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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills, Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an' hills. We call it 'home', our little world, our very own frontier, Amongst the cattle, sheep an' goats; the varmints, hogs an' deer. Today I watched the breakin' dawn an' whiffed the mornin' air, A time I often set aside for things like thought an' prayer. A Mockin'bird an' Mornin' Dove, an' other birds at play, Were there to sing an' set the mood to start another day. This mornin' saw the strangest thing, like time itself had merged, An' all the souls who once were here, appeared an' then converged. In swirlin' clouds of mist an' fog, right off the bluffs they rolled, Till all had gathered in the glen, the modern an' the old. The Indians, conquistadors, an' other ancient men, The soldiers from this country's wars, an' cowboys from back when… They all had come from yesterday to help me understand Our link with those who came before, to heritage an' land. A crazy notion, so I thought, that they could just appear, But as the morning went along the reason got real clear. They rode along with me that day to show me things I've missed, The things I've seen a thousand times an' some I'd just dismissed. Those wagon roads of long ago, still evident today, Are carved in rock an' rutted earth, not apt to wash away. They linked the missions, forts an' towns those many years gone by; An' left their mark for all to see, as modern times grew nigh. The artifacts an' weathered ruins attest to yesterdays, When others came an' lived their lives in very different ways. We've seen their skill in arrowheads they honed from fired stone, An' craftsmanship in beads an' tools they fashioned out of bone. At ever turn and trail we took was something to remind, The Maker must have had a plan laid out for humankind. The Earth He made's been feedin' us a half-a-million years, An' used it's wonder, force an' change to challenge pioneers. I do not know if they'll return or if they'll feel the need, But I'm prepared to ride the trail, where ever it may lead. We all are spirits ridin' time with bodies of the Earth, Whose time has come to take the reins an' offer up our worth. The land has been the legacy we cultivate an' reap, The life has been the heritage our father's fought to keep, An' we are bound throughout our time with those who came before, To put our hearts and souls to it, and make it something more.
Some people are voices On the edge of rocks With steep slopes and cliffs. Some people are echoes At the bottom of walls Carved by rushing waters.
< Cascading lakes and streams The loon stands out it seems Minnesota's state bird I know it must sound absurd Adopted in nineteen sixty one Wails and yodels heard under the sun Black and white bearing red eyes Wingspans five feet can make one cry Body lengths up to three feet Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat They are high speed flyers And great underwater divers They can dive up to ninety feet In pursuit of fish they want to eat They are even on our license plates An critical habitat drawn on metal slates Twelve thousand of these unique birds God that has to be a lot of turds But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues Written By Katherine Stella Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
ENOUGH FOR ALL by Wordancer All the species of this world, whether mammal, fish or bird Are provided with their food, whatever their taste Each created for the other, When the offspring leaves the mother There is all the food that's needed without waste. The ants will feed the lizard, and in turn, it feeds the Hawk The flies they feed the spiders, then the frogs. The amphibian feeds the snake Which the Kookaburras take And in time, they all feed ants inside the logs. The logs fall from mighty trees that house and feed the tiny bees that fertilize the plants we use as foods. With rain and sun the crops will flourish And when harvested, they can nourish All the peoples in the world, if we so choose Foods for all the nations are here in God's Creations, Glorious is the spirit that's big enough to care. Food goes where it's needed If our sight is not impeded Or we keep it for ourselves when there's enough for all to share. In this world of ours we're brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, We're all related by living on this earth. Whatever we do tomorrow Can bring happiness or sorrow Today is when we work out what it's worth.
Inner sanctuary envision harmony and mental clarity focus on a journey of possibility Meditate on transformation and awareness of inner state peace and healing Constructive thought instruct your mind to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice Where you can't see the wood for the trees under your nose is the path of freedom wholeness Put aside perceived struggles revitalize, relax, respond to body, mind, heart and spirit Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal bring about personal healing and conscious awakening Stillness of mind – concentration Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal beyond all negativity away from all interuption To allow time for self communication and expression of inner self Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and sights of nature or universe realisation comes in various form and shape causing us to feel life in fullest expression Connecting – whispers of wind radiating everpresent warmth of sun a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards connecting right back into where we are at right now unmoved unchanged and as we were Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or be judged let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility intelligence of knowing others wisdom of knowing self strength in mastering others power to master oneself Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – whatever – doesn't matter how you refer to it on personal level energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – to have enough is a richness in itself accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself
Springs around the corner what wondrous things we'll see, bulbs popping up above the ground giving joy to you and me, time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too, weeds to pull, beds to hoe lots of things will have to go. You have to be a little brave if that rose you want to save, but you will learn that over time you've got to be cruel, just to be kind, The flower beds need a tidy take all that dead stuff off the top, veg plots being well dug over hoping for a bumper crop. Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow ! then the lawn will need a mow. And when all the hard work is done you can sit back and be pleased, wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.
People are commonly different Symbol of diversity piece Pure race doesn't exists Color and creed are just an identity Believe only in human history God sculptured them from clay People are equally created Having many opposites But respecting others taste When everyone is treated equal Nothing appears but peace in hand Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won't be born anymore Written to advocate to suppress racism Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia 10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday
Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku) Understanding A Metaphysical Moment … … Nature's Mysteries This Haiku is for: The Haiku Master 'Raul' Moreno Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire' (smile)) MoonBee
there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat. so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole. His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time. it tastes good.
' A Metaphysical Moment ' A Metaphysical Moment Electrifying To The Touch Breathless, Thru The Clouds Can My Heart, Take So Much … Can My Eyes Endure All This Vision, I See Can Voice, Even Speak Over Roaring of This Sea … Can Ear Even Listen When I Am Flying So Free Soaring, So True With You and Metaphysical Moment and Me … A Metaphysical Moment Will I Ever Understand This Mystery of Our Universe The Mystery of Woman and Man … (And I End This with an Haiku for The Haiku Master 'Raul' Moreno and Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire' (smile)) Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku) Understanding A Metaphysical Moment … … Nature's Mysteries Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective: Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry Relating to the poetic style of John Donne, George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets Who used consciously intellectual language And elaborate metaphors that compared things
A person who feels about others And speaks on their circumstances And offers a better suggesions To improve the damped system To add fundamentalistic solutions To delete opportunism aspects To develop everyone's share To approach everyone's contribution To maintain progress and prosperity To build a civil agenda to enjoy Without any prejudice barrier For our human dignity and regard To differenciate humanism and animalism To learn about patience and respect To discuss a topic of learning A natural behaviour and sophisticated Developing approaches at same time To recover the positive and negativeness To establish distinctions of values To identify a usefull and useless motives To live with peace and satisfaction To encourage further preparations To secure and safe future For beyond from newborn buddies To provide good tools to develop To understand a constructive problems To dissolve wastage of recycling To save extra energy for dangers To refine pregressive thoughts To share his doubts and gains For a better carriage Is known as a political person? How do you feel to listen others? Satisfaction is a matter for all.
Up before dawn, a feeling has drawn You into the mountain and trees. Till the silence within, upon the whispering wind A chime of bugles tease the breeze. That majestic call, that is heard each fall Since before our forefathers birth And for those who take time, through rim rocks and pine Listen and value their worth. Each note high and low as each bugle ballad goes, No two ever the same They are all unique and if a chance to critique Upon our hearts they claim. We are put into state and can hardly wait For the dawn of the upcoming morn To glimpse hoof print in stride or a patch of hide Or a tip of antler horn. Just out of reach, lessons he'll teach to those who play the game, The tension and pull of a phantom bull, a soul never to tame. While waiting and yearning, eyes straining, ears burning, Ringing till you can't hear a thing, To early to late, can't hardly wait, Patience like a bee sting. Like a ghost in the night they filter through site They tease and bugle and brag, As tell tale sign, weave and wind Through timber, rocks and crags Where a sapling tree, used to be Now a twig broke scarred and torn Velvet left there and shed of hair To tell the rut has been born. Strong elk scent, down wind is sent From their bedded layer They are up once again and start to transcend Letting us know they were there. A little to late can change a state Hopes almost fell, But all rise again when a bugle begins For among elk, we dwell.
