Long Weakness Poems

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She's My Weakness

SHE IS MY WEAKNESS

When I see her my heart skips
When she touches me my pulse dips
She looks so cool hut I bet she's hot
Ask me how I know this
Wait till she looks at you
If you don't melt, then I must be a weakling 

She got me got me confused 
When she gave me a lap dance
My mind got lost
But really that was the start of my lust
I've got plan to return
Leave me lost in her list

Thought of her kiss get me jerking in btwn
You won't know till you have one
But sorry, I'll kill you if you dare think of it

Don't blame me when I lose my senses
You can keep your legs standing at her holding you
I tremble when she draws me closer
I wonder what closes my eyes when she soaks me in her mouth


I lose control when she ravishes me with her tongue
The moment she scrub my hair with her fingers
That's the point I exist no more
Just a bit stronger than a worm

She's my strength makes makes me go on
She is my hope making me think of another day
She's my subject cos she worships me
Above all, she's my weakness
Cos she takes away my breath every moment. 
Shout out to my Sweet One

(FM CONCEPTUAL)
Form: ABC


Arent Songs Poetic Too,,, I Suffer

I Suffer.

Girl you know how much I love you,
Your all about everything I do.
Sometimes I am in your dungeon 
For crimes I never did. 
Even when you know its not true.
You still torture me because you want to.

Just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.

Sometimes I want to walk away.
But the thought makes me afraid.
That you would do me more harm by you.
Always I would blame myself for what you would do.
This world needs your beauty more than me.

Just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.


A good day is kissing your face making you smile
laughter with tears down your eyes.
Thats the real you that I see.
Not the woman wanting to hurt me.
One wrong word and you hate with spite
All day wanting a fight.

Just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.

So I stay and put up with your ways.
I compromise in everything every day.
My weakness is my heart is yours.
Even if you constantly close your hearts door.
Maybe one day you will change.
But I dont think you will because.

just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.

Do I love you yes I do.
Would  I die for you yes I will
is my life worthy of you,
Maybe my last breath.
 will show you how true I am to you.

just some days you like to make me suffer.
Because you want your sisters to know your in charge,
even though you love me unto death.
You test me for my last earthly breath.
Form: Ballad

My Weakness Made Perfect

As we have all come to know and accept
That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped
It’s either you’re stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress
Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress
Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter
However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder

For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady
A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy
A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man
So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan
This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant
Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat

Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability
Viewed by society as a mere object of instability
I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male’s shadow
For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow
Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect
And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect

Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin
So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean
Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine
For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define
As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness
For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress
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Premium Member My Weakness

GOD

Wondrous of many blessings.
Smiling never a frown.
My prayers, Lord, are  suddenly being ignored.
I've taken a tumble of  fallen down
Lord, my life was plain and simple  
How did it come to this?
Lord, now I carry a  burden so deep
A torn up life not easy to fix
Hard to get my prayers before I sleep
Bleeding only internally!
Feeling very minutely!
God, have you deserted me or is it me who deserted you?

God, my Lord, my savior, how could you abandon me?
Must I drown in my own sorrow?
Must I wake up like this today and tomorrow.
Why have you left me, or is it me who left you?

God, I need you like never before.
When I wake up,
When I head out the door.
Tormented in a mood ring of stock
Heavily my tears hit the floor.
God, do you not feel me, or is it me who no longer feel you?

God, what is your plan for me?
What things did I not see?
I asked for you to forgive me in my ways of sin.
Why do you let him provoke me?
Lord, I forbid for him to win.
Relieve me from his gutless pain.
God, do you not believe me, or is it me who no longer believe in you?

God, do you not hear my call
My pitiful excuses make me weak and small
In your eyes, I no longer feel tall
I remain cursed in every single fall
Lord, only you can break this wall
Do you not see me on my knees
Must I beg and crawl?
I am at your mercy, crying out with grief
Open the path to the lighted hall
O' Lord, the day you judge me before your throne
Please tell me it was a lesson for me to stand up on my own
God for now I will end this talk
With the dignity to never look back
I ask if you were there on my endless journey of a relentless walk?

By:PD

My Cup Of Tea

Maybe there’s an intelligence that guides the smile 
serving the brain to think it’s all worthwhile.
Maybe the smile seeks a mate not to love but to fascinate.
Maybe the smile opens a path where your natural self is camouflaged.
Maybe the smile reverses the mirror, first the suave you then the sinner.
Maybe the smile suggests a weakness, a returned pressure of touch, a nervous laugh too much.
Maybe the smile completes the ring of wondering where you’re going and where you’ve been.
Maybe the smile defines the you in me, not a complication or an unsolved mystery, but a bright path of light in the grey slate sky of uncertainty.


