Poetry competition CLOSED 15th July 2012 3:23pm
WINNER
LeColonel
LeColonel
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and runningturtle87
Lily
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based off the name "Lily"
Think of the name Lily, and then WRITE. Whatever comes to your head, whatever you incorporate with the name.
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-1 week
-Title
-However many posts you'd like
-Reposts welcome
Enjoy!
Lily
My flower amongst thorns
An angel with Devil horns
Petals open, revealing misery
I would hold you for hours
And protect you from theshowers
To let you blossom
Fly free like a sparrow
Sing your lively song
Fly to your heaven
Forget of doing wrong
My flower amongst thorns
An angel with Devil horns
Petals open, revealing misery
I would hold you for hours
And protect you from theshowers
To let you blossom
Fly free like a sparrow
Sing your lively song
Fly to your heaven
Forget of doing wrong
Day
The evening starts again
with a trouble full of dawn,
it swings on through the day light
like a broken beaked song;
the lost and dismayed,
the ones that have it made,
each and every face is gone away.
And every tune is sung
with a lapse of memory
from root and trunk and branches
to the twigs and then the leaves,
but I would have you know
that I never cared a day
until I saw you standing there
a lily full of days.
I was ever-lonely
in my lost and sunken state;
along came a lily
and it simply sealed my fate.
I could see the worry fading
from my face;
I had a broken heart
and then a lily took its place.
I never knew the power
of a simple song's embrace,
until I met a lily
that could make it all erase.
runningturtle87
The evening starts again
with a trouble full of dawn,
it swings on through the day light
like a broken beaked song;
the lost and dismayed,
the ones that have it made,
each and every face is gone away.
And every tune is sung
with a lapse of memory
from root and trunk and branches
to the twigs and then the leaves,
but I would have you know
that I never cared a day
until I saw you standing there
a lily full of days.
I was ever-lonely
in my lost and sunken state;
along came a lily
and it simply sealed my fate.
I could see the worry fading
from my face;
I had a broken heart
and then a lily took its place.
I never knew the power
of a simple song's embrace,
until I met a lily
that could make it all erase.
runningturtle87
Sweet Lilith
Your sad, sad saxophone lets me know you were here,
Funny how you only go by Lily when the clouds disappear,
Loving you has vaulted me skyward and plunged me deep,
But I can’t seem to decide which to discard, which to keep,
Your touch can burn like fire, soothe like mink,
But regardless of which, I can’t seem to think,
Tickle me with French whispers in my ear,
And chase away all my doubt, all of my fear,
Now don’t even laugh, or dare think me silly,
Help me say “adieu à Lilith et bonjour à Lily”
Your sad, sad saxophone lets me know you were here,
Funny how you only go by Lily when the clouds disappear,
Loving you has vaulted me skyward and plunged me deep,
But I can’t seem to decide which to discard, which to keep,
Your touch can burn like fire, soothe like mink,
But regardless of which, I can’t seem to think,
Tickle me with French whispers in my ear,
And chase away all my doubt, all of my fear,
Now don’t even laugh, or dare think me silly,
Help me say “adieu à Lilith et bonjour à Lily”
This old poem of mine sums up the first thing that came to my mind when I heard the word Lily...
<(0)> Black Eyes <(0)>
In Praise of Lilith
Thy eyes, they haunt me, through long hours…
When midnight’s goddess shows her powers,
Reminding me, of ecstasies that I had forgot…
And the secrets that exist past mortal thought!
Thy face pale and taunting with its’ symmetry,
Appears in my dreams with tempting beauty…
Reminding me, that of old you came to grace,
My lonely company, in earthly parts of space!
What mystery I held thy coming to have been,
In my mad youth: when we indulged in our sin.
But I know now simply that longing so great…
Led you to my side, from beyond Hell’s gates.
The room was cast in shadow, nothing shone,
And I could hear the sound of thy breathing…
Hot upon my neck, whilst I lay wanton prone,
Whilst looking upon thy form, lust so seething.
Six veils she casts from her limbs as a dancer,
I feel the softness of them, as they flutter free!
Like all lovers do, we confide, and we confer,
Whilst I am lost in her eyes: her secrets to see.
In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her I hunt for love and need to feast!
Black eyes in the night, white skin in faint light,
Looking, longing for one of the ancient blood!
In darkness beyond sight, we knew all delight,
Until dawn parted our pleasure with its’ flood!
Whispers you spoke into my ears, so tenderly,
As it was when Eden fell, to divine conspiracy.