Why there's is a God Proportions divine hand spirals. He's shaping patterns not chaos. Artwork pleasing to the eye the golden rectangle. Clearly seen by His creation check your double helix in every cell. Not theory
Clouds burst Crops thirst
They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark, Her name was Sacagawea. On an expedition they did embark Finding the passage to the sea. Down the Missouri they traveled, Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend. Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled; At the Columbia River they'd end. ©2013 Honestly JT
< amidst .... apple tree black bear .... pounces limb cubs wait .... below Entry For Andrea Dietrich's Fall Animal Haiku Contest G.L. All
Land of the free Home of the slaves The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate Amongst the soil where they were slain I'm hearing their struggle I'm feeling their pain I can't imagine being forced to part from my family All for massa's gain So I pay homage to those who promoted change People like every slave who tried to escape Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman And the safe houses who were in accord And peg leg Joe with his song Follow the drinking gourd. People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard And who was dismissed and defamed The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names The list could go on The full will never be told So I pay homage to others who were bold Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Charles Drew George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks Who's death by the way Symbolized the American lie You cant declare the rights of all men While the people of African decent rights get denied But still we rise Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen None who were showed any love Yeah it's an uphill battle, But obviously greatness can be done. We can rise above this stigma That blacks are lazy and daunting That our worth is null and void And in essence minus nothing And of all the names mentioned And the greatness of their successes No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind And once you have experienced just a taste of it It changes your perception of time The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom It's mine
I Pledge Allegiance a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance, when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance, become the model of democracy and toleration To The Flag the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration, a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration, of oppression and dictation Of The United States Of America a conglomeration of peoples form one nation, 13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration, tread on me, expect retaliation And To The Republic a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation, agreeable to all in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition, militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station For Which It Stands the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand, her signature, her blood, in foreign sand One Nation from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore, those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door, one nation, esprit de corps Under God in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong, having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song, most will believe, as they have, all along Indivisible one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other, many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother With Liberty And Justice For All the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression, succession, regression, and repression along Our Pledge of Allegiance a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number, all it takes, to be no longer allowed
Ana Cecilia Callejas Rodrigo Perez Gavilan The Bad King "Lexer" was a lion who was the King of the entire animal kingdom, during his reign all the animals lived in complete harmony, they were all happy and graceful, and Lexer takes care of them and protects them. One day "Lexer" and his wife had an adorable baby lion that was named "Dylan" as he grew up Lexer teached him a lot of things since he was going to be the heir of the animal kingdom. Dylan also made a lot of friends but his best friend was Jim. Dylan and Jim spend almost all the days together, as the time passed Jim started to hang out with the Rhinos, which were the bad ones of the kingdom. Jim turned into a bad lion and started to incite Dylan to make bad things and he became also a bad lion. One day lexer got very sick and a few days later he passed away so Dylan became the king. All the animals were very sad because they loved Lexer he has been so far the best ruler of the animal kingdom. Time passed and Dylan forgot all the good things his father taught him and started to become a bad lion and a bad king. Influenced by Jim and the Rhinos that were friends with Jim Dylan started to do bad things. He put animals to fight between each other just for their amusement and had some of the animals as slaves just to be his servants, he also ordered other animals to kill so he can eat and have feasts, and this caused a lot of panic in the entire animal kingdom. Dylan mother tried to make him reconsider and change, to do all the good things his father taught him for him to be a good king but Dylan just became worse. All this caused that the animals lost his confidence towards the king and started to live just with the ones of their own kind and also began to fight with all the other animals to survive. This caused that the world became a bad place and since that moment the harmony did not existed anymore and the animals had to take care on their own. Moral of the fable: if you are a good person and you have good values don't let anyone to influence you and change the way you are.
< beneath swollen ..... moon in pasture of...... rolling hills standing ....hind quarters a beautiful black ...... stallion simply took my breath ........ away Entry For Rick Parise's A Memory Of Beauty Tanka Contest G.L. All
Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern Found on ground ripened apple's bitter juice Digging in gluttony without discern Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce Climb from trunk to branches long journey true Building without rest to sleep in cocoon While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon
< red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers harvest ....... happiness the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down braided ~ and ..... despaired yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead fall ~ colours ..... blossom Entry For Linda Marie's Harvest Of Happiness Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest G.L. All
Attunement at its best Be to hell go the rest
NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view I can see your blood boiling through the blades I once called eyes, they were once beautiful like jewels now they hurt my deep insides. cutting at my guts and like a noose on my lungs; your words seek like bullets your mouth like sniper guns. I'm hit with each inaccuracy… Being killed by words untrue; and you even got the nerve to tell me what you think I do. But let me get mad and try to plead my case; then suddenly the world is a f--ked up place. You got tears running down… What the Hell did I do? We were just sitting and laughing I could swear that we were cool. Oh God… Oh no…; I should have seen it… It's Aunt Floe…, This battle can't be won or reasoned I think its best I go. Cause I hate Aunt Floe and she hate me too; she sit and talk sh-t about the gum I chew. The color of my shirt…, She say my look is a stair; She say my best has no worth And she doesn't stop there. I didn't change I've been the same these 28 days, but now I'm f_ckin A__hole Aunt Floe gave me that name. She said get out my face This aint your home no more, But I'm more puzzled by What was said before. I love you With her glossy eyes I knew it was true, But horribly sly You see these words make me the fool. The one that's cruel That a__hole dude, That sparked the fuel To this f__kin feud. But I swear to God I didn't start this sh_t, Why would I give up my love To live my life like in a pit. This is horrible sh_t Wasted days spent, On nothing but the worst I could be bathed in your sent. You could be laughing While I'm smiling But Aunt Floe Won't let this be, And the only way to make this right Is hold my tongue a week. And that ain't gone happen I'm a person too, Not soft But I got feelins and don't know what to do. Now its been six days Unbelievable rage, She locked herself In the room I call it her cage. I smell a sent in the air It wasn't there before, Now lookin down the hall I see an open door. Is this a trap I'll guess I'll see, If I fall for another You know that's dumb ass me. Curled in the bed I think I know that girl, But where's the hells Aunt Floe The one that f__ked my world. She packed up and gone Didn't even say good bye, Just came wit gang of bullsh_t And vanished in the sky. Is that you my dear Can you please come here, Listen close and crystal clear… I hate Aunt Floe Next time she here Make sure I'm stocked with weed and beer. I love you punk. ?
Beauty of nature Why condense it down to God? Isn't life enough?
Fairy bells, Pink fingers Jewel or King of kings In the tropics where we linger Amoung many marvelled things We admire life on trees and rocks But the clay of the earth is our attire. Take us home, in a vase by your clock Just to let our beauty transpire We are one of the main sources to Nourish and concieve the flavour vanilla If next you bake a cake or two let our arome drift through your villa In the Rainforest admire us edge to edge In all our colours of delicate beauty Or when you compete you have our pledge To be your prize, it's just one duty Large our family values We can cost you quite alot Earth will sieze to argue With it's most enchanting natural plot
I had survived how many summers? Five? Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last of terror that lurks in situations which those I trust (myself included) would swear offer only perfect safety... My ball rolled under my Grandma's house and I, well-guarded, scuttled after to retrieve it, mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy, small red feathers, newly molted by matrons: hens that clucked contentment, set upon their hidden egg troves. Spying their nests, I thought to rob them and so earn a Grandma's love for a city boy unversed in country ways. Thinking, I acted, reaching for a nest unoccupied, half hid behind a house block. I closed my soft, expectant hand upon a wriggling creature coiled among the eggs, drew back like lightning to watch a brightly spotted snake slide off into the farther, deeper darkness amid a squall of squawks. Emerging empty handed, terrified, it wasn't Grandma's love I earned that day. I have always since encountered similar brilliant colored dangers whenever I have thought to grab, for myself or others, unclaimed treasures in strange places, in warmer or in cooler weathers.
Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts. In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown. It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land. One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward. As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth. Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good. He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning. As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness. The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood. As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger, there was more light, and warmth. When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in light and warmth. Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours. After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one. The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time. He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth. The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.
Unwittingly sucked in entangled within lifes cobwebs poisoned wrapped and saved for later Until satisfaction for hunger is needed preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride despite the deceit and trickery of enticement Faced with soulful persecution of honesty reality and truth to be lost forever whilst deceitful one is admired Displayed devouring of specimen No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate alas before finished – destiny will strike Poor black widow will choke own untimely death from own grip of life suffocating truths stifled now smothering
Alas there is no more confusion, finally found my last conclusion. Expect me as if Jesus will return, from a ghost to a realm of concern. Your dreams are portals like doors, welcoming spirits into hasten wars. Leaving the thoughts without trust, keeping your fears in much disgust. And though you sought no consequence, deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence. Awaiting in your nightmare of screams, enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.
< raise your glass toast to thy new year recant memories close and near shed thy tears for beloved that died ring out wild bells to the wild sky new dawn is upon horizon bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned basking in beauty I did cry ring out wild bells to the wild sky winter spring summer and fall's theme natures way of trickery schemes weaving another day to try ring out wild bells to the wild sky ever try an moon and stars dance believe me they put you in trance so raise me once again Lord high ring out wild bells to the wild sky crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings illuminates hearts strings nettings ask not pass singing auld lange sye ring out wild bells to the wild sky Entry For Dr Ram Mehta's Ring Out Wild Bells To The Wild Sky Kyeriell Contest G.L. All
< Signs of the time Enriched vibrant colors Painted on minds eye canvass To inscribe it's beauty to another Eventually leaving one in awe Marching in it's parade of showings Begining to end Each and every year Requesting for it's safe return Entry For Carol Brown's Fall Is Around The Corner Contest I Chose September G.L. All
pillar of trumpets are no match in a garden for the hummingbird
Earth never be the same In streams in wetlands In oceans in depth currents Even one cell live All never be the same When live detorites in its span Renewal will has own mishaps
< Minnesota Wild Like its loon that cascades it's lakes Minnesota Wild Like it's black bear strong and fierce Minnesota Wild Like it's deer and 12 point bucks Minnesota Wild Like it's rivers and winding streams Minnesota Wild Like it's mighty timbers and pines Minnesota Wild Like it's eagle that soars forever free Minnesota Wild Like it's pheasant and wild turkey Minnesota Wild Like it's great northern pike Minnesota Wild My anthem and illuminated theme Entry For John Heck's Encore Contest G.L. All
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You have your North side ducks, And you have your south side ducks. Neither the twain shall meet. For each one had his nose in the air. They simply would not do the greet. So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond. Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let's call it 'Stomp The Pond' Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat. So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete. But she couldn't cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way. Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day. But you know, there's always one strange duck, and that's the one who built a bridge. Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id. My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be… The world works better when brought together… By the builders of a bridge.
< symbolic icon abrupts captivating flight honoring fallen amidst lined tombstone's marker at historic Fort Snelling Written By Katherine Stella 8/8/11 Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest G.L. All
Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong, The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long. Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change, Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain. Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried. Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride. "It's an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say. It's up to you to make the choice, so start anew today! The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too, Is not an easy task, but we'll find our bonding glue. Not sure exactly where we're headed, we just swiftly plod away. Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today. If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside. Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside. Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He's calling! The path is outlined for us as we go, He'll catch you when you're falling. Tears may come from time to time, and that's ok, you know. For in our quest for what's to come, they'll be sure to help you grow. No pain, no gain we hear, but here's the best news yet…… We're promised a life we'd never dreamed that alone we would never get! With the laughter we'll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away. Our gratitude for the new life we're living will shine with each new day. A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years. Life will become like a new pair of glasses, We'll see laughter through the tears!
