Submissions by Lamjhnsn1 (FREe African King)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I've written for many years now. On and off. To the level of one who does write on and off. I always come back to this wonderful art form. Here, to grow, share and enjoy the artistry of others.
the rabBIT hole
Down into the hollow....
Where no one else will follow.
Where no one else will know.
Somewhere deeper than below.
That's where you'll find me.... grasping!
Within me, my Spiritual self, gasping....
For the real me, & for air....
But time, & again there is nobody, & there is nothing there.
That's when I start to free fall.
That's when I can hear my God, beginning to call.
But I've abandoned "nearly" all control....
Traveling once more, down that same old rabBIT hole.
Down into the...
Where no one else will follow.
Where no one else will know.
Somewhere deeper than below.
That's where you'll find me.... grasping!
Within me, my Spiritual self, gasping....
For the real me, & for air....
But time, & again there is nobody, & there is nothing there.
That's when I start to free fall.
That's when I can hear my God, beginning to call.
But I've abandoned "nearly" all control....
Traveling once more, down that same old rabBIT hole.
Down into the...
#dark
#death
#evil
#suffering
#temptation
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Indulge
He indulges,
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
Until his belly, metaphorically bulges.
Jesus saves,
But still he craves....
His addiction,
Is the female depiction.
Her friction,
Is both his pleasure, & his affliction....
He tries, but his acts, they live in stark contradiction.
Praying victory, but it reads just like fiction.
Pondering the crucifixion....
Until he feels a Spiritual conviction.
But still, he remains a slave....to this damning infliction.
#frustration
#God
#prayer #shame
#prayer #shame
80 reads
2 Comments
Here Comes (The Night)
Here comes the night, with it's deep black.
Deeper than the moons far side.
Here it comes, with both daylight, & prospect at it's back.
Where, for a time, surely doubt, will preside.
Here comes the night, with it's variances, in the dark....
Here it comes, dead colors, jumping in the hushed....
The tipping, where evils embark.
Where a glimmer lifted up, is crushed.
Here comes the night, with it's dooming question.
Here it comes, at will, just at the speed of light.
Sealed at both reaches, with a kind of cognitive congestion. ...
Deeper than the moons far side.
Here it comes, with both daylight, & prospect at it's back.
Where, for a time, surely doubt, will preside.
Here comes the night, with it's variances, in the dark....
Here it comes, dead colors, jumping in the hushed....
The tipping, where evils embark.
Where a glimmer lifted up, is crushed.
Here comes the night, with it's dooming question.
Here it comes, at will, just at the speed of light.
Sealed at both reaches, with a kind of cognitive congestion. ...
#anxiety
#dark
#fear
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1 Comment
Serenity
It's the calm,
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
#fate
#responsibility
60 reads
1 Comment
Silken Cheeks
Silken cheeks, beneath my fingers....
A mildness, (glimpsing) that softly lingers.
Urban chic.
A natural stream, a rolling creek.
A golden reflection.
A sun bathed complexion.
Lips, that long for the press....
Of hands, like stones....that acquiesce.
Of hands, like rocks, gentle though,
That the breadth of her, might they go.
And persists still, a days full turn,
That might only, the gloom adjourn.
Those Nights taken, with gazing wonder....
Hearts of lust, & clouds with thunder.
...
A mildness, (glimpsing) that softly lingers.
Urban chic.
A natural stream, a rolling creek.
A golden reflection.
A sun bathed complexion.
Lips, that long for the press....
Of hands, like stones....that acquiesce.
Of hands, like rocks, gentle though,
That the breadth of her, might they go.
And persists still, a days full turn,
That might only, the gloom adjourn.
Those Nights taken, with gazing wonder....
Hearts of lust, & clouds with thunder.
...
#admiration
#emotions
#hope #love
#hope #love
67 reads
2 Comments
Before It's Too Late
Before her lungs, utter their last....
Before the end's rugged shadow, too near, is cast.
Before long life's, abated, only too fast.
Before my dearest, love sick quote
Before reality levees it's antidote
Before death's once, & all deciding vote
Before times unwavering slumber
Before the weights of measure, all of me, encumber
Before assured fate rallies my number
Before the blessed ease, awaits
Before the illicit graze of fate
Before certainty is too late
Before the end's rugged shadow, too near, is cast.
Before long life's, abated, only too fast.
Before my dearest, love sick quote
Before reality levees it's antidote
Before death's once, & all deciding vote
Before times unwavering slumber
Before the weights of measure, all of me, encumber
Before assured fate rallies my number
Before the blessed ease, awaits
Before the illicit graze of fate
Before certainty is too late
#death
#LifeCycle
71 reads
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Moonflower
Moonflower, what became of your pride?
Why do I only see you now, after eventide?