And what I said to thee, all in wondering reply,
Was enough to make a saint, holy vows deny!
I was not looking for salvation on that evening,
But I found paradise, in dark eyes all gleaming.
The stars that once encircled us as we soared,
That night bore witness to our passion adored.
Eyes as black and large as eyes of white owls!
To look in them, is to see into her naked spirit.
I felt myself smile where, before, hung a scowl,
For I was but a vessel and passion did steer it.
The house seems then, to border other planes,
Familiar, and strange, where once I had dwelt.
I could hear her singing aloud of wild domains,
And I remembered well, how those places felt.
In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her I hunt for love and need to feast!
A song was playing, but I cannot recall words,
For my soul was entwined with hers like vines.
I think it was about the night, and put to verse,
Oh night so radiantly divine, replete with signs!
Child of darkness wither hast thou gone since?
Mayhap soaring past the moon on dark wings.
So long has it been since that bewitching hour,
When midnight’s goddess, showed her power.
Yet still I can remember, as if it were last eve,
And for the passing of that night, I must grieve.
So many things, I longed to ask thee, and say,
But, every night must end, with the rise of day!
In the depths of the netherworld’s deep space,
A stone of jade she carved, for me to sit upon.
She dons a gown of black silk, and white lace,
Which by the spiders of the pits was thus spun.
Cool is that place where the low fires burn out,
And the damned do not dare to wander inside.
Until my return she will prepare and ever pout,
In the palace of darkness where we will abide!
In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her I hunt for love and need to feast!
<(0)> Black Eyes <(0)>
In Praise of Lilith
Thy eyes, they haunt me, through long hours…
When midnight’s goddess shows her powers,
Reminding me, of ecstasies that I had forgot…
And the secrets that exist past mortal thought!
Thy face pale and taunting with its’ symmetry,
Appears in my dreams with tempting beauty…
Reminding me, that of old you came to grace,
My lonely company, in earthly parts of space!
What mystery I held thy coming to have been,
In my mad youth: when we indulged in our sin.
But I know now simply that longing so great…
Led you to my side, from beyond Hell’s gates.
The room was cast in shadow, nothing shone,
And I could hear the sound of thy breathing…
Hot upon my neck, whilst I lay wanton prone,
Whilst looking upon thy form, lust so seething.
Six veils she casts from her limbs as a dancer,
I feel the softness of them, as they flutter free!
Like all lovers do, we confide, and we confer,
Whilst I am lost in her eyes: her secrets to see.
In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her I hunt for love and need to feast!
Black eyes in the night, white skin in faint light,
Looking, longing for one of the ancient blood!
In darkness beyond sight, we knew all delight,
Until dawn parted our pleasure with its’ flood!
Whispers you spoke into my ears, so tenderly,
As it was when Eden fell, to divine conspiracy.
And what I said to thee, all in wondering reply,
Was enough to make a saint, holy vows deny!
I was not looking for salvation on that evening,
But I found paradise, in dark eyes all gleaming.
The stars that once encircled us as we soared,
That night bore witness to our passion adored.
Eyes as black and large as eyes of white owls!
To look in them, is to see into her naked spirit.
I felt myself smile where, before, hung a scowl,
For I was but a vessel and passion did steer it.
The house seems then, to border other planes,
Familiar, and strange, where once I had dwelt.
I could hear her singing aloud of wild domains,
And I remembered well, how those places felt.
In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her I hunt for love and need to feast!
A song was playing, but I cannot recall words,
For my soul was entwined with hers like vines.
I think it was about the night, and put to verse,
Oh night so radiantly divine, replete with signs!
Child of darkness wither hast thou gone since?
Mayhap soaring past the moon on dark wings.
So long has it been since that bewitching hour,
When midnight’s goddess, showed her power.
Yet still I can remember, as if it were last eve,
And for the passing of that night, I must grieve.
So many things, I longed to ask thee, and say,
But, every night must end, with the rise of day!
In the depths of the netherworld’s deep space,
A stone of jade she carved, for me to sit upon.
She dons a gown of black silk, and white lace,
Which by the spiders of the pits was thus spun.
Cool is that place where the low fires burn out,
And the damned do not dare to wander inside.
Until my return she will prepare and ever pout,
In the palace of darkness where we will abide!
In the gathering shadows, she is watching,
From other worlds, from times long dust…
Merry we met, when I was not searching!
She eased my torment, and sated my lust.
Dead are our children; gone, are our kin…
Now we haunt the night, beauty and beast.
