The Darkness Thickens
Category: poem
Seducer666
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His delicious words spilled out upon the page
Like sensual kisses so perfectly placed
She drank them in like drops of sin
And like green ivy vines, those words intertwined
The seducer and the seduced
The dance went on late into the night
As she hung on his every sweet word
Failing to notice his predator’s stare
Or the small drops of blood on his vest
She couldn’t resist giving in to desire
Till his teeth sunk deep into her flesh
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Eliza
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The midnight wind swept her hair
Like silken darkness across her face
She glanced once from side to side
Then continued with bold strides
Across broken rocks and fallen branches
Her aching feet finally arriving
Toes pointed toward the black iron gates
Eliza removed an object from her bag
Moonlight splashing a reflection
Onto the cold steel of the barrel
She thrust as hard as her body could bare
And the object flung over the gates
Into the blackness of the overgrowth
That strangled the cemetary markers
Looking like strange alien spiders
The cold black steel disappeared
The evidence was swallowed up
Never to have existed in the first place
Eliza trembled at her imagination
Half with dread and half with remorse
That she could never pull the trigger
Even pointed at that god forsaken monster
The sound of her name broke the silence
And echoed through the streets
She turned towards the direction
From where the creature was beckoning
Dropping her face and hunching forward
She slowly began to make her way back
To home where the creature kept her
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Ocean Song Poem
Ocean Song
As the bubbling waves wash up
Over my bare toes
And the soothing ups and downs
Of the ocean’s voice
Sing your name over and over
Again
I wonder about the inner light
Of the woman who kisses you
Tonight
And I wish for her beauty
To shine
As brightly as the stars
As she envelopes you
The way I used to
Long ago
🍸🍹Silly New Year’s Eve Poem 🍷🍹
Happy New Year to all of you
I could not wear my high heal 👠👠
I tried them on but my 👣 must have grew
So then I drew a 💖 for you
I thought I might ask you for a 💋😘
But I ate some 🎂that looked like this 🍰
I did my hair and tied it with a 🎀
Then painted my finger 💅 and my toes
All dressed up with no place to go
I went outside to see the 🌙🌖
Came back inside to wrap a gift 📦 for you
Used the 🎀 from my up in hair
But that 🍦 🍧melted far too soon
Wrote you a song 🎶 on my 🎸
Went back outside to see the 🌠🌌
Came back in again to play 🎹 for awhile
Then wrote this poem to make you 😄
Time and Perception
Somewhere there are open seas
Waves more powerful than any man
Dolphins playing together
Never minding any schedule or
The time on the clock
Time is stopped …yet still moving
Relative to the perception of
The particular creature or living thing
Is it in the pressing forward,
that we live?
Or in the moment …that suspends itself…
Stopping all clocks…
and defying the rules,
that humans have designed
To try to contain, explain, manipulate,
rule over, control and wield time…
Like a sword or a crude tool
Is time less powerful than the ocean?
Can we contain the waves ?
Or make them stop undulating?
With all of our clocks, wristwatches,
calendars and planners
We have lost truth and importance
Priority, patience and resilience…
Compassion and empathy
Intimacy and detachment
There has been a delusion
Created by people we never met
And taught to our brains
Filed and coded into the subconscious
But it is wrong in important ways
The arrogance of man to define time
And attempt to rule over it
In such superficial ways
For time is not without us…
It is within and part of us…
Our reality is a perception
And perception is our reality
Each perception somewhat unique
yet the same
To separate and detach from this delusion…
Created by others who want to rule you
Control you, manipulate you
And own you…
Would be truly powerful…
Time is a perception
Beyond understanding and control
And yet…
Manipulated and controlled by your perception
More
Humanity needed in the world of humans
Soft sweet touches
An understanding ear to hear
Laughter bursting from the small bodies of children
Old hands carefully baking bread for a neighbor in need
Or crafting a blanket with yarn for a stranger in the hospital
A nurse’s reassurance to a frightened patient
Looking at them with the self confidence of the profession; but adding something personal in their glance
A worker willing to go outside the usual procedures and protocol…in the name of helping someone who is in danger of foreclosure on their family home
Too many medical bills and not enough time…
Time spent working to take care of loved ones has to be balanced against the need to just be with them
Sitting next to a stranger and matching their body language… their hopeless slouch on the bench…
just to let them know someone sees them…and they are not forgotten
…they are not invisible
Humanity enough to pay the extra 2 dollars for the pizza at the Mom and Pop shop; to drive the extra mile to get there
Rather than paying the “fast-food- dictators” their tithe; the Mama Rosina Pizza places need to be there…on the Main Streets
What happens when no one cares anymore about the “little” people; will they truly become little people after all?
And the smallest gestures of holding doors for a mother carrying a child and helping the elderly woman cross the street safely…
What will becomevof these small acts of random kindness ? What shall we say to those …who call us foolish for wasting our time…
On people of no consequence?
Who has the right to determine who is more or less significant?
And what does this say about mankind…
If we are just too busy spending time making money…and nothing more?
Isn’t there something further? Isn’t there something more?
Painting with Poetry
You are like poetry
You have many shades
Colorful thoughts never ending
Ideas unique to you
Carefully inspired
On the canvas of your mind
By the gods and goddesses
Of timeless worlds
The Oneness of All
Why do they tell me
Who they think I should be
I know who I am
I’m Annie
That’s me
I know what I like and I
know what I don’t
Sounds
of the ocean
Smell
of the grass
Taste of sweet kisses
Touch of a hand
Two spirits connecting
Compassion
and love
Priorities
In the right place
Where they go
True hearts when they break
Tears when they flow
These things are important
I know it is so
So don’t try
to woo me
With gossip
and shame
Manipulation by trying
to make me feel less than sane
The truth
is quite plain
Mundane conversation
Just bores me to death
My call
is to people
With truth on their breath
I speak what I feel
And I speak what I know
Humanity’s oneness
Should be
the first goal
Love unconditional
Mercy and grace
If you look
in your hearts
You will see
a small trace
Of truth
as it is
And truth
that is all
What matters
forever
The oneness
of all
No one deserves less
No one should feel invisible
We were born with a wholeness
Deserving what we dream
For what you imagine is
your legitimate dream
You can create your own life
and You Matter
It’s true
The feelings you feel
Are telling something to you
Going the Wrong Speed – Poem in the style of Dr. Seuss, kind of
I had this poem posted on Wolf Publishing
https://wolfpublisher.wordpress.com/2015/09/12/going-the-wrong-speed/
Do you ever feel like your speed is off kilter?
Like you’re walking through time and space by yourself
Not keeping in time with everyone else
Your step seems just fine but it doesn’t keep time
With the other feet and toes that walk along the street
Your swagger and pace just do not sway so neat
The beat of the drum that the other ones walk to
Seems like a distant and far away sound
Your dreams want to pull your two feet off the ground
Your rhythm is different than those that conform
But this is all right if your speed is your own
And it picks up and slows as you walk down the road
For the misfits and the lovers and the artists keep time
With a different kind of rhythm from their own unique mind
So choose your own colors and paint your own rhyme !
GentleKindness 