I loved him every time I met him
I became water over and over again
Submission, know thou dominance?
Fallen on thy face?
Heaven and Hell, take thy chance!
End Times, I rest case!
Decent man in cell of jail?
Too poor to raise bail?
Fled from God? In, belly whale?
Never end, our tale!
Beast, come from the wasteland!
Bird of prey, just descend!
Vicious criminal, form a band!
Break before ye bend!
Fate, thy plate! Fortune, why wait?
Hatred, set a date!
Entropy, who, ma'am, is great?
Those with a clean slate!
Campaign well, my warriors!
Alliance Black Abyss!
Languid liquid, strong liquors!
Give Death passion's kiss!
Keys in hand of greedy thug?
Insect armies, move.
Crummy rummy, chug-a-lug!
Position, improve!
Turmoil, thy tornado!
O tiger, taciturn!
Ruin, send the scum below!
Dark fire, see them burn!
Grip, O hand of giant!
Thy enemy appears!
Elephant, side with the ant!
Trail behind, our tears!
Gibbous star, seen from afar.
Omen bad, thy sky.
Harbinger doom, vision mar.
Petrichor, pace ply...
"My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they
follow Me. "And I give them eternal life, and they shall
never perish; neither shall anyone snatch them out of
My Father's hand. "I and My Father are one."
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors
through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that
neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present nor things to come,
nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing,
shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus.
"He who overcomes shall be clothed in white
garments, and I will not blot out his name
from the Book of Life, but will confess his name
before My Father and before His angels.
We have His blessed assurance that our Lord has
caused us to pass from the valley of the shadow
of death unto His green pastures of everlasting
life.
All of my love in Christ Jesus,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
January 11, 2026
A podium medal now pending,
honourable mention of sorts,
or another NA in a contest,
NA-DIR of a writer’s naive expectation
Oh Moses, part my red sea; let us go...
Far away from home; where is thy straight rod?
Don't just roam around the shore with ego,
Slam the sea with pleasing anger, don't nod.
I prefer a painful freedom for real
Yes, more than a pleasurable bondage-
Like a citizen by birth without meal;
Quiet in pain than a daring slave in cage.
Part it, walk on its dry land oh Moses,
Bathe your rod's joy though, forget not Aaron...
Teach him to your best knowledge the basis;
Feel free, cross to other side cum charon...
Even when Aaron leads on to the land,
I won't forget the rod to part firsthand.
Submission, sound thy service.
O slave, soar as ye fall.
Sacred vision, sacrifice.
Keel o'er, one and all.
Thunder on the mountain steep?
Storm, thy purple cloud.
O ye shepherds, guard thy sheep!
Burial, thy shroud.
Raw the wounded inside?
The pain is very fresh.
Poisonous snake, how you hide!
Chain mail, be my mesh.
Yellow queen in city old?
Warrior, be thou bold...
Cavern grotto, art thou cold?
Light issues from mold.
Gold on river bottom?
It's been there for some time.
Wargod evil, beat thy drum!
Hurricane, blow chime!
Deep the dragon's den and dark.
Dole and doom, thy health.
Spaceship massive, where to park?
Treasure, seek thy wealth.
Rake leaves for a bonfire?
It will burn hot and fast.
Will within me, on the pyre?
Never meant to last.
Roundabout the river runs?
Thousand-fold and taut.
Sevens, elevens, and ones?
Golem, what you got.
Dripping down the chasm?
Alert not anything.
Black abyss, thy spasm!
O fairies, dance in ring...
Jealous is my God, who wants me in submission, only giving our love and attention to his plan.
Jealous is my God, who told us of the punishment to us and our descendants.
Jealous is my God, that leads me through this life, with signs from above that light my path.
Jealous is my God, that has a plan, that makes me pray to see the plan clear.
Jealous is my God, that wants no other God before him, he told us that he is number one.
Jealous is my God, of his people, who wants us to have no one before him.
Jealous is my God, that told us with his prophets, that anything that leads us astray is from the opposer, the one that wants to separate us from life, and make us stay forever in the dark.
