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- ONE DAY SHE TOOK WING, AND OTHER POEMS, APRIL 22, 2024In Poetry·April 23, 2024one day she took wing urged by a broken angel to soar skies of love ----- they look at my words all that anyone can see poet anonymous ----- restless all these years bound punished and degraded by family and friends then love she'd never known in forms she had not dared dream was shown her by a master the velvet restraints seemed to be just made for her his arms her safest place so she entered into love gave herself to gain it all he already wished for her ----- she is a true muse words of love trust and desire given me to use ----- do not be ashamed to profess the love you feel in honest open words ----- i keep watch for you the muse who speaks from her heart longing to touch you to be touched by you ----- will you be my words images that fill my mind rhythm that drives me ----- i will write of you though our names have never met and we love alone ----- our small universe two leaves on the same tree doomed to never meet ----- the words you have caused love stories you've inspired starring you and me ----- love lay beside her in the dirt and mud her treasure disdained by one who should hove loved her, but left her... another lifted her cherished her eternal gift in the chapel of his heart the love chambers of their bodies ----- once woke beside love so long that place is empty only filled with dreams ----- opens her pages begging me to write my words her nectar my ink ----- i've long lived with dreams reality passed me by and you left as well ----- tried to give you love but despite freedom offered i was not your dream ----- gave all that i could asked so little in return got much less than that ----- i dreamed of a muse who understood my need for her who urged me to love her ----- poet and his dream never met but we became the greatest lovers ----- stripped of her heavy armor stinking wet with fear and tears naked to his loving arms safe here she can weep safe here she can be herself safe here she can leave that terrible world behind safe here in his loving arms ----- love's about secrets not those hidden but shared proudly and with trust ----- i have quit hoping much too old to have such dreams but still they come ----- i've spent life alone amidst crowds and gaiety wandered like a ghost • Donovan Baldwin125
- UnseenIn Poetry·April 1, 2024You are not lost The shadow man Of glorious spirit Passion flowing Words like velvet Desires felt not on skin By heart beats Pounding inside Where nobody sees But you129
- BEGINS WITH BROKEN WORDSIn PoetryMarch 6, 2024Truly lovely.11
- BEGINS WITH BROKEN WORDSIn Poetry·March 5, 2024Begins with broken words, Scattered pieces of her heart, Joining shard to shard, Begins to hum a half-forgotten tune, Swaying, almost dancing as she works, Hears another voice join in, Stranger hands her A piece that fits, She accepts with A smile, And soon, Her heart is completed again And can hold the words Which will become poetry, And they both smile. • Donovan Baldwin123
- Yes, I'm in noIn Poetry·February 21, 2024Yes, I'm in no I accept, I'm in denial, head over heels, madly in love with living each day in the dark The bite of truth is so much harder then the occasional sudden bark It's easier this way It hurts less, makes the truth seem so much less important; until it's not Denial feels safe but never truly real, and now the bite I can finally feel; the ripping of flesh bit by bit with subtle nips of truth Dark was good, but grey ... this frightens me I have too many questions that I'm too scared to find answers to, too many clues that leaves me asking, What do I do? So yes, I'm living in no; let fate question the answers ... ~ Priya 🕉️ Feb 20 Artwork from Pinterest "Denial is a way to handle what we cannot handle" ~ from hell to well, by Facebook328
- Winter HopeIn Poetry·February 21, 2024Grey surrounds my mind, heart and soul Cold grips like tallons, ripping and tearing All energy goes into making it through But wait, there's light lingering at day's end Causing hope to spark life from deep within Icy piles, slowly melt, Spring will come Hope is the rope tied around my waist Keeping me from hitting deep dark bottom Suspended in mirky depths awaiting Spring Eyes seeking those lengthening waves of light Senses awakening and anticipating Returning warmth and growth227
- Winter HopeIn PoetryFebruary 22, 2024Always enjoy your work, Sue...11
- Texas Reader Supports Sci-Fi/Fantasy Author W.D. Kilpack IIIIn General DiscussionFebruary 17, 2024Great to see you here!11