We will not regret, we cannot be forgiven,
Like her I hunt for love and need to feast!
My Lilly for so Long
She fell from the sky
and into my arms.
Lilly,
little dancing flower.
Sun kissed
beauty.
Loves every color
of the rainbow,
and every person
who smiles with her.
She has the power to melt
the sternest of nurses,
and leaves in her wake
a happy trail of petals.
She believes every girl
is a princess.
In giggles and snuggles
and scary things in the dark.
That no man
is stronger than her daddy,
and mommy's kisses
heal all heartaches.
She believes in magic.
Sweet Lilly,
I can already see your place
among the stars.
She rests her head on my shoulder
and looks up at the twinkling night sky
making wishes.
She wants long hair
and "lillypops".
I want her to not grow up so fast.
Already so much fire
in such a tiny frame.
I know I can only hold her
for so long.
Dance
little flower
Lilly.
Dance and take your bow.
You hold hearts
in every smile,
every tear,
and the world
around your little finger.
[i] for my beautiful daughter, Lillyanna [i]
She fell from the sky
and into my arms.
Lilly,
little dancing flower.
Sun kissed
beauty.
Loves every color
of the rainbow,
and every person
who smiles with her.
She has the power to melt
the sternest of nurses,
and leaves in her wake
a happy trail of petals.
She believes every girl
is a princess.
In giggles and snuggles
and scary things in the dark.
That no man
is stronger than her daddy,
and mommy's kisses
heal all heartaches.
She believes in magic.
Sweet Lilly,
I can already see your place
among the stars.
She rests her head on my shoulder
and looks up at the twinkling night sky
making wishes.
She wants long hair
and "lillypops".
I want her to not grow up so fast.
Already so much fire
in such a tiny frame.
I know I can only hold her
for so long.
Dance
little flower
Lilly.
Dance and take your bow.
You hold hearts
in every smile,
every tear,
and the world
around your little finger.
[i] for my beautiful daughter, Lillyanna [i]
http://wordbiscuit.com/images/lily.jpg
< the lily >
so beautiful
and so lazy
only needing to grow
and look splendid
and why not?
"when you're arrayed like me
there's nothing else you need to do"
but such confidence is expected
knowing
(as she does)
that anyone who touches her
will soon die
- - -
Anonymous
Lily
Suicide
Age 22
Lily
Red hair
Smile
Always
There
Lily
Given
Everything
But
Love
Lily
The boyfriend
Forbidden
To marry
Lily
Your grave
I visited
Left
Something
A Lily
Lily my
Girl
Lover
Wife
Soulmate
I've loved you
Since the first
Day i saw
Your pink dyed hair
And you poured a
Basket of fresh lillies
Over my head.
Lily my love
You died and
Left me alone
To my streaming
Hot tears. Lily
I loved you
And i know you
Loved me.
Girl
Lover
Wife
Soulmate
I've loved you
Since the first
Day i saw
Your pink dyed hair
And you poured a
Basket of fresh lillies
Over my head.
Lily my love
You died and
Left me alone
To my streaming
Hot tears. Lily
I loved you
And i know you
Loved me.
- An Alien Angel -
Based on true events from my life…
Near the Red Sea, lies a desolation of sand…
Existing since before the early memory of man.
Within, lay an oasis of indescribable delights…
Created long ago, in a span of starless nights.
In the oasis lay ruins from an age before time,
Where an idol stood, so serene and sublime!
A goddess, carved in stone as red as blood…
With two owls, as survived the ancient Flood.
She held an ankh in one of her slender hands,
Her name was Lilith; she ruled the wild lands.
Today, her monument can no longer be found,
The oasis dried up leaving naught thus around.
But she, to whom that place was of old home,
Still, upon the wings of night is want to roam!
When I was sixteen, one cold autumn evening,
She came into my room, black eyes gleaming.
Her skin was pale as whitest bleached bone…
When through an open window she had flown,
To sit at the edge of the bed as I lay reading…
Staring at me with a gaze that held a meaning.
Her black hair tumbled down to her two feet,
I felt an ancient bond, when our eyes did meet.
Her raven wings enfolded me, so feathery soft,
As black as a raven’s, perched high in its’ loft.
I dropped my book and reached out my arms,
Surrendering, unto my vampire lover’s charms.
My first love, as she was the first women made,
Before Adam cast her into the unwanted shade.
Into my arms, by those sands of the Red Sea…
Of old we made love, my dearest Lilith and me.
