Upon a downy pillow top
I slowly close my weary eyes.
A lovely aura enters in
and whispers gentle lullabies.
Inspired romance invading sleep;
my spirit leaves it’s dream behind
and journeys through emotion's realm;
a lovers' pact to be defined.
Enclosed inside seduction's room,
exquisite candles light the night.
A golden bed awaits our heat;
entrancing music leads our flight.
Her velvet kisses spark a fire,
augmented far beyond restraint.
Our hands caress, a touch that's missed;
it sates our thirst like fine champagne.
Desires are painted, thrills are etched;
exposure rules this teasing game.
As streams of pleasure warmly flow,
we're lost in rapture's bluest flame.
Composure flees as lust explodes
and ecstasy's attainment is planned.
We've set our minds to break the mold;
dramatic thrusts have sole command.
Propelling deeper midst the dark,
constrictions grip with longing force,
releasing waters from the dam,
completing satisfaction's course.
With admiration in excess,
this partnership becomes benign
and adoration takes the stage,
our knitted essence deemed divine.
Rebuild....rebuild....
How many years have we heard rebuild?
How many lives lost to rebuild other countries?
May I ask what gives us the right to police the world and rebuild other countries?
Ok, what if another country wants to rebuild the United Sates?
One may say, there is no reason to do that
Oh, let me tell you, I know all about the corruption here
I have lived it, investigated it, deeper than imagined
I love my country, but are we perfect, almighty?
- no we are not -
Now this time is different, like no other war
Except once again, on the pretense to rebuild!
Heidi Sands
3/4/26
(C)opyright
Anything, flower or face
Glass-domed, or that behind
If as icon, mired;
Or what of it, Beauty, book-kept
If as tale inspired
Once focused on, is brought to light
This core, divine, in us;
Longingly pulsates.
Thenceforth nothing but Heaven's
Aspiring to sates.
"The worst feeling is to be ignored once, then twice,
then again and again by someone you consider precious."
by Betsy Kenton
Life's bittersweet lessons have taught me well
that on the ones we love most, we should dwell.
Not chained or tethered as a master to his slave.
Love, given freely will not yield reason to grieve,
but if neglected, a broken heart will perceive
the bond's been broken and passion it will waive.
Do not express your tender words of devotion
and later tell me you were wrought with emotion.
I'd rather not have known the taste of your lips
if now you ignore me with indifference and neglect.
I'd walk away from you if treated with disrespect,
if what you once felt is in the state of total eclipse.
Love can bring tears of sadness or joy to one's eyes.
To be slighted or snubbed can lead to ardor's demise,
but to be cherished in love's embrace fulfills the need
of nurturing each other as dew sates a flower's thirst.
Being slighted by someone you hold dear is the worst
feeling when the roots wither after planting love's seed.
O child of stone, outcast, alone,
succumbing to desire.
Inside your chest, you’re sorely pressed,
assailed by a liar.
Do not believe the tales it weaves:
the lost, untethered heart.
Though it deceives, it silent grieves
the time it spends apart.
When realized, it bitter cries
for wounds it did impart,
and scarce conceives, much less receives
the grace of a fresh start.
But when it breaks, all of that ache,
like scales, just falls away.
A flood of tears, to be drawn near,
says what no words can say.
Your Father sates, and yet He waits
for you to freely turn.
Climb in his chair, incline your ear,
and hear what your soul yearns.
Child, fall asleep to rhythms deep:
a heart that fiercely burns.
Ah, to be blessed, and find the rest
your strivings never earned!
On the 'hazy horizon' the sun rises high
Arid breeze caresses 'dunes in desert' arena
The steps of 'life in strife' stop
As the 'gleam of dream' 'sordid sands' grip
Bruised by the thorns of cacti
'Bliss from abyss' rises once again
Defines the contours of hope sublime
I 'try to descry' the 'hint of hidden' oasis
Where my journey will end in joy boundless.
After the 'spent sun sets'
The path quite rough glistens in twilight aura
For the luminous moonlit night I wait
To walk the last mile
As for me the distant bell tolls.
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Septrember 7, 2022
Contest : The A's Have It
Sponsored by : Joseph May
Ingenious, sin deceives by taking right
and warping slight, its plumb no longer true,
till what seems good to man in dub’ous light
is clear maligned, askance, to be eschewed.
Subtle departure from divine decrees
occurs near unperceived through loosened bounds
on that which God ordains, by small degrees,
till far from what is written one is found.
Confusing Father's love with that which sates,
or, willful, grants the creature more accord
till our Creator it subordinates,
thus we turn gifts to that which is abhorred.
The heart, with sin infected, beyond cure,
seeks evil with each beat; detests the pure.
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for the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mark Toney
written on 04/30/2022
An apple a day keeps the doctor away;
But hugs are the best for your heart.
They say all is fair in love and in war,
But fair can keep lovers apart.
Normal’s a setting on washing machines,
But love is extraordinaire.
So don’t let the sun set on anger or spite;
Apologize gently, with care.
“It ain’t broke, don’t fix it” might go for a car,
But love is an ongoing work.
Measure twice, cut once, take care what you say,
‘Cuz love doesn’t suffer a jerk.
Culture’s what grows in the back of the fridge;
For love, you must cultivate.
