♂️ a nonsens...ual love poem ♀️ In every tongue known to mandid the Martian poetof his muse Venusianplead to let him in; so he'd have come out verses drippin' in finehoneyed, gold'n syllables Said she: no lip service nor sighing demands'tis but raw passionmakes th' muse respondMuch good in tonguesof charming praise.. 'less..they be of… Continue reading Of Mars and Venus
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I don’t want to be one of the poets
I don't want to be one of the poetswho loved so deep it broke their heartthat they wrote like none had ever writtenearning millions of lovers for their art I don't want to be one of the poetsthat paid a price in blood and died in lifereleasing their soul in all of their versesto be… Continue reading I don’t want to be one of the poets
Waking the muse
The muse slumbers so peacefullynot to be woken even with a kiss,the fountain sings a dewy lullabyfor dreams to sing behind her lidsWhat dreams does the muse dreamthus shaded from the afternoon sunher robes sighing languidly in the wind;the poet gazes with dreams of his ownThe soft breeze whispers warm secretsmercifully meant for the poet's… Continue reading Waking the muse
Song of the Priestess (2)
Born, the scribe In this world entranced by idol worshipI have found the living God He demands no sacrifice, no hymnsonly my soul in ink-drops His potent blessings to me are plenty so sweet, they curl my toes coursing through each vein in ecstasythat only in His verses find succour For it is only in… Continue reading Song of the Priestess (2)
Song of the Priestess (1)
God's Kiss When, come the full moon, she prayssolemn, appellant, on her knees,invoking the God, who then descends and lifts her up, saying he's pleased; ordaining for her to simply name whatever gifts she may desire she asks only to sing his praise in lands even beyond his empire;he takes her face between his hands… Continue reading Song of the Priestess (1)
On Samori’s Art
The Nature of Fear, Nicola Samori Say, what is the nature of human fearbut a distortion of a once hopeful prayer,that through disappointment, does morphinto something unholy, dark and drear-a hand extended to the heavens for alms;once hopeful eyes, now sunken, do warnof faith, and it's maddeningly slow poisonthat leaves the soul between hell n'… Continue reading On Samori’s Art
Beyond Bounds
Image from Pinterest The God of the Dark takes me by the handwhispers, "Come", to unknown, alluring landsin the wee hours, no presage, no known planI'm pulled, prescient...magnetised by him, and held by the waist, as he smiles softly behindspurring me on, as his firm fingers intertwinein mine; and I, locked in levitating, lusty decoysmoke… Continue reading Beyond Bounds
Song of the Priestess (6)
Kingdom Come'My God, to whom I'm boundI ask to never be abandoned from hence though oceans may toss and turn at tide's call, or all of earth cry n' lament'The poetess thus pens her last poemas the last prayer of the Priestess-a piquant plea to purple-towered Elysium,to return to the Gods, and finally rest.For no… Continue reading Song of the Priestess (6)
Song of the Priestess (5)
My God's DecreeSay what was my God's decree but to writeto live out desire as His chosen scribeYet dreams of Elysium both day and night leave me still bereft of the sacred sightSo each verse turns to letters upon the airto draw him close, to have him nearwhom now as my quill's muse I recognise… Continue reading Song of the Priestess (5)
Song of the Priestess (4)
Gifts of the Muse As soft as love are her Arcadian dreams that unbeknownst to her, she channels;each earthly word with ethereal alchemy evokes both devotion and desires carnal.Zephyr heralds spring in songs she sings, Aphrodite makes a home in her verses;her quill moves the Earth to divine praise; Providence itself smiles upon the Poetess!… Continue reading Song of the Priestess (4)
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