by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
lost love,
You said you loved me
showed me affection and passion,
but here I am yearning for a relationship,
yet you struggle in an attempt
to taste the flame of my inner soul,
whilst I cherish all that, that is sacred.
Your insensitive scorn is an abomination
when you took my innocence
like that of a tender bloom and fed me
a hurricane of hate
those that bamboozle one’s head,
stabs at a lonely heart.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
by Sheri Fresonke Harper |
Categories:
food, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up, life,
At the tender stage of relationships,
the hand offered, lips not kissed, the bloom
of inner soul tautly wrapped
just one more red rose bud to flame open,
women who are yearning for affection
see the bamboozle offered by the slick
as just one more abomination
to learn about love.
They show their distrust with scorn.
They attempt to cast their gaze away
but if touched lightly, as if dusted
with a light snow, they cease to struggle
as if they felt just, too, too cold.
They turn up lips, curious to see the taste
of someone kind, someone soft.
If cherished like every velvet petal of rose,
inhaled, enclosed, caressed, enraptured,
the relationship is no longer in doubt.
by Linda-Marie Sweetheart |
Categories:
love, love,
"Cruel Charade of Love"
as sweet tender passion of inner soul affection
resurrects rare bloom of relationship to flame
the bitter taste of scorn stung deep beyond cold rejection
attempt to quench a yearning struggle embraced love's foolish game.
to cherish an abomination destroys root core emotion
for love was meant to infiltrate pure hearts
a flagrant masquerade evaporates in waves of ocean
inflicting scars and wounds from treachery false love imparts.
karma kicks the jester who trifles carelessly
pursuing to bamboozle throughout life vicariously.
*For Delilah's Dictionary Fun #1 Contest.
by John Trusty |
Categories:
on writing and words,
Throughout most of my life I have made an ATTEMP to overcome each and every STRUGGLE and ABOMINATION with which I have been faced. Doing this makes me CHERISH the FLAME of love and desire to do better which burns brightly in my INNER SOUL. With a YEARNING to be TENDER I try to deflect all SCORN, but the AFFECTION of a toxic RELATIONSHIP will often mask one’s PASSION. Just like the beautiful BLOOM of a poppy might BAMBOOZLE and mislead, where it could easily make one oblivious to the cancerous TASTE inside called cocaine.
This was pure conjecture for the contest, it does not apply to me. JT
by Sumit Majumdar |
Categories:
confusion, hope, romance,
Rehearsing my lines with passion
And yearning for her affection
A redhead flame, I was keen to meet
Desiring a meaningful relationship
My inner soul would cherish the touch of her tender lips
And the taste of salt from a shared packet of chips
But each attempt to connect was a struggle
Like that of a soldier fighting another’s battle
The fear of scorn is courtship’s doom
But soldiering on might see love bloom
Despite the abomination of rejection, I was undeterred
Cupid’s bamboozle, I’d outwit and find my love
by Ame Val |
Categories:
emotions, gender, international, pain, sad, social, voice,
Am I legal?
The law announced yesterday,
That being me is illegal.
For every passing day,
The malady becomes more lethal.
I didn’t want this, If I got to pick,
I try every remedy, every trick,
But each coming morning I am more virulent, more sick.
They call me an atheist,
An abomination to any deity.
But I believe in god,
The immortal, the almighty.
But I am yet to find a religion in this world, that accepts my being.
That gives me love, for which I’ve been praying.
I have concealed myself so long, I could use some fraying.
And for the lack of courage or shame,
I choose to remain censored.
Till someone could comprehend,
Am I legal?; a question unanswered.
by Hazel Connelly |
Categories:
lost love,
A n attempt to bamboozle him.
D irecting the abomination
I nto my inner soul.
S corn, in the flame of passion,
A ffection going nowhere.
G iving way to struggle, looking for a
R eason to cherish
E very yearning.
E nding this bitter taste,
M aking this relationship
E stranged.
N ever will it bloom
T o a tender love.
© Hazel
For Delilah Ventura's Dictionary Fun Comp.
19/11/12
by Funom Makama |
Categories:
adventure, beauty, blessing, child, cute love, dad, father,
Smiling at fatherhood’s expected visitation
and responsibility’s challenging salutation
it came as a freebie
great joy to a newbie
turning back now, an absolute abomination.
by Adam Adhistian |
Categories:
angel, faith, god, love,
What a grave sin, what abomination—a lover
Loving a man of his choice, astray, following heart’s desire.
