Wiggling worm
on my hook,
ready to catch
the big fish.
I cast my line
and bide my time
on the riverbank
so quiet and still.
I feel a tug,
my line grows taut.
I think I’ve snagged
the big one.
I pull and reel
with all my might.
I know it’s huge—
the biggest fish
I’ve ever caught!
I start to struggle,
begging,
“Please don’t get away!”
I pull and tug,
then yank the pole.
I pray my line
won’t break.
With one last tug,
the battle is done.
I pull in my catch—
only to find
a smelly old boot
dangling from my hook!
Deep heat, salt and skin
A sharp and heavy pull that leaves me breathless
Pull in
Fate caught
The story that we never thought
Untaught
Wild
Unreconciled
Fire
Deep heat, salt and skin
The story that we never thought
Fire
-Contest: Let's Minichu On Pleasure
It’s 4/20…
yeah I’m rolling it tight
Fingers kinda sticky,
got that smell on me right
Grind it down slow,
let it fall just right
That first spark hit different
in the quiet of night
Pull in deep…
let it sit in my chest
Hold it a second
like I’m giving it rest
Then I breathe it out,
watch the smoke drift away
Like all the little things
I ain’t tryna hold today
Pass it to myself,
yeah I don’t need a crowd
Just me and this blunt
and my thoughts getting loud
Eyes getting low but my mind
getting clear
Funny how the haze
make the real feel near
Rebeltease… still me,
just slowed down a bit
Ash on my fingers,
lips tasting the hit,
It ain’t even about
being gone or pretend
It’s me, my weed…
and a moment to mend ??
?The earthly candle flickers in the gloom,
And shadows dance upon the silent tomb;
I leave this cage of clay, this weary strand,
To seek my Home within a fairer land.
I go to sleep beneath the Master’s wing,
And wait the summons of the Eternal King.
?But 'tis no dreamless night that waits me there,
No hollow silence in the chilling air;
I wake within His halls, a soul reborn,
To greet the glory of a boundless morn.
My Master’s house—the next, the greater stage,
Beyond the reach of time and mortal age.
?So seize the spark while yet the heart-strings beat,
Before the dust and spirit part and meet;
For if the next life shines so fierce and bright,
How sacred is the struggle of this night?
Live! For the soul shall soon its flight begin,
Where life ends not, and Heaven’s gates pull in.
There it was outside my passenger side car window looking so close over the tree tops like it was here I seemed to feel the magnetic pull in the liquid in my brain clarity bringing me a sensation of understanding and well-being part of the whole of life my mind adjusting accepting no need to hurry or quickly calculate outcomes everything will settle in place as earths rotation and speed carries me along once more
I
smile
08/09/25
9:28 pm
She hated herself there’s no denying that
As God’s favourite chastened child
Bearing the burden of betrayal
And a heavy heart filled with sorrow
In her sombre world
Where light doesn’t penetrate the walls
Penalized for her sins
Waiting for the gallows to pull in
And bring her dim life story to the end
A tortured soul never touched with genuine love
Appreciated or treasured
The curtains will fall
On the lie, she has been living for so long
Then may her soul rest in peace.
Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak
It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me
It never gives passes
Eloquent in its misuse
Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the
slivers
Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough
Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga
It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff
It lives in the past and futures
Incoherently overused
It coddles in lessening touches of soft
Feeling the light before it lands
Here’s a poem that must be true
cause I’m about to tell it to you
I was once a stardust spec
that came to earth & caused a wreck
my Angel wings withered away
as I preferred the night to day
causing havoc wherever I went
forgetting I was heaven sent
until the day I almost died
could be true, or have I lied?
I’m one part Angel, but Devil too
I push & pull in all I do
an Angel when needed with a devilish grin
one more Saint the other more sin
the one you see is up to you
depends on mood & what you do
there’s benefits to both, sinner & saint
Who do you choose? either ones quaint.
I am a cruiser
on a big trawler.
A lover
of the water.
Look at it's blue color.
What's underneath is a puzzler.
Being a traveler
who looks for spectacular
pictures. I always discover
that God is the manufacturer
and complier
of beauty for this true believer.
No matter
what harbour
we pull in to.
Here
the mountains
have a fascinating
allure
as they are behind the harbour
this adds a certain
wonder
and magnificent charm to the terrain.
This place isn't plain.
I was so excited there's
a promenade. We will be walking,
talking,
and sitting
on the bench enjoying
the sights and sounds
of this new harbour.
They say in the brochure
there's coffee bars,
fish shops, and restaurants
to entertain
which makes this harbour
really popular.
