As morning had begun little bird flew into men's house
Greeting sunrise with a gentle melody, a testimony of love
As it sang its song, tears filled the men's eyes
What is it that something so fragile can wake up both fear and delight?
Letting it go would be the closest to death as it comes
'I put you in a cage, maybe sometime soon you will sing for me again'
The days passed, weeks, months, eventually little bird sang his last notes
'superfluous for love to be so violent, I would have stayed if only you'd watered your garden'
hard possessiveness
he makes the rules
manipulates her
shaking and hitting
apologizing
need for control
mostly angry
he fools many
good guy at church
dangerous
violent
abusive
pouting
shouting
rage
After rainy season appears autumn
which is partly cloudy.
Sky of normal life mostly shows partly cloudy —
extreme cases occur darkened by cloud
Life is rough and tough
with daily struggle :
Rare chance to win , but fair chance to lose.
Path of life runs uneven, even dark cloud chase
always, though there is silver lining in every cloud,
also thunderbolts roar loud.
Sky of love is also partly cloudy always,
even the couple to enjoy amour
in glamour..
Joy of rainbow glistens
yet possessiveness embowers
making atmosphere partly cloudy.
Happiness can't run without break,
may be partly cloudy by grief
Truth is always ruthless,
yet may be partly cloudy by lies.
Bright sunny day to be shadowed
turning partly cloudy,
that's quite natural-
An inevitable happenstance.
Secondly I had loved a man much better
Than the first who had left me so bitter.
He was as much a genius, a pipefitter,
But eventually I fell out of love years later.
He was more dedicated to his work though,
To the point I felt out of his lifestyle's flow.
He made me feel lonely at home eventually,
So I tried to return to my first, unfortunately.
Then his controlling nature showed more,
But I was so codependent I could never soar.
Our love had slowly but surely dissipated,
As I began to lose belief in love being fated.
I know the way I left both had hurt them,
But to be fair I was addicted to their venom:
Their possessiveness, their need for control,
I tolerated it all to the point it took its toll.
In your presence, I rode an emotional roller coaster.
A wild journey through peaks and valleys, no poster.
From dizzying heights to the depths of a dungeon.
You stir my soul, unraveling emotions, no truncheon.
My defenses crumble. Humility takes the throne.
As the guarded walls fall, vulnerability begins to grow.
My soul sponge, you could absorb both joy and strife.
A paradoxical addiction—the essence of life.
So here I am, in this loveless mess.
A captive willingly submitted.
As sanity and reason gradually diminish.
My emotional compass spins without prediction.
Being in love with you—an exquisite affliction.
The heart’s escapades are wild and uncontrollable
Possessiveness, jealousy, fear of rejection
False evidence, a delusion, complete fiction.
I sacrificed everything, now my life takes precedence.
Involuntary passion is beyond consolation.
Goodbye, codependence; hello independence.
You love me, then leave me alone,
Loving you is not good for me,
it’s recklessly wrong.
It’s trouble.
wife beater
cheater
a man whom commits domestic violence
against his spouse
or long term female partner in house
Physical abuse by husband or male companion No good cheater
Extreme jealousy
Possessiveness unpredictability
spiting hitting baggy pants
lying cheating man
prideful, denying
bounties full of dissentient
misogynist terrorist
hypocrite demonic
Wide brim hat sugar daddy
a spoiled mama's boy anti-feminist
a man whose prejudiced against women
strongly despises and dislikes
a rolling stone, leaving no address he rome
cheater
wife beater
11/13/23
For No 1257 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
A worm in the wombs of creativity
Lady Poet "silenced" in a Writers' Community
Jeremiah warned our "wicked" hearts defy good intention
Why point to CHRISTmas? The investment at Crucifixion?
NOTE: One writer wrote, "The heart is the mother of all abominations." Thomas BOSTON. Yes, he was a British theologian but while the heart is also capable of love, consider the thin line between love and lust, marriages & abuses, Nationalism & Nazism, pride and possessiveness, Eros & Pornea. More after Christmas, not now. Shalom, shalom (Please pray or meditate on creating positive vibrations)
PASSION
Passion overflowing.
Pearly nectar of heart
Piercing obsessed feeling
Pointing possessiveness.
Pricking tangling craving.
Persisting hankering
Parching emotive urge.
04/10/21
Second Place
'P in Pleiades Form' Contest by Kim Merryman.
Her body smells of heady perfume with imprints of metaphors on her bruised skin
Adores herself in the vagued mirror
A smile so pleasing yet so harmful
Beads of similes gather to decorate her with a hook to conceal the brutality of her body,
The handcuffs of diamond personifies to the human trait of possessiveness
Accompanied by the golden ring of epithet entangled within her raw hands
Her pierced ears hearken to the ballads of antediluvian times;lips reciting verses of contemporary world
Her fragility lays in the mascara she puts,smudges the kajal with brushes of alliterations
The messy bun incorporates secrets of love and musings of hate alongside a lily holding onto the desires for warmth
Her brittle nails dip into the paint of interjections finishing with a slight coating of delicate red mousse
The cottton dress of yellow now feels accomplished with a hint of storm caressing underneath.
Who laid his lustful eyes on you had no feelings
that matched yours palpitating with tenderness;
he had nothing to offer you truly but pretension...
not caressing you and making you feel his passion.
What seemed true was shallower than empty words;
his possessiveness never brought any smile of gladness,
any sigh of hope beside a burst of casual laughter
you could have done without in the midst of anger.
Some say that delights are very short joys,
those escaping moments never to be seen again
in happier days when time stopped ticking minutes;
who can erase them from a mind that couldn't condemn
lies but forgive them with a gullible innocence?
Can truth be hidden under the mask of pretense?
What seemed true seemed shallower than empty words,
more painful than an open wound that resisted healing;
is it worth chasing a lovely dream until moonlight becomes
that invisible glimmer when darkness starts disappearing?
Express yourself, well it's really important,
For them it was, for her!! It never mattered.
It never mattered whether they knew she cared,
As her care was hidden behind those endless scolds,
For her those were the best possible way to care.
It never mattered, whether she knew that she meant the world to her,
As her possessiveness was hidden, hidden behind those meaningless fights,
For her those were the best possible way to love her without expectations.
It never mattered whether he knew she liked him,
As her love was hidden, hidden behind those friendly walks,
For her those were the best possible way to cherish all those memories.
It never mattered whether she herself knew she wants to talk,
As her chats were hidden, hidden behind those silent glances,
For her those were the best possible way to be safe,
Safe from everything that would hurt her.
Your touch.
Your love.
Your voice.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your pain.
Your hungry gaze.
Your possessiveness.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
Your anger.
Your guilt.
Your power.
Comes back to me
in flashbacks.
My brokenness.
My pain.
My memory.
Comes back to me,
In flashbacks.
Being with you is an emotional roller coaster …instability
You circulate my emotions from the heights to the dungeon
my guards are down I own the humility
You are the destroyer of my being, my soul sponge
Being in love with you is my only addiction
Escapades of the heart is uncontrollable
Possessiveness, jealousy, fear of rejection
It’s false evidence, a delusion, complete fiction
I sacrificed everything, now my life takes precedence
Involuntary passion is not consolable
Good bye codependence; hello independence
You love me and then leave me alone
Loving you is not good for me, it’s recklessly wrong
It’s Dysfunctional!!
©2014
Ruminating over a golden era gone by and over possessiveness filled me with nostalgia
Ultimate luxury of vying for a car as well as owning a chauffeur driven one was
Sadly for the migrated rulers who ruled over another dynasty across oceans
The massive Ford drove into grandpa's driveway in the early forties
Exactly thirty years later it stood dark, forlorn, inviting rust under the banyan tree
Devoid of its master whose ashes were bestrewn within the old British Raj bungalow
Benign weather peeled off layers of its glossy makeup despite its bare upkeep; our
Undulating frustration as it drank too many gallons; moleskin upholstery on bucketed
Seats laid bare its withered ribs, spouting foul smell in rain and sun; the rolling
Tyres busted for the wheels didn't spin down the familiar roads along the hill; our
Eyes got sore at its lost lustre while we heaved deep sighs at its opulent maintenance
Divine providence intervened to refurbish the vintage for glorious view in the Museum
Contest Judged on June 26, 2016
July 1, 2016
For Broken Wings
Contest: I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada - 1
*Migrated rulers refer to the British rule in India
Little Warmth
I visualized my immersion into the depth of your eyes. Fortunately, my passion was reciprocated. We longed for each other. We came close, then closer and ultimately closest. Lovers knotted tie to form couple. Our desired delighted days danced on unison.
Initiation, evolution and extinction are natural processes. Love is not an exception. Love oozes, spreads and can die out completing its life cycle. Love starts but may expect an expiry date. Emotion can flow like stream unending.
Couple stepped to higher rank. Proud parents began new life. Passion restricted by responsibility turned into compassion. With ageing emotion gets promotion to calmness. Possessiveness surrendered. Compromise and adjustment enter into stage. Peace gets importance than love.
I just need a little warmth from a compassionate companion on cold steps in dark.
05/06/16
Listen to The Warm Prose Contest Second place
Sponsor Laura Loo
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