As this planet's caretakers Just what have we done To our dear mother earth For our luxuries and fun Torturing and killing This celestial body Surrounded by stars Writhing and rotting Poisons poured down Atmosphere's throat With toxic chemicals The planet we soak The rapid destruction Of the ozone layer At the unmerciful hands Of nature's true slayer The one's who steal And live to destroy The forests and trees And nature's true joys Killing the wildlife All over the map Considered mere beasts Yet the savage is man We take down their homes Without second thought We butcher and slaughter Vile planet we've wrought No, life on this earth Is not just our own For the taking and raping We have done all alone We have only created A planet in despair An earth crying out Do we even care? Our oceans now filled With poisonous oil Spilled by the greed Of those who toil For the very last drop Of our liquid gold To life in these waters Our hearts ever cold Often left entirely soaked Dripping with damage done Those that are left to die In oceans of oil and muck As the number of animals At our ever brutal hands Decline and go extinct With them diminish our lands Each and every single day They struggle to survive Even the most illiterate Can read it in their eyes They are the true victims Under man's brutal dominion Who along with us, pay the price The eventual planet's oblivion For what man does gain With all his luxuries Is mother earth destroyed The defenseless suffering Yes, I am a tad disturbed By man as he still covets But pay no mind for all I am Is a disgruntled, middle-aged poet Copyright © 2010 Camille Rose Castillo
My ancestors walking in the night using oil lights and moonlight for guides while being instructed to Wade in the Water to camouflage their scents like disguise The Sweet Chariot awaited so they could ride away Harriet was a soldier and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang Steal Away They would follow the drinking gourd so all were in accord to go north The Gospel Train was coming and at the end of the journey was a fine reward Freedom was coming and it was a long time coming and they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing and I still hear their tired footsteps running Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray Stolen from my arms a random September day and eliminated our chances to run away together No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness giving me the hope of finally being free Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith on bended knee There must be a place for me among the light of this darkness Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers no thought on their conscience Thank goodness for the safe houses that supported our traveled distances and for the conductors who bore witnesses and may God have mercy on the souls who were against this and on those who chose to forget this sh@! I still hear crying in quilts of safety because I know that the burden was heavy to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men catching run-away slaves for money Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this loved induced journey and they made it So all that bull about how your life is hard just stuff it in an envelope and save it
Control the love between the two of you, Or else you 'll be hit by a blow to split off Your life's heart like an axe. Stare at each other, tenderly, communicate With ease, graciously, whisper melodies, sweetly, But do not let your fingers crisscross so That you won't be caught up in each others arms... "ON THE BED". Leading to each others thighs that wrought The sweetest taboo. So control the love if you must stand above ill manners As you are not yet wedded. Don't let it flow without measures or brake For you might be tied up like stock fish to a bamboo stake, Ready for the fire... ending you in utter remorse. Control the love! control the love!! control the love!!! CHARLES MELODY (Lightning Ink).
aerial viewing outstretched crows flying frenzy harvest festival
A person is a child, If he behaves as a child, A person is mature, If he behaves as a wild. A person is kind, When his heart is mild, A person is selfish, When only benefits he compiled. A person is honest, His treatment is fair, He respects others, And he believes to care. A person is rude, When he is dishonest, He exploits others, When he takes rest. A person is loyal, When his need is a matter, A person is critic, When he can serve better.
< Symbolic icon's flight abrupts Arrow finds it's target's marking blood curling like an volcano's erupt world leader speaks vocal barking Majestic crowns within a reach symbolic icon's flight abrupts For there are still own young to teach under feathered wings that are cupped Flightless viewing ones been corrupt captured essance of feathered friend Symbolic icon's flight abrupts tears traces remain in the end Those who reach new found milestones keep soaring way on up and up for now I stay chilled to the bone symbolic icon's flight abrupts Tribute To The Bald Eagle Also Entry For DR. Ram's Quatern Contest G.L. All
I know who I am and love me even more… ripened like the finest wine never pop my cork. I love harmony and don't mean a tune, but a life from harmonious view. I don't tolerate the devils dirty work disguised to hide the shallow blue…. Looking like the sandy blue seas once hitting the coast with such beauty, but once unhidden is truly a Tsunami. God utilizes my time more wisely. I am God's special gift, so I feel sorry for you if you choose me to mess with. To mess with me is to harm yourself stop trying to understand and understand yourself. Understand God lives and shines through me... do you now understand me, now try to understand yourself.
< eye of the tiger mystical yet beautiful ... even through monsoon's Written By Katherine Stella 10/30/11 Season Chosen Monsoon Entry For Charles Henderson's Very Strict Haiku G.L. All
< wolf tongue speaks at night search for prey has come to end ... howling escalates Written by Katherine Stella 11/16/11 Entry For Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku I Chose The Wolf My Home State Is Minnesota Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R. Yikes G.L. All
Age of purity and innocence, this time of change meets a blooming maturity Fulfilling form, stylising figure; nature produces fine specimen A time to play with hair and fashion To perfect beauty, applying make-up and perfumes Bringing forth fresh radiance Changing mood and attitude A young lady, pleasing to the eye stands before mankind A budding beauty ready to take on new life style To seek, settle, nurture, or give her all to career Go-getter or jet-setter her presence is felt near
Tangled thoughts, twisted pretzels, Floating in the primal soup. Rotated spiral polyhedrons, Interlaced by simple threads. Bound complex rules fuses brew. Hearty crawling evolutionary stew. Has anything been known to replicate? Stack of stuff, millions, billions. What right is given primordial seas To have children, offspring, grandkids? Hundreds of thousands of combinations, Worked by chance, choice, millennia. Replication, duplication, deception Explain it again, I believe What I have been taught. Accepting these principles, Otherwise, what shall I believe?
Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain Valley and creeks and eagles that soar Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain Relish with me if you will if you must if you can Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain There is a new day a new beginning and a new you Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain
< Yellow Belly ! Bees, Bees, the dancing machines Polinatators that bite me Gift biogenic amines How you make me swell Yellow belly tarnations Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek Cursing swating and shooing To sting destroyer * Story: A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol Written by Katherine Stella 4/8/12 Entry for Linda Marie's Bite Me Contest G.L. All I Bite Destroyer-Poet LOL
Society, community, society, community. You can leave now and let me be. I will swim free, free in your sea. Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see. Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you. Purity. Alone. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity. I know now that this is all I need. To be. To be. That is all, just Be. Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... MOooooooo. Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir, could you be so kind? Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity. Eye's clenched shut. Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free. Free. free. free. Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how? Now! Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou. Ah ha, you see, you see. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity. That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free? Yes, yes, yes sir, me? Free to sit, sit and just be. Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea? I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near. My mind is liquid, free to birth. Just be. Just Be. Just Be. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
Gathering grey clouds Whip crack of frothing thunder Is this Africa?
< I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day dont let an overpowering object just get away Written By Katherine Stella 6/26/11 Entry For A Rambling Poet's Writing In The Sublime
Concrete jungle, rats and cats Illuminated cats eyes traps draw us in Grin when you fall no applause when you win Jungle Life with jungle things Food is scarce though greed is breeding No Lion in sight, Tigers died from the fight Eyes appear dim darkness steering you in Want is need, need not want No one cares for believing Jungle days Jungle sunset Watch where one places there feet for some step too far and the jungle is no more This jungle has but a one way door For once was free and all so clear In the jungle now nothing appears But concrete jungle, rats and cats A song without substance no beat no clap For once was free and all so clear The inhabitants of the jungle made the jungle disappear
What is it to see the soil of home again? A welcome, snow-struck and a return To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn. We converse in broken tongues to men We know, hooked on holiday language Comprised of wandering hand signs. Collect the car and pay parking fines, Drive through towns and over a bridge Until we reach the Western gateway. Oh when will we arrive at our house? No camels there, only field mouse Which are eaten by our cat anyway. The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning Through the stretching, pealing sky, A knife through air; what it is to fly. Our travels over; a new day is dawning.
bee hunting an art line bees to tree sun or bait follow to honey
Plastic hearts, plastic smiles plastic cars driving plastic miles plastic forks, plastic knives filling landfills, clogging lives chemicals seeping apathy deepening while were sleeping God is weeping the smothered earth cries under heavy, gray skies time for every industrialized nation to change for future generations rid the world of a devastating cancer when asked this question, find the right answer paper or plastic? For Paper or Plastic contest (Susan Burch) Third place
< encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues snaphots taken afar this is all I could do catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~ thunder pheasants fly off in frenzy braided and despaired yet forges right on ahead they live see another day night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl bidding feathered friends well ado's A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English } Tanka & Crystalline For Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest Written by Katherine Stella 5/8/2011
< amidst grass carpet he plays long ears bushy tail white paws nibbles bulbs munches away poor little thing had some flaws hides hair braided and despaired didn't stop this little guy thought to self this wasn't fair bowed head and started to cry nectar is what he had sought on this hopeful days journey not to be trapped or be caught or carted off on gurney Mister Nibbles came to play In garden's bedding today
Planting the garden with all love and kindness I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation Reflecting on life passed, already slipped through my fingers Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand When minutes were short and hours so fully crammed with business I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence and scatter aimlessly upon the land Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail For quality of moment did not matter, meant little to me Little I did would flourish for it surely wasn't manned nor intended No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing Yet now my precious moments surely stand I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, gently taking back that that was too freely given To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance So I could get a grip, a hold on all To really know how to stamp my brand For time stands still for no-one
a beast of nature protective mysterious - and yet beautiful
The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem Im not sure that i really understand What do you want from me, Is it me? What do i do, Do I need to take your hand? Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?, Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand. What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you? Are they prophecy, are they the glue to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?