Here I would of remained
if we had been able to retain
our health. As it is this harbour
will be ingrained
in my brain
from a water color
that I found
in a beautiful frame.
A determined pull, in the opposite direction of home,
Into an estranged battle field of vague dreams and gentle thought,
A place where kingdoms meet, and where god must reside,
What should be an ecstatic vision of the universe, instead,
A tomb of sighs,
Eyes of deep and tender brown
Looking in them I just drown
Arms so tight they do not wobble
Holding me up as I hobble
On weak knees about to bend
From the feelings you can send
With just one spoken word you
Can make all my insides curdle
Into one big mushy mess
My love I want to confess
Every time you pull in close
I'm defenseless--I suppose
There is no need to back down
You are everywhere--I've found
I can't escape these images
Of you and the damages
You are causing, I'm a wreck
I can't explain it- what the heck
How did I become entrapped
In a love that is wrapped
In a present that you give
Me everyday so I can live
With surprises every day
I promise not to give away
This precious gift that you have brought
All my life that I have sought
Look, what the Lord has done!
His faithfulness, never fails
In His presence, hope and love prevail
Trust Him, for He will not fail!
Blessings shall flow, from your gentle touch
Anointed DNA, your spiritual lineage
Mountains shall move, yielding to your faith's clench
As the fishes come, pull in the nets with divine strength!
Like a honeycomb, your path brings delight
As your covenant blessings, with milk and honey
You will claim the upper and lower springs
In the midst of sorrow, you'll sow seeds of joy!
Let the river of joy rise higher, let it flow
For He is the Way, where no way seems to show
His voice, the final say, so cry triumph with every blow
Victory's mindset, with every step you take, it will grow!
So trust in the Lord, have faith in His grand plan
In chaos, find your promise, prosperity shall bloom
Release hope, faith, and love, let them freely grow
For, it’s impossible to please God without faith!
Without Agreement
Living in the vacuum of separation
An ashtray of burnt ember vibrations
In wounded agony torn apart
Sudden separation confusion imparts
Heartbeat separated from harmony’s essence
Absent whisper of the spirit’s presence
Heart in sweaty palpitations of dementia
Body swoons deprived in apt dyslexia
Two starving shadows whimper with fatigue
Pull in opposition as slumber flees
Banished into the abyss absent of life’s thrust
Cries for unity in harmony’s trust
Vertigo reigns in space split open wide
Simple grace caught between two riptides
Heartbeats and spirit wind lie in lethargy
Repulse vitality’s consummation in eulogy
The seed of unity clutched in arid darkness
Orphaned with withering roots of starkness
Nomads wander hearing the echo ancient
Blindly call muffled minds in siren’s plainchant
Climb from the chasm of separation
Find the way back to reconciliation.
9-19-22
Contest: San Mind Body
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Sitting here, letting you run wild through my soul
Feeling you giving life a breath of exhale as If a soul has
been awakened from dead
I breathe deeply your beauty, my intensity enticing even the darkness to come out from the shadows
Free ranger, fire starter to emotions devouring my heart
Desires unfulfilled need now I find I want
To love her, feel tip of our tongues tingle with pleasures of joy
Our emotions dying to crawl in each other's soul
To feel your curves is just a tease to my mind
To taste your fragrance is what I want
From your toes to your head and all way back down do I want to find your pleasure spots
Feel you squirm trying escape the grOWl''''' from within
Feeling me deep in bondage makes you drip
Aww' my hands journey your valleys, I grasp me handful hair in quick motion I pull; my lips softly walking up neckline
I pull in closer,we can feel beat of each other's heart
A nibble on ear lobe,rub of cheeks we feel our bodies heat
(GROWL''''') I feel your breath hot as you gasp
Trying to find hope in a quicksand world
is hard when hope is like the clouds above;
looked towards but never touched;
as much as we must want.
And the sands of this world feel
like tiny hungry hands feeding a patient mouth;
fists over tiny fists they pull in what is left of us.
While hope flies above vaporous and too high to touch.
Tiny fingers heartlessly pulling
with the persistence of children’s wants.
Sewing words that drag us further into a hungry maw;
using words that claim to be from another’s heart.
Familiar weights tearing parts away
from the very soul of hope and us.
A soul still mending from almost before being lost;
peeling away newly laid self-worth like flesh from bone.
Scraps of meat left to be plucked by carrion birds.
Scraped leftovers after the lions’ take;
taken to fill a world whose hunger we could never sate.
Bones left to whiten in the harsh noon sun.
Sightless caves watching as the next in line comes;
to be claimed by this insatiable world,
while others blindly wait their turn.
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