Scent of amethyst
Ruby's allure
Sparkle of sapphire
Opal's flash in the glade
Necklace of pearls
Earrings, pure gold
Seductresses wear them
Jaded?
~ or bold
It was never love! Maybe in some form oh yeah it was but it was never the real thing!
What thing? You might ask well, that one feeling we all seek like NZT , that feeling when that one person only matters like water to a fountain.
That feeling when you know your heart is intertwined with another.
I was a believer! But life has a way of turning our beliefs against us , thus we question everything.
She too was a believer but she was way in too deep into the illusion , every smiling face and waving hand to her was a signal for a pass into her pants! And damn that's how l knew she was a romantic psychopath.
Lost in Lust land trying to find Lala land , like Alice in Wonderland, all l found was comfort in stranger's beds and regret on the lips of Seductresses.
The same goes for her , she made every Jack and Jim her Weather man , Post man , Super man and all gentlemen her lovers only to be scorned hard!
There is a lesson to be learned in all of this , love is like a flame the more it burns the closer it gets to extinguishing .
Add lies and the fire burns bright only to leave all burnt to ashes......
We are children of the central sun,
secular seclusiveness becoming none…
Fallen angels in a spiritual spun,
pious partitions of a secretive stun.
Sceptical segregational spores,
seductresses serving as hellion whores…
Innocence infuses pathosis pores,
derelict distemper the syndrome soars.
Evil evoking while delusions dispensing,
forlornness fields fixing finite fencing…
We awaken within solitudes sensing,
freedoms cascading and condensing.
Religions regulate the lesser creeds,
the lamb lies within withered weeds…
Inscrutable imperfections satanic seeds,
diabolical deceptions of demon deeds.
Beware the seditious semisynthetic slayers,
children of the sun banish their betrayers…
Only love levitates the lamenting layers,
upon our hearts amidst pensive prayers.
800,000 children go missing every year in the United States...
50,000 in Canada and many more thousands around the World...
Where is the "Fake News" for that?
April.11.2020
Children of a Lesser God
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
N/A for Contest
Myriads of murmuring marine maidens
Musically musing, making mariners mad;
Floating or frolicking freely and feeding
Feverish fishermen’s fleshly fantasies.
Sensually swimming silvery seductresses
Stripping slobbering sailors of their senses.
Inveigling and inspiring them to inundate the waters
In instant insanity in pursuit of Neptune’s daughters.
To some this may come as a shocker:
Mermaids lured them into Davy Jones’ locker.
The seas softly speak with voices that talismanically tweak,
Magical maids in their mystique porpoises of their physique…
Ambient aqua-marine waving seductresses of their craving,
A splashing sylph spraying through wandering waters braving…
Goddesses of the dousing deep show finesse as they leap,
Enchanting when they weep collecting desires for their keep…
Landing on our sandy shore all eyes on the deceptive décor,
Mystic Mermaids to adore Lorelei longing from the Ocean floor…
A siren seducer submersing a temptress of the water traversing,
Below lavender skies nursing her delinquent desires dispersing…
Mesmerizing mermaids silently sailing with their mermen tailing,
A sorceress in their scaling intoxicated by their Venus unveiling.
Sept.23.2019
MERMAIDS Poetry
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Placed 4'th...Thank You
I remember the excitement,
that hung in the air,
dressing up to go trick r treating,
yelling at the doors,
open up if you dare.
the frenzy that came with,
picking who to be,
and mothers fretting,
about what we might see.
it was all so fun and innocent,
but now its all changed,
and trick r treating,
isn't the same.
we no longer get,
our favourite sweets,
parents these days,
favour healthy treats.
oh how I wish,
to go back in time,
when the scariest thing,
was a witch saying a silly rhyme.
where ghosts were sheets,
and little girls were princesses,
not scantily clothed,
as tempting seductresses.
this is the Halloween I love the most,
where it was fun,
and full,
of phantom ghosts.
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