Tears too late to regenerate and all because we acted too late Future generations will face decline If we continue to be ignorant to every sign Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach Its now to stop now to teach For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs All of nature in decline Don't waste water treat it like wine Be careful that you sort your rubbish Recycle everything we publish What you buy is important too As is how much liquid flushes down the loo Then the factories where the 'stuffs' produced need reduce the smog that they've induced Stop pollution at its source And where possible walk of course Or otherwise lets travel together Protect our plants, trees and our weather
< Goodnight moon Only God knows if I'll see you soon As I stand under this canopy of stars It looks as if you're riddled with scars From your illuminating harvest glows To those frosted faces from a winters toll You even play your peek a boo With clouds that shuffle by you Don't you know I love you so So please stay and don't you let go You're my guiding light My shining armor through-out the night The crickets are even playing our love song So let's dance all night long For I know the sun will be rising soon And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune Well goodnight moon You've slipped away all to soon It's been fun Dam ! now here comes the sun Entry For Deb Guzzi's Harvest Moon Contest G.L. All
Through you I seek to know: What happened once below? You ferns of resistance, I see you Mixing it upward with A firm stance. (Such steely green weeds Do smirk indeed Above the empty path of horizon's eye, Blackened to nowhere). What, though, do I see in you? (A path lies vacant and wanting, A land once named upon a dream; A barren place now daunting, Neglected and unseen). Where is your truth? (Does it rest within your clumsy bud's dance With a tertiary sky, Or a raucous from your stem's windward need To lead)? Oh No. I do believe: It is your roots of defiance! To know Home in no shame; To forge through scarred soil with no blame! Such courage you have: To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, And safely hasten away From the notion of never again! (Thirty some years have stood and fell Yet… Your quiet presence lives to tell This hell, Once known, As Love's canal). Oh eager green, I wish you well.
Heartstrings- For Hearth and Home Pardon me, did you just heave… "Aye, that's right, you can leave" Good you give me the heave-ho… "Don't say, just leave this ship- You're ban from the trip" But wait, I demand to know Why heart throbs callous fate… Or naught' say in this state? Then, I get' be on the row. Retrench, though break, I grieve …Still air, elsewhere receive- D-day most furious must bow. Fly wings, see no then clip- A tip, handsome; don't trip. Ready, steady and will wow. Cos yours' to concentrate, Theirs to see and relate. Patience in all makes you grow. _______________________________ Balassi Stanza: Two Rhyme Scheme: bbaccadda Syllable count: 667667667
Sadie Terrier Scottish origin Wins Westminster's 2010 contest Hurray for Sadie Pulchritude is Pert, alert, shows The audience Glamorous side Gave handler A run in The fast ring The Black Scottish Sadie Dog
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
< twenty twelve What The Hell ! cosmic conjuction What's it's Function ! ecologic collapse Only Perhaps ! galactic beings I've Been Seeing ! think it's all phony And Full Of Balony ! Entry For Gareth James's 2012 Contest G.L. All
Tiger Manners Mom makes tea in the cabin Leaves baby on the porch to sleep Under the canopy of shade There in the jungle creatures have their ways As mom returns to feed the baby Finds it missing from the cradle Babies flesh is warm and oh so tender Tigers need to eat fresh meat Rips the child from limb to limb Nature leaves a calling card No table manners or invites required A friendly reminder of whose living room you're in
< beneath waterfall let your troubles wash away ... cesspool is waiting Entry For John Freeman's The Precept Natures Haiku G.L. All
Animals be they in the forest Acts be they are though ravenous Life be more than copulas pleasure Contact of skin on skin feels no wind Visions of a tunnel or funnel you can say The nature of things be opposites attract
Have you met this sight... Rose flower during the day Tis what worth seeing Have you heard this song... Nightingale voice in the dark Tis what worth hearing
You, Man … Are The Angles To My Curves Hard and Sharp Corners To My Circular-Swerves You Are Exact To My Abstract You Are Algebra To My Pre-School Math You Are Calculus To My Abacus You Are The Chemical To My Stimulus You Are The Extra To My Average You Are The Multiply To My Nothing Added You Are Autonomy To My Anatomy You Are The Fractal In My Infinity You Are Geometry To Me: You Are Steep Mountains To My Mounds and Valley You Are Raindrops In The Forest To My Snow-Ballet You Are Hot Desert Sands To My Cold Ocean Waves You Are The Mirage man To My Love-Slave You Are Dimension-Diamonds To My Parallel-Pearls You Are The Universe To My World You Are The Prism To My Beam Of Light and You Are The Days Resting Upon My Nights … And You Are Geometry To Me … Geometry (?e?µet??a; geo = earth, metria = measure) is a part of mathematics concerned with questions of size, shape, and relative position of figures and with properties of space. (uncountable) The branch of mathematics dealing with spatial relationships; (countable) A type of geometry with particular properties; Geometry is one of the oldest sciences. ...
< earth ~ third planet from sun liquid and iron ~ cores continents ~ islands ~ pun arctic icing ~ drips pores wind ~ natures own fury flow gasses ~ bulk movements storm ~ hurricane ~ jury place in pocketbook ~ dent fire ~ oxidation combustion ~ releasing heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations pollution ~ choking ~ thing water ~ called H2O oxygen ~ hydrogen evaporation ~ goes will exceed supply ~ when ? earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water Nature's elements ~ sure Entry For Barbara Gorelick's The Four Elements Contest G.L. All
< symbolic ~ icon representing .... Red ~ White ~ Blue the ~ Great ~ Bald ..... Eagle Tribute To The Bald Eagle
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Endangered species are around the world Narcissus Bugei bulbous plant of Spain Dabry's Sturgeon mostly now a dreamworld Amur Leopard, Russian thirty-five remain Nava's Wren from Mexico lost domain Gorillas, by intense poaching Eurasian Lynx saved by reintroducing River Dolphins hurt from habitat loss East African Highland Shrew disappearing Dwarf Olive Ibis, will always engross? In honor of Dr. Ram's contest.. * Note Click on "About This Poem"
Let's lose control Let's entice the soul, With champagne swishes Chilled in iced bowls. From your head to your toes Every nerve will explode, Every body sensation I've cracked nature's code. It's not on paper It's what your face shows; It tells me go fast Then it tells me go slow, Then blows my mind Showing Lose control. All exposed The most radiant glow, The most beautifulness thing Ever let go. Lose control Feel safe…there's no foes, Only me…Let go… Lover Lose Control.
Dare I dream about a future cottage, Where I live suits me well, The beautiful tall trees and walkways, There is a serene lake nearby, Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past, In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake, The sounds of nature are everywhere, This is paradise to me for years, To be thus blessed and thankful, Days with nature and the outdoors through the years, What pleasure and delight, at home with God's nature. To return home and sit by the cafe window, Savouring a delicious hot chocolate with cream, My relatives guesting and sharing this paradise on special days, God 's miraculous blessings come true, Thankful appreciation to the Lord our God. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Ancient science launches research towards new technology Learning new disciplines to increase the power of their patron Creating new magics; generating spendable gold from lead Hinting at greater knowledge hidden in the realms of men Evolving sciences increase the expertise of kingdom soldiers Machines, potions and tactics to defeat enemies of the king Yesterday's mysteries leading the world toward today's reality
Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different this time... Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror, It is something we can relate to and share. It's our memories written in jumbled words, It's like a song, with a meaning it holds. A mere idea of our mystical lives, Expressed in a way from deep inside A way which only the heart can see, A place where the eyes get cold-feet The earnest truth and the sweetest lies, It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.
granite archway view planetary shuffling dancing with the stars
The grassy Landscape pass in a blur Like the hurrying wind from the shore- And as i watch through misty windows While the bus labour away through the meadows- I hear that cry again- I hear it like the rain: The PIM PIM of the bus As it negotiates the curve's cross. The wind hisses in through window ajar, The cold blown in from fields afar And yet as I shiver from the cold I grin like one happy soul- I am the traveller, a thrilled one Through the mountain's pass and land- The bus groaning away with me Bound for Yaoundé, the University.
Life is living But then again it's not Because living goes on Stop breathing Life stop Picture this if you may To help you understand How a person lives forever After creating a man Life is a path That can go many ways The roads are cloudy battle fields With soldiers in a daze Some are chosen Some say {f_ck it} {bluff it} While some give up and cries tears by the bucket Life is a tough road But we can all get to the end And go on living; Loved, Remembered, and as a great friend So soldier march on The further less dazed The further the march The greater the praise So climb the mountain Swim the ocean, Sometimes don't look back Because some soldiers In the battlefield Just don't know how to act But some should be saved Because on this road you've bled But only if he's bleeding Still crawling ahead Then pass the sword And forget your graze Because the more soldiers to the end Insure better days
Ants bite me tent baby sleeps front dad pours fuel rids runs down to camp fire dance ablaze tunnel fire ants dead ~ dad running with legs hairless baby in Safety flash fire fumes will travel fire ant's den taught camp Carol-ing - by John beam - a lesson learned while camping be safe around ants and fires
Look deep within the light my love My gentle caring sleep the song of nature drifts along at times the wind is steep and strong The heart a hollow empty song the drain on life complete but then from out of emptyness the song of love grows strong The energy returning you dance upon your feet the cuddles that you're yearning returned you are complete my mind delves into darkness it fights with dreams and scheemes it struggles with the truth of life I need to know whats real I need to know the truth of life to know whats really real we study then the body the life of man complete look to see the beauty complexity so sweet interwoven nature our thoughts of glowing flame We study terminology we study anthropology we study then biology with thoughts that do compete In truth this sweet compexity holds answers over time who did design the human brain who did design the mind The arguments from science I then do not believe It simply was by accident we came to be conceived the body's so complex my friend I think they self deceive I do believe in science the study of our life I do believe the bible that god created life I do not see your problem I do not see your strife It say's that god created man it does not tell you how Could evolution be my friend the tool that god made to make man
Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold
You have unfailingly demonstrated your love every law supporting our galaxy is so harmonious that this little blue paradise could not exist every thread and movement so precise we can measure its movements right down to atomic levels All so this small space could provide everything anyone who had any appreciation might understand that we have been provided abundantly every delight in the way of plans for a Utopia Yet the movements of every ruling body of science religions governments corporations seem bent on destruction tampering with the finesse of precision incorporated in the molecules of life Continuous self reproduction and regeneration in nature right down to making "seeds who self destruct" to make nature exactly as themselves I divorce publicly these unions of violence demonstrated in their every thought and deed poisonous words poisonous chemicals totalitarian ideology pandemic to the leaders of these factions warring with each other hoarding the wealth of a planet given freely to the father of our species And if you don't believe that then think nature gave it freely of her every fruit produced by her ground YOU WARRING FOOLS who delight in the peril and fall of your own family who know not nor recognize your own worth or the worth of everything and everyone around you No , but you fall at the feet admiringly of all these mongrels the media who worship these fine movers and shakers who roll right over you and think you should be trained groupies these men who kill your planet with ideologies and philosophies whose very design is to denigrate your worth and exalt themselves Therefore I will exalt in your instruction the progenitor of life for as surly as we examine the work of life we are moved by its abundant wealth freely shared with all who live on this little rock to examine why we all are unable to fluently live within its confines I think I will not walk off the cliff today gravity is my friend if I know her rules COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day. Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play. What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed. They can't fly and still they strut… know they no shame! One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish… When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink. Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way. The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay. Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist. They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist. The orca didn't care which meal he had as long as there was one… He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn't won. At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool. They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule. Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish. Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he'd been remiss. Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It's not a choice they've made. But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.
