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Cradle the Lion's Grave

The meandering Lion, impaired by a trance
Of feral instinct and hedonistic impetus
Torn to avert or succumb his fated tragedy
But only festoons the lion's unwritten fable
Ensconced by the eaves of pure enigma
Slithering the ornate tangling forlorn forest
Whilst the Moon stroke the fiery wisps
Of his cynical golden tresses and bastion
Grazing on his poignancy to submission
And scintillating a cordial theme park
Clandestine with a selfish feisty carnival
From the Lion's lacerations that stalls
Upon the labyrinthine forest's walls.

poem by Norman Santos
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What Are All These

what are all these pink things
they run around like little pests
hiding even if they’re always seen
look me in the eyes, don’t dare blink;
let me catch a bit of your smokes
as they succumb to their own element
of loss, love and a leech’s limerick,
I get high with your sweet denial
I was telephoned one time by control
ashamed were you to our crib
but you aren’t alone in this shedding,
you promised me several nights
even if I knew you already sold them
wrap yourself around me, you filth
I’m infinitely devoid of righteous roses

poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
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SONNET: Oft In Sin

However well, I make up my mind, still
I succumb to the devil's temptations;
Repeatedly sinning, my soul is ill;
The grace of God is dwindling to rations!

How weak I'm as a human being then!
I give in to my body's desires;
And when I commit sin very often,
My body, heart and soul, devil hires!

Remorse makes me to feel for all my guilts;
Repentance follows it sometimes quite fast;
I feel I'm walking in danger with stilts;
And feel so sorry for my sinful past!

This cycle gets repeated yet, again!
I wander off my ear-marked road and lane!

poem by John Celes
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Mild Discontent

The pacified traffic passes me by—
As if the streets had been lubricated.
The skyline tarpaulin above drips-dry—
Heavy from the noirish pools it had sated.
Disinfected garbage lines the crosswalk—
A hygienic filth litters the pavement.
The air fills with a murmur of smalltalk—
The grievances of subtle enslavement.
I'm between a sewer and a heaven—
Beside the towers of facsimile.
And I'm where the wires have interwoven—
My limbs are pleached involuntarily.
Yet, the further trussed my life becomes—
The more I resist the urge to succumb.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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That One Time, When I Saw Her Eyes

I caught a glimpse once,
A long silent stare
Amidst the sickly sunshine blare
Of the green marble starlight show.

The stone lifted and all was gone
Amidst that sultry stare,
Body and soul submerged
Into the midnight pupil
Centered in that
Green marble starlight
Caught within said awkward stare.

Yes, that shell, that silly schoolyard show
So succumb to the
Might of that mystic
Green marble starlight
Glow

And all was right, yes all was right,

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poem by Sam Aleks
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Strum, Strum Gently and My Heartstrings Sing

Strum, strum gently and my heartstrings sing
A song that comes from deep within
Words that coin their own phrases
And that is how I begin

A terrible ballad of love
I can speak of emotional hiatus
Begin at the beginning and then
Let this song sing about us

Strum gently and let the world fade away
The time I have with you will soon end;
There is a meaning to this interlude,
I have a liftime this heart to mend.

Strum, strum gently, do not pause when
The words do not come;
Thus my heart will continue to beat
And I to this love will succumb.

poem by Rani Turton
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I Want Love

I want love,
Until all of it...
Sits here within.
I want to have that feeling...
Inside of me,
To stay once it visits.
Exciting a bliss that does not end.

Inviting it,
With a welcome.
Without doubt...
Or question why it comes.
I want love,
Until all of it...
Captures me,
And I succumb!

I want to love,
Until all of it...
Lifts and inspires.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Because You Love Him

he betrays you
in ways that you cannot notice
in modes that you
cannot discover
in a manner that what you do not know
cannot hurt you

on so many pretenses
and he knows it
and he wants to change and
stop those
betrayals
but he is as weak as the
first Adam to
Eve
and to the Snake and
to the Apple he
shall always succumb

it is hard to wake up a man

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Diagnosis

There's not a prince for everyone,
So trust is given out to none,
Though the poisoned fruit might not come,
To fears it's easy to succumb,
Whilst within a crafted cocoon,
In time there'll sound a sullen tune,
As envy brings about a gloom,
Which brazenly aims to consume,
It seems there's nothing to be done,
And there is nowhere to hide or run,
There's nowhere that feels like home,
In worlds in which minds shouldn't roam,
Once tired of being kept down,
Seek that in which sorrows can drown,
The escape is at first welcome,
But with time there will come wisdom.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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Schoolgirls Hastening

Fear it has faded and the night:
The bells all peal the hour of nine:
The schoolgirls hastening through the light
Touch the unknowable Divine.

What leavening in my heart would bide!
Full dreams a thousand deep are there:
All luminants succumb beside
The unbound melody of hair.

Joy the long timorous takes the flute:
Valiant with colour songs are born:
Love the impatient absolute
Lives as a Saviour in the morn

Get thou behind me Shadow-Death!
Oh ye Eternities delay!
Morning is with me and the breath
Of schoolgirls hastening down the way.

poem by John Shaw Neilson
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