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Ruth Bernhard  1962

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you put me in this box

hoping what?

that you could keep me to yourself?

that you could subdue me into loving you?

that i would suffocate and die?

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don’t you realize you can’t hold me this tight?

my resolve will only deepen

i will pull further away

…..pull harder

pull longer

until

you have to release me

one way or another

for i am stronger than you think

there is nothing you can force me to do

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you do not have the power

to berate me

to degrade me

to enslave me

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you cannot take my heart

for i am not willing to give it

you cannot damage my soul

for i will not let you touch it

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it is your soul

in this box made of  your evil thoughts

fouled beyond salvation

thinking you are in control

thinking my life is in your hands

you can kill nothing

but this body

this

body

which

has

no

true

meaning

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you will only destroy yourself

for my memory will forever be in your mind

haunting each and every little thought

filling them with curses

which are only the truth

about you…..

hell will seem like paradise

by the time i’ve finished with you

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“Heart Shaped Box”  Nirvana 

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originally posted  9 August 2011

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photograph by  Ruth Bernhard
{ fair use }

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∙•δ ˚ζ˚ δ•∙ passion

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 it’s still a surprise…

the passion you elicit

overpowers me

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Maurice Ravel Bolero  Valery Gergiev, London Symphony Orchestra

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originally posted  24 February 2010

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artwork ~   “Intimacy Couple in Interior”   Felix Vallotton
{ public domain }

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this is my submission to ~

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Open Link Night — January   at   dVerse ~ Poets Pub

thank you,  Claudia!

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·Ꮫ· say you will ·Ꮫ·

 

come

slake your thirst

drink my ambrosia

come

feed your hunger

partake of me

all i ask in return

is to do the same to you

my thirst is

unquenchable

my hunger

knows no bounds

come

just let go

lose all control

let your desires reign

fires of passion

unlike any you have known

pleasure on the verge of pain

will lead you

to ecstasy beyond imagination

come to me

and  you will never need

come to me

and  you will never leave

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“Say You Will”    Kanye West

my poem is inspired by the song,    “Say You Will”  by Kanye West.  particularly these lines ~

“When I grab your neck
 I touch your soul.
 Take off  your cool
 Then lose control.”

artwork  ~  “The Star”   via   freeparking on Flickr
{ some rights reserved }
if  anyone knows who the original artist is,  please leave a comment.  thank you.

originally posted  23 June 2011

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·ɕ·ƍ· he weeps ·ƍ·ɕ·

Photograph “Time Out” by Ella Wilson
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he weeps
standing next to the bench
where once she sat
and gazed lovingly at him

when they were young

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he weeps
in front of  every passerby
‘tho it’s a sunny day
memories of  her
consuming him

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he weeps
there’s nothing more
that he can do
no words
that he can say

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he weeps
for her loss
for the love
that could not be
today or any day

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he weeps
silently and tearless
though he is old now
wishing for her return
a dream that cannot be

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he weeps
as he stands alone
through every day
through every night
a weeping willow tree

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“As time goes by”   by Dooley Wilson from the movie “Casablanca”

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originally posted  2 December 2010

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photograph provided by the following prompt  2 June 2011 ~

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The Thursday Think Tank #51  ·  at  ·  Poets United
prompt:   photograph above by ·  Ella Wilson


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·Ꮌ· Ꮦ ·Ꮌ· guardian angel {sorta}

“Un Ange” {An Angel} Marianne Stokes

once i was an angel

whose wings were so white

every color could be seen within;

my hair and halo shone gold at night

with lips of  pink and eyes of  blue

i truly was a heavenly sight.

{ ahem…  well,  that’s what i was told. }

one day God spoke to me “I AM SENDING YOU TO EARTH TO BE GUARDIAN ANGEL FOR HUMANITY.  YOU ARE NOT TO INTERFERE!  MERELY SEND ME QUARTER-CENTURY REPORTS.”

“but Lord” said i  “do you really think i’m the right angel for this assignment?  after all,  i have no experience with humans.”  { Peter and i had a thing goin’  on,  you know? }

“TAKE THIS ROSE ~ SO LONG AS IT REMAINS PURE WHITE ALL IS GOING ACCORDING TO MY PLANS.  IF IT TURNS DARK,  I WILL HAVE TO VISIT ANOTHER FLOOD UPON THE EARTH.”

i didn’t even have time to give Peter a proper goodbye.

God sent me down to Earth to keep tabs on

…i mean,  watch over…

the Earth and humans and all ~

time passed quickly for i had much to discover.

one day Peter came to visit but i would have none of  it

feeling he could have come earlier if  he really cared a whit.

“Rose”  said he
looking aghast at me

“it can’t be true…
is that really you?”

“whatever do you mean?”  i queried innocently.

“where once your wings were white
they’re now as dark as night;

“what’s happened to your golden hair?
 i’d suggest a bottle of  Loreal hair dye if  i dare…    ( after all,  you’re worth it! )

“judging by the color of  your halo,  you’ve fallen short.”
{ it was here i couldn’t help but snort! }

“my God,  your reputation will be completely shred
if  you return to Heaven with lips that red!

“pray tell what happened,  my still lovely Rose,
please say that this is not what you chose!”

“it’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind

you said i’m lovely so i know you’re not blind ~

aren’t you attracted to my new earthly charms?

don’t you want to take me into your arms?”

shaking his head,  Peter plucked the now-gray rose from my fingers
“when Father hears about this,  you’ll find no refuge!
not on Earth or in Heaven or even in Hell.”

walking away,  i whispered  “après moi le déluge.”

{ after me,  the deluge. }

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there are some absolutely fabulous photographs of  George Harrison in this video as a teenager through The Beatles and beyond  { i love the one where his long hair is in curls at about 2:10 }

“My Sweet Lord”   George Harrison

artwork ~  “An Angel”   Marianne Stokes
{  public domain }  ( click on the image to go to site )

originally posted  30 August 2011

i must share credit {or blame} with two other poets  {they may very well wish i wouldn’t} ~  Coal Black‘s  poem  “the funky angel”   changed the direction i was taking by 180 degrees;  and i must give credit for the exit line  “après moi le déluge”  to Ainsley Allmark  ~ thank you for finding what i could not.

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