In this fun new land, my babies all in hand
a nice puppy man gave me pebbles from sand.
My heart he so fanned, loving my little band
that being unmanned our friendship did expand.
Little piggy be, my eyes are upon thee.
Playful path so free, cast your heart to my sea.
Felled forests of need, rising mountains of greed,
tilling stones we’ll see deep wells of honesty.
My warrior kills celtic songs you fulfill.
Jousting his windmills, seeking dry desert hills,
let him pay the bills in God’s grace and my will.
Your wet seed must spill in my flesh to fulfill.
Puppy stop blaming my piggy-like gaming:
your playful maiming, monogamous shaming.
Hear my acclaiming! I don’t need your framing!
Passions are flaming! I’ll manage the taming!!!
My warrior’s law, his empty words of straw,
are the devil’s claw from which I must withdraw.
If he ever saw my freeing tragic flaw,
his repulsive gnaw might rip away the awe.
I’ll just run and hide until these things subside.
To protect my pride, in no one I’ll confide.
Balance on my side, I’ll handle this with stride.
Oh, my great divide in you I shall abide.
Anniversary ... sows new life inside me.
My pain and safety feed my inside banshee.
Goodbye fantasy of puppy and piggy.
Running on empty I yield my body.
Angry and alone I won’t pick up the phone.
We both ought to groan with hearts of stubborn stone.
Piggy on my throne, for you alone I moan.
He can not atone for what he’s never known.
My husband is here. In lies I still find cheer.
Then, I feel his spear of jealously and fear.
Hating what was dear he’s pierced my sin’s veneer.
Still I shed no tear, hardened for near a year.
In maternity ... warrior poetry ...
I read lazily his anima decree.
Puppy, pig and me will wait so patiently
again to be free in secret fantasy.
Please tell me what you think
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I loved this
Very emotional, very strong. Bravo!
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it is really touching, thank you for entering, i looove the way you made the stanzas rhyme so effortlessly, ot just flows, from the start to the beginnig, in this peomm ot explains the entire goings on, its really,
good luck in the contest
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Well this woman is a piller of will power, to be able to stuff her indiscretion so deep she is seemingly unaffected. But I believe that repressed emotions, good or bad find their way into other more indescript forms of emotion, or will eventually come roaring to the surface like a volcanic eruption. They say that actions speak louder tha words, and when actions start to not make any sense, then deception is somehow at the root. That's what I think, anyway...
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wow, the imagery in this is amazing. a really unique and interesting metaphor. thanks so much for entering my contest!
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Liked the flow and the brevity of the lines in this poem. After reading your reply to the commenter below I now understand it much better. Quite an intersting trio you write about here. Taking it from a woman's perspective - it was well done.
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The rhyme and meter were great, and that's awsome that you wrote from a females perspective, great job as usual
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Wonderfully expressed
I tried to understand your write, and your comments.
"For perspective on female infidelity" Was it a regarding sexually being unfaithful. Or the lack of religious faith was her perspective.? I liked the write and the way you rhymed and made the stances. Just I was a little confused what you were referring too. (LISA)
"Turkey day is here,
In lies I still find cheer.
Then I feel his spear,
Of jealously and fear.
Hating what was dear,
He’s pierced my sin’s veneer.
Still I shed no tear,
Hardened for near a year."
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