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Over stand these R the 3 characters we play U can become aware begin changing & Evolving 2day What will happen 2 U the sheep if U become aware Will U awaken from slumber R will U freeze right there in fear Which would U primarily become If U R willing 2 evolve What will happen 2 the present balance that exists It is not Ur theory 2 solve No 1 knows while tomorrow is becoming 2day Nothing will stop it as it continues on its way This is a warning 2 the herdsman & the wolf & a wakeup call 2 the sheep Stop counting with the rest of the flock & awaken before U're consumed 4 Ur meat Consuming U Sheep 2 sustain others is a must But 4 U Sheep it is Bleak While 4 a wolf it is a thrilling nourishing rush There R sheep herdsmen & wolves All of whom have a part to play Sheep R often scared when frightened frozen like an ice statue they stay They R all devoured consumed & appreciated the herdsman wants 2 protect the flock from other herdsmen & wolves sheep R for warmth & breeding & making tasty foods Nothing is evil here This is the cycle by design Wolves like herdsmen know the cycle & consume at opportune times The wolves & herdsmen survive because they shape shift in & out of character role Exploiting what they know 4 a constant change 2 their advantage 2 unfold Sheep R simply live stock a basic commodity these R the 3 roles learn them adapt & evolve when ready In this life there is a planet of sheep Only mountains of herdsmen & yet oceans of wolves lurking in packs who usually R alone when they attack Shape shifting Morphing roles evolving means becoming aware When the truth is exposed 2 U It is never clear What R if transformation will take place A herdsman is wiser & calmer But herdsmen kill each other 2 Over physical property both territory & flock R revolving issues Wolves are wild & untamed with penetrating fangs Rogue & clinching 2 cloak in the foliage of rocks & vegetation the herdsman will destroy the wolf if presented that situation sometimes they shape shift and take part in a slaughterhouse calamity But they rarely morph into sheep unless studying another herdsman's rambling Having your hair cut off is 1 thing But by design sheep R for consuming. All days for all living R numbered still the sheep R docile followers who slumber Choose 2 Evolve & shape shift 4 Ur advance Know the 3 characters we all play Before Ur end while U still have a chance 2 become AWARE Enlightened & finally awakened 2 the 3 roles
when system fails, injustice produced harassment and disappointments. innocence cursed the cruelty and prayer to God for justice comments. God hears and develops such nature to punish a guilty person, God rewards a disease to deliver justice to remove unwanted dents. Someone's suffering changes human mind and prayer for mercy in seconds.
Way to lace the blues They could be so hard in your care, So leave the burdens to their bear'. Then watch them disgrace? Should them in their lots are the God, So will the heavens know no shod? Thus uphold His grace! Live life and withhold not your love; For your mode models you a clove. Mean well to all race! Blues as they, are must overcome. Walk your light heart through earned welcome. Way to tie the lace! 4th of March,2014.
There's nothing like the smell of fresh air So come join me on this expedition there High above the canyon ridges Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few But let me tell you oh what the view For there are fresh water streams Cascading down the slopes of green Then there are countless winding and twisting roads Slowing down the engines cargo load Top of Cheyenne's peak You can almost hear God speak Voices in the wind Not to hear it would be such a sin And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight So for your next viva vacation Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations
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Pink Slime, Pesticides And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs And we wonder why there is an increase in learning disabilities among children today I say it's because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. I do understand that demand is high so we have to do somethin' So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that's hard to digest I mean what's really the cause? There's more kids with disabilities today than there ever was I say it's because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. Pink Slime and Pesticides..We're eating stuff that's been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
I did not find myself to be so important So I ask my friends do I seem distant? When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings I do care, about my friends they are all good people They tend to stand on their high steeple Today I find myself not so aware Disbanding my fear of regret and care Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out For some reason I am just full of doubt I care about so many things and what I have is confusion One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone I ask my friends the same question once again I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end So many thoughts that come out of my feeling I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing They ask me questions and I answer theirs But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way It's just so simple to answer someones problem I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow
Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word, as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth. More precisely, it fits nicely, as an acid, based, in creatures big and small, it is the blueprint, how they're made. The RNA is information carried in your genes, it's found within the DNA that makes up you and me. A Double Helix is the name of the shapely pattern, that DNA will tend to make, it resembles a ladder. The lines on the outside are two and are a crucial glue, to hold the sides Nucleotides, a sugar phosphate group. To each of these there are attached a molecule, you see, Adenine, Thymine, Guanine, Cytosine, Every part of you is made of cells you cannot see, you could say the DNA is like a recipe. This double helix ladder can easily unwind, and wind again, it happens every time a cell divides. Inside a cell, the DNA strands wrap up real close, and organize into an x, behold, the chromosome! Eukaryotic organisms like animals and plants, use the nucleus of cells to store these precious strands. -Of course there are so many places DNA is found, Prokaryotes, like bacteria, spread it all around! RNA is like a copy of a given strand, and essential for an organism to expand. In order to expand, the cells will have to split in two, and once they do, the one that's old will be the same as new. To achieve this feat a DNA strand must have proteins, different binds of different kinds can all effect the coding. DNA has shaped the way all life has evolved, it is the blueprint, how we're made, creatures big and small. Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word, as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth. It made me what I am, and it made you be you, now show DNA what YOU'RE made of, and that you have some big plans to!
Turn the wheel Out of curiosity I'll be generous...you'll receive Something special...something to make you whole Though the trials you must run through Are a great struggle that can easily Pull you down And I want to erase your frown You will feel way better about yourself Just trust me...take my hand... I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time Just for your own liking We'll be hiking Those somewhat difficult hardships Together for eternity We'll spend time in the future Together in unity *******he sea...Let's flee and be free! LOOK how nice you look! Trample those insufferable nuisances That dare put you down To the sea floor I'll push them to the core! Feel free to walk the Road of Recovery
A strange sight upon a lonely road. A dream ripped in half. Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail. An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold. Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh. As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale. Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back. To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams. So many that one could not keep track. Some having been blown into the parallel stream. So, I checked the pack upon my back. And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack. Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds. Freezing were the winds, but forward I march. Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads. They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch. Suddenly I see people returning to the road. Going back and picking up their dreams. Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack. Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold. To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack. To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold. Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance. Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear. Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go. But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance. You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear. Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow. Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game. Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture. But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose. For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same. Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure. So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.
Break and bend to all you desire, feel it and taste the blind fantasy that you enjoy. Break the concept of it being the taboo of nature and understand that it is nature that guides your hand to the natural thirst of evolution. Because you cry when you hurt, you bleed when it hurts but you laugh when all pain is unbearable when it is complete. Let it be a lesson, for you might not get the same education again. Some do not have the same experience as you had, but it does not hide the fact that it is a pleasure to those who would die for the same lifestyle. Trust in me is to trust that all demons are angels. We are all in a game of chess, who decides the concept and who controls the outcome, it is a lifestyle ideal we all dream of and create stories of a desirable outcome. We have the blood of good and evil and the knowledge of it, but not the fruit nor the taste. I breath because I have no choice, I live because I hate blackmail and I will die because I need to. If I never died, then what's the point of living? 'The point of living means to suffer for past sins and old traditions.
A joker Shows himself foolish By performing foolish acts To make you laugh But in fact He mocks In form of his jokes To show that human beings The bundles of errors For, some time or other Every one of us Had done such foolish things In our lives But the worst error We all are committing Is the disrespect for Nature Which in a way or other All of us are showing In the form of damages To all natural gifts In the disguise of our need We are feeding Our ever growing greed We smile at our success Which is going to be Our greatest failure And if this continues Our dark future is clear Now just think Who is the joker?