- My friend JobIn Poetry·February 14, 2024"My friend job", the god said, "loves me" And the tempter replied,” because he has it good, He has health and fortune and a family he loves. Why would he not love you?" "Are you saying?" started god The tempter interrupted: "Take away the goodness he has received And he will curse god and cry." The god contemplated these words And thought to give the tempter leeway To try job, to put him to the test as he had once before But he could not. "God does not play dice." The tempter returned to god the following day, Knowing that he had struck a sensitive chord. As many years earlier, he had succeeded In tempting god, in striking doubt In that all-knowing mind. "Do you wonder what would happen To your friend job if like his ancient namesake, He lost his fame, his fortune, his good name? Is it time to test him as you did your other friends?" "I would like to test him," said the god "Because I know that he too will pass the test As did the others in earlier times. But can I test him without other men Thinking me a capricious god?" "Does it matter," asked the tempter, "after Auschwitz when other friends of yours were decimated in the showers of hell? Can man think worse of you?" The god thought about that and answered: “Is it only man’s opinion of me that I fear Or would I lose my sense of justice?” Maybe I should allow you to test my friend job. It is good to confirm what I know. You will realize that I know and that job is good." The tempter remained silent. Michael stood nearby and said to himself: "What justice is there in this test? How can this seem right to job?" "I heard you," said the god, "do you think it seemed right to Abraham? Was it right to test Lot and Jonah? And if not, why did you participate willingly?" "If you wronged Abraham and Job's namesake long ago, Does it make it right to wrong this man today?" thought Michael as silently as he could. “Does it make a difference that even my opinions And attitudes change?” "Do you think that I cannot hear what you are thinking?" asked the god. The tempter smiled. He accepted the free hand He was given. True, he was not permitted to Cause Job bodily harm, but his studies had shown him That with many people, especially those who Tried to bring themselves close to the god, Physical pain was not most effective. Had he not shown that even Michael was a skeptic, Not trusting the god's sense of justice, Michael, who had helped the god test Abraham and Lot, Michael, who always stood by the god, Michael, who was, he admitted, the god's favourite. The tempter smiled. Both Michael and the god saw. Michael wanted to cry, but he had no tears, The god, as usual, saw himself in a paradox. He realized that it did not matter if job passed the test, Because he, the god had failed again. The world that he had created was, as his companions said, A cruel place, and it was not enough even if Job loved him with an open heart and a generous mind. Perhaps, then he should not allow the test now? Would that be fair to job's namesake? Would it be fair to Moses and the others he had tested? Would it be just for those like Bilam who had failed the test Notwithstanding his sometime interference? The tempter helped job; He filled his house with riches. Not only were there all the things he craved, But he was given the ability to sing. He was given the talent to write. He was given the skills to paint and sculpt. Job's children too were given skills and talents. The tempter, as always, was proud of his work. And then, la déluge. Job’s wealth withered away, apparently without reason. Job blamed himself for his own pride, Not reading the economic news carefully, Not understanding the tea leaves. Job gave more to charity, Knowing that he had to help his god In these miserable times. Job’s friends, busy, living, Did not notice what was happening to Job, That Job’s opportunities had disintegrated, That Job’s mind was rented by strangers. Job kept on trying, not realizing that his efforts Were being sabotaged by the tempter, Wondered why nothing worked to help his business, Neither the tried and true methods, Nor the creative and innovative ones. Yet Job refused to abandon the god Who created him, his world, his understanding, His willingness to help others. And the tempter filled job’s heart with love, He found Job a new, a most appropriate mate. Job’s creativity flourished And Job’s fortunes again increased And his dreams expanded And he felt that there were no limits, Job was not proud; he thanked the god. The tempter knew that this was his opportunity, Abruptly, before Job could realize it, His fortunes disappeared, His hopes started to wither, He doubted himself. Unlike the story with his namesake, Whose wife and children died, Job’s children questioned him, And Job was left without a reply. His children realized that not all was right And yet, what could they say? They did not know his mind, They did not know his heart, They did not know the tempter. Then his beloved became ill, A sickness without remedy, Pain was her constant companion, Her every movement a silent hurt. Job prayed to the god and asked him To deliver her from the pain. And the god was silent. Job prayed to the god and asked him To help revive his fortunes And the god was silent. And job thought “the god does not play dice.” And job spoke to the god, saying. “god, so mighty and compassionate, who gives freedom to people, abandon