For The Forsaken II

• For The Forsaken (Stanza 1)


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So unheeded and repulsive do I feel,

 like a little dog forsaken,

Labelled as of Shem’s descent, I stand scant chances of progression,

Blessed with this bitter soil on which my labours are futile,

Like an attempt to catch the wind, crying out to the Man is useless.

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This’ the second stanza of ‘For The Forsaken’, I’m still reserving the full poem.

That’s It, Really.

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Behind The Closed Doors: Moan 🔞

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sliding his

artistic fingers

down her back whilst

kissing her from her neck down

her cleavage was the only thaumaturgy

he needed to get her enchanting

lips to emit a moan

once, then anew.

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Behind The Closed Doors: Heartbeat

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their fiery eyes met

as their heated breaths

scared the goosebumps away,

and in that moment, they listened

to their hearts, beating in synchrony

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Third instalment in Behind The Closed Doors.

That’s it, Really.

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Behind The Closed Doors: Touch

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Here’s the genesis of Behind The Closed Doors, another poetry series. This will be simple short 4 line poetry.

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with but not much

than just a single touch

he sublimely made her feel

a thousand unfathomable thrills

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That’s it, Really.

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Thursday on Victor Writes Everything, Why Be In Love?’


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Red Heart Diaries: The Lover’s Song

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Love you passionately I will,

As a house lizard loves the wall.

Like fish stays in water,

In my heart you shall bide forevermore —

For you are the onliest lady I’m gone on,

The Michelle to my Obama.

And so I sing for you a melody,

Trying to tug at your heartstrings.

 

The sky you are, and I, a cloud,

Derelict am I in your absence.

You are the sun to my moon,

Not once can I scintillate without you.

Till you came and made it complete,

This heart was an unraveled puzzle.

And so I sing for you a melody,

Trying to pull at your heartstrings.

 

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The fourth installment in Red Heart Diaries. Having shared four poems, I’ll pause for a while.

That’s it, Really.

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Red Heart Diaries: The Transformation

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What power have you?

That begets the rebirth of I.

Ne’er earlier did I know you,

Now like my name you are.

Used not to think about you,

Now my mind is your abode.

Needed you not before,

Now you are a water driblet in a desert.

Ne’er before did I miss you,

Now habituated am I to being with you.

Used to believe not in the abstract,

Now isn’t it love adoration I champion?

Nonexistent was this smile before you,

Now I raiment it like my favorite regalia.

What power have you?

That remoulds the forlorn version of I.

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Third poem from Red Heart Diaries. The series continues next Thursday with the fourth poem, ‘The Lover’s Song’.

That’s it, Really.

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Red Heart Diaries: The First Kiss

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Red Heart Diaries: Falling

Our lips caressed and it felt right,

When my tongue tasted yours, I felt light,

As if this body was surging into the clear sky,

And in magic I believed, never anew to label it a lie.

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The second piece from Red Heart Diaries, ‘The First Kiss’.

That’s it, Really .

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