Pray tell, whom have I wronged and what prayer
Is there to purge this unholy burning fire?
The Most Merciful and Forgiving
Truly You are. But for all I know, no devil
Writes such sweet songs, so divine and of love, to sing
And no virtuous prophet, untouched by Gabriel,
Could fully decipher what Your will is.
So let me believe this love is pure
To the day when Israfel fulfils his
Heavenly duty. And all will see for sure:
Us, entering Your radiant celestial garden;
For even Azrael understands love is God-given.
by Anoucheka Gangabissoon |
Categories:
funny, hate, life, love,
She exists for a man only
He achieved what a man can
That of trying a trick abstractly
She easily got henned in hand!
Decisions are tough, exclaimed she aloud
Life in love is not easy
He, a rose in hand, proud
Rose up to a plane above
She, a tender one with exalt
Thought of love as sincere admiration
Found out the abrupt truth, abomination!
Her only precious asset his inspiration
Her own body, as sexy asphalt!
by Ndaba Sibanda |
Categories:
friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up, love, passion, people,
Bloom
Bamboozle
Taste
Cherish
Yearning Passion
Inner Soul
Affection
Flame
Scorn
Abomination
by Brittany Reynolds |
Categories:
on work and working, on writing and words, sad,
He strove to be an abomination,
the bold Scorn of Affection and Passion.
Yearning to be free of humanity’s
struggle to empathize, and to appease
those who hold onto ties with a tight grip,
attempt to cherish their relationship
with God, or another. He froze his heart
so icy cold, no flame could hope to start.
Never to taste the tender inner soul
of love that doggedly passed self-control
desperately clutched by a lonely man
puzzling only on logic’s bloom which can
bamboozle the most quick witted of mind,
yet leave aching hunger of the worst kind.
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
baptism, love,
Imagine: hearing the scraping as nails harsh against, their walls
Creche preludes sensing this foreboding; crawling, past these veins ?
Sanctum sanctorum and macabre's, man-of-war his abomination peering
Stepping-stone hallucinations; intuitive marked it's beast ? Ancient's, six'pence....
Monere, a child's eyes prophetic tides omega: hideous, standing where they ought not.
by Ira Dawson |
Categories:
angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, love,
His yearning passion filled the backseat.
The flame flickered wildly,
They both felt the heat
When the tender bloom peaked
It’s head through the soil at the base of their feet.
The tender affection had grown to obsession,
Their relationship simply perfection.
They cherish the moments they created together
And ignore the scorn they felt grow for each other.
His inner soul urged.
“Bamboozle all oppositions”
He knew better than to attempt to listen to intuition.
The struggle in his inner soul— his lack of compassion—
Washed away the foundation of their makeshift relationship.
A handful of abomination seeped out his fingers.
The ghost of who they were would indefinitely linger.
by Jessica Kuilan |
Categories:
love, passion, sad,
Taste the tender struggle
in the inner soul
of this abomination
who’s yearning for passion…
and affection
from a flame
that doesn’t scorn
a bamboozle soul like me…
but from a flame
that is willing to bloom…
and attempt to cherish
a relationship
expecting nothing in return
but me.
by Modupe Sefunmi |
Categories:
love, passion,
Never scorn my pure passion,
for it has no seed of abomination
and I have not made any attempt
to have a taste from another honey well
nor do I bamboozle you with my glittering sheepish look.
You alone has has been the centre
of this wild fire that burns within.
Now that our love is in bloom
my inner soul feels the thrill
of your tender affection which I cherish,
Oh my love, I yearn for a magical touch from you
by Jacob Osae |
Categories:
depression,
I was eagerly searching for an affection that i could cherish
Make all the days of my life full of passion
The flame and taste of this nature
Could not stop me from yearning from your inner soul
But unfortunately i was tender and could not taste well your love
As i struggled to attempt i really felt bamboozled
The bloom of my action seemed an abomination
So i ended up dejected hopeless and felt scorned.
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
abuse, allusion, analogy, love,
""""*,, ,,*""""
!!
Melting hearts amid your flames
Salem white wigs black cloaks their
Pain these cannibals indigenous child
Catching sight mother as father's blood
A cruel sudden spilling cries echoing about
Her startled forest tears of ancient and creation....
