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my angel, fallen ...
gossamer linen, violet lace
window-dressing body, pressing
goddess of unblemished grace
beckoning - urge reckoning
clasp me, push me ... down with you.
close, to see my eyes in yours
heart of darkness, warm and artless
measured with our carnal cores
fallowed - soon, unhallowed
pull me, draw me ... down with you.
savor sweet, your taste is mine
greedy swallows fill my hollows
faultless form, engorged supine
whetted - blade unfettered
cut me, rend me ... down with you.
pity, fawn to take me in
I, the frozen quarry, chosen
bartered virtue, ceded sin
merging - madness surging
gather me, wrench me ... down with you.
each dynamic sates a thirst
a darkened oath devours both
raptured sighs so unrehearsed
spasm - plunging chasm
drench me, drown me ... down with you.
painted nails to flay my frame
stripes of lust, a jealous trust
lesions roused for fervor's flame
unversed - do your worst
stain me, rake me ... down with you.
feral places, once denied
cognate parts to blackened hearts
souls and selves we can't divide
twisted - double-fisted
grind me, burn me ... down with you.
sing to me a siren's wail
rip the rhyme from all sublime
watch the frenzied portions flail
disguised - hell, improvised
smite me, drag me ... down with you.
all in, my angel ... fallen
so sweetly, and
so deeply
down.
with.
you.
** This is a poetic form I created called “Torridelle”, (not the actual shape, but the rhyme scheme, phrasing and metre). **
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as the legacy lives on we're continuing to make it great
in celebration of Berean Baptist's 158th
a monumental journey that many would find impressing
but we at Berean just simply count our blessings
for there's no need to brag nor is there a need to boast
as we are only still in existence by the grace of the Holy Ghost
for 158 years we've stayed in prayer and preparation
by giving all the glory to God for our church's continuation
when Gideon went before the Lord God
and then asked the Lord to do His part
God then told Gideon there are a few things he needed to understand
if he desired the Lord God to place victory in his hands
you must be willing to step out on faith
and willing to sacrifice whatever it takes
you must faithfully believe in the cause
for the Kingdom is at stake and there's no time to stop and pause
you need to willing trust in God's instructions
and lean not towards your own for it may lead to destruction
you need to be willing to follow in line
and keep the Lord God foremost on your mind
you need to simply kneel down to God and pray
that as long as you have a will God will find a way
trusting in the Lord and no longer stressing
having no more fears and just counting your blessings
you need total faith and trust plus blind belief
that God will answer your prayers and give you relief
trusting in the Lord to always provide
believing that He is always firmly by your side
understanding that the Lord God is fully aware
of everything that you are going through down here
praying to the Lord and sincerely confessing
repenting and atoning and counting your blessings
chosen by the hand of God and now appointed
touched by the word of God and now anointed
in the presence of the Holy Spirit that has spurred you on
a new disciple of Christ now renewed and reborn
praying for yourself and everyone else who is around
lifted up by the word of God and now planted on higher ground
now living a life of substance and not mere window dressing
making it great in 2008 by simply counting your blessings
my angel, fallen ...
gossamer linen, violet lace
window-dressing body, pressing
goddess of unblemished grace
beckoning - urge reckoning
clasp me, push me ... down with you.
close, to see my eyes in yours
heart of darkness, warm and artless
measured with our carnal cores
fallowed - soon, unhallowed
pull me, draw me ... down with you.
savor sweet, your taste is mine
greedy swallows, fill my hollows
faultless form, engorged supine
whetted - blade unfettered
cut me, rend me ... down with you.
pity, fawn to take me in
I, the frozen quarry chosen
bartered virtue, ceded sin
merging - madness surging
gather me, wrench me ... down with you.
each dynamic sates a thirst
a darkened oath devours both
raptured cries yet unrehearsed
spasm - plunging chasm
drench me, drown me ... down with
you.
painted nails to flay my frame
stripes of lust, a jealous trust
lesions roused for fervor's flame
unversed - do your worst
stain me, rake me ... down with you.
feral places, once denied
cognate parts to blackened hearts
souls and selves we can't divide
twisted - double-fisted
grind me, burn me ... down with you.
sing to me a siren's wail
rip the rhyme from all sublime
watch the frenzied portions flail
disguised - hell, improvised
smite me, drag me ... down with you.
all in, My Angel ... fallen
so sweetly, and
so deeply
down.
with.
you.
* this poem is in a form I created with a very intricate structure and rhyme scheme called “Torridelle” … the shape is for appearance and flow and is not required of the form *
Copyright © 2019 Gregory Richard Barden
Blinded, By The Light
If you can truly find yourself you can be truly happy
if not, well the world will eat you and beat you until you cry no more...
I see most people crying. Me, I ran out of tears and found myself the hard way.
I survived long enough to hear the Nightbird sing, a drunk rooster crow and
the coyote catch that damn roadrunner-in my dreams..
