Short Anointment Poems

When she found mercy,
How gently salvation spoke;
Love like oceans,
Torrents swept away the shores of her shame.
He looked at her
And saw His anointment
But
When He looked at my sins
He saw my need!...

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There’s a version that comes in an ointment,
but go sparingly on the anointment!
The calamari squid
set you back a few quid.
Ooh, those tentacles - no disappointment!

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H/T to Coming Up Roses by Rico Leffanta...

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The leer at-
the anointment,

a cruise controlled gear-
gets no appointment,

the gruesome task is
to trust the element-

scarce-
or even just feebly miscalculated,

as another was given the equality one was torn out of the page book,

a traveler,

an infector....

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A fantasy romance across the ocean 
wrapping my tongue around your promise 
lingering kiss on your gentle soul 
take me in now to your secret hiding place 
where you store all your golden love letters 
we will be basking in them 
anointing ourselves with love's glistening oil...

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With a Poet's lie, I weep,
Streaming heaps of memories,
Declaring mortal bliss to all,
Even as the turbulent wilderness falls.

Gathering the wind while I watch the light's smile,
Playing the music of our shadows,
Of what was once our anointment, 
I, the Poet cries with disappointment....

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Is a broken anointment
Destined to become
A salvation all unto itself
Closer to humanity, yet
Mostly shattered and so much
More Servile
If I should dare present with'
A broken Spirit
And profess it's Will
To the Angles'
And,
If I should dare shed
So much as a tear,
If not for the Will of God
And for,
The sake of Gods' Will

GF,...

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The love you receive 
Is the love that you meant to receive 
Paddle with me,keep up with the pace
Through struggles  and challenges 
Comes growth 
Move with the waves
Feel the movement 
The anointment has begun
Do not hold yourself back 
Be a show stopper
Do not ask,why me
Be grateful you have encountered that challenge 
As that challenge will be your victory....

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His tongue spins candy floss
In his absence of a moment
A lifetime seems lost
I seek no anointment 
For his caresses art mine gloss
Thy husband of mine
 Thine lips make me transmogrified
In thine orbit, me spins high
Before thee, mine heart was a withering rose.
Thou art  mine highs 
Thou art  mine zephyr.
Thy prince of Persia art pale
In mine eyes
Thine touch art all mine skin desires...

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