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CUPID

Cupid

Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the Death of Man
Cupid's arrows wiltered me; they hasten the death of Men
Although Allah is bewildered, the Titans grow ever so near.
Lurking beneath Mercury's shoulders, is Cait Sith of Final Fantasy near.
My cat, Cloudy, is mid-portioned grey not black. A Cait Sith, perhaps? indeed, Cloudy...
Little Angel.
Cupid, you Devil!

The looms of Cashmere and Lima

Nice shoes
and a fancy saddle
a beautiful horse
a gorgeous, gorgeous horse!

Oh to be, love and excepted
a graduier way for me to feel
a gaudy way for self expression
the silk you see is for real
owning and caring for
the whole ordeal
shined my shoes
they shine like polished steel
people of this hemisphere
an earthy more healthy
way to play
to sing from such a position
all can hear what I say
every sorted gesture
ah rhmns for singing
not just any ole way
this one has meaning

Oh til then
on we go
if you need
I'll told you so
aint no love
like you and I

When the world
opened it's eyes
a covering of clouds
in the sky
fruits for us
portioned to be
the offering of
my love for thee

You must think I am crazy
lap steel guitars
string benders
Bassey Grooves
and drums

Mother said ---

what she said could be seen as hyperbole
not to come running on broken leg problem
but her wisdom portioned into golden prompts
saving for a rainy day comes up empty
the free market could benefit by her depth
she’s open-handed and supports socialism
however her intentions were never false
like threats of waiting for return of husband
witticism unsurpassed by comic excerpts
Mother is an apotheotic angel

I Fear No More

I fear no more
For death gives forever life
In death, life is known
But without death I’m dead

Death is no death since it bears the life
But to live is death if I fear to die

Life, there is in a cross gently born
In painful patience and meekness
In rugged road to Golgotha
Perfecting redemption of man

Life there is in blood that dripped out of head
Adorned with thorn and thistle,
Hands and legs nailed to the cross
And in water that spurted out of side
Punctured with weapon of the cruel guard

Now He lives and dies no more
That life may be portioned to the living dead
Who lives in His death to death
He lives and works in my mortal body
To rescue my poor soul from the grip of death

The vault is empty
This is my confidence
Shame to death and its sting

He is risen!


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Sorrow Love Change

There is so much sorrow everywhere upon this Earth
It overwhelms Earth's beauty; it questions our own worth.

Another child lies hungry upon a mat that she calls her bed.
Another mother buries her child; another prayer is said.

Another elephant slaughtered for his tusks to hang upon a wall.
another species goes extinct, another Polar icecap falls.

Another mass shooting somewhere in another shopping mall.
Another dying with no hand to hold because of Covid's pall.

On top of this, we sit and watch our beloved country fall.
Dispair becomes so thick, it's cut and portioned out to all.

We appreciate the great blessings: a sunset's lustrous hues,
the moon and stars that enhance night, the skies of deepest blues,

Possibly, we haven't learned our lesson well, it seems we need to love
unconditionally, a word fitting in our hearts with, perhaps, a shove.

If we greet each Earth dweller with truthful love from heart to heart,
Change won't happen over night, but we'll have made a wondrous start!

Stuffed

I’m always so amazed at how much food fits in our fridge
We always get too much to feed one wife, one dog, two kids
Every Christmas it’s such an astounding thing to see
But not quite as astounding as how much food fits in me

I briefly left the table, slung a log upon the fire
When I sat back down I swear my food was piled higher
I still debate how all our plates were portioned evenly
And yet the last to finish always turns out to be me

I’m bloated in the armchair, I couldn’t eat a bean
How was it done that everyone had left their plates so clean
And so I’m stuffed, I’ve had enough, my wife don’t seem to care
She says you gonna have some pudding and I say... Oh yeah!

When Things Eaten Eats Us

They told us to dream, 
but there is this brand of dream
that is hard to imagine ... So, I'm picturing ... 
and in this will-o'-the-wisp, I become 
Desmodus Rotundus,  
Vampiro en el grottos; 
a travel pig for the mattock
pruning the roots of the people.
First off, I  did not open up like eateries 
... but I've watched senseless thoughts 
eating what they should never eat, 
rubbing their bellies to go home and discontinue,
but this was just the first wave.
At nightfalls, I scour the darkness
in the forbidden of Wuhan, sucking everything disagreeable. 
I am saturated with wicked warranties, 
nothing outrageously seducing, but brutally illogical.
I was horrified when society looked me dead in the eyes
before bringing down the meat cleavers.
They display me as Paniki to plan their murders,
they open up and invite me in, flesh into flesh ... 
and flesh to flesh I swear to share
what I've buried in me as disasters. 
There are souls more neighborly, 
I hid what I portioned quiescent in their organs.
Only a mucous analysis notices it ... waiting ...
to strangulate the defenseless.
Life is brittle; it often falls and smashes the big noise.