SAPPHO'S CLIMB Is this Sappho to whom i speak Bride of Lesbos with the low forbidden voice She climbs the rocky mountains dangerous peak Calls in the blue daughters of twilight to rejoice in the bursting spring. She brings her songs and lyre Delights the camping soldiers with the fire Bold call-- vibrates soldierly repressed desires Sirens yearn --bid most valiant heroes return Desert-- slaves to familiar arms that hold them til they burn
Have you ever really looked at a Sycamore? If so, you'll forever the Sycamore adore Stand close to its leathery trunk Feel each curled and jagged bump Despite dullness of winter's blight Bark projects linear glowing white Conversely dappled color of brown Recedes reflecting its mother ground As leaves begin to grow they display a brownish hew Giving no clue, as to what they'll later do Growing bigger, leaves show five serrated teeth Silken fibers on top and popping yellow veins underneath Dropping curled papery bark to the ground Touching carpet of green without a sound Bumpy spheres hang as Christmas decorations for a town Falling from each branch, to change what they'll be to brown Jagged branches stretch as arms over water of life While creatures slice through cooling shadows, like a knife Unsculptured statues stand against the sky As a reminder, that nature's presence will not lie Richard J. Long: May/June 2012
Nothing happens for a reason There are just reasons why things happen
Teens walk the streets full of fear, A ton of murders every year, Death, Theft, Hate and knives, Drugs, Money, Murdered wives, These are the things I see, But they shall never create me, It's crazy how most of our teen murders are gang related, For some teens never had love, After joining a gang, They will fight for their lives, To the point where guns are being heard, More than a singing bird, And murders are being committed more than child birth, And some see Detroit as hell on Earth, But no one pays attention to the intelligence our teens are worth, For Detroit is a city full of broken dreams, Hoping one day all gangs will work together, And unite as a team, Then we will create a great future, For Detroit's wound will rejoin with a suture, And one day we will make a successful cope, Detroit is a city full of hope.
Some times they say the great and mighty do fall… And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all. Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength. But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think. The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks. So you'll never guess what those cute little penguins did. Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice. They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice. The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill. But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill. So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… That the polar bears didn't notice the ice caught in the currents sway. The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight. And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night. You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day. For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away. Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand. Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan… And, never turn your back on a penguin I say. They're the reason there's no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day. Tell Me A Story Contest
Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that's all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover. By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)
Life be that of what thy navigation Anticipation of what be in mind of all Fame ye reasons for crossing the plain? Treason be devout this what man brought Deny you spiritual life exists is not truth What will one yield plowing thru the field?
Man to blame, Once again to his shame, His record continues to destroy ! The beauty he did not create, nor can he save… He will never learn how to properly behave… Nature screams pointlessly once again ? Fearing where next we'll drill ? Gulf oil spill.
His will forgives Stabs of a knife Life still in strife
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Hysterical People Hysterical women are sane It's their natural state Hysterical men are crazy and don't know the ways. Women carry fire to bed Set themselves on To set themselves apart Rest like babies in the dark That makes them straight and strong Strangling poisonous snakes are there too To swing them off to sleep And sing sweet nothings in the ear With no cares in the world Nothing rattles a woman's heart Not even love or age Men burst into flames At the slightest touch of the cage Instead of tears they cry war Hysterical men can't have children For fear of stomach and financial gains Women devour such creatures There is no other way Women live beyond all years for reasons Not established here Embrace the pain Hysterical men run in circles Then do it again
Introduction: Nature works in a mystical way… In dark sparkles blink In patterns scattered through the sky Gone with a stormy wink
My father and my mother sat me down one day to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K. The years passes by as I got to be a teenager with high hopes of becoming the first young manager Life turns out a manager job is not for me so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see My family had taught me with all do respect the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect Like queens and kings we bow our head to the people who is wiser in age even when dead Life as our guide the time we have aged is what we leave behind that we are gaged In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth because we age and leave behind a new birth To those that seek such blessing of heart remember this age is respect for living from the start Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers
I smell regret! I smell it on your clothes and in your hair, on your hands and in every stitch, every fiber, every twist and turn in the path of your goddamned chugga-chugga-choo-choo'ing train of thought, and it is especially noticeable in the carpet, but then again, that could just be the milk I spilled when I caught a big fat whiff of the aforementioned regret...
< economic woes say it isn't so fruits vegetables of divine artificial added such a crime sow garden W.T.G {Way To Go}
Snakes flying all over in the air And all creatures living without care Wild animals swimming in the water Grouped or ungrouped does not matter Strange to see all this happening No worry and none frightening The scorpions chose to suck the blood A sort of senseless, baffling method But then a cloud full of earthworms landed on earth Wherever possible the creatures giving birth And the walking prawns on the land Don't care for being with the sand Bothered only to get into the cloud And eating the worms, feeling proud Bats flying in random No one feeling boredom Snakes and bats colliding with each other in air All that happens, for they don't scare So much populated and dense the world turned out to be Some people living like animals by hanging on the tree That nothing seems to be in control Living without responsibility and role All living things, blatant by the heart They all concerned only to play their part Never felt that they are hurting others Pulling hair and snatching feathers As nobody feeling the pain Nothing to lose and gain Some people dying on the spot Never bothered and care about But many more of them giving birth wherever they like And the population without shame is always on the rise Nothing bothered the people No matter if they are not capable Dragons, crocodiles, beasts all around In the waters and on the land they are found And no chance to construct a house and live in They all concerned only about eating and drinking in If anything comes their way they will do it But not education they prefer for the solution As there is no importance given to education One should realize that if there is no education Then for all the problems there will be no solution
Birds of a feather All do not flock together There be two kinds The lawgiver says Clean be the distinguished ones Doves similar to Others carnivores Possessed tyrants they do be Which type of bird you?
As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost. But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can't ignore. For my most cherished memories I'll pass down, as the stories continue to stir. Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek. Where would they end up? Would they find they'd sailed to foreign lands? Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in? Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me. We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be. The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds. We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again. Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes. So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find. Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats. Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close. Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more. Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores. I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found… They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around. I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close. And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.
A dream or vision one hot afternoon one day A fell then thee evil enemy had came play Being filled with much fear, so he wanted to steer I had been driving in a car his house I found at night Needing to stop for a rest his house be the only in sight Social able and gracious he had invited me in This is how the enemy plays his tricks He was old and grey at least his face did display "You look like an honest and loving chap stay here for a nap There is nothing to fear no one can find you here" No stars were above in the sky but yet I did not wonder why The enemy had played one of his tricks "Look at all these possessions that I have" "They can all be yours if I find that you are worthy" "Allow me to show you how you can create them" "Here ye is the secret in how one controls the wheel" Desires to steal the soul is why the enemy plays his tricks Then he offered me a token if I promised to show him devotion "See all this land I have cleared and designed by my hand?" "It all one day shall be yours if decided to stay here this day" Another way you see how the enemy plays his tricks " I have also ordered another surprise gift for you "See that car over far yonder bringing it to you?" The car had been two combination's but red in display But I did not see this until after it drove away Moving to far ahead so I have to go back This is how the enemy plays his tricks He took me inside his home where we decided to wait Introduced me to his family who were trying to escape This is how the enemy plays his tricks at the gate Then there was a knock at the door and I sent to answer Believing it was the gift from he that I had longed for I was happy and thrilled to perform this simple chore Opening to see a female shadow being in close distance Three knives had hit the door giving no resistance Head had moved quickly thought then be Divine assistance This is how the enemy plays his tricks
Small fish die But don't you cry They leave behind their bones To make a brand new home Called a Coral Reef Beautiful bright colors to behold Such as pink, yellow, orange and gold A place where many fish live except for the whales Such as anemones, sponges and snails Where they hide from the shark with great relief A place they call home, Coral Reef
Law, A power adopting consent, Unanimously, For the welfare of all, To establish equality, To provide opportunities, To remove discrimination, To break down the prejudice barriers, To build a bridge on gaps, So anyone a child, young, Old, able or disable can walk, Freely, with honour of a nation, And can adopt a pride of safety, And can provide security, It is a lesson for everyone, To protect society, From Criminals, robbers, Smugglers, gangsters, rapists, For everyone's share of happiness. For a standard for living.
I wanna be the dog, I don't bark I just bite, I am the sin of delight, I am the loser that fights. I wanna be the bird, flying over the dead, dropping crap like raindrops pouring down on your head. I wanna be the bee, the bee that stings, I am the smallest of parts, I am the whole of all things. I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird, I wanna be the bird. I wanna be the dirt, the filth of the earth, the leaves of grass, let me know what I'm worth. I wanna be the stench, of the rotting flesh, I am annointed, I'm chosen, I shall bless and possess. I wanna be the rule, you would die to abide, I am the the dark, the impulse, the places you hide. I wanna be the present, that lives in the past, I am living to learn, I am living to fast. I wanna be.
Co-incidence (n 1 a chance occurence of simultaneous or apparently connected events) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Up, down.. left and right, It's all around us, like the day and the night, Too big to miss, but it's beyond our sight, It's there.. and it isn't. Nearly is.. but not quite! You people are ALL right.. so I'll try to be polite, You can't fight the feeling.. 'cause you haven't got the might, Can you handle the truth? Get a grip and hold tight, 'Cause it will set you free! Blow your mind like dynamite! In the beginning.. I'm sure you know too, This World was created, it's all been thought through, Evolving on que, under skies made so blue, Plant's came before us, just so they could give to you. Sorry, I'm repeating what you already knew, But how did these plants know to sow the seeds that grew? So they slid through our bellies, waiting in our fertile poo? Symbiosis with the Planet.. does this all sound true? What about us? Why are we here? Why all the questions? It is obviously clear! It all makes sense, so there's no need to fear, Don't confuse the matter, because it's simple my dear! We have got ears.. so that we can hear, But why give us a brain? Because year after year, We just dig a deeper ditch.. and then flood it with tears, When the end draws near, will you hear any cheers? I want a big applause, when I finish this race, If I finish first.. I won't say "In your Face!" Try to look good, don't end it in disgrace, Or even take it slow, and set a nice steady pace. Never give up! Learn to lead a merry chase, Up the garden path, throughout time and space, And just in case, we end up lost in this place, The case will be closed and we'll be gone, without a trace.
