It is said that the mind
Is a terrible thing to waste.
I do indeed believe it true.
That is why by God's grace,
I thrive to maintain 'peace of mind',
Never giving others 'A piece of my mind'.
However, sometimes I allow other things to
Happen inside of this guarded mind of mine.
Sometimes, 'forgetting' gets the best of me;
Like writing a letter and forgetting to mail it.
Attention, contest soupers.
I.e. Some time ago, I wrote a poem
For a contest; thought it might place;
You guessed it. When I checked, I had not
Placed, nor was my poem ever submitted.
It is also said that, "winners never quit,
And quitters never win". How true it is.
It's also true that, 'winners never forget,
And forgetters never win'.
Oh well. Maybe next time.
The slave is made by force or by choice, the slave some say is a curse.
The slave worships or submits, they choose the path that makes them sick or glad.
The slave has to follow the master, making them slave to things that can be awful.
The slave has needs like food, money, love, and many more unclear, like a tree needs sun and water the slave has needs and gets dependent.
The slave is not always negative; it can be a choice that makes it glad. Like a team that works for good, it has one that is at the head.
The slave is of its environment changing, moving and contributing, like energy it moves, giving it power all of its own.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always on my journey home.
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.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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"
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."
https://youtu.be/RV4IGSh_3Cs
Wax Tailor x The Games You Play No. 40
À la recherche du temps perdu
Author's Notes:
1. The Rules/500
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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
(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.
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 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
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
?
...
..
.
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