Jealous is my God, that made us from his image, that wants us to love and be kind to one another.
Jealous is my God, that sent his son, to lead us to forever life, by making a path for us home.
Jealous is my God, that loves us so much, that he created us to be his family for life.
Lifting prayers to God, for love and life and beyond.
In surrender there is remembrance
In all you want to be
In submission there is acceptance
In all you can receive
In surrender there is no resistance
In all you can believe
In submission there is no limitation
In pleasure you can achieve
TENDER SUBMISSION*
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ink dancing on paper, a tender submission,
finding words lost in the rhythm of silence
longing to be read, hearts bare on the page.
Note: I originally published this poem at Poetry Soup in June, 2025, then deleted it. (poetrysoup.com › poem › tender_submission_1741032) This is my original poem.
speech is out of context
submission is out of context
lust is out of lust
out of context,out of lust
out of context,out of submission
out of context,out of speech
out of is out of contact
out of speech is out of contact
context is contact
contact is contact
out of lust,out of contact
lust lust,contact contact
lust lust,submission submission
submission is a speech speech
submission is a contact contact
out of out of,speech speech
out of out of,contact contact
contact contact,weigh weigh
weigh weigh,speech speech
speech is a weigh of a weigh
speech is a weigh of a speech
Submission leads to sustenance?
In what world is this?
Death, dynamite, dominance!
Blowing Doom a kiss!
High cliff force in summer late?
Staggers in the gait.
O ye gods above, strife? Sate.
Too much on thy plate...
Drums played by the war gods?
Poets, by Fate required.
Nuclear my temper-rods!
Mercenaries hired!
Tyrant of tomorrow, time!
Knee deep in the slime!
Sullen silence slight sublime!
Wind, blow well each chime...
Mime, form well thy boxes.
Prisoner, poison pen.
Where the golden phlox is?
O dragon, from thy den!
Then again, old vampire:
Is succor still a curse?
Pinnacle, apex and spire!
Son, you could do worse!
Versed in rite and ritual?
Flickering fine and free?
Sing within me, brazen bull!
Fire fancifully...
I retreat into myself,
Cursing my name like an idiom.
I realise my curse;
It is but this phase I have dived into.
I just detach myself from the glass.
It is always a stressful game.
I long for the heavenly pride.
Such a tide comes when I take such a stride!
I cannot help but wait for a lasting punishment.
I cannot save myself.
I cannot help but escape within.
I cannot but be used to my salient classics.
There was a remarkable midnight,
The last time I closed my eyes.
My brain is being fragmented;
Now, my heart is but an illusion to me.
Though we are in fallacies,
My other selves have turned, just as I have.
I am accustomed to being my own paradise:
Yet any sanctuary I build serves only to trap me within.
I'm going to submit the words
the words that drive my daily thoughts
past wastelands of dirty laundry
and heaped up dishes that scream out
wash me while the water's hot
we're important, writing's not.
I can not seem to find the time
for sweeping all the dirt and grime
when all my thoughts reign far supreme
while bathroom thrones remain unclean.
priorities remain unclear
it's writing that I hold so dear.
But many women's efforts fail
their thoughts lie drowned in mopping pails
their words get lost in flying dust
and sensing this, I really must
submit the words, before they're lost
submit the words, at any cost.
At dawns first light
I abandoned you
A soul so full of love
An effervescent hue
At my first sight
I fell in love
Rescued from sin
Angel of above
And now in pain
My heartless soul
Forbidden treasures
No longer whole
For you are lost
And surely gone
I weep for you
All is done
An empty heart
A worthless soul
No longer exists
My precious whole
On a wave of splendour
You came and held me
in the clouds warmly silver
They took lining rainbow's colour's
one's breath away escaped
Raindrops sweeping ashes on remains
touched sacrifice within my hands
your held deeply
Golden delicious heartbeats
In a string of pearls
you grow with the rose's petal
Angel's whom hold one's soul
to the end forever grateful
your with me always beautiful
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