Beware! In my Dwelling, a predator
slinks in without Even saying hello -
spirit who Pretends he’s my creditor -
green with greed and Remarkably yellow.
My words have Escaped this parasite-pest,
“You are So unwelcome here, a no-guest,
a remnant Scrap from a life I once led."
You would bleed me white or kill me Instead.
I ban you contender Of aggression,
Begone Now! rid me of this depression.
Moses hungered mightily for Canaan,
That fabled milk and honey promised land.
He ‘scaped by wading hip deep through the water
To keep from leaving footprints in the sand.
This engine sent to free you
From bondage that be keeping you down.
This engine meant to lead you
To stations on the sweet underground.
Moses tended Pharaoh’s great plantation,
And suffered by the lash like all his kind.
The overseers victimized his manhood,
And paid their Christian creed no never mind.
This engine gonna move you,
But sure don’t run on any graded road.
This engine ain’t no choo-choo,
Though good and plenty soon to be bestowed.
Moses set his vision on Mount Zion,
And wandered through the desert seeking clues.
With cloud and fire offering their guidon,
He soon became the father of the blues.
Moses hungered mightily for Canaan.
The days quickly fade
easing into the flowers of early to mid-May,
a glance across the garden's edge
strewns the path where footprints wedge,
the irises rise in gangly stalks tall
buds forming as if in a ladder sprawls;
first, short exuberances bleached ivory and white
then yellow bearded brown tongue delights,
these later sunnier days announce
deep passionate purple velvets that bounce
deep dark burgundy silks appear across scaped land
the tallest, regalia mesmerizing and grand
May with little rain
entices Iris blooms once again.
Contemplate just in case I meet my one true love
Just to see him actually the man that I dream of.
Silky soft material upon myself was draped
Underneath a magic moon with a sky star-scaped.
A fresh gentle breeze with every step I’m taking
The closer I now become the more I am awakening.
Florescent night flowers lighten perfect setting
God has truely blessed me with such a natural wedding.
For he’s so sweet I repeat so sweet and charismatic
To finally be in his arms can’t help but feel ecstatic
Just incase the time may come imagination paints
A future life with me his wife where there are no constraints….
Marriage need not be a sacrifice nor prison
Though rather a work of art creating love precision.
Joe Doakes packed a pistol for protection
Tucked away in his pants, 'scaped detection --
Had a girl named Meg
Who flashed him some leg --
Joe's pistol turned into an e-rec-tion
Falls in love, silent, soft, lone glimmering moon,
lunatics enamored in her magic spell
Her frenzied craters, gale silver scaped lagoon,
beguile ocean and sand, they spin carousel.
Unscathed visage, unlocks heart, they throb in swoon
pearls in ballerina, radiance excel.
Oh! Resplendent flicker in night sky is gone!!
Cindrella returned.. from ballroom, before dawn.
PLACED FIRST IN LIQUID LUNA CONTEST
PLACED FIRST IN Brian Strand 's Contest
PS syllable counter 11 in each line.
Rhyme ababab cc
4th March 2019
Chantelle Anne Cooke's
Liquid Luna Lace contest
Wish I could find more energy
wish my will was stronger
I am so weary now of things
dark clouds hover over longer
wish I could reach out to the stars
hold them in my humble hands
dance along side moonbeams
in sand-scaped desert lands
wish I wasn't weak
wish I made no mistakes
could I breath easier
if there was give to these takes
wish I could smile
but there is sadness in the air.
I wish I could be a light
but there is no light out there
I wish that time went slower
I wish that I could soar
then I could look down upon you
if life wasn't such a chore
I wish for all the gold and riches
I could shower you in gifts
I'd make your sadness happy
your spirits I would lift
wish we were in heaven
with other angels we'd play
there'd be so much rejoicing
each and every day
I wish all our prayers would come true
then once more I'd be alone with you
Why, my thoughts over whelm
Why, I'm still drowning in solitude
Why, I have the constant frown
Why, I'm always in such a mood
Why, I am now always whining
Why, I can't stand tall , be counted
Why, my cloud has no silver lining
Why, I feel so lost, bitter, frustrated
Why, I'm still on this rollercoaster ride
Why, I can't seem to find that break
Why, it's so long sense I've cried
Why, so much pain and heartache
Why, I feel so confused and angry
Why, I'm still searching for meaning
Why, I feel so vonrabal and so lonely
Why, I can never shake this feeling
People may not remember I wrote a big epic 16 verse called outside looking in well over last few months
that write that I scaped alot of recent poems Ive wrote come from that including this as I felt so many diffent elements in that at time
this again like a follow on from If I I wonder patterns WRITTEN BY MY SELF DAVIDSCOTT FEB/ MARC 2013
Each bough, each limb, each mantel draped
with dangling beauty edged
each bit a dream which does dwell
within man’s heart so pledged.
Each star that lights the evening sky
and pillowed cloud-scaped night
reminds us all of Bethlehem
of God, his Son and Light.
Each pristine bit of tinseled foil
does reflect sublime
the undeniable goodness of the soul
which wakes at Christmas time.
* drape / edge / pledge/ dwell / pillow / foil / deny / wake