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Dee Zane Poem
Coupled, they brave the storm
and critical exposure
forced by the storm to form
a perilous enclosure.
Under its salvo, they
press shivering shapes together
to limit the foray
of such unholy weather.
Embedded thus, they dare defy
the higher forces. Yet
his chivalry is impotent.
For nature soaks her wet.
Copyright © Dee Zane | Year Posted 2024
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Dee Zane Poem
God made her as his gift and she, once laid
beside the luscious, tempting limbs, acceded
to profane acts under God’s Sacred Tree
and slurped the ill-timed juice, the god-damned seed.
She gave him some; and he did not refuse
her, joining instead the mutinous ménage
against the Trinity. They tasted heaven
and in that moment bit the dust
of earth.
And now they curse: they curse the Interloper
who came and threw their timing out of joint,
spilling truth - with lies - all to seduce her;
they curse their God for what He gave them - choice.
And since that time, engorged with sweat and dust
they dread the right to choose more than their lust.
Copyright © Dee Zane | Year Posted 2024
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Dee Zane Poem
Tell me truly, Satan skin
crawling up my aging tree
what have you come to do this time?
what else is left to snatch from me?
I used to love your furtive moves
the feisty flicking of your tongue;
watched senseless as you stripped my tree
and fouled my fruit (aah,
we were young!)
Yet even now you never fail
to eye my withering property
cold-blooded creature haul your tail
what else is left to pluck
from me?
Copyright © Dee Zane | Year Posted 2024
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Dee Zane Poem
Envy them not
Though their laughter makes you sad:
In live derision, they mock your Life—
A dead, grim grin shall taunt that still.
Your morbid tears are seen by Life
and for the joys that you knew not
your jeers shall be to laugh at death
when other’s smiles rot.
Life does chastise—to make wise—whom He loves
and makes them chaste in carnal joys awhile.
But Death, once enamored, lies
about a bed of roses, flowers ...
wreaths.
Time flies---and cries of pain are uttered now when they conceive—
bringing forth their fruit to Him who rejects them (O double rejection!)—
that they have been deceived.
Virgin fools. Cuckolded. Unwise.
Eternally marred by pretty guise.
Let them laugh.
They may mourn when we are glad.
Copyright © Dee Zane | Year Posted 2025
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