Those sweltering moments
Those summer days are coming.
Day by day, mind numbing
Silent cold is melting.
No longer winter, a lingering
Exchange budding beauties
Memories of each snow flake.
Vernal equinox, and youthfulness
Is new to me youthfully.
Well anticipated is that memorable
Spring to come, awakening
Senses.
Thirst quenching summer is
Inching thirstier
Followed by soft rain rolling
Down my window pane
After the rain has dried
Song birds sing lullabies
All Things are now spring temporarily
Tempting sessions of delicate
Pastels, when summer paces the porch.
Carefully carrying the torch.
Every gradual happening has its
Assigned time, all ingredients included
And the year, it crawls ending
Happily.
Rainbow drops fall
Year ROUND......
YEAR ROUND
YEAR ROUND
A New Fountain
A brand new fount the Father has opened
for me to draw water out,
these living waters are full of joy
and will cause one to lift up a shout.
This fount He has opened can never run dry
as it comes from His throne up above;
it is a fount of His blessing and mercy
and a fount of His glorious love.
Who knows what wondrous treasures
this fount on me will bestow;
all good and perfect gifts come from Him
so I’ll gladly accept them I know.
Yet no matter how much I continue to drink
from this fount I’m thirstier for Him,
so as I seek for His face and live in His grace
I cry, Father come fill me again!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
June 1994
She's a beast much wilder
and a thing even blood-thirstier;
excited, I take refuge
and secret, forbidden repose
in her dangerous embrace
which deceitfully protects
me from other predators
of the heart--my own beating
and panting in my chest
like a tender, beefy doe
about to become someone's
tender rack of venison meat;
paralyzed with anticipation,
I go along as she sighs to me
soothingly that it will be
quick, that I won't even feel
a thing...and as I joyfully
submit she lovingly
plunges her sharp, thirsty
fangs into my juicy veins
and sucks them dry!
And as my body falls into a
bloodless, pallid heap I then
know that she is the One.
The needle and syringe,
all mankind waits to taste the sweet of ecstasy.
A way out, an open door,
the alchemist sprawls on the dirty floor.
His experiment sponsored by greed incorporated,
just another delusional form of chloroform.
With salty solutions, making him thirstier still,
the alchemist dies on humanities floor,
waiting for love and nothing more.
[on pollution]
I breathe smoke,
sleep in slum
hunt flesh;
over my hideous ribs
play glossy blossoms
sprinkling perfume of sweat.
Hey! Handsome!!
I greet you;
Sweat’s sweeter than wine,
Skin thirstier than spine,
Smoke thicker than blood,
Hunting ’s life.
Drive fast swirling smoke;
Come, cuddle and kiss ,
my silky bob!
Who says I’m ugly witch?
Under your glistening arms
I’m the fairest.