Absence, they say, makes the heart grow fonder,
But presence is truly what sates.
Some idiot thought fear was better than love;
For that, there’s derisive laughter.
They say that one’s pride comes before the big fall,
But lawyers come shortly thereafter.
A horse led to water can’t be made to drink,
But roses can go a long way.
“You reap what you sow” should give one pause to think,
Attend to your love every day!
Some say love’s euphoric, it intoxicates,
But a love that is real, it seems,
Is a garden that’s tended to every day,
Not some blissful escape of your dreams.
Each passing second your Love
Etches its seal on eternal slates,
Proving fleeting affections drear,
Yielding warmth that never sates.
Infinitely warmer and soothing more,
It trounces fickle throbs of mortal kiss,
Eclipsing legends' amours of nymphs
Hugged by knights into hollowed bliss.
None comparable to fabled stories
Lauding mimicking flames of yore,
It permeates envy's diamond walls;
Caressing loneliest canyons below.
Your caress's unlying promise heals
Rude adder's strikes ignorance deals,
And balms vipers' capricious stings;
Surefire cure beyond temporal flings.
The soul recoils when darkness lingers on
plunges into a silent deep to drown
but dreams come alive by the light of dawn
resilient is the one that breaks not down.
The yearning for applause does not abate
grace is intact when the heart finds its home
nothing sates the mind, none is left to fate.
Daylight fades, and my soul is free to roam.
But there is no sunrise, only the gloom
of a brooding sky. Clouds scurrying low
overhead make me feel a chill, like doom
leading me to waters icy in snow.
I need a fresh wind to end this bleeding,
and pain to gather up its things, pack up
then slip away with no time for pleading,
breathe resilience a fragrance in my cup.
I wait for spring to come and melt the snow
one flake at a time, all the woods budding
each tiny leaf and flower to bestow
enchantment to a grim world rebounding.
@jjote 022321
*Image of Excitement Unlocked giphy by Escape Hunt.
Time
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
through essential time, balms the albatross
over seasonable means, paid in court.
A past fraught in qualm, trading ourselves short,
wills the clock face, hands smile--it sates the loss...
life millstones pressures creation to sort,
from the moment that stretches to distort,
spoke present to a fresh reference, toss
over seasonable means, paid in court.
Seconds, minutes, hours ticking by, assort
cleft role of abled spread twinklings as moss.
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
that infinite future's schedule, escort
zealous flashes duly, that run across
over seasonable means, paid in court.
Shapes an hourglass, together, we support
an eternal measured us, reach across.
Life millstones pressures creation to sort
over seasonable means, paid in court.
2020 June 30
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand you choose
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 12
*1st Place*
Time- 8 Word Challenge
~~Constance La France: Judged 2020 July 06
The quiet words that speak to us without sound or saying
That stem from seedlings of open prayer within our heart
Divesting poise of quintessential quietude relaying
Conversation with our inner voice in the language of the sermons art
Cherished truths of mindful wisdom so calm with ease of thought
Prevail within the psalm's revelation rejoicing in knowing
Sighing in rivers placid currents as the gift of repose is sought
With a dowry of tacit grace its kind abundance flowing
The specter of dreams serenely embrace winged hearts above
To sing the score of its air stream bliss of harmony and rapport
Our spirit's dance on a brighter shore that gleams in the light of love
As ethereal music sates our restful core enhancing blithely evermore
Reaching our gate of reason and reverence cures our fears of gloom
For knowing ourselves in its deference is such a wise understanding
Showing heaven's redemption, its sacred sanctuary and hallowed room
In storms of life where cleansing rain brings solitude-our grace commanding
May 3, 2020
Grace and Solitude Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
All things can tempt me some far more than others
Hear what sates my desire what are my druthers
Anger and booze led me astray in the past
Poetry and rhythm now give a kinder blast
Coffee helps for my ink to flow from the quill
Fags sweets and Coke Zero help to feed my skill
But my lover's curves keeps me from writing
To kiss ruby lips is far more exciting
So I follow my mouth and write on her skin
Drink passion and heart blood and then I begin …
25th February 2020
Contest All Things Can Tempt Me
Sponsor Beth Evans
Syllables checked howmanysyllables.com
He will not come a second time
for cryers, sates and grum
And will not rest
until he's led
our priors traits to come
When we all know the time will come
for fires, straits and glum
that we all go the way of sin
for higher traits of dumb
A wedding gown pure white, the sign of change aquatic.
The baptism of water, fire — sins death spurs life.
Sweet oil like rain, offer of praise — symbiotic.
The raise and court of hands; the congregation’s rife
emotion grabs the Father’s attention, not lame.
Son’s hands stretched wide, received by the heavens. Christ sends
the comforter, the wise, the healer too — the names
synonymous — the Holy Spirit gift — our friend.
We’re touched in fellowship, the precipitous reach.
The Spirit gives us fruit as we believe; the tree
grows love, joy, peace and patience too; we’re given each
and “ness” of kind, good, faith and gentle — all sweetens “we.”
Of self-control, the one we are afraid to pick —
we must! The freedom sates; it takes away our fear.
Our hunger pangs? We’re filled and safe, not sick.
The Holy Spirit cleanses us — our conscience clear.
11/29/2019
Holy Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Cooke
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