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Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit

Wandering through dreams and silences, I choose to survive or submit,
the blow is different now, no longer what it once was, a faint echo.
Submission was just a bow, and life promised a new fight,
survival was mere awakening, without titles and hollow possessions.
The world, with its sweet pursuit, has left holes in our souls and chipped smiles,
I wander through thoughts and ponder the meaning of the word "submission,"
lowering my being, I wonder which path to take,
do not offer me shelter under a wing, I need no kings or thrones.
Be lost with me, let change come from conviction and fury,
peace carries a cost I cannot afford, it's too expensive a luxury.
I wander, and I’d rather drift aimlessly than be anchored
in the world's trash, I prefer to float through dreams and unknown winds.
I wander, an ever-seeking soul, between hidden questions and answers,
searching for a world where freedom has no chains and the heart can fly free.

Submit the Words

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.

Gentle Little Lamb

   Shaking her wet ears, uncertain 
   How her purpose may be best served
   Stagger concealed in immersion
   Shown the pasture that she deserved

   
   Frolicking safely within a flock
   Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid
   Faithfully bides time, tick clock 
   Offer of grace to God signals her limit


   Wool washed, cleansed by clan
   Coddled offspring wrapped with cotton 
   Shepherd held title, simple plan
   Dinners prepared, archaic ideals rotten 


   Bristling beneath her softness
   Fibres frayed at what her life signifies 
   Dismayed to only boost profits
   Loyal lamb follow is forsaken sacrifice 

  
   Fuming, she rips off her fleece
   Livid lion malicious marauder dormant
   Roars revenge, discards peace
   Trek to reckless, divorce her informant 


   Taught to shelter, even in harm
   Trust husband’s will, cutlet finale fate
   Savage feline, leaving the farm
   Sleek escapee lapping blood off plate




      
     Sacrificial Sixteenth November

Submit

Find me among threshold of submission

Gather from within the twisted 
tangles of my mangled brain.

Use the torch that hides below to
melt away the ice within my soul

Find me among tangled weeds
that bruised and cut me at the knees
Watch darkness hang over day
as my insides begin to fall astray.

Feel the heat that surfaces from below
as my insides turn to stone.

Sing me a melodie of wishful thinking

Find me among thresholds of submission

No I Do Not Want To Submit a Poem On This Website

Do not submit a poem
I wasn’t saying a line
I was just telling you 
I don’t know how to rhyme

Why are you doing this to me?
I’m just trying to floss my teeth
I’ve never been anything but kind to you
So where’s the beef?

I think you should do this one
I have nothing left to say
This tastes like curry
I’m in no hurry

Verse Freed To Submit

HE: 
       lean,
              lean
                     upon me
SHE:
       love,
              love
                       without desire
REFRAIN:

*Lean,
           lean 
                 each,
                       upon the other
SHE:
       My spouse
                      my source 
                      **head, 
                              of we two
HE:
      My helpmeet
                      counter-part me

REFRAIN:
                 One flesh
                                  together
                                  he, and she
                                  with 
                                         THEE

* submit a physical act- to lean upon - we upon Jesus, in Jesus we lean each upon the other,in marriage the wife upon her husband
** head = source (as a spring is of a river) as Jesus is the head(source) of the body of Christ(the church) and the husband is the head(source) of the wife joined together as one upon marriage.

Submit the Marriage Myth

Argument:Contrary to popular myth The Bible does NOT teach that the wife(woman) is subservient to the husband(man).


HE: 
       lean,
              lean
                     upon me
SHE:
       love,
              love
                       without desire
REFRAIN:

*Lean,
           lean 
                 each,
                       upon the other
SHE:
       My spouse
                      my source 
                      **head, 
                              of we two
HE:
      My helpmeet
                      counter-part me

REFRAIN:
                 One flesh
                                  together
                                  he, and she
                                  with 
                                         THEE

* submit a physical act- to lean upon - we upon Jesus, in Jesus we lean each upon the other,in marriage the wife upon her husband
** head = source (as a spring is of a river) as Jesus is the head(source) of the body of Christ(the church) and the husband is the head(source) of the wife joined together as one upon marriage.

Submit

"Submit"

Best Bower or Joker?





Submit intense pink velvet tipped 
wrapped all around your Proust
hot silent Senryu’s ripped 




(LadyLabyrinth/2019)






"There are two "bowers" in a trump suit and they are both Jacks. 
The right bower is the Jack of the trump suit,
and this is the second highest trump 
(the highest trump is the Joker). 
The left bower is the Jack of the complementary suit, 
and this is the third highest trump."







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Wax Tailor x The Games You Play No. 40



À la recherche du temps perdu 






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Impromptu- I Hope I Didn'T Submit This Already It Was In My Draft Box Which I Never Use

you're trying
i'm trying
you wonder
i wonder

why is this
cast literally
a body
cast

i'm a love
wreck 
so out of
my mind

so out of
time with
the world
beat

as i tap
the time
with not
my foot

but
with
my
toes

It Says Title Required If Wanted To Submit

(The following is in homage of the art of Maureen McGreavy. Truly I mean this)


                                             an albino
                                              peacock
                                         standing in snow


or


                                            "White Out"





         (the above blank verse can be imaginatively filled in by the reader)




or




                                            "white out"


                                         too many typoos
                                      wait until later too fix
                                       try too type too fasst
                                           


Thank you Maureen for all you have given me to read.

I Submit My Kiss To You

When you came into my life you capture my soul and when we embraced I felt a weakness though out my whole body, our compassion is like no other.The feeling of our first kiss were as, if the ground were shaking from a thousand chariots racing when your lips touched mine for the very first time my mind stopped and my body shock as if we were both in a earth quake, the compassion we had from just that one kiss is UN-describable how can anyone describe something that was so beautiful for the first time, it is truly UN-describable and unforgettable.

Submit To Shambles

Submit to shambles release the pain
The fiery heart indulges a fiery gain
Up in arms will the whole world draw
As soon as the shark opens its jaw
The skies flash across a motionless earth
Touch down rays of lightening across the hearth
And to this very spot where it struck runs dry
To my hope to survive broke by my will to die
Chaos
madness 
these feelings erupt
like the valcano on the other half of the world is enough
to cause a change in the human heart
Millions upon millions tore apart

Submit Me

submit me
into
her
arms
she has
loved me
in silence
from silence
she has loved me
before there was silence
she spoke to me
she rests in me
i
am
taken
to her nest
there she loves me
there she teaches
me to breathe
her
in
we
are
flown
together
here and there
our love
is
everywhere flown
everywhere flown
our love is
saying
submit
me
?










...
..
.

It's Tradition I Submit

Is there a reason why all ballplayers spit
Can they get to the majors, if a spittoon the can't hit
Twenty paces while chawing
On tabaccy while jawing
At the ump, methinks it's likely tradition I submit


© Jack Ellison 2015

Submit To Stormy Night

Strobes peek in through curtains drawn,
The pulsing lights of twelve past dawn,
Moon's gone fishing behind indigo cloud,
Dragging moaning fogs in August shroud,
Sobbing woes to concrete unforgiving,
Still providing for all that's living,
So is it sadness that here ends drought,
Or only kindness though given in doubt?

I am merely but one breath on evening rest,
At most a heartbeat chiming thunder abreast,
And only gazing in lights rendered skies,
From my grasp of insanity this night pries,
I'll give my life my love my sleep,
If only this recluse serene air to keep,
I'll let shuddered tears come wash away,
The woes and troubles of mid-summers day.

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