Poem of the Month - November

         
poetry dies one word at a time        
while your muse is quietly singing        
& you ignore her song        
shut it up, bottle it tight        
because it's foreign music        
notes you don't recognize        
         
until you find yourself slightly swaying        
to it's hypnotic beat        
with a knowing of the words        
as they come alive on the page        
         
a brand new creature        
is born into the world        
though you can't mother it        
from birth it has a life of its own        
touching peoples minds        
& entering their souls        
becoming a part of who they are        
   
this is when poetry's magic happens        
when for an instant        
someone is captivated        
a recogntion of a thought or feeling        
it germinates in another poets being        
& is given birth to again          
         
then brand new feelings are stirred        
as we move one another          
a poem at a time        
         
         
         
         
         
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©OxyMoronicMeGLemz
 
From nothing to something, this world embarked on spinning
Above the clouds, the Eastern Sun rose and hope comes glimmering
Then rays of light started shining, frozen grounds slowly warming
Melted ice hastily streaming and life on Earth begun existing
For eons, there Paradise exist with creatures now most were extinct
Then man was made to inherit the place, perfect without sin
The God of Mercy was filled with empathy, for what He'd seen
And so decides to make a woman to give the man a blessing
 
“Go on and multiply, this world is yours except for the tree at the middle”
He leaves them to be with the forbidden tree, rich in fruits, red and shiny
But Desire snaked his way thru her heart, by Will she sinned against God
Banished they were and cursed to suffer, afflicted by the thirst of rapacity.
Luxuria, Gula, Avaritia, Icedia, Ira, Invidia, and Supervia had orgy with humanity
And by their descendant's blood upon the ground, so was written history
The land was torn with endless war and beset with plague, famine, and calamity
Hope seemed lost indeed, but salvation came with the Son of the Almighty
 
With Him, He brought, the seven virtuous angels for man's guidance —
Castitas, Temperantia, Caritas, Industria, Patientia, Humanitas, Humilitas,
Were unleashed to redeem willing souls of their mortal inheritance
To fight the devil's advocate residing in the darkest corner of their hearts
But Greed knows no bound and destroys everything in their grasp
Still coveting more, wanting to possess even those not their own
And when there's nothing left for them to divide and conquer
They dreamed of owning even the sky to be God themselves
 
Them we called Kings erected castles to make heaven on Earth
Created an army, with swords laced with God, Gold, and Glory
For honor, for loyalty to the nation and religion, so much was sacrificed
Freedom was painted inside the pot at the end of the rainbow dusted with blood
The fight rage on as the collector persist, now dressed as terrorist
To be paid in full of what's due to them, a millennia's worth of debt
We call ourselves the victims of their malice, but are we really innocent?
When as a man, we continue to sin against our neighbors, against nature?
 
Preachers talks of redemption, articulately quoting verses from the Bible
The paranoids, warn the populace of government conspiracy and Alien invasions
The insane rants prayers for they say that the end is near according to Revelation
While the lot of us wished for miracle and luck to at least put food on the table
We all wanted salvation, for happiness and to live life in comfort
Each of us, dreams of finding that Paradise, to mortal sin we'd lost
We keep on searching everywhere, anywhere our feet could walk
Most failed to find, a few did, but we never believed...
 
That the Paradise we've lost was never really lost
Carefully look at your reflection and there you'll see
Staring back is the doe-eyed Antler patiently waiting
For us to find and released him from the snake trap
To deliver the message from God that he kept alive:
“Denounce the seven Cardinals and make room
For the Virtuous Angels to give you guidance
Have Faith, Hope, and Love... the keys to heavens above.”
 
AMEN...  
   
Authors' Note  
   
Antlers represents the Tree of Life, The Messenger of God and the Keeper of Knowledge, They are the symbol of Life, Rebirth, Fertility, Verility, Courage and Endurance.  
   
Men sinned when they consumed fruits from the forbidden tree..  
Little did they know, that when God banished them from Paradise, they carry within them the seed and there inside of them it grew, unknown to them, building paradise inside their soul waiting for them to get home.  
     

   
today is day six    
& I feel a great amount of shame    
I didn't make it today without using    
     
i'm down from a line every other day    
to a line once a week    
still I have to quit completely    
I am lying to my family    
breaking their trust    
& it's causing me a lot of pain    
     
I struggled through day three & four    
my emotions were all over the place    
angry, sad & depressed    
on day four my pride was broken    
as I chased it & was denied    
     
days of lethargy    
slept a lot on day three    
all the suffering for nothing    
now it begins again    
     
just because I couldn't shake a nightmare    
a demon drug dream    
you know the kind      
where you're doing it & can't get high    
     
I woke up chasing it this morning    
I told myself shake it off    
but I couldn't I had paid for it the day before    
told the person when it was brought    
never mind I don't want it    
then those damn demons got to me    
said you're getting burned    
     
after doing it    
with the sting of failure    
I really know what it's like to get burned    
I did it to myself    
     
     
     
 

Lone
Ol dirt road
Walkin on away
On a lone
Ol dirt road
Walkin on away
They say I don't belong
Well I better go away

Lightnin and thunder
Crash
Above my head
I feel like sleepin
In cold grave
Than walkin this gravel road
My feet done bled

Somethin
Is in behind me
Telling me I can't stay
I can't die
Won't let me
Guess I gotta walk away

No mo workin
No mo churchin
No mo sweet tea
Gone have to do without me

I'm alone
Lone ol dirt road
Walkin on away
Say I'm never gone belong
Well I better go away

I hear em comin
I hear em comin
For me
Faster I start walkin alone
Gotta leave my home
I can't stay
I better go away

This is the story of a beautiful witch
Searching for love, her passion so rich

In a place of magic across a velvet sky
Lived a young lady with dark smoky eyes
She looked in a mirror, skin color of milk
& before her face fell black hair of silk.
She wished for a man whom she felt the need
Should love her back & fulfill her every need
So she held her rituals every night
Crafting her potions to make it just right.

She saw him coming on a sleepy afternoon
When he arrived long after soon
She knew it was him she'd been waiting for
He walked up to her but didn't know what for
Her eyes turned to crystal & led him into trance
Staring deeply & hypnotized him with a haunting glance.
She gave him her potion called Spanish Fly
In hopes that her love would get a reply.
She had placed him under her deep love spell
Forever & ever & all is well.