#groans
clink of chains
prisoner groans
sounds of the fallen
mingle with dust
into the earth
worm world
dark passage
a place called death.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
mumbles, rumbles, grumbles & groans
*permeate the bedroom still,
woman tosses, turns and exclaims
mumbles, groans, all twisted into
a single minutes-long rumbling*
*torn I am, let it pass, or stroke the hair,
caress the shoulder, or risk awakening her
to continue her alert discontent, or salve her,
thereby saving her from herself, for me, us*
*do you know forever?
do you know perpetuity!
this diurnal/nocturnal border line battling
dilemma, comes early morn, ever faithfully*
and I dreading her dreaming:
court the new day’s chance-ry,^
plead my case, make new laws to protect
the infants, lunatics and the restless
and those would be their Knight Errant Protectors!
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^ The Court of Chancery was a court of equity in England and Wales that followed a set of loose rules to avoid a slow pace of change and possible harshness (or "inequity") of the common law. The Chancery had jurisdiction over all matters of equity, including trusts, land law, the estates of lunatics and the guardianship of infants.
A knight-errant is a figure of medieval chivalric romance literature. The adjective errant (meaning "wandering, roving") indicates how the knight-errant would wander the land in search of adventures to prove his chivalric virtues, either in knightly duels (pas d'armes) or in some other pursuit of courtly love.
Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 7:23 AM UTC
Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Harken groans that
dwell beneath
Smell the fragrance
of her tomb
I left there a
bloom of dew
Light me please a
path to dead
Hollow are the
years herein
Since she left a
wail for tune
Seals do chant the
lament's rhymes
Foggy days are
now live in
Gulfs and shores the
phantom's lair
Groves are emptied
fays have gone
Nature strolls in
grief alone
Tailor,Tailor
weave your spell
Let me go to
her again
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC
In the Shadows of a pale moonlight,
I envisioned making love beneath the starlight.
Being deeply tangled up,
with such mangled feelings
gave up and walked into your body
feeling the stirrings of being naughty.
Gently, you touch me,
and my body erupts with shivers.
Slowly and softly, you caress me,
and I can't help but quiver.
Whispering sweet nothings
that slowly turned into all things.
Coming together in such hunger,
grew my feelings to be stronger.
The moment we kissed,
there was such bliss.
Lost to lust,
our body combust.
Holding me in your arms,
makes me feel protected and warm.
You nibbled and trace my lips,
causing my heart beats to skip.
I reach out to touch you,
while you groped and clutch me.
Pressing me to your body,
my moans reflect your groans
sweet music to my sensitive ears
that leave happy tears.
I take great leisure
in having pleasure,
in kissing you
cause I've been missing you.
Beneath the pale moonlight,
in my heart, was delight.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC