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Golden Hour Breathless Embrace

Written: May 25, 2025, for Contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul. Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws" By Rumi

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Night's silky scarf adorns a lunar necklace sign,
Wanting her a ruby silk veil in a tuxedo design?
Translucent limbs disseminate flowers sublime.
I fondle her soft skin at the golden hour's time.

Swept by every idle breeze, as if there to soar,
Borrowing an unending sigh of time, dark core.
A revered but wild kiss, a glazed ember sways,
We will unite and break, dulcet love, swift ways.

Slightly higher down the breathless, winding path
Continue to inhale despite the windy day's wrath.
An aromatic ambrosia moistens deep, secret caves,
As I unzip my soul and bones below dark waves.

To quietly remember her fading, love-struck gaze,
Pouring dew on a beguiling night's enchanted maze.

Not that Jack and Jill

Not that Jack and Jill

Jack took Jill up the hill 
On the pretext of fetching water
But the need for some weed 
Was a far more pressing order.
The hill was all green with flowers asunder
When they lit the pipe so they could go under
Jack inhaled deeply and spied Jilly with a posy
She took the pipe and took it in till her cheeky were rosy
They lay a while, and closed their eyes, the birds all chirps and singing
The clouds floated and bobbed their beards as weed and ecstasy collided
The sky was bluer, the grass greener, the air fresher as senses imploded.
Another puff, eyes closed, and images dance in the gentle breeze
As clouds part, God appears, staff in hand, smiling with ease.
All sounds are dappled, all objects move slowly, deliberately

In Practice - Feb 24

The present prince of Prussia prances proudly
With preaching priests, while prattling proles suppress
The primal pressure to prank the pretext
Of proper praise for the precious primate.

loves lost

lost love all sorts
motivates not
any good reports 
move cold to hot
such own sigh wish
gone now eye next
one here blue dish
without pretext
ready confess
real life unfold
death not success
ends life untold

Opinionated

Sometimes, people suffer
From the mistake decisions of other
Much worsen if it's the errors of leader.

Oftentimes, people mistake
In choosing their leaders is a pretext
That something is going wrong to expect.

Moreover, leaders come and go
Government remains executing law
For people who believe progress will show.

However, lover's for freedom
Should keep warning for a damn
So we can be aware that change is a humdrum.

Portrait Of A Lovelorn Person

An abstract dull spirit, amorphous and loose,
Cloudy and irate, possessing the even  soul,
Haunts the frail  mind and body on the whole
Of the one who fervently chases a wild goose 
Firmly believing the strange enigmatic world
Of fancy to be real and divine, demanding all
Venturesome feats such as a sacrificing fall,
And even the human nature whirled or furled,
Or ,lost cornered in a traceless, mazy cavern 
 Letting the conscience search for the  deep 
Hurt ego , in pretext  and unwilling to return,
But  still  making a play  out of vanity steep:
The worldly Eden has far greater things to seek,
Know,feel selflessly and be Nature's bit, meek .




(Apologies to Shakespeare's sonnet 126)

If you are a homosexual

Man to man
If you are a homosexual
You need to change—
I present a 'contextual' analysis
Based on a pretext and a post-text!

Your emotion is based on something
God 'your Source did not design'
Therefore. sign a 'new' beginning in your life
Be honest with God the Father and
Jesus can impact your life so that you
Can understand your purpose in life

Homosexuality is a perversion of the truth!
Do not remain perplexed or 
You will be vexed with ‘deceit’
I might not understand your 'perspective'
But understand God's 'objective' when
He sent His Son to die for you and me!

Man to man
You need to change!
Homosexuality is wrong
My Government’s (Heavenly) position is clear.

Mark Frank

Copyright 2024

Flirtation a Freed Verse

FLIRTATION
a  pretext
for
the  glamorous
renaissance
across
the  core
of romantic love
swathed in
the symbolic
changing
&swaggering
in a suggestive
state
emblematic
of the
 vanity
so so
essential
&
appropriate
to the occasion

 beauty-obsessed
assessed
 & filtered
adolescence
so
superficially
beautiful
looking fo
 a glimpse
of the
reassurance
&
 the spectacular
 in profile
to be paraded
in an
appearance
so soft
 gentle
&soothing
 aspiring towards
 desire
& promise
 covered with
 ornamental
 displays
  of perfection
a
 focus on
&  aimed at
the  observer
at  will

When Poetry Speaks

I am humble
But will rumble with any barrier
I am a carrier of truth in any context
I have a pretext and a post-text
So I speak in a specific context

I evoke any generation
I solve problems beyond borders
I pacify and ignite flames of hope
That engulf the heart to endure

I don’t fall
I don’t fold or stumble and
I am ready to rumble with any barrier
Showing you why the walls will crumble
I have a pretext and a post-text
So I speak in a specific context

Mark Frank

Copyright 2023

The Clearing

The sordid thought thicket thrives 
within the dungeon of the dark mind,
where the web of tormenting roots wriggles,
entangles all the escape routes,
as qualm deconstructs life’s forest path. 

