Feminine wiles have no effect.
This grumpy old man will not budge.
Attracts misery like a magnet.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
As we are being meditated upon,
divine magnetism transforms organic form,
wherein breath by breath, as delusion is shorn,
we are poised in quietude in a bliss storm,
with each heartbeat welcoming onset of dawn,
simply by choosing with God’s will to conform.
Guided by God’s hand, in time we understand,
we’re living light and our destiny is grand.
I
should do
the most good
Dear Paladin Vampire,
I eagerly await our first indulgence,
that initial gaze into charming eyes;
All my life I have loathed being mortal,
for you daylight I would willingly sacrifice;
A courtship beyond my imagination,
rose hip covered sheets and being wooed;
We’ll leave fellow romantics covetous,
my Love offer me this entanglement!
Sunset spray painting us in the sky,
you can taste me and teach me to hunt.
Let’s get lost in a honeymoon of blood,
I’ll be devoted to every taste of it;
Sweep me away any way that you like;
Silken restraints and a neck nip,
few fathom this fetish a part of me;
My Love I have much left to reveal
must this fantasy leave me pining?
I fear more will serve to quell curiosity
so I bid adieu until you come for me;
I could wait but I’d really rather not.
Forever yours willingly,
- Melrose
Is it not foolish
to make detachment a goal,
when both our hearts beat as one?
True it is, soul mate,
since love alone is real,
our entwinement pleases God.
he was enthralled
more than entranced
immensely delighted
she captured him in her web
he went willingly with a smile on his face
Will you be my true love
Alas, will you stand alone
With me in the garden
Shall we hold hands
Will you allow me to pray for you
Over and over again
Can we worship God
And parallel shall we be
On bended knees
As we look to the sky
Our eyes
Our eyes swell wait
As well we are soul in spirits
We're unite as we take flight
To enter the golden streets of Heaven
We stand, we walk we eternally elope
With the glimpse with the spirals
We worship God's towers
As we conspire
To climb ever higher
In praises of our Father, our Lord, our King
Forever joys God shall bring over and over again
And again and again Amen,
Amen
3/6/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A parody of 'Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night'
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa to Dylan Thomas
Do not go willingly into the dark night
Evil lurks in shadows at the end of each day
Rage, rage against the things that cause fright
Though wicked ones know wrong from right,
They lie in wait to capture their prey
Do not go willingly into the dark night
Like vampires who hide when the sun is bright
Goblins and fiends can be held at bay
Rage, rage against the things that cause fright
Wild beasts swoop down from such great height
With sharp talons they'll grab you and fly away
Do not go willingly into the dark night
Werewolves prowl about in the moonlight
Creatures with fangs that howl and bray
Rage, rage against the things that cause fright
Demons unleash their hounds with orders to bite
If you must leave, don't dally or delay
Do not go willingly into the dark night
Rage, rage against the things that cause fright
December 22, 2020
Entered in L Milton Hankins'
Parody of a Famous Poem Contest
To Willingly Let Go
To willingly let go
Of all the things that cause you pain
The entanglements of life
The things that cause you strife
Choose to cast it at His feet
Don't pick it up
or retreat
Allow the water of His word
To wash away
The tears
The time we waste
When we hang on
The peace we forfeit
Joy we lose
Surrender to the will
of One who knows
Restoration will occur
The ocean of His love abides
Replaces all the pain
To let go
Is gain
To hang on
and keep this pain?
Give grace
To Willingly let go
Grace Conn Feb 3, 2010
Lock me in a tower,
tie me to the bed.
The secrets that
you whispered,
play inside my head.
Tell me
Again,
you want me.
Show me,
HAVE NO FEAR!
Please!!
I beg....
Touch me,
More!
Like that,
Right here.....
Somewhere far away
On a moonless night,
torture me,
endlessly....
I promise,
I'll pretend to fight....
Fine is the line
between pleasure
and pain.
Punish me
with ecstasy,
strip me of my shame....
Satisfy my dark desire.
I'm burning
deep inside...
Willing to be
enslaved by thee,
take all you want of mine.....
there was a woodsman that lived in rosewood
approached a nymph sleeping in underwood
a gambler loved by the bards
sat down with a deck of cards
with sleight of hands lost his axe, boots and hood
4/11/2018
When I first heard the thundering bombs
it was long ago on a starry night in the jungles of Vietnam
answering the call of a distant war.
I still hear the sounds of falling marines coming from afar.
I was young and full of life and unprepared to die,
but still the roar of guns and cannons filled the sky.
My grief laid onward and my joy was hard to find,
as the cries of my buddies are never far from my mind.
Every hour every minute forever seemed to last
while somber clouds of sorrow have come to pass.
If I had to do all again my friend for liberty,
I would without pause, to curb the threat of tyranny
Beyond the swelling ache
the barrenness throbbing inside.
More than the tightness in my limbs
are the swirling over-wrought thoughts.
Beneath my exterior daily grind of leadership
a sensitive waits to surrender her pain .
My will is asserted each day.
in discipline, reason, compassion, and answers.
Each day I am the voice of reason and fiercest CEO
I lead with determined conviction.
Making each decision and weighing each option.
I organize the chaos and hold it at bay,
the result is the emptiness of my being
draining into their lives, my vessel dry.
The inner caverns of psyche have swirled together-split-
wisps of ghost whispering, murmuring
shuddering from over exertion
and here I wait.
For your command.
For you to lead, a harbor of your demand.
To take hold my reigns and trust.
Trust in the strength of your hands
the softness of your words and iron of your will.
I'll bend to your will.
Willingly I'll let you guide me, take over me, just don't loose me.
This, the giving over and change of my being,
this I need more than the trembling in my limbs.
05/17/2016
I am not your mind, but I think of you
I am not your heart, but I feel you and I'm missing you
I am not your family, but I care for you
I am not your blood, but am ready to share the pain
I am not your voice, but I can tell how good or bad you are
I am not a comedian nor a clown, but I'll be happy seeing you smile
I am no engineer nor an architect, but I can be your blocks to build
I am neither an anesthesia nor an analgesia, but sure I can relieve your hurt
I am no priest nor a police, but I can well listen for woos and truths
I can be both devil and angel, but sure by all means I am mere human
Above all these, I am one willing person to accept the whole of you
by
olive_eloi
O3/13/2014
1:44 am
motif: romantic
CONTEST: IMPRESS ME WITH A SMALL POEM 1V
SPONSOR: GIORGIO A.V.
2ND PLACE (TO GOD THE GREATEST GLORY.. )
This, I do so, willingly.
Without reservations of the heart.
I offer my shoulder to thy wheel,
my strength, to thus impart.
My voice, I lend to your cause.
Champion, to which you undertake.
My arms, I spread to encompass,
kith and kin, you now care take.
A heart, that beats strong and true.
That has known joy and felt deep weeping.
One, so full of love for you,
I give, unto your keeping.
If there were the need so great,
as to sacrifice completely.
My life, I 'd give, for yours to spare.
This I do, so willingly.
Placement: 1st
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