Love
Simple word but extensive meaning
A word that drives all crazy
A word that shouts obsession as its replica
Overused and easily dismissed
Love
Simple but stupid
Mentors,presidents,guardians everyone warns
Don't fall in love
Love is for the weak
Love is bull
And i too second that
Love
A pronounced gesture of caring
Worries of those you don't want to loose
Love is like a drug,,,
Can get you killed,addicted or healed
Its just a joint letter word
Nothing about it is pleasing to endure
Its Root's are promiscuous
Its saving form during scandals is enticing
Its healing power is a mystery
But it is all in the brain.
Slap me with theories
Skin me using scriptures
Stand,point fingers
Still,,love is a coated form of the word care
Sacrifices made,calls made,texts we receive,gifts and places we go....
Don't torment my mind with the ''its love thing''
There once was a promiscuous rabbit
For whom sex was a thrice-a-day habit
He'd forfeit his soul
Going down the hole
To pay the rent, he had to cohabit
May 23, 2019
Entry in 'Bawdy Limerick
Let's Keep it PG-13 Poetry Contest'
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Early in the morning, with dew on feet
Water water he is, the skin germinates
Own heart knocking, dancing on feet
Bouncing from lease, a breath to terminate
The young from school, you say no fear
In them your women, out in the naked
Before your reign stool, equal as you hear
You stood so fat, in things full tar
Flooding out endlessly, all your harvest
None cares you but, the lonely your sister
So die you hurriedly, forever for your taste
Oh promiscuous, thy ambiguity has baffled me;
The thunderous cacophony of thy dreams
Has awoken me and rendered my nights sleepless,
For thou has to conquer the battle thou started thyself.
No, do not try to fathom my life into thy promiscuity
I shall neither be thy prey, nor thy mistress;
Thou hath played enough games
And won each and every one of them,
Why, oh why then play
with my holiness and pious generosity?
I forbid thee to behold me with thine eyes
Monstrous creature thou, now begone!
26/04/2016
Promiscuous passions pretense
Promiscuous passion puts on a pretense
as he pridefully tries to prove his physical prowess
Promiscuous passion presumptuously pursues prey
by projecting his powerful persona on the perfect person
Promiscuous passions asks would you dance with me please
as he pours profusely personal admiration along with the drink
Promiscuous passion persistently says you are so beautiful
but it's only a pretense to persuade her to provide permission
Promiscuous passion promises perpetual devotion proclaiming
permanence of passion as a possibility (but remember the pretense)
Promiscuous passions pretense provides positive proof so she falls for it
promptly providing privacy... so predictable.
Promiscuous passions pretense plan works perfectly mission complete so...
promiscuous passion promptly puts on his pants and parts ways permanently
Leaving the pitiful prey to ponder what happened and how to proceed with this perfectly predictable predicament.
John Derek Hamilton
April 09,2016
We're not supposed to act like sheep
just because He is The Shepherd.
He is much more inclined to weep
when we refuse to heed His Word.
Just because He is The Shepherd,
our blind-born sins torment Him so.
When we refuse to heed His Word
we defile more than we can know.
Our blind-born sins torment Him so
as our freewill we waste away.
We defile more than we can know
when with sly Lust we choose to lay.
As our freewill we waste away -
just because we may feel “left out”:
when with sly Lust we choose to lay;
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about.
Just because we may feel left out,
we ignore our blessed patient guide:
oft sleeping thoughtlessly about,
from honest conscience seek to hide.
We ignore our blessed patient guide,
while truest Love looks helpless on.
From honest conscience we seek to hide,
fearing the chance of "bliss" is gone.
While truest Love looks helpless on,
He is more inclined to weep:
fearing the chance of bliss is gone.
We're not supposed to act like sheep.
The burden of the power of men lay heavy,
As the sword in the stone erect and buried,
In our earth, our mother of all, nourisher of many
Birth giver of trees in turn bare fruit when ready.
In time you will emerge from your carapace,
Unveil yourself, Venus guardian of love, keep faith,
I see value in the mystery of your eyes,
In the depths of your desires beneath lust, trust lies.
Lizards wait restless in this world and not the next
Men whose hearts are concealed behind their chests
Only those who wear their hearts on their sleeves attest
To the true value of a woman, that remains intrinsic, ageless.
Only
You, I aimed
To share my life
But I tumbled into
Many
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