Sitting alone in the rainy enchanted forest
A place where my ugly thoughts could rest
I was writing in my notebook in peace
Words of love flowing like a gentle breeze
Then elegantly, a curly haired siren came to the surface
He looked right at me with his mesmerizing blue eyes
With grace, he softly touched my face
Saying : “I’ll make you forget the reasons of your cries”
Used to loneliness and coldness
I let him bring me to the darkness
Thinking it would erase my sadness
Instead, I got stuck in a mess
It was impossible to escape my weakness
I couldn’t help but follow this beautiful creature
How hypnotizing were his features !
A poisonous adventure of capture
That rapture in nature became my drowning torture
Braise
Mysterious loses
Pleasing, tempting, teasing
Planting, affluents blue gold
Treasure
.
'tiz thuh
sneaky tramp
soft
barefoot'did
mine
gots have'it
tuh
move 'hind'er
wishper
snatch
Temptation
Is Temptation a concious choice or an unconcious
Desire?
When one masters one's desires you master your
Directions.
Shun one's distance from your youthful
Enthusiasms, Aim forth with firm beliefs. Peace
And Love
Temptation flows both seen, unseen and is
Everywhere if you say you love someone come
with discipline, On the other hand where was
Patience? Did you give up?
Was lust your definition when you were storytelling
Your definition of love?
They're will be Tests and Temptations.
465.
Prayer Against Temptation
Oh Father God, deliver us from temptation
May we resist the call of damnation
Oh Lord Jesus, save us who are like Eve
Grant us rejection of evil we receive
Oh Holy Spirit, rescue us from Satan's whispers
Be our warrior against demonic soldiers
This we ask in our Almighty God. Amen.
-12/21/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems Against Life's Problems
A power struggle with my flesh
fighting with my impatience
playing tug a war with my addictions
arm wrestling with my anger
shadow boxing with my fears
temptation is such a waste of time
The problem with temptation
hunts you like a lion
swim after you like a shark
sifts you like wheat
sticks you like a thorn in your flesh
bounds you like handcuffs
eat you up like a parasite
flies around you like a mosquito
Midnight often weighed the pros-and-cons of freedom
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Oh, how can I resist?
Luscious chocolaty creaminess presented with such allure.
My diet starts... tomorrow morning !
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
I fear the hounds - ever they chase;
I must keep my pace or risk their overtake.
I fear the hounds, their hurtling pursuit;
I must watch my path to avoid rock and root.
I fear the hounds - ever they follow;
My feet must not fail me if I’m to make it to the morrow.
I hear the hounds, frantic as they bay,
My life the spoils they scrabble to claim.
I hear the hounds, and I wish to just rest;
I’m so weary of fleeing and giving my best.
I hear the hounds, and the temptation is great;
I slow my pace, and my end I embrace.
I see the hounds, and my blood runs cold;
They snarl with triumph and sprint to take hold.
I see the hounds - love of pride, love of me,
The easy path, wide and sloping in gentle degrees.
I see the hounds, and myself I revile:
Am I truly that tired, or just lacking the will for self-denial?
I flee the hounds; I lengthen my stride -
I’ll give them no easy victory tonight.
I flee the hounds - oh, they howl in rage;
They were just within reach of snaring their prey.
I flee the hounds through the brambles I run,
With faith that I’ll rest with the return of the Son.
A melody in my heart
A sirens song in my ears
Scattered stars and broken mountains
Water rushing to the peak
Joining the Game in person
Who can speak for me if not I?
Exploring the secrets of the world
I wonder if my heart is ready
Steady through trials and tricks
Making moves without regret
Finding life in desperate situations
Though my mind be clouded with siren song
Painting illusions of a fantastical scene
Success is often with struggle
I look to the bright moon
Showing her face to a thousand hills and valleys. In her beauty hides the monster
A candle in the mirror reviews the path through the dark night
A single thought to decide should I go or should I stay. A single candle holds my faith. To ascend to where I should be or fall in devils embrace
A melody breaks my heart, a tune decides my bet. Nothing should be left to others, lest I regret
Finding freedom from the bind
The game is won and my mind is mine.
The room reeks of lilac and sin
The bottle cracks,
and I breath you in
You fog up my vision
And sweeten the day
I hold you tighter at night
And we whisper ‘stay’
Perfumed thighs
Tell me pretty lies
Kisses on each side
Line a pathway
You linger on my skin like rain on stone
We protect each other like skin to bone
Pleasure destroyed Joy, then left. Pain filled the void.
Each one of us
is taken up to the devil’s hill,
where he lays a smorgasbord before us.
“What would you like,
my son,
my daughter?
Money?
Fame?
Power?
Control?
Sex?”
You start to walk away—
but fall
on your very next step.
“What’s the matter, my child?
No angels here to save you?”
He smiles.
“Come now—choose.
It’s easier this way.
No mountain to climb,
no blisters,
no scraped knees.
Just fun.
Excitement.
No rules.
Everything you’ve ever longed for.”
And if you’re not careful,
he’ll trap you—
wrap his offer in charm
and pleasure
until you spend a lifetime
untangling his grip.
So when the call comes
to climb the mountain,
ask:
Whose voice is this?
Whose plan is this path?
God does have a roadmap—
but He only reveals it
one step at a time.
He never promises
riches, fame, or ease—
but He does promise
love,
joy,
peace—
if not immediately,
then just beyond
the next door.
So take His hand.
Walk down the mountain.
He will steady your footing.
There is a fire stoked deep in the heart,
Abundant in deceit, desperately wicked,
its inferno: a world of sin impart—
Unruly evil, venomous pet.
Nature changed by this inferno of hell,
Untamable friend of the gossiper,
With honeyed words, slander and lies to spell,
The tongue, the tongue, in shouts and whisper.
This talk, this slander, these words that languish,
In pity, in schemes, in curse, in deep water,
Blend not with spring, olives, figs to relish,
Nor with blessings, sweetness, love, and prayer.
So tongue in check, to stumble not in word,
The man, bridled, perfected in the Lord.
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