She was one of the few, who knew my name…
From when I was an angel with a soul of flame!
Oh, to think that some call her a devil’s whore!
My mother had seen her several nights before…
When my mother and I were a-walking in town.
At the time I did not see Lilith, so I did frown…
When my mother tried to describe an alien face!
She likened it to some woman from outer space.
Pale as the moon, with large pure black eyes…
So like a visitor from beyond those starry skies,
Which now rose outside my window that eve…
When Lilith came to claim me and did not leave.
An alien angel did lie with me in my own bed…
I was awake and alive in the arms of the undead.
And before the third hour past midnight’s chime,
She flew out the window, to some distant clime.
I spoke not a word to my family or to friends…
Of: how I gave in, to a demonic lady’s demands.
She did awaken something that slumbered long…
Within my soul, and she awakened it with a song.
She sang it low, so only I could hear the words…
Then I understood, enjoying all her alien comforts!
Lilith, who knew even the name of God, long lost,
And the secrets of Kobol, that did so dearly cost.
I: who walked on Mars when human life it bore…
Before the destruction of a planet between itself,
And Jupiter, sent asteroids that so savagely tore…
The atmosphere of the red planet, from its’ shelf.
The same rocky pieces that ended dinosaurs here,
On the Earth of another age I saw as crystal clear.
That year, she and another did open far my sight,
And though I walked in darkness, there was light!
Lilith had guided me along a path that I walk still,
I still think of her when the autumn air grows chill.
Based on true events from my life…
Near the Red Sea, lies a desolation of sand…
Existing since before the early memory of man.
Within, lay an oasis of indescribable delights…
Created long ago, in a span of starless nights.
In the oasis lay ruins from an age before time,
Where an idol stood, so serene and sublime!
A goddess, carved in stone as red as blood…
With two owls, as survived the ancient Flood.
She held an ankh in one of her slender hands,
Her name was Lilith; she ruled the wild lands.
Today, her monument can no longer be found,
The oasis dried up leaving naught thus around.
But she, to whom that place was of old home,
Still, upon the wings of night is want to roam!
When I was sixteen, one cold autumn evening,
She came into my room, black eyes gleaming.
Her skin was pale as whitest bleached bone…
When through an open window she had flown,
To sit at the edge of the bed as I lay reading…
Staring at me with a gaze that held a meaning.
Her black hair tumbled down to her two feet,
I felt an ancient bond, when our eyes did meet.
Her raven wings enfolded me, so feathery soft,
As black as a raven’s, perched high in its’ loft.
I dropped my book and reached out my arms,
Surrendering, unto my vampire lover’s charms.
My first love, as she was the first women made,
Before Adam cast her into the unwanted shade.
Into my arms, by those sands of the Red Sea…
Of old we made love, my dearest Lilith and me.
She was one of the few, who knew my name…
From when I was an angel with a soul of flame!
Oh, to think that some call her a devil’s whore!
My mother had seen her several nights before…
When my mother and I were a-walking in town.
At the time I did not see Lilith, so I did frown…
When my mother tried to describe an alien face!
She likened it to some woman from outer space.
Pale as the moon, with large pure black eyes…
So like a visitor from beyond those starry skies,
Which now rose outside my window that eve…
When Lilith came to claim me and did not leave.
An alien angel did lie with me in my own bed…
I was awake and alive in the arms of the undead.
And before the third hour past midnight’s chime,
She flew out the window, to some distant clime.
I spoke not a word to my family or to friends…
Of: how I gave in, to a demonic lady’s demands.
She did awaken something that slumbered long…
Within my soul, and she awakened it with a song.
She sang it low, so only I could hear the words…
Then I understood, enjoying all her alien comforts!
Lilith, who knew even the name of God, long lost,
And the secrets of Kobol, that did so dearly cost.
I: who walked on Mars when human life it bore…
Before the destruction of a planet between itself,
And Jupiter, sent asteroids that so savagely tore…
The atmosphere of the red planet, from its’ shelf.
The same rocky pieces that ended dinosaurs here,
On the Earth of another age I saw as crystal clear.
That year, she and another did open far my sight,
And though I walked in darkness, there was light!
Lilith had guided me along a path that I walk still,
I still think of her when the autumn air grows chill.
And, here is the third poem in my "Lilith Trilogy" of poems:
- Grove of the Owl -
Part I: Initiation
In search of knowledge, I came to a grove hidden in a forest…
Led there by guides not easily spoken of, to the uninitiated one.
