People lie because they have to sometimes to get by.
People lie because they are told they have no choice, that they will suffer a loss that will hurt.
People lie to move ahead, to get more money and live a life of comfort and elegance.
People lie, like in the Garden of Eden, the woman ate the apple and served it to her husband, later she realized that she had been lured by a lie.
People lie for many reasons, some known and some unknown, some get away with the lies.
Let's pray for all to be brave and to choose truth over lies, to walk the path of light and love, and to choose life and love above all.
God tells us that in the end all is seen and brought to light, and that justice will prevail.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Would you like some peanut butter caramel brownie pie?
I can top it off with marshmallow peach ice cream.
Who is this woman? And does she already have a best friend?
I nod, following her down the street to a strange house.
Biting the lured hook, shortened its long lifespan, look, Fish became a prey .
Pinwheels lured the giraffe into the wilds of Cancun.
They were twirling millions of time faster than the moon.
You are so funny! Said a bullfrog; tall, but no big buffoon.
I am glad that you said giraffe. Can you sell me a balloon?
Pinwheels are all I sell said the bullfrog. They are colorful.
Twirling around and around is their ultimate goal.
I love them so much, it is difficult to watch them go bye-bye.
Sixteen please, the giraffe said because he was not shy.
Mr. Cat knew it all; he had opinions upon opinions.
He caused a ruckus in every corner of his town.
Did not care; it was his way – devil’s advocate
With a devil’s cat tongue.
The other cats were sick of it.
They could not take bossy and arrogant.
Mr. Cat was lured into the forest
It was not pretty
They began by knocking off his top hat
They stole his monocles
And they were mean and snotty
He was astounded. None of them had ever complained.
In the sunburst sensuous hued dawn,
the surging stream within my heart
cascades in the vale of chromatic joy,
while on the beguiled banks of yearning
you turn into a flitting butterfly.
I flow with the surge of foaming fervor,
and you fly alongside with flirty flair,
cross the plateau of passion together
to the blooming dale of flowers yonder,
laying threads of spectrum to brace us.
Before I reach the bay of the twilight bliss,
meander awhile on the slope of quietude,
weaving the tapestry of designed dreams
with the lilting lattice of your charm dipping
in my flowing heart, making a lured splash.
June 4, 2020
Contest: Splash
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
Mosquito buzzes a bug light, irked with its lure, close in for a cure.
Date: 08/28/2019
Grinning happily, she begins throwing
her clothes into a bag.
She is going to be an actress! And he did not mind that
she is only fifteen. He said it is a plus! He is coming
to pick her up at midnight. She glances in the mirror. You
lucky girl! She thinks.
DO NOT TELL YOUR PARENTS he had cautioned her.
If they find out, I cannot get you into my movie. I am
not supposed to hire minors.
She grins, not feeling like a minor today. They will
be thrilled to see her on the big screen. All of those
kids at school who hate her for her skinny legs
will be wanting her autograph soon.
He will be in a black van around the corner at midnight, and he
will only wait ten minutes. If she does not show, he
will select another girl to star in his movie.
Her mother calls her to supper, and she runs down the
stairs with a starlet’s heart, so glad to have this big chance!
Butterfly
Beautiful butterfly
of the open sky,
colourful, dazzling—
queen of mountains.
Butterfly,
princess of valleys,
of meadows and flower beds.
Her dream was to fly
higher and higher,
to touch the horizon.
Strange—
so strange.
Beautiful butterfly
of the endless sky
was lured by a frog,
a frog of a dead pond,
spotted, cold, and hollow.
One who had never seen the wide world
or its wondrous
diversity.
Living on black water,
feeding on decay and worms.
But why? (She got lured & trapped)
Because the frog spoke sweetly.
Because he praised her wings
while envying her flight.
Because no one warned her
that not every voice that admires
wishes you well.
Her elders taught her
about the beauty of the world—
but not its shadows.
They taught her how to fly,
but not how some creatures
wait below,
pretending to be friends
until wings are broken.
So listen, butterfly—
the sky is yours,
but look before you descend.
Not every pond is a mirror,
not every smile is truth,
and not every hand that calls you down
will let you rise again.
Fly free,
but fly aware.
Lured by your heart, I discovered your soul;
an ethereal spark that drew me in,
allowing me to relinquish control.
When I met you, my heart was far from whole;
but slowly, I felt the healing begin,
lured by your heart, I discovered your soul.
Although my future looked as black as coal,
I felt you were offering love, not sin;
allowing me to relinquish control.
Past experiences levied their toll,
and though my chances were extremely thin;
lured by your heart, I discovered your soul.
Gambling on Hope, I gave the dice a roll,
and listened to my heart whisper within;
allowing me to relinquish control.
I felt like an actor without a role;
then suddenly, it was my turn to win.
Lured by your heart, I discovered your soul;
allowing me to relinquish control.
Transcending bliss,
lured by a kiss.
Offering hope, a brand-new start,
time chased all of my doubts away.
Healing the wounds of yesterday;
expunging the pain from my heart.
Time chased all of my doubts away,
promising that we'd never part.
While it raised romance to an art,
healing the wounds of yesterday.
Transcending bliss.
Healing the wounds of yesterday
with all the love it could impart.
Time chased all of my doubts away;
lured by a kiss.
Lured by a kiss,
transcending bliss.
O flesh! how much
you've lured me into
sin.
You built a block
between my God
and I.
You stole away my
grace and strength
therein.
Your pretty
pleasure want my
soul to die.
You proved superior
to my own desire
Desire of mine's to
see the face of God
but you denied my
wish and wished me
'fire.
Though acts of
yours are sweet to
carry out.
Though making love
is sugar to myself,
but seeds of yours
inside me must
come out.
I now reject your
sports and you,
yourself.
My body's temple of
the Holy Ghost.
I'll turn my body
into holy host.
On that balcony flooded by early light,
no sadder eyes reflect a profound desire;
Juliet fell for someone humble and smart,
and her wish was to meet him somewhere.
Ah, beauty that a very handsome lad tried to lure,
you refuse to hold his hand, but choose poverty:
a life of wealth isn't your wish...neither is vanity!
He was lured into her lair
By her mesmerizing stare
And while he was in there
She issued him a dare
She dared him to sit still
While she enforced on him her will
Promising a thrill
Never offered by another girl
He wasn’t really sure
If he should bite into her lure
Then he heard the locking door
And was heard from never more
Second creation of delicate flesh,
lured by the Serpent's astuteness,
why did you promptly reach for that apple
and invited me to taste it and eat it all?
Linda, didn't God warn you to keep away from that tree?
Woman, once so sinless, beautiful and full of liberty:
you brought ruin to our sun-illuminated Paradise;
now storms rage and meadows are stripped of all flowers.
Our Creator took a rib from my body with good intention,
to give you life and companionship, and make you my possession:
bearing from your womb many children...multiplying in due time,
but His plan couldn't be brought to completion with a cunning lie.
Because of you disobedience and my weakness to swiftly accept,
we are eternally punished to roam our earth without finding soothing rest;
and the eternal curse will hinder us from being happy and being protected,
and with hot sweat, plowing the hard soil, I must earn our bread.
Dedicated to Marilyn for her beautiful heart and gentle soul.
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