Shades of Hell

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As I sit here by the banks of the river Styx, I peer out into the cold and empty darkness.

Fear fills my body, and the sadness from a thousand lifetimes sift through my brain.

I am alone; waiting for the inevitable finality, my conscience must be examined.

 

Woe to those who have the curse of breasts, pleasant to the sight, and tempting to the touch.

Few have seen without being condemned to its pleasures of lascivious gesture. Many have I called, but only a few have ignored my siren’s cry.

Woe again to those who have felt my passion, and have become a pinnacle of Lust’s desire; within my womb, there lays a contemptuous fire, ignited by the curse of my heated loins, tempting both men and women into my Devil’s cavern.

I pray that Hades will judge me NOT by his pitchfork of revenge, but by the actions I have done worth the merit of forgiveness. Seek Yee not shall I ask for his forgiveness, only the mercy he commands necessary.

 

Twas the Night Before Xmas Parody

  I wrote this a while ago but I liked it so much I thought I would re post it. I hope you enjoy it.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring except for a couple of rats in my walls and the bat which came down my chimney.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but NOT carefully enough because the long assed stockings caught fire and nearly burned down my mantle.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds, at least THIS is what the parents thought. The crafty little bastards were already stealthily searching the house for their presents.

And mamma in her kerchief, and me in my hat, were drunk as a skunk and ready for a nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed and called the cops. “Hey…I’m trying to sleep here.”

Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and dropped all my Hash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow seemed to rise and to fall like freshly baked dough. Hey…They can’t ALL be funny…”Give me a freakin’ break will ya??????”

When what to my wondering eyes should appear a HUGE ass sleigh and eight big as elephants Reindeer. I quit drinking Scotch shortly after that.

With a little old driver so lively and quick, I saw Santa Clause; the booze had done its trick.

More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

“Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen, on Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.” Hearing this I shouted out “WTF!!!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, (???), when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky. (SERIOUSLY????) So up to the housetop, the coursers they flew, (Why didn’t they just call them the f**king Reindeer?),with the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. I hope that red suited old man doesn’t expect ME to clean up that Reindeer Poop on the roof.

As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He ruined my WHOLE freakin’ chimney too that fat bastard.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet, (Sale on at Macy’s), and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. Serves the A hole right for comin’ don my chimney.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And I thought…GREAT…This guy stole from the Toys for Tots shelter.

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry, his cheeks were like roses his nose like a cheery. No WONDER… His breath smelled like he had just come from a major WINE tasting Vineyard.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. I think he colors it…

He had a broad face and a round little belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. OK…I’m being KIND here…The guy HAD to weigh in at over 500 lbs.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, (I never KNEW that Santa WAS an elf), and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, he scared the livin’ bejesus out of me, kinda like the exorcist. Oh wait…This doesn’t rhyme…Oh well…!?!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the remaining BURNT stockings then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose, he picked out the booger and up the chimney he rose.

He staggered to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him explain, as he drove out of sight, “DON’T tell anyone and have a good night.”

Happy Christmas!!!

Until Later…

The Corners of my Mind

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Around and around, the wind blows through the corners of my mind.

Memories of times past fill the darkened cavities,

While streams of sugarplums dance in others, Still…

Around and around the wind blows through the corners of my mind.

 

Crevasses fill with the darkness of despair,

While others, filled with life’s hope.

Oh, to choose the journey through these synapses, Wandering…

Around and around, the wind blows through the corners of my mind.

If I Were but a Fan

While this seems like a lighthearted poem, it is really a metaphor for how we wish our lives could be. Does this sound like YOU?

 

If I were but a fan,

From high above, I’d fly.

To spin and whirl, and twist and swirl,

And to cool those who’re warm and dry.

 

If I were but a fan,

From a ceiling I’d look down.

To view the day, as children play,

Beneath my blades of brown.    

 

If I were but a fan,

I would comfort, cool and fly.

To pass the days, and be amazed,

As life just flows on by.