I heard the sounds of doves cooing and the sense of quietness,
Which is the still air before a storm has brewed as yet to come.
Ones in black drew around, and seemed without bodily form…
Before a statue of a great horned owl most venerable and wise!
Fires burned to either side, and kept the area humid and warm.
In front of the owl, a pale lady with eyes as black as night skies,
My beloved Lilith, there: presiding as mistress of the ceremony.
She motioned for me to be still and her alien majesty glowed…
In the light of the fires, whilst the dark things neared us, silently.
It was midnight, as the crescent moon was magically endowed!
The trees rose up around the grove, a circle in a circle of green,
Like the arms of souls petrified in the wood, reaching skyward.
There, the ones in black drew the symbol across the low grass,
Shadows painting a shadow in which no light could ever gleam.
The dead necromancers acted like automatons without reward,
Existing only for their deity, whose eyes did flare clear as glass!
An angel of light emerged from the darkness, beautiful and fair,
Trampling crushed communion wafers, the seals of apostasy…
Though the shadows trembled before her, crying out to beware.
No malice came from that being, only a nobler type of dignity!
I could hear the sound of water, as I crossed to come thus far,
As in the high heavens, there blazed the brilliant evening star.
No mere animal instincts keep us from the glory of the spiritual,
It is to the fault of man; that forgotten lay many an ancient ritual.
Part II: Graduation
And there did Lilith cast off her black gown, and start to sing…
Whilst the angel took me by the hand, and drew me ever close!
The crickets made their music, whilst a church’s bells did ring…
They sounded lonely in their distance with a melody so morose.
I thought about my life, and I despaired from my deep sorrows!
As Lilith crept closer, kissing me oh so tenderly upon my lips…
It was the angel’s turn to sing, as we waltzed across meadows.
Gone were the shadows, as only the great statue’s pointy tips,
The horns of that owl remained, to remark of the unholy party.
The angel and I danced in the shadow of that mighty old idol…
And when she had vanished back into the darkness so hearty,
Lilith guided my steps, and together we entered a dark portal.
I felt my pale mistress gripping me, her breath upon my neck…
Kisses as hot as perdition in the utter blackness of alien space.
I heard her whispers, as we were covered in our slick sweat…
Making love in the shadows; shadows ourselves, out of place!
For a seeming eternity, it ended in our cries of furious rapture.
I felt her nails raking my flesh, her burning gaze ever searing…
A moment frozen out of time, outside time’s ability to capture!
Soon she was gone away, and I felt another presence nearing.
Imperious and glorious, from the time before time we count…
Something drew itself close unto my side, angelic voice raised!
All I could do was wait for this being; my curiosity did mount,
As I heard multitudes of blended voices that endlessly praised.
No mere animal instincts keep us from beholding divine things,
It is to the fault of man, for he shackles himself to mortal kings.
Part III: Exaltation
I saw a light in the darkness, as the angel from earlier glided…
Taking me by the arm, to the edges of an endless flaming lake!
There I heard the shrieking of the damned, where they abided.
We crossed that expanse burning not, nor of fire to partake…
And we wound upward, in spiritual flight, embracing in the air.
Knowing love of another kind, deeper than crude physicality,
Our spirits merged until we were of one substance divine, fair.
And then that underworld did spin, until it was just a memory!
I was kneeling before the great stone owl in that empty grove,
Lilith stood before it, in her black gown, proud and serene…
My heart beating: from a taste of boundless and spiritual love.
She bid me rise, for when I was king she was my very queen!
Adama was never such a perfect equal to her bohemian way,
As the queen of the night found in I: firstborn, of high Sophia.
The dawn was rising, and I felt the first rays of newborn day!
My cares were cremated in the glow of Earth’s star, Solaria.
The fallen queen blinked her large almond-shaped eyes once,
And she merged, with the last shadows that still so remained.
The fires died out in their braziers as water dried in its’ fonts,
Whilst quiet fell upon the grove and not one soul complained.
Silent and mysterious, the statue kept its’ secrets all too well,
As even the wind seemed to make only the slightest rustle…
For not a word was spoken, of the casting of the eve’s spell.
Then I returned to civilization, to the mad rush and the bustle!
No mere animal instincts keep us from achieving inner peace,
It is to the fault of man, for you alone can be pure as a fleece.
- Grove of the Owl -
Part I: Initiation
In search of knowledge, I came to a grove hidden in a forest…
Led there by guides not easily spoken of, to the uninitiated one.
I heard the sounds of doves cooing and the sense of quietness,
Which is the still air before a storm has brewed as yet to come.
