Granules of Truth #poetry #photography

marriage

pen scratches agaisnt grit

drop of blood caresses

sand paper roughness

of your words

turning like a corkscrew

 my mind in confusion

used to talk straight lines

 your eyes would sparkle

my hands are empty

the missing link on your wrist

blood coagulates

my pen seeks softer media

 

 

 

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Ensnared #devotion #poetry

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You can’t escape

once you’ve been ensnared

now you are replicating the weaver

your words drip with lies

you sneer at your disguise

slicing the truth into ribbon

circling your prey fixing your eyes

hoping to snatch another innocent of your ways

you care little for the heart that beats

as long as you have your say

little do you see the clay like mire

that is opening to swallow you

caught in you own deceit

you who have wandered astray

you will fall to the pit

of your own evil plans

fool, your world is dull

it leads to death

The image drawn in the Bible of the deceiver is one who schemes to trip and mislead the young, innocent and the naive. This web may glisten with a momentary beauty but it lays a trap that few escape. Follow the truth rather than lies and follow the light of day!!!

day light's burning

“He who speaks truth tells what is right, But a false witness, deceit.” ~Proverbs 12:17

 

 “They hatch deadly snakes and weave spiders’ webs. Whoever falls into their webs will die, and there’s danger even in getting near them.” ~Isaiah 59:5
 “For the one who desires life, to love and see good days, must keep his tongue from evil and his lips from speaking deceit.”
~1 Peter 3:10

“They profess to know God, but by their deeds they deny Him, being detestable and disobedient and worthless for any good deed.” ~Titus 1:16

Bible verses from Verse Concepts

 

 

The photograph is an Creative Commons attributed work (that allows sharing) by  John Kay. You can find more of his exceptional photography at Flickr .

Apocalypse Yesterday #news #humor #poetry

before the light went out

“Step Right Up, Sit Right Down

What we offer is for free

you simply give to us your hand

we take your soul and play the lottery”

*

the hawkers were at it again

dawn til dusk it’s always the same

they had to corner a billion or so

before the winter’s came

*

people by the month

in a long and steady line

you can wave at each other

Skype has a cadence to step in time

*

“Don’t take candy from a stranger”

mama’s instruction runs through my head

you may not be taking poison

but I assure you will be  dead

*

I looked in my cereal bowl

only three flakes one table-spoon of milk

my children’s tummies are screaming

they’re aching to be filled

*

“EXTRA, EXTRA  read all about it”

special’s for today

a loaf of rotten bread

new beheadings on display

*

Ebola has been countered

so the newscasters have us misled

politically they tell their lies

soothing our unease and dread

*

The circus will soon be coming

the tents are in our town

you have to be a magician

to keep the bayonets down

*

in the original story

four horsemen had a goal

all corners of the ravaged earth

to recieve disaster’s bowls

*

pestilence, we have so little

famine, it’s just a pinch

earthquakes and fires never

tornadoes theyr’e a cinch

*

Truthfully  what is there to fear

there’s forewarning on the news

and think of all the movies

they’ve stocked with ample clues

*

I really am not worried

were making out just fine

two boxes left of wheat chex

for milk we stand in line

*

the lines are getting longer

but not as long as some

I’ve heard in parts of Russia

they stand for weeks to come

when all of this is over

I’ll thankfully raise hat to hand

and pack the kids and what not

we’ll off to Disneyland

***

got milk

This is meant to be dark humor, but if you don’t notice a shred of truth just look at the news, go to the grocery store where cereal boxes have shrunk in size (twice is less than 2 months). Ebola and beheadings are serious issues that “they” are having a hard time finding a big enough carpet to sweep this stuff under.

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Jade Green #atozchallenge #napowrimo

cat eyes

Jade Green

were her eyes

like a feline’s lies

Fire Red

flames she licked

that poured from her lips

Tawny Brown

was her skin

beckoned with drops of sin

Coal Black

was her heart

mine pierced like a dart

Dandelion Yellow

was my skin

poison crept deep within

Verdant Green

was the spot

upon my name the plot

Jade Green

were her eyes

now she wears widow’s disguise

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Nautilus

Thanks to for the photograph at shadowstarden  that I altered (a bit) the green eyes were amazing

What Lies in the Mirror? #magpietales #poetry

I looked upon the reflective source of yesterday

 daring not enter my gaze too deep

for the closer I wandered in my mind

the more one I would become with said image

a mere reflection “no”

for there I see you

you the one who feigned connection

believing you as a part of me

told me things I longed to hear

whispers long in the night

 into my lonely ear

caused longing for something that was never

and like a fool I harkened to a voice

fractual promises never granted

realizing my blunder

I inserted into the mirror

my empty heart

whether from love or naught

left said reflection in your hands

do not believe the smile is for you

This piece of prose is a late offering to the respected hostess of Magpie Tales – Tess Kincaid where weekly she gives writers a prompt challenge.

He Loves Me He Loves Me NOT #valentines day

 

Like a girl I pull a petal

eagerly waiting the answer

“He loves me

He loves me not

He…”

I pulled the petals

from the flower of love

What did they say?

He loves me…

My eyes through their window you could see

Lips that sang under yours

Calderon of desire

He loves me not…

A trick of the petals I see

but they will not get the better of me

He…

Who was given the petal?

I would like to know!

It cannot last

Why does one petal make the difference?

Passion in the night

Empty embrace is in the dawn – indifference

He loves me…

He

loves

me

NOT

Fair thee well petal

I shall find new discovery in

the fragrant petal of

He

Loves

Me

Photo “He loves me not” L. Moon copyright 2011