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Jana Chehab  Oct 2014
Naked
Jana Chehab Oct 2014
Naked is how I love you
like an autonomous grain of sand
skin against skin
and your furtive passions
composed nerve-cells
lavish with mellifluous vibrations
that wash away all signs of negative energy

Naked is how I crave you
that simple lithe figure
faded muscles and tufts of hair
a dimple with a non-existent twin
palliate a thriving surge

Naked, just as you lie
underneath the satin sheets,
and aquiline just as the same
succumbed to unremitting sparks
you are the motif of my every piece
*and you are that act of symbiosis
between the canvas
and the paint
Hilda  Nov 2012
The Winding Road
Hilda Nov 2012
Endlessly onward winds the road
Dimmed by amazing mist o' grey;
Blindly I struggle 'neath my load
Yearning for some radiant day.

What terrors lurk beyond the bend,—
Horrors enough to break my heart?
And yet may I some peace impart,—
We shall n'er pass this way again.

Because for thee so great my love
Let me thy heavy sorrows bear
And palliate each strife and care;
My sacrifice a token prove.


~Hilda~
For my husband, Timothy. May you know I care about you and love you.
© Hilda November 29, 2012
562

Conjecturing a Climate
Of unsuspended Suns—
Adds poignancy to Winter—
The Shivering Fancy turns

To a fictitious Country
To palliate a Cold—
Not obviated of Degree—
Nor erased—of Latitude—
Hilda Apr 2013
I am heartbroken my husband so dear
That all my aspirations seem to die
Nor brighten your days with sunshine and cheer
And make thy heaviest burdens to fly.
Forgive my frail human attempts in vain,
Sparkling gold turned into bitter dross,
My failure to palliate ev'ry pain,
Highest dreams and goals fading into loss.
So I pray to be an ideal wife;
Make each oncoming day a golden dream
Flood radiant sunshine into your life
So each new moment doth sparkle and gleam.
O! May this humble sonnet to thee prove
Truest heartfelt token of my deep love.

**~Hilda~
For my husband Timothy.  © Hilda April, 2013.
Jake Devlin  Dec 2022
Blue
Jake Devlin Dec 2022
There is a war raging inside of me
Feels as though I'm being eaten from the inside
An anxiety that will not relent
An ache no poison could feasibly palliate
Founded beliefs of a love, one so true
Begging God for an answer
For what reason do I deserve such torment
Of being away from the One
That takes away all of my blue
Rob Sandman  Jun 2016
Tyrants.
Rob Sandman Jun 2016
text= Jay/Sonic Philtre * Text = Mr Sandman
TYRANT
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I was born Temujin. It means blacksmith.
I entered the world with a blood clot gripped in my fist.
A sign. Destined to rule. More than mortal man.
I'll unite the tribes as Genghis Khan.
Nomadic tribes. Erratic fractured divides.
Now ride aligned at my side.
The Mongol Horde pours onward.
Behold. The flail of God. All fall. Conquered.  
Homicidal persuasions. Genocidal invasions.
I'm destroyin the nations. All brought to heel.
Crushed. At my will.
Millions killed under hoof and bow and steel.  
Now feel the wrath of Khan. And bend knee.
My name echoes.....Through the centuries.
Infamy preceding me. History remembers me.

Cos I'm a tyrant.


Not born to the throne,I was borne to the Throne,
uncle claimed me as his own,thus my dynasty was born,
a ruthless cut throat,poisonous child,raised in glory,til I ran wild,
my Legions spread round the world like lesions,
my Army needs Levies,**** the rest take the young sons,
join my centuries, echo through the centuries,
Demonic on the Throne,of course they'll remember me!
Praetorian Guard stand hard at my side,
as I flaunt the power of an empire spread wide,
Crushed Britanicus force beneath my sandalled heel,
never before, or since has such power been wielded,
by a frenzied Madman,don't kiss my seal,
it's a ring of death,I giggle at your last breath,
love my horses more than you fools and I'll prove it!,
bread and circuses to palliate the masses,
burn christ lovers alive-now hide your Masses!

My own mother crossed me-I kissed her dead lips,
who's next to die,Throne room is an Apocaplypse!,
spinning out of control,Watched Rome burn,and laughed,
didn't fiddle I was wrappin hot griddles round the lower class,
smell of burning flesh my favourite aphrodisiac,
Bound Aphrodite in human form and ripped flesh from her back,
24and I married my own sister Drusilla,and then killed her,
sinking deeper in insanity Depravity my filter ,
my own advisers avoid my eyes,
knowing that a single twitch could mean they're next to die,
meanwhile I conquer more of earth,am I truly born of earth?,
I think not,Godhood will be my next re-birth,
these filthy savages believe in totems,let them eat dirt,
when I unleash hell from catapults of fire that wreak grim work,
Roma Victor is the cry as they die in a hellish death dance,
The Legacy that will live forever after me the Godhood Tyrant.
Me and Jay EC in effect bringing the Tyrants of the past into view so we can Scrutinise the ones to come...
Revolutions are called that cause they just keep on rollin' around again.
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PFL  Jun 2016
Clouded Emotions
PFL Jun 2016
Someplace between
sky and ground
Clouds rage.
Betwixt moments
Notions and thought,
We too, rampage.
Both unaware from whence either came.

Somewhere from nowhere
They appeared and dissipate,
These cloud’s assuage.
Somehow is to knowhow,
Fits of pique palliate.
Two storms passing, unashamed,
Somewhat into an afterthought.
                                 PFL
Ralph Albors Feb 2014
I’m worried about you.
You seem like you’re aching,
Like your heart hurts.
And even though I try,
I cannot pick all the pieces
every time you fall apart.
It’s like putting together
all the pieces of the Big Bang.

You don’t talk much lately, not really.
You talk about your experiences, not how you feel.
You try to ignore that aspect of your life,
As if expressing them is worse than keeping them in.

Talk to me about you, not about what happened.
Talk about how you feel, how you really feel.
Let it all out, keep nothing inside you.

You know I’m here, always and forever,
Whatever you need, don’t hesitate.
Because while other people abandon you,
I keep by your side, like a masochistic dog.

Yes, masochistic. Because it hurts when you’re hurt.
And even though I try to palliate the impending outcome,
It always gets to you, raw, rough,
Slaps you in the face, sinks you in the river,
Drowns you in this petty thing we call life.
Diana Williams May 2016
Foraging and burrowing for solace  as I hear my beckoning cat singing its hymn of luck...
An electric shock as she left a Hubristic phenomena that impelled itself into an energy disk
using its persona to become a mask
Leaving the host
Exploiting secrets, extorting the waves,
Leaving the host (alone)
in "whys" and "why nots"
creating parallels and contamination
in its solace, an energy box,
as aggression followed
to palliate the breeze
while space blazed and swirled creating new baby miracles everyday;
Sarah Clark Jun 2019
surprising misdirections
      palliate these
      inadequacies.

floral hearts, echoic,

             right in the
                          unspoiled

                           ­                          middle.

— The End —