freedom for a moment and let me carry her disease, her pain.” The god, who had been his friend, remained silent. Job heard the echo of his namesake’s friends: “Job, job, this change in fortune is your fault, You have been overly proud of your achievements. You have praised yourself and taken credit. You have not given credit to the god, You have not given enough to others, poorer than you.” And job know that there was some truth to this, He had been proud and thought himself responsible For his success, for his fortune. Yet he could not believe that the change in fortune Was all his fault, his responsibility. He heard the echoing voices say: “Curse the god, who plays dice with your life.” And job refused to blame the god. Job thought that perhaps there was nobody to blame but the world was not a world of happenstance Without order, without reason, without sense. Job loved the god and he trusted his judgment, He also trusted his own judgement, and yet …. The god looked at his friend job, hurt and powerless, And felt compassion, but what was the sense in compassion When it was not accompanied with consequences. But that was the way man saw the world he had created, A world in which justice did not prevail, A world in which compassion did not prevail, A world in which mercy did not prevail. The god looked at job’s ancient namesake’s first wife Who was killed for the sake of the tempter’s test. Even has his namesake deserved the test, What had she done, what had her children done To deserve capital punishment? There had been no Abraham to defend her As he had tried to save the just people of Sodom. And she had died. And now his friend’s beloved Was struck with illness and pain that she did not deserve… Was this different from his just friends who Were slaughtered in the Holocaust? Maybe the tempter had been correct when he said That he had allowed injustice to prevail. But did he really have a different option After he had transferred freedom of choice to man? Had he not abdicated his throne of power? Yet he had never claimed to abandon mercy. He had agreed not to destroy the world as he did in with the flood, He had agreed to Moses’ request not to destroy Israel. Were these not agreements based on compassion? And yet he had also allowed the tempter to test his friend job. Was this compassion, was this providence? Was this protection, was this justice? “be holy,” he had told his people, “as I am holy” Had he been holy? His friend Job had not understood creation, His friend Job had not understood his power Had he?113
- Sea Queen Once Before By: Aundrea MethvinIn Poetry·February 7, 2024Sea Queen Once Before By: Aundrea Methvin The sand shifted as the horse’s hooves bounded and the waves pounded the shore Memories flash as the sunset in all its blushing beauty lights the Caribbean Sea White sails glistened as the ship cut through the waves The colors raising as the black and white Jolly Roger rose above the crow’s nest The secret this ship holds is that its tale was never finished For she disappeared just before sunset, yet the horse and rider stared at the beauty that sails just along the reef’s edge Memories of cannon and pistol shots rock her mind “Aye Captain” a ghost pirate murmurs as he tips his hat to her almost bowing as if she were a Queen Then the sea water splashes sending her from her reverie as if to remind her of who she once was She may be a simple farmer now but once she was as fiery as the sea A beauty true but like the cruel mistress that floods her mind she remembers what history forgot to find As in the cliff, a cavern sits as does a ship waiting for high tide and the freedom of the sea A ghost she may be but to be free again she longs to be Away from shore cutlass in hand, her throne the open sea Memories fade but the visions still play The rider still wonders what it could mean The horse turns and runs for dry sand on the beach far from the water’s edge It knows that bad omens come in visions such as this, The ghost had no smell but it was real standing in the wet sand his hat in his hands As if hoping for her return.3113
- LIFE AND DEATH AND LOVEIn PoetryFebruary 7, 2024Great flow, rhythm and message - nice work.21
- LIFE AND DEATH AND LOVEIn Poetry·February 6, 2024Condemned to live, condemned to die, Ignored by passing passersby, Themselves, condemned as you and I, To live each day, and each day try, To live one more, and not to die. That's the law here, that's the way, To skip our lives from day to day, Pretending play is only play, Not life we've lost and thrown away, Left behind along our way. I've no lessons, laws, or rules, To save us all from being fools. So far I've not found any schools, Which teach us methods, give us tools, To stay alive as life's fire cools. Love's the only thing I've found, To aid us on this mad go-round, Providing guidance soft, yet sound, To wrap our lives in, keep it bound, Yet, something most have never found. • Donovan Baldwin123
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