 

If I were but a fan,

No worries, have I, responsibilities not a one.

My life is Scott free, as I spin happily,

Just around and around having fun.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Struggle

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Oh ravaged wings of time,

Return me not to the trials and tribulations of demons past, but

Release me from the evils that play upon my mind.

Let my strength be my guide, and thy will, to be my sword.

 

While the fruit of nature’s poison tempts my very soul,

Let me be steadfast and true to my body’s innocence.

Guide me along the path of righteousness,

And release me from the evils of a bygone time.

 

Carry me upon thy wings,

And secure my spirit with thy grace.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flower in the Sun

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For those of you who read poetry, but really don’t understand it, (Like ME for example), The flower is ,merely a metaphor for us Humans and the many needs and wants we desire.

The Sun represents our live when we are down and need a boost. The rain of course nurishes not only our bodies, but also our souls.

I hope you all enjoy this piece.

 

Below I sit, watching the sun’s rays, beating down upon my tiny body.

Pedals dried by the scorching sun, and my stem, withers in need of moisture’s touch.

Do not deny my life; but feed me with thy crying clouds,

Hear me, and let me soak up the essence of thy salvation.

 

Open the Heavens and soak me till I can stand no more.

If you heed my cry, I shall regain my posture, stand tall with pedals full, And Sing the praises of Natures virtue. 

I stand only because of you,                     

Bring forth thy rain and I shall respond in kind.

 

Adult Poetry by Sooz

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I have had this one rolling inside me for a long time and I just HAD to let it out…Hope you like it anyway…

(To the tune of Pop goes the weasel)

 

All round the Johnson or Dick,

The girl chased balls that were hairy,

That’s the way the way game is played,

POP goes the Cherry!!!

Romance is in The Air

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Romance is in The Air

Today is Friday and I am feeling romantic, so I thought I would treat you to some of my favorite romantic poems. One of my favorites is by a brilliant poet, William Wadsworth, who wrote as if his emotion spilled out of his talented body.

“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth

   I wandered lonely as a cloud

   That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

   When all at once I saw a crowd,  

   A host, of golden daffodils;

   Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

   Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

 

   Continuous as the stars that shine

   And twinkle on the milky way,

   They stretched in never-ending line

   Along the margin of a bay:

   Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

   Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

 

   The waves beside them danced; but they

   Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

   A poet could not but be gay,

   In such a jocund company:

   I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

   What wealth the show to me had brought:

 

   For oft, when on my couch I lie

   In vacant or in pensive mood,

   They flash upon that inward eye

   Which is the bliss of solitude;

   And then my heart with pleasure fills,

   And dances with the daffodils.

 

Of course, who could forget the beautiful and love filled poem by Robert Burns:

 

My Luve

O my luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my luve is like the melodie,
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

I think my favorite love poem is inspired by Lord Byron and it goes like this:

She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron (1788-1824)

The opening stanza is:

“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

Ahhhhhh, such romance, such beautiful words and thoughts by some of the greats. I hope you have enjoyed these and will share them with your significant other or sweetheart.

 

 

 

Heaven and Hell

 

Heaven

Oh Heavens gate,  may I lay upon thy pillowed clouds, and delight in serenity’s peace.

Let there be sweet repose for my resting soul, and harmony for a troubled mind.

For this shall be my eternity, earned through a shady past, yet forgiven by a merciful God.

It has been said, “Be thou at peace, and rejoice in Heavens glory, now and forever.”

 

Hell

Suffer now the consequences of life’s peril.

Be thee engulfed by the ever burning fires of Gehenna.

Feel the flames scorch and burn thy troubled soul,

And forever remember the misgivings that have caused thee this eternal suffering.

Quiet is the Night

Quiet is the night howling like a deafening silence before a storms raging fury.

Shielded by the souls of thoughts gone by, you command Natures awe. 

Powerful is thy cloak that shadows darkened minds.

Speak to me, not in thy solitude but with thy gentle persuasion.

Comfort my saddened heart upon thy shadow and restore my broken faith.