One thousand years is but a day: this journey's doorways
Ushering in his manifestation's final play their destiny ill omens
Living breathing documents slay the abomination she screams hysteria
Sacrificial time lifting it's dagger her infants eyes; sadism's, satanic tithes bedevilled.
by Modupe Sefunmi |
Categories:
love, passion,
Never scorn my pure passion,
for it has no seed of abomination
and I have not made any attempt
to have a taste from another honey well
nor do I bamboozle you with my glittering sheepish look.
You alone has has been the centre
of this wild fire that burns within.
Now that our love is in bloom
my inner soul feels the thrill
of your tender affection which I cherish,
Oh my love, I yearn for a magical touch from you
by Christopher Iberi |
Categories:
love, me,
If loving you is an abomination,
To the wind I shall throw caution.
This feeling transcends affection,
Because I am swallowed by passion.
For you my inner Soul keeps yearning.
The flame of this relationship keeps burning.
In scorn, my cherished friends are laughing.
To them I have tasted lunacy or I have been drinking.
They say my tender love got me bamboozled.
Day and Night they have struggled
To have me from this bloom disentangled.
Their futile attempt would have them ridiculed.
by Casey L. Owens |
Categories:
devotion, faith, happiness, hope, inspirational
I WAS BORN A FREE WOMAN
FREE TO SIN
FREE TO CURSE
FREE TO BE MY OWN WOMAN
FREE TO LIVE, LOVE, AND LEARN
I WAS BORN FREE
FREE TO CHOOSE MY OWN LIFESTYLE
FREE IN THE CHOICES I MADE
FREE TO DECIDE RIGHT OR WRONG
FREE TO BE ME
WHO AM I?
WHAT HAS FREEDOM IN THIS WORLD MADE ME?
AM I A LESBIAN?
AM I A ADULTERER?
AM I A DRUG DEALER?
AM I BI SEXUAL? AM I A MUDERER?
AM I A LIAR? A THIEF? A FORNICATOR?
AM I A ABOMINATION TO THE LORD?
AM I REALLY FREE?
FREEDOM IS BEING BORN AGAIN IN CHRIST
BUT AM I THEN REALLY FREE?
I RATHER BE A SLAVE TO CHRIST IN RIGHTEOUSNESS
THAN TO BE BORN A FREE WOMAN
I RATHER DIE GAINING ETERNAL LIFE IN HEAVEN
THAN TO DIE A FREE WOMAN IN SIN
by Joseph May |
Categories:
lost love,
Just when the flame of her tender passion
began to bloom into a relationship
that she could finally cherish,
Her affection turned to abomination and scorn
When his attempt to bamboozle her backfired
His struggle to win her back was in vain
Though he had a yearning for her
deep in his inner soul
But the bitter taste of betrayal
Killed all chances of reconciliation
by Mike Dailey |
Categories:
on writing and words, passion,
ABOMINATION
My PASSION is a STURGGLE
An AFFECTION for just a snuggle
A feeble ATTEMPT
For a RELATIONSHIP EXEMPT
From public SCORN
Since the day I was born
I so long to CHERISH
A YEARNING that won’t perish
To TASTE upon my INNER SOUL
To TENDER the FLAME of self control
A love to BLOOM before I slip
BAMBOOZLED by your swaying hip
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
lost love,
Though you scorn my love
and look upon me
as a loathed abomination,
I can’t quell my passion for you
nor turn off my admiration.
Though it pains me deeply
and I’m hurt by your rejection
I struggle to conceal my yearning
and to stifle my affection.
I cherish our relationship
knowing I must dim the flame,
as I attempt to taste your tender lips
and you call another’s name.
I’m not trying to bamboozle,
nor to trick you nor cajole.
The bloom of our romance is gone
and I've lost my inner soul.
by Justplainmerrie Noway |
Categories:
angst, family, life, lost love, social, longing, me,
The desire that keeps my soul aligned
has been tightly wound for far too long.
The hunger that I feel inside,
is overpowering me to grow strong.
I've been forbidden and ostracized....
shackled, bound and broken.
Left renounced and forgotten,
with so many words still unspoken.
I yearn for her tender touch,
of butterfly kisses, tickles and caress.
To be wanted, needed, and craved
for all these needs I must suppress.
Go ahead, avoid my eyes as I pass,
if you don't see me then I don't exist.
If I'm just an invisible abomination,
then why does my longing persist?