You're just as primed, as the Marigold....
With just as many majestic yellows, to behold.
And you're every bit as worthy to be held,
With your dulcet fragrance, as yet marvelled.
Moonflower, robed in exquisite white....
Still, the best of you, lay drenched, in night....
Lies somewhere beneath the pale.
Hidden no more, would the sage moon prevail.
Moonflower, at my feet.
Self respect, in itself, is not conceit.
And to this lie,...
Why do I only see you now, after eventide?
You're just as primed, as the Marigold....
With just as many majestic yellows, to behold.
And you're every bit as worthy to be held,
With your dulcet fragrance, as yet marvelled.
Moonflower, robed in exquisite white....
Still, the best of you, lay drenched, in night....
Lies somewhere beneath the pale.
Hidden no more, would the sage moon prevail.
Moonflower, at my feet.
Self respect, in itself, is not conceit.
And to this lie,...
#admiration
#courage
#inspirational #motivational
#inspirational #motivational
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Sometimes, I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder, if the hands of fate,
Will act again.
And bring us where we began.
If destiny repeals a prior mistake,
And brings us together, in it's wake.
Sometimes I wonder, if it's true,
All these feelings, I feel for you.
Are you a flame, from the past,
Meant to burn, but not to last.
Sometimes I wonder, if that's so,
Why then have I, not let go.
Relieve you to some others arms,
Away then, from my harm.
Sometimes I wonder, about these things.
And of the troubles that they bring.
And yet to...
Will act again.
And bring us where we began.
If destiny repeals a prior mistake,
And brings us together, in it's wake.
Sometimes I wonder, if it's true,
All these feelings, I feel for you.
Are you a flame, from the past,
Meant to burn, but not to last.
Sometimes I wonder, if that's so,
Why then have I, not let go.
Relieve you to some others arms,
Away then, from my harm.
Sometimes I wonder, about these things.
And of the troubles that they bring.
And yet to...
#confusion
#dark
#emotions #love
#emotions #love
93 reads
4 Comments
Yesterday's Warmth
You're an idea whose time hasn't come.
Still from it, I've no place to run.
Shiny sparkles, that shine from here,
In reality, they are my tears.
You're an idea, whose time has come and gone.
Now I'm forever sad, & lonesome.
Yesterday's warmth, it went away.
When we parted ways, it simply would not stay.
Still from it, I've no place to run.
Shiny sparkles, that shine from here,
In reality, they are my tears.
You're an idea, whose time has come and gone.
Now I'm forever sad, & lonesome.
Yesterday's warmth, it went away.
When we parted ways, it simply would not stay.
#disappointment
#loneliness
#sadness
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Perpetual Heartbreak
A heart, that breaks, perpetually.
Always engaged in a solitary trust fall.
Hope begins to feel like jagged pavement, across the back.
The whole body, could just as well sever....
With fragments scattered, along this merry path.
Always engaged in a solitary trust fall.
Hope begins to feel like jagged pavement, across the back.
The whole body, could just as well sever....
With fragments scattered, along this merry path.
#dark
#despair
#frustration
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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You Arrest Me (Poetess)
Cradled within your verse;
With every line you breathe, the deeper, I submerse.
That I be a subject of your rhyme,
Makes me a king, in our time.
You arrest me, poetess.
You write me, with emboldened letter,
No one could love this pauper any better.
That you draw me with such esteem;
Even that our affair, be a theme
You arrest me, poetess.
Your lyrical note, though not deserved,
Will in all the years rest, through time, preserved
That I be in your thought, is tribute in itself.
You who owns the heights, lift me...
With every line you breathe, the deeper, I submerse.
That I be a subject of your rhyme,
Makes me a king, in our time.
You arrest me, poetess.
You write me, with emboldened letter,
No one could love this pauper any better.
That you draw me with such esteem;
Even that our affair, be a theme
You arrest me, poetess.
Your lyrical note, though not deserved,
Will in all the years rest, through time, preserved
That I be in your thought, is tribute in itself.
You who owns the heights, lift me...
#admiration
119 reads
5 Comments
It Must Be
How do my hours go, within a flash?
How are victories before you, merely a dash?
It must be your voice, that carries me away, on your dream....
Your blinding smile, that doubles as my sun beam.....
How does a second suffocate me, in finding you're not there?
How is it, that you're a minute, a moment & my air?
It must be that my lungs, are in your devine clutches....
That my very existence, relies alone, on your indelible touches.
How are victories before you, merely a dash?
It must be your voice, that carries me away, on your dream....
Your blinding smile, that doubles as my sun beam.....
How does a second suffocate me, in finding you're not there?
How is it, that you're a minute, a moment & my air?
It must be that my lungs, are in your devine clutches....
That my very existence, relies alone, on your indelible touches.
#love
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