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Stepford Slaves "
There’s the kneel,
Then the splay,
Then the head to the floor.
Words are all well rehearsed
A ‘stepford’ kneels to our door!
she rises and enters and thanks and greets
she flows to a kneel by a Master’s feet
her movements well trained
her words written freely ….
But weren’t those same words just spoken by cee`ley?
her service is offered
And accepted, of course,
she seems to know Gor ways
But are we sure of that source?
The girl’s silks are of crimson
her collar is plain
But something about her
Reminds all of slave jane.
she begins to serve blackwine
Sweetly gathers the cup
But something’s misplaced
The girl messes up….!
her words now are frantic
Did she just stir in "Equal"?
But Master drinks blackwine
Deep as night, just as lethal!
We all watch in horror
As the girl’s façade crumbles
her words become nonsense
her steps start to stumble
We hear Master growl
He knows now the truth
"`la kajira is Stepford
And, hence, of no use!"
A sweet, kindly sister
Wraps the girl in her arms
she allows her the comfort
Of a *true* slave girl’s charms
she speaks to her softly
she explains being slave
And offers the books
saying ‘read them this day’.
The Stepford stands, shaking
We watch, wish her well
Praying first for her safety
she’s survived Stepford hell!
Weeks later the girl
Arrives again at our door
she kneels at the entrance
Pressing flesh to the floor
Accepted, she joins us,
she’s joyful we see
No collar is worn
The girl’s been set free
she embraces the life
Of kajira - of learning
We smile as she tells us
Of seeking and yearning.
The sister who helped her
Sheds soft tears of emotion
she smiles as she listens
Knowing of such devotion
There is no turning back
On the path of kajira
There’s no sweeter taste
Nothing else is held dearer
And so, my dear listeners
This tale ends with true joy
The slave is kajira
Not a sham Stepford toy!
Author - lanaia - 6/16/01©
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Reclaimed "
I ache to have my body bathed
By sting and thud and deep deprave,
Where days and nights and pities sake
Lay wasted torn and left opaque
That touch, it's taste, found secret space
Where love and trust were well embraced
My tepid gasp, His whispered word
To suffer sweetly, boundary nurtured
Enter darkness I am proclaimed
He's scored his will upon my pain
Each lash, each prick, a sweet refrain
My thoughts, my need now His domain
From once I came, from once I wake,
The dreamer's dance, did we betake
I tremble hard I am reclaimed
He's freed my soul He's freed my shame
Now temperance rests and I am tame….
Author - Serrene - 03/11/02 ©
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Awakenings Dawned "
She kneels at His boots, her heart's song whispered
in sweet offerings
As His ancient depth-less blacks settle in study
of her fevered dreams
Comforting, like purple dawns He subdues
His voice like the earth, nourishing and cool
soothing cruel wounds, awakenings
His thoughts like fog, seeping, curling
embracing her
She gathers to her His words, thick
warm and true
Like a breath `neath a veil of silk she moves
intent upon the journey, He urges her
Her soul bared for view, a gift of faith
A quieting
A beginning
Anew
His low spoken word, "Make your own way girl."
come for certain, make refuge here
He is her Mentor
and turns bitter acceptance to honey
He shares a fleeting glimpse, and accompanies
her there for the long wait
In return, a multitude of gratitude
tis all she owns, and gives, to Him
Author - Serrene - 10/22/98 ©
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The Hunt ::
I wandered far over hill and plain
To hunt My prey and Home again
Fatigue was great and hunger nagged
But no end I saw till game was bagged
Then when I thought of giving in
I saw My quest, new energy begin
I crept closer soundless as a tiger
The beast did not detect My odor
Suddenly I sprang and bound hands and feet
The beast thrashed helplessly in defeat
Over My shoulder I flung My prize
A fire of victory in My eyes
The beast writhed furiously on My shoulder
I clenched My arms around to hold her
I set her down upon the ground
A scared little slave gazed all around
I pointed eastward over the plain
Never would she roam again
Author - Kentoxca - 01/28/03© |
