Dance of the Harlot (poem) by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley on AuthorsDen

Dance of the Harlot
by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley → (All Poetry by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley)
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Dedicated to a friend who sadly was fooled

*Dance of the Harlot* *Evil heart as it danced* *Said look to me this my romance* *Pull me with your puppet strings* *Your bawdy musk of cheapness bring* *Whispered lies to me you fill* *Snaking hips, to give me thrill* *You called it Love once I believed* *Until my heart you ripped once cleaved* *Passion calls to rake my soul* *To drain me of your love drops sold* *And turning to this foolish lad* *We dance the dance of dancing dead* *For in your birth there was defect* *Nothing but wastelands neglect* *Broken soul the devil claims* *That which you brutally sinfully gave* *For blackness of your heart of cold* *You are but one of darkness sold* *To climax in your house of lust* *Full of lies to never trust* *The Harlot’s psalm you did sing* *For that you do and perfidy* *For within you devil dwells* *No conscious known or memory held* *But just not me your lies be told* *For soon I found many cajoled* *I was not but the only soul* *Your thorns have scraped your stories sold* *For once I thought you be a rose* *But thou art sick, your thorns exposed* *For your falsehoods to many told* *Dance of the Harlot you fit the mold* *Carolee Dennis-Woosley* *May 15, 2012*

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on January 16, 2014

You make me glad that I have personally never experienced such an individual. It makes me wonder what can make a person act in this way. Thank you for sharing, Carol. Love and peace and best wishes from me,

xo Regis

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on January 26, 2013

I knew a guy who was a whore........and he shall be forevermore!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Edith Wilde (Reader)

Reviewed on July 22, 2012

There was a woman like this when I was growing up. There were always hushed words about her, but she was always seen with a different man. She was known for ruining marriages. She was very pretty and she knew it too.

Edith

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on May 28, 2012

I too had such an experience but fortunately was not long in getting over it. Just lost time and money. Vivid imagery.

Stay well and keep writing
Eddy

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on May 16, 2012

Relationships like this often end with two broken souls.

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on May 15, 2012

I have to say this stuck a chord within me. I was fooled by such love, it really took me years to get over him. Betrayal is so difficult, but lightness always prevails...All I can say is Karma is a b*tch...
Great poem!

Peace, love and light,
Amber

Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)

beautiful write...immensely stirring...best wishes :)neerja

Reviewed by John Flanagan

palpable sense of hurt and betrayal here, Lily;
"We dance the dance of dancing dead"
is powerful indeed and disturbing;
like Linda, this work held me start to finish

john

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Lily,
A poem that held me to the end. Enjoyed your verses.

Blessings,
+Linda

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

Poetry can be used in many ways and not only to string words in the most beautiful way. It can be used for love and romance as well as to write about social abuse and many other things.
Sometimes a simple thought is the base for a poem, other times, as in this case, an incident of a friend.
You use your poetical freedom in a perfect way to show up how we all can be fooled in the name of love.

To use the words of D. Vaineo
A Great write!

Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley

It goes on daily sadly D. Vaineo, so many users out there for personal gain.

Thank you Budd, this is what this poem is all about. Has nothing to do with the profession of prostitution. It has to do with people being users of others affections sapping them dry then tossing them aside and on to the next victim of many.

But, I can see your confusion Ronald :)

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

To call someone else a harlot, says a lot for the caller's state of mind. For harlots come in many colors, many shapes, and any backgrounds. It is impossible to pin down a harlot as being this, or that. The only common denominator is that they give sex freely for money.

The most part they are just women, thrust into a life they probably didn't want to lead.

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Lily,
It is too sad that some need to resort to trickery just to hurt trusting souls.
Budd

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Carolee, Some tale and it still goes on every day...A Great Write!