Forever To Share

Are there degrees of spiritual freedom,
  or is its breadth just either or

Is the light metered out or self contained,
  and endless in its store

Is the origin of beauty and its pathway divined,
  beatific in its scope

Or can it be portioned, forever to share
  —granting wishes with its hope

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Tooth Care

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Aligned in place, they changed and grew
A distinct frame to chomp and chew
To rip, to crush, to tear and bite
To process food, determined might

Forward canines made to tear
Bold incisors lessen wear
Solid molars help to crush
Day and night our teeth to brush

A solid set, with aim to grind
The sets of teeth we can but find
Milk teeth formed, of first event
The adult teeth grow permanent

Meat eaters are carnivores
Plant consumers’ herbivores
To brush is not inferior
To balance bad bacteria

Balanced diet, portioned fruit
Brighter teeth, a healthy root
A poorer choice of alcohol
With smoking yet will take its toll

For where leftover sugar lay
An acid forms for tooth decay
Improved choices – don’t delay
Brush and floss teeth twice a day

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©

Mockingbird

why must you hurt me? Why cant you listen?
I guess mockingbirds only mock

you don't care of me, you care of your image with me
because the mockingbird only mocks

you say you need me, though I beg to differ
but mockingbird you don't understand, for all you know is mock 

you want to love me, and keep me forever
'tis just the flattery of a mock bird

I have life, not death for you 
poor mocked at mockingbird 

I might be dead but at least in the light,its better than a life buried six feet down
poor, unaware mockingbird

your large cushion nest made only of bones
comfortable only for mocked old bird

I hate you old bird, not innocent dove
a raven mocked over time

a black raven blind, flying through day
don't you know its not dark yet, mock flight?

Raven says don't be a prince 
he mocks the royalty

he thinks it spoils an appetite of life
bird mocks a portioned meal

why must you hurt me? Why cant you listen?
I guess mockingbirds only mock

10 Million Black Voices

Peace portioned for all possibilities
Hope holding the heart of hatred
Terrorism lost ten thousand times
Selfishness battled before the sun sets
Greediness returns to greenness grace
Rulers to leaders without strife and lust
Help to the poor and the needy of trust
A better atmosphere arranging believes
No more killing and wasting of blood
We are all humans not fowls and ant!

Paradigm Shift

You are the created One who created everything
Who gave us creativity
You are the one who had the date when I would be born
A pin portioned
Just right were I am Now
Wow
You did that just for me
You are the one who released unto me thoughts to be
Wisdom instructions and clarity
You did that just for me
To be
All of the time space with me
Instructions read answers fed problems solved they were suppose to be
For me
I tapped in found intimacy
Laid down back sided responsibility
Favor fixed the game blue streak
Peeked
Before the contact was made
Misbehaved
Had times of insecurities
With thee
Measures the right time to reveal to me
To be
Catching rhythms rehearsed ripples raved risky
Tripped see
Over misunderstanding why things happened to me
Growth see part is a process property
Belong to release
Part of a designated timed prophesy
Who me 
Yes greet 
Those set aside for my destiny
Set in motion just like me
Grown from a little seed
To be
Proportionally realigned rejected many of times trust me
Now I see
Life matters really matters quickly
To catch up with time thought lost was not time to see 
The outcome of a Father's masterpiece!

The Crafting of Imagery

 ekphrasis 

Five glasses filled with brew but only two in kind;
the bread is toasted lightly, portioned just for four.
Although the background’s hazy, something rests behind,
dim splotch of green? a clue we may be out-of-doors.


A meeting of the minds?  just what shall we assume?
Simplicity.  The toast and drink, an easy fare.
It seems the palate lacks variety, it’s true;
be careful, but move past the concrete things in view.
Which guest will do without the toast or maybe share?
Perhaps this scene’s a prompt not meant to be consumed.

Imagine artists gathered round, with tools all set,
each marking what he sees upon that butcher block.
A not so simple task, the brush and palette used
or words in lines employed so meaning is infused.
The artist/writer spinning thoughts which can unlock
the core of what is seen, our appetites to whet.    


written by Reason A. Poteet
written 18 April 2015, for Giorgio's Ekphrasis 01 Contest
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_contests/member_contest_details.aspx?ContestID=6243

Tax the Tithe

In man God created self
To another, He tasked to share
Fellowships created to bind
Diverse yet the same He makes
To care for man, God is loved
Men daily assembled in God’s name
Denied God’s in dramatic manipulations
Orderly assembled for a rich harvest

Fatter pockets purchase God quicker
Rules upturned for the benefit of man
Men unyielding in the challenge of God
Street rules adopted on the altar of God
For the master, not even a mule to own
Yacht and Private Jets portioned for servants 
Further eroding the protective sheets
Not a care about tomorrow’s people

Impunity and mediocrity finally married
Mesmerized commoner in doubt of self 
Money overtakes God in His holy alter
The soul has a choice after but hide

Antiquities On the Brink

the antiquitous souls.
" perhaps uninvitable?"
 mellowing amberred coals
 [portioned minds] , 
   on the brink of unstable?
 Stability became a commidity .
fathoms of time ago.
 drinking from a fountain of 
bereavement.
 They've forgotten of the seeds?
in need, to be sewn.

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