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Ariannah Oct 11
A promise ,
One that shattered my trust.
A promise,
That surely won't last.

A promise, one, at last
For I'm sorry I keep living in the past,
But I saw a light, far far away
Now I hope it's worth the wait,
Until I dig myself from the grave,
I fell into, drowned in pain.

I broke my trust,
I knew for sure.
Thought I tried to give my best,
My life was only headed west.

It won't last,
I'll never reach the end.
For the treasure is nowhere I can see,
I'll give away my life for free.

It won't last,
A promise.
It shattered my trust,
A promise.
Lyla Aug 22
I will find the place
Where the weirdos go
To be among my people

The strange, the unappreciated
Too brilliant or too insufferable
To live in polite society

I will join them in the trash heap
O carelessly discarded treasures!
And be an unfit queen
I always know where they are hiding ;)
Karijinbba Mar 2022
His light house amidst
his mystic fog, signals belated
in triumphant decore,
Enamoured with ancient joy
of his blue green dreams
I chant.
“His rod and his staff
comfort me and all surrounding
gore departs.
I breathe in gasping
about my true love.
as he spots my battered
vessel into the wind sailing.
  Ecstasy twinkles his teary eye
   in the magic water dancing glare,
of our mystical full moon light.

For too long I've traveled
jeweled triumphant
yet unable to reach
his promised treasure vaults.

To the greed of legions on
treacherous paths all alone I wept,
through enemy's territories,
but all those from me have fled.

I roamed alone yester woods
I reach his safe private harbour
his peaceful shores.
As trustworthy jeweled queen
regardless of grave loss.

Willfully he reveals his home key
to come open up his door
as photographic memories
on new calming waters
get anchored deep.

At last I shall rest in love
on my bittersweet bed of roses
red, and flowers wild;
   white sad lilies on hand,
saluting my beloved glories
recaptured and retained.

Enduring rhythmic ways
with courage, heart
brain and hope and off my
survival modes into éasier dwelling
  into my grave but neither there
I shall trod alone no more.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights.
https://youtu.be/rFEv_ZjCTuE
Karijinbba Jan 2022
Call me using  your name as my own.
did you call me today Jan 16? 2022?
I see a most magnificent table.
Plates and utensils are all in gold.
Our eight treasures siting
to be served are our children;
Our offspring our family.
Our second table sits to serve
our thirty two grandkids.
There are bouquets of red roses
along the tables.
The joy is inexplicably sweet
yet bittersweet feelings
engolf me so deep tears choke me.
ON WAKING UP,!
All I suddenly see now
are white lilies over such mystery
tables along with red and white roses.
God help me with such regret
*** i miss you true love.
and I always truly loved you
all you had to do is not walk away
I had escaped hellenic hell
and had amnesia typical of ptsd
I adored you then and worship
you now till the end of time.
Gratitude beauty perfection
heavenly grace is your other name
at the gates of the heaven
your heart of gold showed
my only jewels are my three kids
Patricia, Josephine Rose
and Joella middle names
are rddbba last name is
Cun&ham in your world
Naturally!
but in our unreal world
we got unreal names!
why use real names
in an unreal world!!
need you call me
~~~~~~~
Karijinbba.
https://youtu.be/4kHl4FoK1Ys

678-517-5066 I wish I must talk to you.
bless me please I am home.....less
Nickolas J McKee Oct 2021
I hear the deserts of the singing,
Calling me,
Wandering forth tears of a Spirit.
For many walks I lessen my pride,
Wondering,
Is it You calling me to heareth?
Mad before, I have ransacked some woods,
Treasures lost…
Finally awoken to find worth.
I’m gonna give them all what they want,
Never found…
For them to realize this is all Earth.
Let them cry, love, heal - all to find way…
Here - I am a dead man anyway…
Karijinbba Jul 2021
My lala sassy Coco beloved.
queens of purple heart mine.
to those loving me near or far.
~~~~~~~~~~~
And you sweetheart
You the awakened one when I fought to stay alive eons ago precioso mio.
Don't worry you woke me up
this thunderous hail winter
upon waking up opening my eyes
transforms to eternal spring.
And as the decades passed revealing so many secrets that you scattered of gold bars and treasures throughout Earth
for enchanted frog little me
in a tini pond destined to search you in your ocean

All treasures now conceived in thought understood grasped too late,
slide like water through my fingers
lost in inaction
Recaptured
in memory  thought apeacing me giving strength.

The mind makes everything that's gone very real.
Amorsitos, hermosos you have many names I know you by a few
my precious king of hearts
I own only my heart of gold
jewels are my kids all grown-up
I love your family jewels.
Cariños mios your hands your voice
the way you walk talk as if you sway me and visit me unexpectedly
and it happens often
~~~~~~
Lover long sun kissed limbed
It all lingers true and clear.
Any woman queen Angel or scribe
would go nuts just hearing your tantric sensual voice
but not the way like I can.
Holding your hands loving me imprinting me with
your fingers kissing your palm prints
all over my pristine remote
unexplored seashores.
In your Island for private
romantic lovers you and me
You must feel safe here dear
just a poetess dreaming of you.
My mind make it all real.
and it does again and again..
your voice bridges any gaps

Our dream breathes and lives
when I hear your voice you melt
me or freeze me evaporated me
I cry and laugh and hear God
speaking to me in your voice
it's all so amusing
And bittersweet
I miss and love you all so much
tini litt baby girls and boys mine
"I give my life to save yours
if only any of you ask, you wrote"
I love you adore you.
Te amo the amo.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights Reserved
te camo yesterday today forever
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
I'll wear your
    bones like jewelry
in my ears, like
                       precious

trophies, and
like pins in
my hair.

I love you so much that
                   I wish nothing more
than for
                   you to be
with me

always.
Check out the other poems in the "Bones" series.
This poem was written in 2016.
Savio Fonseca Dec 2020
My Woman and Her Treasures,
finally ended My Drouth.
When Her pink Lips created,
a Wild Storm in My Mouth.
She drove My Desires,
on a Hell of a Ride
and washed My Ego
by taking away some Pride.
Each Kiss She rendered,
aroused the Lion in Me.
Coz Her Lips were Sweeter,
than the Nectar from a Bee.
On Weekends Our Mood is set,
for Our Passions to Flow.
With each stroke I Serve,
Her Face begins to Glow.
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