I clutch a batch of roses in my hand,
given to me by a blurry face,
one whose name i cannot recall,
i know theyve hurt me,
and im forever stuck with them,
and the stupid roses that wont die.
the thorns prick my hands,
my hands drip blood,
i couldnt un-clutch the roses,
the pain was sharp, like a needle
i could feel it course through my veins,
and the tears welling in my eyes
like a child would after dropping a toy
but why would i cry over something i was letting hurt me?
pathetic old me,
the roses sat clutched in my hands tightly.
i took a deep breath,
and my hands unclutched,
as the thorns slowly came out of my skin
i sighed out of relief, the tears still pricking my eyes,
and now i could see blood coming from the holes the thorns had poked.
it would take forever to heal from this.
Categories:
pricking, abuse, anger, angst,
Form: I do not know?
“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”
“If Love be rough with you, be rough with Love, prick Love for pricking, and you beat Love down.”
~Romeo and Juliet
Play by William Shakespeare
instantly i recognize love my soul mate seductive strong
from across the room i feel him as he tries to touch me with the passion in his eyes that sweet lovers high for which we long to be lifted body and soul above the ground into brilliant star light yet we still shine clinging to the elusive hope that we'll never ever come back down
Categories:
pricking, fate, love,
Form: Free verse
Frozen Memories now lost its value.
How may I melt it, couldn't find any clue.
Amused and confused, whether it was true !
That happenstance was not as usual,
but wonderful feeling , so special.
Budding youth to unfold pretty petals.
A nascent descent strange realisation
beyond reasonable explanation
igniting my pearly passive passion.
Pricking piercing penetrating amour
Dreamy desires soaring high in glamour
Emotive urge surging ignoring grammar.
All the memories are frozen in last phase.
Solely dull inert losing glow and glaze.
Rigid frigid, no impact now a days.
Categories:
pricking, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Lord, it is dark inside and darker out,
and black thunderous rainstorms thunder by
blessing the tiller, the grower in drought
but Lord, not all that rages is the sky.
Behold, I am drowning but not yet drowned,
an ordinary man and nothing more
on a quest to find hitherto unfound
the heat of passion that begins the thaw.
In the sum of all hurt this I must bear -
that I too have known the seasons of drought,
and washed am I in a cold bath of fear
by life’s flood of tears and love’s well of doubt.
Still the ground I till lays fallow and torn
but for the pricking briar and piercing thorn.
Written: July 1997
Categories:
pricking, dark, how i feel,
Form: Sonnet
The sun SIZZLES on the scorched dry sand
As he sits before me and brushes my hand
He runs to the ocean to SPLASH in the sea
He SHRIEKS with delight whilst he's looking at me
The ocean it BABBLES a slow lilting song
Its depths of bright turquoise can be heard SIGH along
All at once there is RUMBLING as the sky turns to grey
The pricking of goosebumps on a bright, CHIRPY day
As the ocean retreats in a menacing way
It pulls and it GROANS and it drags him away
Up ahead in the shadows a gull CACKLES its joy
As the loud CRASH of water takes hold of the boy
The boy calls out to the crowd on the shore
The laws of the ocean means the boy is no more
Categories:
pricking, death,
Form: Rhyme
Protective barbed wire
pricking with it’s touch;
Blood just rushed from
the lock on your heart;
Penalized necklace;
Scratches so deep,
there’s no way back;
Feral feelings,
aortic slice;
It’s heavy,
a burden
in silence;
Let go,
embrace
love.
Categories:
pricking, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
September 1 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 13-15
Key Verse – Ezekiel 13:23 Therefore ye shall see no more vanity, nor divine divinations: for I will deliver my people out of your hand: and ye shall know that I am the LORD.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HIS DELIVERANCE
Praise be to God for delivering us from:
Fake peace
False precepts
Foolish prophets
Faithless promises
Futile performances
Ezekiel 14:23 Praise be to the Lord
for His ways with a cause to:
Straighten us along secured salvation
Safeguard us toward sure settlement
Strengthen us upon steadfast service
Separate us for sanctified stewardship
Satisfy us with His Scriptural sufficiency
Ezekiel 15:1 Praise be to the Saviour
for His Word that comes to us:
Providing us fresh restoration
Presenting to us fervent revival
Pricking us from false repentance
Proving our faithfulness-readiness
Preserving us by His fulfilled redemption. Amen!
September 1, 2024
Categories:
pricking, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
July 21 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 27-29
Key Verse – Proverbs 27:11 My son, be wise, and make my heart glad, that I may answer him that reproacheth me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR EXHORTING US TO BE WISE
Praise be to God for exhorting us to be wise
and to make His heart glad by our:
Faithful service
Fervent sacrifice
Fruitful salvation
Fulfilled spirituality
Faith-fixed stewardship
Proverbs 28:25 Praise be to the Lord for
encouraging us to put our trust in Him despite:
Poverty preventing driven prosperity
Pretensions propelling dominant pride
Pessimism pulling down our performance
Pestilence pushing doubts toward progress
Powerlessness pricking determined prayerfulness
Proverbs 29:25 Praise be to the Saviour for
guarding us by His safety as we:
Seek His Word
Serve Him willingly
Stick to His worthy ways
Shine by His wondrousness
Settle in His wisdom and work. Amen!