After that a light blinded me and within that blindness came a realization,
that three things are important - God, love and family.
All the rest is window dressing and leftover refried beans with no damn chili's...
Every morn that rising sun tells me , get up and be worthy of the air you breathe
Stand as tall as you can and never look down on a man unless extending a helping hand to him.
To do less is not only lazy but selfish and rude. Find a gift to give somebody, anybody at least every week if not every day. Does not have to be great , could be as easy as giving kind words when they are needed.
This was pretty much all told to me as a 10 year old by my grandfather. Some of it I picked up on my own after living a damn wild young life! With too many shallow relationships, broken hearts(including mine often) and more than a few real scars, all of which I came by honestly.
Now looking at the sunset I see rainbows just beyond the horizon. Each one has a pot of gold..
Methinks I will give that gold away and plant flowers in the pots to give to my wife.
And that folks is the wisdom sent in each ray of that blinding light I was blessed to have found!
Robert. J. Lindley , 04-19-2015
p.s.
Stay tuned in folks. I plan on another shameful confession coming soon..
Starting with my first bout of stealing a kiss from a pretty gal that I loved..
"Ain't life great"? If ya answered no then you had best get to really living!
You are either sleeping too much or not trying hard enough!
Drink your coffee hot , black and with gusto. If you just can not manage the gusto, a strong shot of good whiskey will do!
* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *
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my Angel, fallen ...
gossamer linen, violet lace
window-dressing body, pressing
goddess of unblemished grace
beckoning - urge reckoning
clasp me, push me ... down with you.
close, to see my eyes in yours
heart of darkness, warm and artless
measured with our carnal cores
fallowed - soon, unhallowed
pull me, draw me ... down with you.
savor sweet, your taste is mine
greedy swallows, fill my hollows
faultless form, engorged supine
whetted - blade unfettered
cut me, rend me ... down with you.
pity, fawn to take me in
I, the frozen quarry chosen
bartered virtue, ceded sin
merging - madness surging
gather me, wrench me ... down with you.
each dynamic sates a thirst
a darkened oath devours both
raptured screams yet unrehearsed
spasm - plunging chasm
drench me, drown me ... down with you.
painted nails to flay my frame
stripes of lust, a jealous trust
lesions roused for fervor's flame
unversed - do your worst
stain me, rake me ... down with you.
feral places, once denied
cognate parts to blackened hearts
souls and selves we can't divide
twisted - double-fisted
grind me, burn me ... down with you.
sing to me a siren's wail
rip the rhyme from all sublime
watch the frenzied portions flail
disguised - hell, improvised
smite me, drag me ... down with you.
all in, My Angel ... fallen
so sweetly, and
so deeply
down.
with.
you.
She had Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin … Seamless hips
Threaded her way into his heart
and Stitched his mind up Tight
But the Needle Point, was coming
Pricking… with all its might! …
… Posed her Textile-smile
Watched Fabric – flow
All the Lycra-while
Sticking Velcro …
and Ribbons and Bow
… he didn’t know
she was only after
Every Scrap of his Taffeta
He thought she was quite fetching
… didn’t know, she was just Window-Dressing
‘can’t hold the Cushion, when Pins, Push and Shove
a man, can’t live on just a Thimble-full of love! …
… can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
… your living doll is running around, again …
… Window Dressing …
He was an honest man
nothing up his Sleeve
but, he had a gold-band
said, ‘Honey, Marry Me…’
… and he Wrapped her in Furs
Draped her in jewels
Lots of Cashmere
… she left empty Spools
She took his Tape Measure
and Material Cut
kept Sharp Scissors
for her Designs … but
… He’d seen the Hem Ironed
and Sew and Sew
He knew the Pattern
and which Embroidery to go…
… the last Fringe turn
and which Bolt to throw …
She sat in front of a Vanity
brushing her Gossamer hair
Basting in her Veiled beauty
like no Wool was there …
… to see her Window Dressing
To see him Yard-Catching
the Collar and Cuffs …
… He’d seen enough !
