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Soul Scribe Sep 19
Small fights with words for pillows,
Then up to your lips so others can't hear.
Long nights where smoke does billow,
I will love you forever and always my dear.

Inescapable questions about our future
Over and under like cords to cut hair.
Digging deep then pulling tight the suture,
I will love you forever and always my dear.

New terrain with you next to me,
But I'm grasping tightly to the hand of fear.
Walking past bear traps that only you see,
I will love you forever and always my dear.

No matter the struggle the pain or the strife,
I'll always be there to wipe the tear.
Whatever the baggage you carry through life,
I will love you forever and always my dear.
A Simillacrum Sep 15
Burn all the books,
bibles, effigies.
Halal the deities.
Eating never felt
this **** filling.
Segue
Rice and bean
Rice
Bean

Beans
With some
Chicken
In rice

Broth with
Veggies and
Rice and beans

I was called by God
To serve a mission in
Costa Rica

"Nice"
I thought

Better than Chile
Santiago
Where God picked
My identical
Twin to go

Plus I love
Latino food
The spices
Drive me
Loco

But then I learned
I was stupid
I mean I am stupid

But especially so then
Costa Ricans eat the blandest
Of bland food

So spoiled by
Heaven's
Lion share of
Blessed fruits

They never even
Put in the effort with
Everything else

Grow up
Costa Rica

It's time to make
Something without
Arroz o Frijoles

But then God
In her infinite wisdom
Sent me from the
Little golf on the
West coast

To Limón

Part 1
...
Elder
Robinson
Missionary
Chronicles
Part 1
...
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3298064/upe/
Peter B Aug 18
Maybe I would have stayed,
if they told me the truth
why they are there for.

And maybe, if they tried a bit harder,
came clean and smelled nice,
maybe I wouldn’t have minded.

If they knew how to speak to me,
if they were gentlemen, not ******,
maybe they would have had me.

If they showed a bit of decency
and a bit of courtesy,
an ounce of a dignity,
not only lust in loans,
maybe they'd have me all.

If they bought me flowers
or sang me a song,
or played a sweet tune,
made me feel like a Princess,
maybe
I wouldn't have said No.
Inspired by the painting "Susanna and the Elders" by Rembrandt.
md-writer Aug 10
Whisper, shiver,
Quake with fright,
A devil's voice is heard tonight.

Shifting dreams of
Usurpation
Fill the leader of
this nation.

"Come and make
These voices leave,
All this wicked
Whirlwind relieve -

Your music has a
Soothing power,
O'er this demon's
Constant glower

So come and sing,
You shepherd warrior;

Come and frighten
My destroyer."
King Saul calls for David
I didn't see how writing
words could infect
until I read
UOI
32
1
o
1
23
IOU
I read until
my words infected
Like a poisoned pond
Andrew Jul 21
on the path to Damascus
at the dimming of the day
Paul laid down his armament
and God walked his way

what a failure of reason
what a reasonable choice
to walk in a direction
but to stifle your voice

was Paul not a martyr
nor did he ****** a few
what service or sacrament
i coud sit in a pew

to abolish the firmament
to get rid of my crimes
i won’t let go of reason
but i’ve laid down in kind

what a bitter infusion
of logic and love
you are earnest in affection
but you’re still stuck above

and on the path to Damascus
Paul fell at once blind
and i can see the reflection
that’s how we’re designed
Steve Page Jul 12
[Proverbs 4:6
Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you.
Proverbs 7:4
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.”]

Do we really need
all the friends we can get?
Are we truely better off
not knowing?
Will it all work out
when we get to the end?
And do we need to get tough
to get going?

I prefer to listen,
I'm learning to wait
and hear from she who is wiser.
I'll made some mistakes,
but I'm learning from those
who trust the Word as adviser.

As I sit and I read,
as I ponder and pray
my sisters begin to make sense.
My sister is Wisdom, my sister is Insight,
my first and next line of defense.
Proverbs 4:6
Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you.
Proverbs 7:4
Say to wisdom, “You are my sister,” and to insight, “You are my relative.”
Planejane2 Jul 6
Mad
I’m mad because I was looking for my purpose in worldly things
I was dipping and dabbing in some tarot cards
that was made by human beings

I was looking for my rock but dug for some crystals instead
Gold mines found empty
Just like this vacant bed.

Voices, the voices, the voices in my head
The devil gonna get me good
Riding me while I sleep in this bed.

Hurry up and come get me, rather have
Another man come get me instead.

He run as fast as you can, but he never breaks bread.

But I love him unconditionally, just like you said I should.

He do me so bad, but I know that he can be so good.

Golden he shines. He was digging in the gold mines.

Please show him to your love. In due time.
This poem is inspired by a song called Mad ******* by Mikhala Jene. I have been in love three times before. And all three of these lovers have had mad *******. Their love is so vacant because they put women before them. My love has been vacant because I have put men before God. I’m breaking the cycle.  Not infinity, but TRINITY.
Aa Harvey Jul 2
The continuous culture


As none would be, yet still exists,
One who creates a perfect bliss.
So sensational as to be unbelieved;
Yet tales are told as first was seen.


The image there for all to see,
Gave birth to words and epiphanies.
A mind of light and stars and streams.
Connections made and ways believed.


And all upon a head of clouds,
Were seen a million times and how,
All understood the thought as one,
As all never needed a mirage in the sun.


Electric bolts from mind to mind,
Shared all the knowledge of all mankind
And as man all stood on land to view the sky,
Beneath the moon and sun all was clear to the eyes.


At last a chance to see the next footstep in humanity.
A language born a long time ago,
Was able to be used to translate,
And now all into a brighter future can go.

The mind of a hive, a continuous culture.
A change of life; breaking the spell we were under.


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