Premium Member Life in the Penitentiary

Steel bars whisper cold truths at night,  
A jungle of killers, no room for fright.  
Survival ain't luck, it's blood and bone,  
Earn your name or die unknown.  

Respect ain't given, it's taken in war,  
A blade in the dark, a fist to the jaw.  
Weakness is death, don’t flinch, don’t fold,  
Only the ruthless make it old.  

No second chances, no rewind, no grace,  
One wrong move, they’ll rearrange your face.  
Ain’t no nine lives, just one shot to last,  
Make it count or fade fast.  

The yard’s a battlefield, the rules are clear,  
Stand your ground, show no fear.  
If it goes down, handle your biz,  
Ain’t no mercy where killers live.  

Every step’s a test, every glance a threat,  
A life of war, no time for regret.  
You bang with the hardest, you earn your place,  
Or get erased without a trace.  

Chains don’t break, they only weigh,  
A lifetime lost, but dues to pay.  
You either rise or rot away,  
In the penitentiary, where demons play.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member God's Will


While my heart breaks,
here in this unsteady silence,
before the first snowflakes
the gentle autumn light fades…

while my spirit abides,
here in the turbulent stories,
before the darkness divides
where hope meets faith…

while my heart hesitates,
here in the weakness of a tear,
God’s love gently translates
so I know the love who is real…

while my spirit sings praises,
here where there was once fear,
I remember how much He amazes
those who believe He surely saves…

while my heart trembles,
here where the light stands still,
there is the courage that resembles
the sweetness of God’s perfect will.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Burnt Offerings

Rain falls silently beyond the farthest hill
as morning cries from life's night of despair
Where shaded shadows stand in solitude seeking wisdom
after stars fell without notice by human eyes
corrupted by caustic cradles of candles waxing

Searching for answers in skies where there is no sun
and finding weakness wandering to wailing walls
because all are lost from reason and sanity
infused instead by illusions of light lit longingly in wistfulness

As anger confronts confusion leading to the death of all
left to be buried by no one but the passing of time
that cares not whether we pass this way again
   Maybe another candle will be lit

8/30/20

Juan Marques Lopes

Juan Marques Lopes


Juan Marques Lopes lives in Spain,
To move one day is his only wish.
Free himself of a poor life with his wife,
For he knows he can do better than this.


One hundred years have come and gone, 
since the day that he was born,
To a Shepard’s daughter on a farmers land, he was her only son.
Three decades ago he received a bite to the neck 
and thought he would die from the blood loss,
For the pain to stop and to save his own life, 
he said he'd sell his soul whatever the cost.


One moment of weakness and his soul was the Devils,
To do as he pleased, just to not die like this.
Freedom from death must come at a price,
For a vampires thirst craves the deadliest kiss.


Juan killed all his friends then he killed his own family,
To feed his thirst for blood and for power.
Three times a day, he must feed on their blood,
For he sold his soul to Satan, this is his last eternal hour.



(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Premium Member Lord God, You Are My Strength Magnifier

April 19 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 1-4

Key Verse –2Chronicles 1:1  And Solomon the son of David was strengthened in his kingdom, and the LORD his God was with him, and magnified him exceedingly.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY STRENGTH MAGNIFIER
				
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my obvious weakness
Thank You for governing over feebleness 
Along my doubting mind of unbelief’s destructiveness
For me to be prepared to pitch in Your holiness.

Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my lack of knowledge 
Thank You for guiding my stubborn heart toward Your divine privilege 
Along my unyielding stubbornness of miserable price I acknowledge
For me to be fetched out from carnality’s mileage.

Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my waning determination 
Thank You for grabbing my burdened devotion 
Along my wavering dedication due to dissatisfaction
For me to be built up by Your compassion’s fortification.

Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my limited understanding 
Thank You for guarding my searching mind from deceitful pretending
Along my shaky decision-making needing sturdy standing
For me to be set upon Your truth, wisely commanding.
 
Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my shallow commitment 
Thank You for gearing my little faith toward service-empowerment 
Along my complaining attitude to learn genuine contentment
For me to be reared well by Your stewardship’s enablement.

Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my towering pride 
Thank You for grafting my heightening arrogance in every stride 
Along my hindering selfishness I try to hide
For me to be cleansed, and in Your sanctification, abide.

Lord God, You are my strength Magnifier midst my unrighteous habit
Thank You for granting my confessed sins Your pardon, gracious in every bit 
Along my admitted guilt, freeing me from disturbance-pit
For me to be perfected by Your transformation of Scriptures’ writ.

April 19, 2023
Form: Rhyme

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