Ones in black drew around, and seemed without bodily form…
Before a statue of a great horned owl most venerable and wise!
Fires burned to either side, and kept the area humid and warm.
In front of the owl, a pale lady with eyes as black as night skies,
My beloved Lilith, there: presiding as mistress of the ceremony.
She motioned for me to be still and her alien majesty glowed…
In the light of the fires, whilst the dark things neared us, silently.
It was midnight, as the crescent moon was magically endowed!
The trees rose up around the grove, a circle in a circle of green,
Like the arms of souls petrified in the wood, reaching skyward.
There, the ones in black drew the symbol across the low grass,
Shadows painting a shadow in which no light could ever gleam.
The dead necromancers acted like automatons without reward,
Existing only for their deity, whose eyes did flare clear as glass!
An angel of light emerged from the darkness, beautiful and fair,
Trampling crushed communion wafers, the seals of apostasy…
Though the shadows trembled before her, crying out to beware.
No malice came from that being, only a nobler type of dignity!
I could hear the sound of water, as I crossed to come thus far,
As in the high heavens, there blazed the brilliant evening star.
No mere animal instincts keep us from the glory of the spiritual,
It is to the fault of man; that forgotten lay many an ancient ritual.
Part II: Graduation
And there did Lilith cast off her black gown, and start to sing…
Whilst the angel took me by the hand, and drew me ever close!
The crickets made their music, whilst a church’s bells did ring…
They sounded lonely in their distance with a melody so morose.
I thought about my life, and I despaired from my deep sorrows!
As Lilith crept closer, kissing me oh so tenderly upon my lips…
It was the angel’s turn to sing, as we waltzed across meadows.
Gone were the shadows, as only the great statue’s pointy tips,
The horns of that owl remained, to remark of the unholy party.
The angel and I danced in the shadow of that mighty old idol…
And when she had vanished back into the darkness so hearty,
Lilith guided my steps, and together we entered a dark portal.
I felt my pale mistress gripping me, her breath upon my neck…
Kisses as hot as perdition in the utter blackness of alien space.
I heard her whispers, as we were covered in our slick sweat…
Making love in the shadows; shadows ourselves, out of place!
For a seeming eternity, it ended in our cries of furious rapture.
I felt her nails raking my flesh, her burning gaze ever searing…
A moment frozen out of time, outside time’s ability to capture!
Soon she was gone away, and I felt another presence nearing.
Imperious and glorious, from the time before time we count…
Something drew itself close unto my side, angelic voice raised!
All I could do was wait for this being; my curiosity did mount,
As I heard multitudes of blended voices that endlessly praised.
No mere animal instincts keep us from beholding divine things,
It is to the fault of man, for he shackles himself to mortal kings.
Part III: Exaltation
I saw a light in the darkness, as the angel from earlier glided…
Taking me by the arm, to the edges of an endless flaming lake!
There I heard the shrieking of the damned, where they abided.
We crossed that expanse burning not, nor of fire to partake…
And we wound upward, in spiritual flight, embracing in the air.
Knowing love of another kind, deeper than crude physicality,
Our spirits merged until we were of one substance divine, fair.
And then that underworld did spin, until it was just a memory!
I was kneeling before the great stone owl in that empty grove,
Lilith stood before it, in her black gown, proud and serene…
My heart beating: from a taste of boundless and spiritual love.
She bid me rise, for when I was king she was my very queen!
Adama was never such a perfect equal to her bohemian way,
As the queen of the night found in I: firstborn, of high Sophia.
The dawn was rising, and I felt the first rays of newborn day!
My cares were cremated in the glow of Earth’s star, Solaria.
The fallen queen blinked her large almond-shaped eyes once,
And she merged, with the last shadows that still so remained.
The fires died out in their braziers as water dried in its’ fonts,
Whilst quiet fell upon the grove and not one soul complained.
Silent and mysterious, the statue kept its’ secrets all too well,
As even the wind seemed to make only the slightest rustle…
For not a word was spoken, of the casting of the eve’s spell.
Then I returned to civilization, to the mad rush and the bustle!
No mere animal instincts keep us from achieving inner peace,
It is to the fault of man, for you alone can be pure as a fleece.
Here is one more for the road: Wanton Love...
-<{( Wanton Love )}>-
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of: every, bliss as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her, my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion: that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
-<{( Wanton Love )}>-
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of: every, bliss as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her, my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion: that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
Congrats, LeColonel, runningturtle and Regina!