He saw them thru the Window
Zipper and Buttons undone
He had to stop the Fashion Show …
… then he dropped his _ _ _
… Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin… Seamless hips
Threaded her way into his heart
And Stitched his mind up Tight
… but the Needle Point came Darning
Pricking, with all its might …
…’Cause you can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
but your living doll won’t be running around again …
As I strolled down Beaker Street
A neon sign flashed in front of me
That said "Only Serious Poets Need Apply"
(Blink) "Need Apply" (Blink) "Need Apply"
So it was I thought to myself
I can think of nobody else
As serious as a poet as I
I looked to the right and the left
Feeling pretty confident about myself
And decided to take a gander inside
The room it was totally dark
In the corner was the tiniest of sparks
I did a stately poetic stroll in that direction
Feeling I might have made a mistake
This thought occurred a little too late
But of course this whole scene might just be window dressing
A voice said we don't need a poet at all
Just someone dumb and gullible
That's the moment in my pants I started messing
Turns out it was a mad scientist
With a masters degree in craziness
What were his dastardly plans I could only be guessing
I was grabbed by a couple of ugly thugs
Who highly dislike deodorant and mouthwash
Tied up and flown off to the smallest of islands
Where they did unspeakable experiments on me
In the first, second, and third degree
All because to insanity they took a liking
When it was they were finally done
With what those nut jobs consider good fun
Don't know how many walls they had me climbing
Daily now I plan my escape
I only hope that I'm not too late
When the opportunity arrives I hope I don't blow it
I find it so hard to believe
That this all has happened to little ole me
And Why?
Because of me being such a serious poet
Ivanka and Melania walking the 5th Avenue Street
Red Wolves stalking their beat
Being ever so sweet
Looking at the window dressing
Critical topics they are addressing
Knowing Daddy Donald will get them a treat
If they make Democrats feel the heat
Riding the hood
Having an image that is goodie good
Long way from the run way
Always having an audience to what they say
Loving her step Mom
In one’s handbag code to the gossip bomb
Staying very calm
Both having fashionable ware
Taking a share
From booking and signing an art deal
Then dining on gourmet meals
It is fourth and goal to go
In the game called ‘who do you know’
Defending the Delaware man from stealing the Oval Office show
Should there be a pass or run
Decision when done
Will energize critics if executed and not won
With the two state General in command
Beachside resorts ready to make a stand
Calling the bluff
To those who claim to have the right stuff
Or showing a hand
Stating “Maybe better to be just a fan”
Stay cool
Little red wolves
Be reminded at the pool
There many of you
Getting their skin red
Staying away from debt
Granted they can get sun burn
Which they would learn
Under the moon light
Romantic in sight
Enjoy the sun and times
Sipping the proper wine
But when the final gun is heard
Bringing calmness to the grid iron stir
Something may occur
High hopes to the mind
Of those making a dime
Riding the All American Acela commuter train
Debating weather it’s going to rain
Just as eating too much cake
will give you a bellyache,
genuine con is always real fake
An artful eye can chiseler tell
if Mona Lisa’s smile ain’t original
Forged truth ring alarm bells,
imitation lip-sync is the trip signal
Ducky got a condition,
it’s pathological
He’s gonna perjury himself,
me be afraid so
Ducky talk pathological,
that’s just how he walk
Ducky quack anti-social,
bad erasing mean chalk
Just as breathing comes brain naturally,
webbed feet emphysema truths
are syrup coughed with lung cancer ease
A discerning nose can so tell
if the cut of the cards have a bottom feel
That underbelly gutter smell,
shuffling the air with a foul flatulent deal
Ducky got a condition,
it’s pathological
He’s gonna incriminate himself,
I sure believe so
Ducky quack pathological,
that’s just how he bifurcated talk
Ducky walk nuke irrational,
acting ugly with a tweety squawk
Ducky gon strut,
ducky gon preen
Ducky gon holla,
ducky gon scream
Ducky tell citizens don’t believe anything,
nothing is what it seem —
so don’t be misled
Ducky quack it’s all fake window dressing,
a media deep state dream
Don’t be zomdead,
only believe what Ducky sez
Ducky got a bad wet beak condition,
it’s leaky pathological
Ducky gon go waterproof demolition,
compulsively chaos so
America got an Alzheimer condition,
it’s comatose pathological
America’s gonna injury herself,
following blindly
wheresoever the Ducky go
CURTAINS
Setting: A couple in their bedroom.
Characters:
Wife: Innocent and simpering. Dressed to kill.
Husband: Severe. Soberly dressed.
Dialogue:
Husband: What is that you are wearing my dear?
It looks like your mother’s curtains I fear.
Wife: The boutique was closed; a bit of a bind.
So I had make do with what I could find.
Husband: I suppose that’s what’s known as window dressing.
Wife: Oh Darling, I find that pun quite depressing.
Husband: Far more depressing for your dear Mama,
When she finds out where her curtains are.
Wife: Do you like the net curtains I’ve used as a veil?
Husband: Well … you might have removed the curtain rail.
I foresee a problem you’ve not catered for.
With that in you’ll never get through the door.
Wife: Oh yes. An oversight of mine
That calls for a little re-design.
Husband: That’s all very well, but I’m still quite appalled
And insist the curtains are re-installed.
Wife: I thought you would fancy me in these.
(Seductively) You can open the curtains whenever you please.
Husband: I walked past your mother’s bedroom tonight
And saw her undressed; a ghastly sight.
Wife: Oh … I see what you mean.
That’s quite obscene
Husband: If you didn't remove the track,
I think you'd better put them back
Epilogue An open and shut case