July 21, 2024
Categories:
pricking, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
Walking through a thick jungle
I never had a reason to smile
Thought life is full of grumble
With only thorns pricking every mile.
I walked in fear
Prayed “O God I wish you were here.”
If someone could wipe those tears
Tell me “ Fear not your future is not hazy but clear .”
When will this society accept me
Stop the abuse and respect me
Recognize my talent ain’t disown me
Say not “you are stoic “ but embrace me
I am a daughter a sister a friend
I crave for a society where norms aren’t biased or opportunities won’t end.
Name it an illusion or my blinded vision
But when I stand in front of a mirror
I see myself clad in an armour
With unwavering faith and achievable mission
A blessed world filled with love and laughter.
Categories:
pricking, blessing, confidence, conflict, courage,
Form: Free verse
Orange sunset, shining like rusty gold
Parting beautifully as day grows old
Towards the hill where I stand
Its parting smile, so fair and grand
As I write this poem of mine
I feel her warmth, cozy and fine
Pricking my cape towards my face
Like glorious rays in heights of days
Categories:
pricking, sun,
Form: Rhyme
O wanderer
will you now pause
to recall
those dark, forked paths,
once taken,
when you walked blindly
over a line
scratched into the sand.
Do you ponder now,
those diverse wrong-ways
that lured you into thickets
of regret -
their thorns still pricking?
At the end of the world
you may arrive at a ghost library,
hoping to delete words
that should never have been printed.
Long after a misunderstanding
becomes a malicious tongue,
clean-up crews hunt this night
for those scars
that have remained half-buried.
Wanderer,
does the rising sun burn your back,
as each finger and toe,
tries to calculate
the knotty measure of ‘wrong',
its long unwinding string
forever unraveling before you?
Categories:
pricking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Came my announcement one day.
I won't need the strength of a linebacker
to make my chosen profession pay.
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Grasping them tight like in a vise.
Even the big ones, I'd call a 'wacker.'
I might have to squeeze those twice.
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
Those that are ripe enough for picking.
With every blow, I'd be the attacker,
getting all the sweet meat by pricking.
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
It's a job at which I'd excel.
I'd earn the title, 'Best Nut Smacker,'
when they shout, "That hurt like hell!!"
"I want to be a nutcracker!"
I'd be picky ‘bout the ones I'd choose.
No one would ever call me a 'hacker,'
for when I'm done, there'd never be a bruise.
*Thank you, Caren Krutsinger, for graciously agreeing to allow me the use of your title. We took different forks at the crossroad. ;-)
Categories:
pricking, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Trembling hands succumb to the pain,
A mushy exhibition of veins seeping through.
Nerves pricking the insides of the brain,
Never known a condition like it to be true.
Probably a bottleneck to my work,
Worms tangling around in the vicinity,
Decay was the order and the perk,
To surrender the life dismal to the core,
Soul giving up the breath early,
Living that yearned for more.
Routine mocking need behind the bush,
A garden full of jasmines,
Caged inside, unable to push,
Strength unable to endure,
Tenacity leaking from the depths,
Bit by bit, piece by piece,
Agreed upon the fate,
Held back to be suppressed.
Lived just to have a gaze,
Of the chirp of the birds,
Of wings fluttering to take the leap,
Faith crushed by reality,
Nature that killed the weak,
Underneath the shell,
Kept me quiet the agony,
Failures of my own,
Gathering to see me fright.
Trembling hands succumbed in vain,
The mushy exhibition turned bloody.
Nerves rested, so did the brain,
Decay left the corpse muddy!
Categories:
pricking, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
“Do you want a violet?”
I turn to glance at her,
Hazel-green eyes aglow,
Yellow-edged with sunflower petals.
I cannot talk. I smile.
I stare at her for a while.
She has violets in her hair,
Sprinkles of purple everywhere,
Intertwined with every strand.
And suddenly, she grabs my hand,
The other slips by me, grazes my cheek,
Atop my head rests a crown of violets.
I again find myself unable to speak,
Faced with a smile, a wrinkled nose,
And a gentle whisper - “beautiful.”
Words fail me,
But my cheeks do not.
A startling red flush, heat pricking across
A mottled surface of alabaster.
“Are you okay?” “Fine.”
A word. A croak. Is that all?
The smile grows, obscuring her face.
Suddenly, I find my focus is on the grass,
Little waves of green, and white heathers,
Lapping against the shores of her skin.
Categories:
pricking, dream, flower, heart, love,
Form: Free verse
MY HEART
Since long seed of emotion sown ,
sprouted in deep core of my heart.
Shaky slender stem sadly shown,
hard root of strong urge to insert.
Heart was pierced in pricking pain.
Plant of love in shy ambient.
Ardent ardour to sigh in vain.
I had left you being silent.
Heart quake on shock of betrayal.
Cool calm clean pristine heart of mine.
Dragging damaged heart in dismal.
Appearing weeping fault line.
Reminiscences haunting me
throughout my life every moment.
My passionate love wants to flee,
leaving fragile heart to lament.
Categories:
pricking, heart,
Form: Quatrain
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