Reborn here now without baggage
The first light of dawn finds the night
And sees the dark it will pilage
To tint the Earth in yellow soft light
Morning beckons birds on the wing
Reborn here now without baggage
With open beaks, they start to sing
Warmth embraces feathered plumage
Dawn's rendered glimmer turns the page
With gleams from the sun's streaming gold
Reborn here now without baggage
The day will begin to unfold
To give bloom to life as they form
Glorious glow start to engage
As dawn treasures the light so warm
Reborn here now without baggage
10/5/21 contest Dawn
Categories:
pilage, morning,
Form: Quatern
"Celibacy"
by: Eric L. Boddie
It's been eight years....WOW
I want some nookie, and i mean like now
But how, when my only aim is to Provide Him my Service
But Angela, Rebecca, Kim, Sandra....they always seem to surface
And my purpose is simply to Do His Will
And my temptations, I keep them concealed
But I feel satan saw when my manhood reached its peakness
Because his weapon of choice is woman, my only weakness
I couldn't deny the freakness, but I always told the truth
If one of them reads this, she will be the proof
And by them I mean the ladies who have had the priviledge
To xxxperience Eric's naughty pilage
But alas, I had to restrain, women drove me insane
Now my search is for a LADY who won't do me the same
She must KNOW Christ, The One Who Gave me Life
Then I can learn if she was born to be my wife
Because I am determined that when I find my mate
It will be her destiny to become my fate
Because we will Live With God, And God Is Love
And because of that I will never shove
You know what into who knows where
And ALL that she has, I refuse to share
For I would be hers, and she would be mine
And if you are her, make yourself easy to find
Categories:
pilage, deep, desire, destiny, faith,
Form: Bio
There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed
Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But those committing suicide
He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse
He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made
'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakened by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright
Death had returned to collect his debt
For the reaper would surely be paid
He auctioned his soul for the things that he stole
Until the highest bid was made
The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For karma had knocked on his door
Categories:
pilage, imaginationold, people, old, people,
Form: Rhyme
There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed
Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But only those committing suicide
He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse
He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made
'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakend by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright
The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For the old man wasn't seen anymore
Categories:
pilage, fantasyold, people, old, people,
Form: Rhyme