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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eliza

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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

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 !
© Annie from gentle kindness blog
and Annie’s Poetry

Going the Wrong Speed – My poem on Wolf Publishing blog today

I have a poem that was published today on Wolf Publishing blog. Please take a minute to visit my poem there. This poem is a little in the style of Dr. Seuss.  I have always loved Dr. Seuss and I incorporated a little bit of his style  into this one, in combination with my own style.

Going the Wrong Speed

Wolf publishing has these writing challenges usually every week or so. You can check out the into at their site about how to submit. It is all is good blogging fun and you might enjoy this for something different to do.

Here is an excerpt from the poem

...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 !

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