The calm skies welcomed a light rain that lasted
a while, but suddenly natures unpredictable flare
gathered its clouds and burst into a heavy storm.
With intense luminescence of a lightning-lit sky,
the soft light precedes the shatter of thunder that
pierced the heavens with an iron bolt; and again,
repeating its uproarious cry until Zeus was satisfied.
At the storm’s climax, mirroring each other’s motion,
aligned together, our bare homologous bodies
in full sway intertwined under blue satin skies,
synchronize as an unwritten symphony, a bohemian
rhapsody of involuntary euphoria that seems to last
forever. When the storm finally subsides, relaxing
in each other’s arms, in search of a resolution unlike
the placelessness of other times never visited before.
Our eyes shut, the words “I love you” yet unsaid.
Time and time again
I have made it here,
Said goodbye to the old
And welcomed a new year
No top hats, no noisemakers
No champagne or wine,
Just the purest notes
... Of 'Auld Lang Syne'
So, what am I doing ...
New Year's, New Year's Eve?,
Celebrating the little things
... I did achieve
Staying awake comes easily
Until the midnight hour,
Watching the ball drop
And the confetti shower
Time and time again
The countdown is done,
Out with the old, in with the new
Five, four, three, two, one!
To the Tree, He was condemned,
like a callous kleptomaniac.
Castigated and scorned by
a cackle of cacophonic voices.
Clamours and clanging...
clanging of corrupt tongues.
Away, they led Him to
the welcoming Cursed Cross.
For ages, this Cross has borne criminals,
The condemned offenders that roamed the streets.
A symbolical structure of falseness,
Of corrupt mortals punishing cursed beings.
The Cross welcomed a new Curse -- with ecstasy,
A quintessence now is being laid on it.
So many sins on this One crucified,
A once-in-a-lifetime grace for the Cross.
Amidst pains; amidst sufferings; amidst hell; amidst the dead;
The Curse crawled along.
To Victory; to Redemption; to Rebirth; to Grace;
The Curse turned around.
Christ, He became, ascended into Glory,
And the Cursed Cross crossed over.
No longer a symbol of affliction, but,
A monument of Grace that saves.
Galatians 3:13
Christ hath redeemed us from the curse of the law, being made a curse for us: for it is written, Cursed is every one that hangeth on a tree:
HAPPY EASTER
I am a second generation poet,
to My Mother i owe it .
Passed down to me as a gift,
In a time where my life was set adrift.
Time has a way of slowing us down
Creating cobwebs in our minds like a ghost town
My Life is much more different
But this gift has always helped me feel less indifferent
It is a burning desire
To keep lit my poetry fire
That was given to me so many years ago
Forever kept in my depths below...
Hello Everyone it has been a good few years since i have been on here much has happened in my life but my Love for Poetry has remained
I have been married since 2018 and This year we welcomed a Handome baby Boy into this ongoing crazy World We are living in
This piece literally came to me today as i was re-reading some of my work from years ago
Time sure has a way of showing you how much you have and have not changed
I look forward to getting to submit more of my work so you all can enjoy
-Love Always Ettie
Marriage bed’s empty though Love's nest is near,
Comforters gathered can’t pillow flown warmth!
Poetry’s widow? Both lovers feel lost!
Poetry born though perhaps worth the cost?
Buried at work, Men support Women's child,
Often miss most of a child's growing up,
Village required to survive, find a place.
Creation! Spirit's the heart of life's race.
Apnea too tweaks my daze at this stage,
Quality nights need Love's help to find peace,
Restless leg movements make snuggling feel wrong,
Aberrant thoughts hint REM dreams aren't that long!
Pills now aid sleep, then reverse meds at dawn,
Needed for wakefulness if I would drive!
Age, no retirement! Is all life a test?
'Risk' in investment, still I’d not divest.
End never easy for life that Death reaps,
Even when welcomed, a sadness pervades.
Death! It the loss of all dreams where I stand
Or, more a gateway to peace, (God?) has planned?
Lord! Oh, the Grace felt at dawn's sweet surprise,
Softly you nestle as dawn meets my eyes
Rhyme now upended with love's life extended,
Metered that choosing and sharing aren't losing.
Long Tooth
April 14th of 2019
A Rainy April Day
Like rolling pebbles on rooftops,
Gentle thunder welcomed a gentler rain;
The Lord gave a coatless Easter, but knew
Emerald grass and foliage thirst, so
Waited ‘til Friday morning,
To send a book-reading soft rain.
How silent it sounded as it fell,
How peaceful was the day
Of the mellow April rain.
Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be
My lonely life, a scary night,welcomed a ray of hope
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be
I belong to some another world, long stay I cannot be
I owe you lot, every spot reminds the way you cope
Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be
Perhaps you need me much but the most it cannot be
You will hurt, without saying good bye , if I elope
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be
You showed me light n lit my path, partner you cannot be
Path I've trodden to reach elsewhere, many steeps and slope
Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be
You will have better company what if he will not be me
Think you not to beloved or worthy for my love, nope
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be
Many times I've stopped myself whatever it may be
This time I've a little mine and not an option to stop
Lightening a flash of light dawn it cannot be
Mighty may be our passion, love it cannot be
Soft kisses, sweet kisses.
How hungry he is for them.
He sees the smile curling from her lips
and he wants to taste its flavor.
He wants to kiss the crook of her smile,
the real one she shares when nobody is looking.
He awakes, his mouth already wet
tasting rough kisses.
He can feel her heartbeating
frantically against his chest,
his mouth stealing her breath
as her hands clutch him close
one more kiss closer to death.
He is like a found man
renewing himself by the simple act
of melding mouth to mouth.
Take me in he prays,
swallow me and let me nourish you.
Lovely girl, his lust sings
hear me and when you next open your eyes
you will look at me with wonder instead of fear.
When he fully awakens it is to her last gasp of fight
he raises his head to see her love
and finds his kiss went lower than her mouth
and he has welcomed a new love to the night.
Met a love coward
Masked in love's warm glow
Oh, he touched my heart with such tenderness
I dared not turn away
His kisses lingered to a silky honey sweetness
His hands caressed until I became a part
Of his disguised truth of hot passion
My arms aching, longing for this oneness
Welcomed a certain sudden peace
He spoke of love in diamond whispers
The forever, he promised, stole away
In the morning mist just at sunrise
He loved me enough, he said: 'To let me go"!
Cynthia
Oh how the rain fell yesterday in phoenix
the wind blew as the desert welcomed a wet kiss
mother natures play ground saw it's winter
45 brought a chill and 112 was not missed.
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