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Barbaria1

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UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014
 
UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 20y14

Sweet, you are such a romantic person Barb!
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Tears well up as I read it, Barb!

Forgive me but I feel it should have an answer of sorts.

Dawn breaks in the distance
A lonely heart skips a beat
A moment of connection and loss
So fleeting.

It really touched me ... So good!!!
 
Tears well up as I read it, Barb!

Forgive me but I feel it should have an answer of sorts.

Dawn breaks in the distance
A lonely heart skips a beat
A moment of connection and loss
So fleeting.

It really touched me ... So good!!!

AWWWWW. Melted Siss.

flower1
 
UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014
So, so moving, Barb. Beautifully descriptive not just of the pain and struggle, but also the frustration of being alone, dying, pointlessly, and arching out for and in love. Just exquisitely beautiful.
 
UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014

Oh, Barb.....

This is just wonderful!

Here's my own favourite verse:

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

But the whole poem is nothing short of astonishing in its depth of emotional feeling.

A lovely, lovely poem.


flower3

Wragg
 
Oh, Barb.....

This is just wonderful!

Here's my own favourite verse:

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

But the whole poem is nothing short of astonishing in its depth of emotional feeling.

A lovely, lovely poem.


flower3

Wragg

Thanks Wragg. That's one of my favorite verses too. Glad you liked the poem so much.:)
 
So, so moving, Barb. Beautifully descriptive not just of the pain and struggle, but also the frustration of being alone, dying, pointlessly, and arching out for and in love. Just exquisitely beautiful.

Thanks Paul. I think you captured it all so succinctly in what you just wrote.:)
 
UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014
You!!! Pressing like is just not sufficient! How do you do this? Dangle our emotions and our desires and our pains? Well - you do! Pffffff.... and Pffff again! Wow!
 
Notable in this poem is the description of the endless duration of suffering, the poet takes time to let us feel what a girl on the cross must undergo without help, support or compassion. She was alone, is alone and dies alone. Her grave is never found.

Thank you Fox:)
 
Pfffff, Pfffff !!!

My translator comes up with 3 things ... GRRRRRR, Ohhhhhh and it's either Gahhh or Wow! :p ;)
 
UNOBTAINABLE

Death stalks me,
stares me in the face,
yet I want to live,
I want to love

Twelve long hours,
hanging on the cross,
naked, exposed,
defiled, degraded

Tired, exhausted,
cramped and weakened,
moaning, weeping,
in death’s cold embrace

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
my mind is distant, a thousand miles away
in another place, a land of dreams,
where love’s sweet face, shines bright-eyed on me

I hang my weary head,
my gaze casts down,
past circles and points,
on once proud breasts

Whip marks crisscross,
leaving angry red lines,
flecked with red blood,
marring soft white skin

Back arches, arms draw back,
body twists and writhes,
desperate gasps for breath,
collapse, slide back down again

Death has me in its grip,
it’s only a matter of time,
hope recedes, mind numbs,
how much more can I stand?

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
hopelessly, dreamily in love,
reaching, stretching, grasping,
striving for the unobtainable

It’s cruel, unfair,
to love and lose,
just as it is,
to die on the cross

I did my best, wanted more,
aspirations ran so high,
but fate intervened, the gods against me,
tried, condemned, sentenced to die

Heartache and teardrops,
my constant companions,
as I struggle and wriggle,
as I dance the dance

The dance of life,
the dance of love,
are so cruelly matched,
when hanging naked on the cross

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go
weak and dying, yet nonetheless,
reaching somehow, someway
to gain the unobtainable

My knees are bent,
arms outstretched,
pain-racked body at rest,
butt tight against the stipe

My tummy ripples,
with the strain of hanging,
but also in sympathy,
with a welling in my loins

I seek release,
just one last time,
my body primed,
arousal mounting

I see her yet, in mind’s eye,
imagine her tenderness,
the delicate lines of her mouth,
her warm embrace, sweet caress

Responding, swelling,
bucking, gushing,
surging, discharging,
burning and flowing wet

A fleeting moment,
it’s gone, it’s over,
so real, so very vivid,
she leaves me spent

My dying gasps, death now beckons,
the awful truth, I shall die alone,
my forlorn cries rip the night,
but no one hears, no one cares

Condemned to die this night,
nailed and naked on the cross,
condemned to lose, hope extinguished,
gone forever, my true love

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries

So close, so near,
yet so very far,
seemingly within my grasp,
yet so unobtainable

I die


Barbaria, 2014

Wow! Barb, how do you do it?!!! How many different, gripping ways can a crucifixion be described? You constantly find news ways to tug at our hearts and make us feel a portion of the agony and desolation of one crucified. Such a vivid description of this poor woman without an overemphasis on anatomy. I'm truly overwhelmed by your artistry.

My favorite lines:

Yet I struggle, I can’t let go,
even as life slips away,
in the hope that somewhere out there,
my soulmate hears my plaintive cries


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