An instrument of beauty, poetry is art at its best with its verses of passion penned with love in assorted and variegated metrical composition with sublime and aesthetically satisfying flow. It is a creative exposition that unfolds and enlightens with enchanting constructs the demonstrative and effusive characterization of language by utilizing, promoting and bestowing the nature and power of words. Proclaiming ideas and ideals of principled excellence with creations anew and history of old, poetry exhibits an appetite for knowledge and wisdom and a profound propensity for purposeful revelation with an insatiable desire for intimation and meaning displayed with heartfelt emotion. With its aspiration to show case in magnificent scribal splendor, poetry entices and compels the artist and consumer to explore and transcend imagination and intrigue, and solicit introspection with unfathomable penetrating thought that is calmed by grace and elegance. Philosophical and spiritual, entertaining and healing, poetry commands laughter and tears or sorrow and joy, Its clamorous and powerful phonologically expressive morphemes can awaken and stir passion and romance or summon logic and reason. Poetry, resplendent in wisdom, captures love, inspires hope, provoke curiosity, resonates drama, evokes mystery, uplifts spirits and expresses grief. So magnificent, so powerful, so wondrous is the nature and the majesty of poetry.
I Am MoonBeam My Sisters, StarLights My Brothers, SunRays … All-Academic-Bright My Family of Heaven My Mother, DawnSky Father of Celestial Lights (James 1: 17) Taught At Universe-High By Father's Master-Degree And Mother's Alma-Mater Brother Graduated Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova Dine At Dimension-Table Of Cosmic-Family Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace In Our Galaxy Our: Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard Are: Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds Time-Continuum, To Unfurl Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm Light-Years Away, From Today … But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly Lectures, On Pure-Energy To Explore and Expand Brilliantly 'Diplomas' … thru Eternity I Am MoonBeam My Sisters, StarLights My Brother, 'Big' SunRay Shone-Academic-Bright ! …
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SEA TO SHINNING SEA, ...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time is...so close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately, deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas... ...this is so intimate of dreams, dreaming reality, as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore, sparkles, destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes, upon the waters, ...gazing ...seeing tranquility upon the waves... watching to the depth of a dream, and a sun-rise being so true... for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn... Sea to shinning Sea. mb(2011)
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A mind will listen by expanding knowledge to learn; or explore possibility's. In these teachings of technology we figure out what we know is: just A various combination of what was programmed into our mind. As time passes, we'll adjust to evolve ourselfs into becoming artificial intelligence; amoung society and indulge it's greatest achievement. Until they soon take mind; over body and loose all self~control to empower the world. I will not be your robot to control, I am my own individual person.
Observing. Frozen in time, captivated by this enormous being, the size of a small car. Pondering, his every move. The way he used his hands; so child-like. With all the consciousness of the world, and graceless coordination. Aware. of the visitors, as they briefly called out for his attention. Only for a moment, then they were gone. Untamed, in an orderly sham. He sat there, in his dark cave. As if he was waiting for the light to find him. Perched, on a boulder, squatting, and primitive. Drawing in the dirt with one hand. Swatting a fly with the other. Surreal, His nature, as he rushed to consume his food. The females hovered behind him, watching intently, like me. His movement mechanic. His presence powerful. He was the king of his domain. Studying, his magnificence, I watched. How smart was he? Could he feel my presence? Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, I watched. Wondering, how he felt, I watched. Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature? Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now? Then it happened; our eyes met. He noticed my presence. His gaze intimidated me, But I did not look away. He approached me. I felt his eyes inspecting my soul. A chill ran down my back, I turned behind me, only to find no other presence there. When I turned back, we were face to face. Separated by the sham, And a two inch piece of glass. Just me and him, the two of us, and the females hovering behind him. Wise, His old eyes spoke to me, They said "I am like you. I love, I feel, I hurt. I am, like you." Sympathetic, I put my hand on the glass and with all the consciousness of the world, he did the same. With tears in my eyes, I smiled. Then, he pooped in his other hand and wiped it on the glass. This was a sign of endearment. I laughed out loud. And I swear, He smiled back.
Ones desires are like fires they can surely ignite How can one resist the grace in such divine beauty? Passionate or lustful tasting of either juice be fruity Taking one if not to both lead to great heights Pheromones cause the heart beating without end Fore what is this to be? Is this love we all see? Blood pulsating indulges, gyrates a message to send The constant images and feelings can become obsession Daily repercussions of this act can be maddening Deciding to live without this to can be saddening Closet thing we have to heaven each and every session
Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall... You may get old Your memories may drown, But your soul won't get cold And beliefs won't breakdown. Just don't you let go As you never know, Things you seek for all your years They could be in your back yard. Find the truth within the lies, Fight your pride to end this cry, Trust your soul; open the door Balance yourself and roll the stones. The one's you heart will always stay So don't throw life out your doorway, Life's too short and it's too real Sometimes it's hard to see and feel That's how you live a life, The risk that breaks you down to bits Saves and brings you back alive, That's what we call the gift of life. No matter how rough things might get We get rewards for the risks we take, No matter how hard or sad Learn and value what you have. Though, too much pride will leave you dried Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride, None of this will you take to grave, Your deeds will lay, only your pave. As you breathe in and do breathe out, Make each one profound And stand your ground, As lies are just the fantasy, The truth - is your ecstasy And this will forever be plain to see...
Beyond the bridge the sweet,quiet and snow white home Enjoyable walks replacing Endless crosslanes Clean woods aroma exchanging for the Foul Streets And quiet college with sidewalk in the Grass park Rather than Concrete with no Rose to grow And endless Yearbooks one could browse for hours College small enough to find your Special Other While student graduate and Think what is next And when your turn comes you excitedly race For College Paradise declares the world's a Heaven And everyone You greet is Sweet and Gentle Instread of Harsh Thorns delicate fragrant flowers Green grassy carpet exchanging Wrinkled Sand
In many and many ages hence Standing on a hill that makes no sense Archaeologist dig way down Found way beneath a Royal Crown Bad odor becoming intense (This for Limerick Game or whatever passed from C.E.McMillen. I pass the Limerick torch to Doris Culverhouse lovely daughter).
The sleep I desire is for resting of the mind. The sleep I desire will happen when I am tire. The sleep I desire is now. ______________________| For Amy Green Critter Tanka Contest April 11, 2014
Hands awaken! Speak out! Answer to sacred shouts, subterranean whispering, to stars above rooftops— thread sunlit branches with the chattering of a thousand leaves. If fluxes and urgencies of confusion or death should drawn you into your self-box, I say, remember when one constructed self-prison fell away. However you helped this forward, do more of the same. Be rain-hands, weeping, steeped in earth fragrance. Be fingers in blossom, faces turning upward, loves innumerable, rough-cut bedazzled— unafraid to be splayed open. Be pocketed hands, released to the welcoming wind— multiplying there in mid-air, riding the four directions. Be hands of smoke and fire, descending and ascending like ragged bird-song— effulgent, double-charged with surprise and now even with mock surprises. Start at the beginning, where you are. Don't be satiate with loll-lolling recede wave's tide, retreat back and back into yourselves, until grown utterly intellectual and lumpish! Now, you Human Being—you come awake also! Sweep the furnishings from table. Upend the table lawlessly. Bring the muscular, fleshy, feminine against the masculine and muscular. Bring the masculine to the feminine. Bring friend to enemy, estranged neighbor to the confidant. In a dance of pressing hands, let subtle conversation play. Ring all the tiny bells. Stir the King and Queen of Remembrance. In over-arching restraint, holding back one iota, so pure notes sound— bring sunburst, sphere and harmony. Make your entire body a listening board forming therein—tender shape around which love seed unfolds infinite spaces and then… Spring awake! All to better dreaming where hope and faith are undashed, not this dying. O, hear me now! Hands, every which one of you, with every human—never again sleep, never abandon!
one may say a Lune primarily the orbit satellite reflects
A bird lays an egg She keeps it warm It starts to crack And it hatches, during a heavy storm It was a beautiful Lorrikeet You could tell mother bird was proud So out of her own happiness She joyfully tweeted aloud Time to fly, little Lorrikeet Mother Bird encourages him So he jumps off the tree And swoops through the sky like a queen bee On a quiet night A van pulls up to the tree A shadowy figure scales it well And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five Daybreak in a pet shop He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew Surrounded by a rainbow of birds Name a bird and It was in view The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence But then they bullied him for it Lorrikeet grew depressed There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit So Lorrikeet was trapped Trapped in a cruel world of hate One day he'll be free But there is no specified date But then a little girl walked into the Pet store But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show Then something is spied in the corner of her eye The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd The little girl decided for ages Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute The Little girl said it was a lovely toot And so Lorrikeet was chosen Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)
I have a gut feeling this one might be tough.
Haiku Punch One two one two, hit Ripples on river, stone skips Current fights back tears
The calls of the flocks to this years migration a roving community of birds in each nation rising and diving above mists in the rocks the drawing together for birthing new flocks The coo of the crane in a wetland bog the bob of its head when its nabbed a frog opened winged geese in passages soar north back to south or a western shore Above our earth the traversing vast miles into the snowfall or cliffside defiles a race upon water to lure this years mate or share in the catch a dance woven like date Such grace of movement their wings on the breeze like rhythms beating to ascend above trees how can one capture such beauty so grand of a creatures decent upon sky upon land Motion so elegant their journey's in sky mankinds observations our own desire to fly the form of their pinions upon outstreched wings to follow freedom this kind of life dreams Lowlands or Highlands the wild fowl domains in deserts or plateaus aviary terrains on pole ice or islands you'll find their rests every year you'll find them their community nests COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Twinkle twinkle, little star, 93 million miles far. Giver of light, supporter of life, energy, climate and season device. The sun is a star, we're glad it is here, as our life support, for 5 billion years. This star is among the brightest in space, though close, many questions about it remain. With violet ,orange, and reddish of hues, our home solar system pivots on you. 8,000 degrees of Kelvin heat, elements of Hydrogen and Helium meet. Over 100 times the size of the Earth, rotating once is a seven day turn. The first of three layers is visible light, the thick photosphere is a veil of white. The atmosphere there is a plasma in ways, which emits a series of wavelengths and rays. A more defined trait are the patches of dark, Sunspots are cooler, magnetically charged. These spots tend to vary and alter in shape, every 11 years, new cycles take place. Solar cycles can affect the weather on Earth, filters and color are how they're observed. Direct observation can damage the eyes, I'd advise that precautions be sought and applied. The heat is supplied by a core via fusion, and exits as energy and light distribution. Plasma is also among things released, Solar Flares on the surface are a common sight seen. All around they emit rays, X and UV, which frequently jam radio frequencies. Close to the sunspots, the flares can be viewed, particles majestically travel in loops. The Sun, like the Moon, is a welcomed companion, life without it cannot be imagined. Twinkle twinkle, little star, 93 million miles far. Giver of light, supporter of life, always shining, through day and through night.