Unsure frail footsteps falter, 
deranged wobbly tread dithers,
the root trap and the abyss wait
for the traveller, worn out of walking long, 
going jaded to nowhere in the jungle of life.

The survival struggle starts as shovel of resolve
upturns the security soil, fells the trees, 
removes the mesh and the darkness,
the crafted pasture of freedom then 
looks up to the sky above the dismal canopy.

Destiny isn’t a pretext, the walk is one’s own walk 
through the murky maze of the forlorn forest,  
where the insightful impulse carves out
a pasture transforming into the garden of bliss,
the inner vision configures in the clearing.

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February 17, 2023
Contest : The Clearing
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish
For Brian Strand Premier No. 1194

Ashe's In the Wind

Sun rises in the east
and on it repeats.

Sets in the west
without pretext.

Within strands of life
served cold, or delight.

Love, war, and strain
no need to explain.

Young, strong, yet bold
worn, weak, aged old.

Through time's twisting churn
we are destined to return.

From where we began
so shall we end. 

As Ashes,
In the wind.

Absence of a Sibling

Absence of a Sibling

I always imagined you’d call me
Want to spend time, Sunday dinner
All meet up for a birthday, Christmas
Just thought you’d pop in, child in arms
Imagined all of us on a rowdy sofa
Shaking with laughter, cries of joy
Sometimes tears on a shoulder, pats
On the back, celebrate the good times

But then I changed all that
Made a moment for me, selfish?
Stopped the suffocation, took a breath
Looked over the parapet, chanced
When the deep understanding formed
Realised no matter what, you’d never call
I was wasting away a loveless life.
Now and again, we pretend, nod and chuckle
Forget the past and the absence. 
Avoid the truth, pretext a happy family 
But we’ll never have Sunday dinner
With a Christmas cake or Easter bunny
Be honest, will we?

David Cox 07/10/22

Sunday Morning

A passing tram
and people
on Sunday morning walks
provide the pretext
of direction and give
a vague, comforting hope
that movement
has a purpose.

But the hard stuff
has a fuzzy core.
A ghostly roulette wheel
of what could be
makes the morning
ride the vagaries 
of a spinning ball.

Yet all is anchored,
somehow,
to this lovely illusion
of a cafe table
on which there is
an arrangement
of perfumed flowers,
two cups of coffee,
two warm croissants
and you and me.

Clicking ' Next'

Clicking next!!!

I now, know and vow,
That I must not 
throw the 'self' in to the sea of sorrow
And also note
to lift her without the urge to borrow,
Decisevly getting a boat
that even sails past volcano and snow
with an engine of hope
with an ardent toil to grow
the boat...
that always feels being in the start button 
while embarking at the top,
That punchs trouble
to launch a new blossom!
Sorry for you! my dearest Dears!
Demise and Failure!
I am not taking your shortcut lectures
I have to learn 
I have to earn
myself!
for what so ever hurdles 
put in the book of life under any pretext
No surprises! holding self,
on choicefull keyboard, I just click next!!

Bereket Gebrehaimanot (Z-ARDENT)
31/08/2021, 7:31AM
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Clicking ' Next'

Clicking next!!!

I now, know and vow,
That I must not 
throw the 'self' in to the sea of sorrow
And also note
to lift her without the urge to borrow,
Decisevly getting a boat
that even sails past volcano and snow
with an engine of hope
with an ardent toil to grow
the boat...
that always feels being in the start button 
while embarking at the top,
That punchs trouble
to launch a new blossom!
Sorry for you! my dearest Dears!
Demise and Failure!
I am not taking your shortcut lectures
I have to learn 
I have to earn
myself!
for what so ever hurdles 
put in the book of life under any pretext
No surprises! holding self,
on choicefull keyboard, I just click next!!

Bereket Gebrehaimanot (Z-ARDENT)
31/08/2021, 7:31AM
mndfbnkrhm

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