness.
With wantonness, we play and plead with the psychopomp,
And say nothing of it later,
Our dreams, with what frivolity we have pared them,
Like cut nails, like split ends of hair.
In moments of silence, when the world is quiet,
I wonder at the duality of our existence,
How we care and negate, love and loathe,
Lost in the labyrinth of our own creation,
Unable to speak the truths we hide so deeply.
In the shadows, under the mystical veil of night,
We are more than the sum of our parts,
More than the whispers of our doubts,
Yet bound by the silence we impose upon ourselves.
Here, in this sacred space of introspection,
Let us unearth the truths buried beneath layers of pretense,
Let us own our darkness, our coldness towards life,
For in admitting, we find the strength to transcend,
The courage to embrace our true selves,
Under the veil of twilight, in the whispering pines.
Written: October 25, 2023, For Craig Cornish Contest
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The world is wailing with wantonness
every time feelings and fists collide
crooning in the midst of the earthquake
akin to lamenting the demise of love
Watch as the world catches fire
screams will resound across the ether
an eternal chorus of shrieking, life is dead
All I view are fiery banners stop signs, and rage
In the quest for a break, shoes are static.
We bore witness to the disasters
the dreadful symptoms of spiritual demise
as in the empire of the Egyptian pharaohs
We elevate our sights instead of trusting
sensing a basis for praise toward God
some steel their souls to truth, omitting the warning signs.
Stop signs create a dilemma
Someone's whistle is blaring
shaped to ponder on the best action film
the scene where the hero tragically dies.
*Image of Cave, Stars, Sky, Tunnel by Pixabay.
Of Infinity
Source and aim is ... vast consequence,
Wherefore controls ... take prominence,
Greek's Alpha meant ... primal ascends,
Omega states ... constants transcends,
Cause steadfast edge ... oppositeness,
Expansiveness ... span conscienceless,
Space an abstract ... not concreteness,
Wander spirits ... lodged comprehends,
Source and aim is,
Between the two ... points wantonness,
License demands ... subconsciousness,
Omnipresent ... joined broad bookends,
Christ's the answer ... prize providence,
Infinity ... stretched mixed strengthens,
Source and aim is,
2021 November 07
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 8
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2021 December 05
*HMS & RZ
Here I am, smiling up at you..
Looking past me, you see right through.
Can I tell you about my day?
You stare at me, with few words to say.
Are we still married? I feel alone.
Longing to talk, I reach for the phone.
Going astray has a taunting appeal..
Betrayal and hurt could become real.
Wantonness invites me to its fold..
My sacred vows have not yet been sold.
It's only but, a fleeting thought..
Cloaked attention but, at what cost?
My heart would not feel the same..
No matter how we played this game.
I love you now and always will..
My candle still burns, on your window sill.
The Future
One’s future footprints in the sands of time,
To be enshrined for all to see in time.
A time period of shall and shall be,
Descriptive too of what again shall be.
A future view of such constant motion,
Of people, events, passion, emotion.
A planned assumption that is great or grave,
That a future parade of time must save.
A dream so enchanted for the future,
Not revealed—as one must learn the future.
A future hope for wantonness and wit,
To be resurrected now from Hell’s pit.
A vision of future epochs in time,
Now must our poets plan to set in rhyme.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 27, 2014) (Heroic Couplet)
In rare gustation dine we here tonight!
For you, my feast; for me, your pleasant sight!
And for them both, I raise my glass to cheer:
Let all that’s sober end before the year!
Let music, wine and wantonness prevail!
Let revelry erase the dry and stale!
And light your mortal youth that burns so strong,
For I, the God of Wine, who’s lived too long.
And when my followers stand - or rather, sprawl -
Across the landscape, shall the dreary fall!
And when my wine the final frown shall lift,
Then sprawled amidst the rest, I’ll share the gift!
Let wine make us wise, and feasting for all!
Till morning shall rise, or each of us fall!
Evil sobriety! It shall not last the night!
For I have found munitions, ample for the fight!
The vine divine, from whence the grapes of wine!
I tend its thirsts, and it doth water mine!
The beasties of the Earth and air,
I do invite to be my fare!