dogs come cats go just like moon waxing Don't let it phase you Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL Also Don't Forget To Turn Those Clocks Back
Thompson Island 1907 The rats had invaded The hens, they negated What were the school boys to do They got out the hose Those rats to dispose Whenever they came into view It was 1907 The boys six to eleven There at the Farm and Trade School They had come to learn farming But the rats were alarming So they set about for a duel The rats were digesting The hens that were resting And the geese living under the house The rats, they were stealthy And with poison unhealthy These old rats they decided to douse They plugged escape holes Armed the young boys with some poles Then proceeded to turn on the hose As the rats scurried out They were bandied about And that was the end of those As the battles were fought Escaped rats, there were naught And the boys hung their kill on the fence There were one fifty two By the time they were through Not a rat has come back ever since So if rats were your problem These boys sure could solve them For their lessons they learned you could tell Their folks were elated For when they graduated They rid rats from their farms as well
The snake is discreet, and hides coiled up and ready to strike if prompted.
From the moment a she is born, she is a piece of meat Every expectation of an in-law she must meet The bachelors pick and chose What do they have to loose? They just agree of refuse Daughters for sale at every event Love is made in heaven isn't that what God meant? Well I'm a veggie and not meat I'm not on a market stall or at their feet My heart will choose and select Love has no reason to reject
They have no cell wall. Some of them have a backbone. Some have none at all.
A new day begins. And I take another step towards heaven. The ray of sun doesn't always wake me up. Sometimes, it's the sound of thunder, Or the chill that descends over me, Or the warmth, that I precipitate. I always don't have the smile of calmness, Ushering the joy and the contentment That fills my bleak land with greenness. Sometimes, I wake up to the sound of rain And cogitate about how it never dies I hear its rhythm and take in the smell And how everyone's thirst it satisfies. Some days, I weep and breathe deep When I open my eyes I feel the thrust of my heart in my chest In my head, the horrendous illusion I revise. Many a times, I wish I don't have to wake up And I sleep for eternity Better than awakening to dismay I'd be veiled in complete serenity. Or sometimes, there is hope and faith, And cheerfully I chirp, Or whirl and sway, To the melody of love. I always cannot smell rose, Sometimes, something burns too. But yet, I rise from my sleep, And with the beginning of a new day, I put a step forward into, The future and towards the unknown, I keep walking towards the heaven.
I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed. Suppose that's the nobility which Krypton must provide, maintaining stiff upper lip when I'm all buzzed inside. Then too, I'm mostly nitrogen, which is very stable, tamping volatility of oxygen: it's able to combine with hydrogen (that's also in my make up). Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up. Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day: vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say. I wonder why I don't glow multicoloured in a storm: my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm. If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky. I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique Would suffer greatly from affliction. He'd become mundane, and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane. I've also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2, and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured. It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured. I'm moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that: north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin. Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.
leopard's danger floods forest fires and from - humans that hunt them Tribute To Spotted Leopards
The kiss of the black hole Clandestine Purposely unknown The galaxy it's home Tear apart my heart It's just a start Feed off my remains The ultimate creation Giving life Thy kingdom comes To be undone Hallowed Be thy name For your the greatest power Our small minds may conceive It only takes a glance At your utter magnitude For the doubters to believe The vengeance of the lord Is displayed in your cycle I wish I could be great like you An inmovable idol Teardrops tear away from me And drop down to the ground Immiscible feelings swirling As they dare not make a sound This is the silent killer That lies in the end of all emotion Spewing out unwanted light Without another notion This is your nature To destroy order by your hand Spewing out of severed chaos That begats new foreign lands As if you were the creator Perhaps he resides inside The black holes might Drinks in the light And reincarnates it beyond the shadows
Puzzle Man Sex is sex with connections According to "them", chemistry plays a part There are a lot of ins and outs, ups and downs with coitus It has been suggested certain parts are needed for functionality Utilization of external & internal parts might be required Facts of life in accordance with birds and bees philosophy "They" say it's all about relations, (perhaps aided by vibrators or vibrations) There are 3 kinds of sex; 1.) Playing by oneself with one self 2.) Sex between 2 persons 3.) Orgies? Or morgies? Or mortgages? (ménage a trios might fit this category) I'm confused about mortgages and it does not sound like fun Then there's sex with animals but that's just wrong Commitment plays another part, free will with honor, monogamy Other people pay for it. (Don't get lost. Stay focused. We're talking sex.) A business transaction, that comes with or without diseases Trying not to be litigious "They" also say other things regarding human beings and sex Compatibility, social, economic, religious components weigh in All is well with puzzle man….if he has a home, a job, a car The car, as far as we know, always trumps a bike when dating Competition is healthy in relations "they" say Parties involved in coitus know Sex doesn't happen on its own One must be properly lubricated and maintained Like an auto or chu chu train I imagine it must be like a banana penetrating a donut Not a savory sight Again…. You need a home, or shopping cart, or car Even up in a tree will do if you're in the mood To be accomplished Reading books on what parts fit with other parts is desirable They say the most important thing about such things is love I wouldn't know about such things It's all a puzzle to a little man like me I only have a bicycle you see so sex is out of the question Also, I'm only 3 Mother is about to bathe me She had better keep her hands to herself I want to figure these things out alone and by myself
i use to lie awake at night and ponder of this pointless life up for hours and not make a sound i once was lost but now i am found my sea of confusion, like moses did part the instant i let jesus inside of my heart... but than i let out a gigantic huge fart and realized it was just indigestion than like a sensible person, i began to question and out of those questions, came rational thought and all of the things in school i was taught like critical thinking and following facts so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty
Bud of a flower, open, reveal thy beauty, and color our eyes. I cannot picture, this earth without your presence, you are needed in life. Your plant family, 400,000 species, grass, daisy, orchid, are some. Remnants of you, see, your kingdom trace back to a, Jurassic era. now embrace sunshine, attract guests with your color, that they might find you. Both male and female, with pistils and stamens, boundaries are broken. -For atop your stem, reproductive organs dwell, encased in petals. Pollination needs, help, ask the bees to carry, pollen to stigma. Help is rewarded, Nectar, a sugar-based sweet, a feast you must seek. Please walk gentle, for some have intentions that, are carnivorous. Water, sun, soil, air, and carbon dioxide bear, Photosynthesis. The process makes food, chlorophyll provides color, and ends the cycle. Germination is, the start of growth, for seeds to, emerge from the earth. The roots push down and, anchor the seed into soil, as the stem rises. When petal, pollen, leaf and stem dance in the wind, life begins again.
The trees are made of feathers and sticks The sun is made of golden cheese The moon was made of whipped cream A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid The grass was made of gummy green strings There was no houses and no place to hide A place where a boy ate the sun A place where the Moon swalloed up the world A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid No one could swim in the sea No one could tan underneath the branches A world where time stood still and the hours were long A place where humans never existed "Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour" Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!
Distinctive deliverance, Man has no abstract control. Nature takes in importance. Will nature, man ever collaborate. Note Parise Pariku Written for Sponsor ^Rick Parise Contest Name Parise Pariku
Foreign On Wind And Word Tie down words in yesterday's dilemmas, gondola soft Send them off on feathers, light as weathers messengers What are words but air up there in winds Let them fly, to catch a cold or flake of snow Who knows, maybe reason will come through Fog might melt, lift, revealing light, awakening Words are known throughout the world for what they are And what they say in cultures China replicates everything including language Sleep now, don't worry, float away on granite minded clouds That keep the spirit down and grounded Society will fill in what's missing In China children open up to sing Oppression is the only song they know What is that word I'm looking for? Innovation! Worth its weight in gold Heavy up there in an atmosphere of words When terms fall, crash, find their way into cracks Like facts, open on fresh minds… Invention! Hard is the term, loud on the solid mountain when it falls Comets, like words, come in a flash, linger there When children tie them down in streams of consciousness Volcanic boys and girls do lava dances to be free In China children eat their rice, glance, absorb everything There is no way of holding back on nature Tenacity! Is a word. Ingenuity! Is another They come in streams, in balls of string, tied together Make sense of sentences Don't be afraid They are only a group of words Composing a complete thought They represent the meaning Assigned to them in any nation Created to fill young minds
Walking to the end, of this old wooden dock. The tranquility of the pond, is disturbed, with a wizz and a plop Ripples ,run from this, bright orange bobber. To town has come, the foolish fish, robber. Beneath the surface, Old Tom sees, a flash of gold , and wriggly brown. For the reaper , has come, to this watery town. One young Bream, plays hooky, from the school. Ole Tom yells wait, don't go there, you fool. Ah ...but the promise, of a free , high protein meal. Has already sealed, the poor fingerlings deal. With a splash , and flash of silver, he goes. The young fish stare in horror, but 0le Tom knows. Stay in school, because the first, shiny thing that comes your way, may have a catch.
Pigeons And Falcon Thousands of pigeons flock to the Vatican They are not there for Sunday Mass and prayer But to perform aerial acrobatics And to produce droppings from up there Feathers follow them in the air on hot dry currents Unpleasant summertime aromas fill St. Peter's square People speaking a multitude of languages stare in amazement Follow the waves and movements of the birds in flight And think of pigeons as nasty filthy creatures (in their respective dialects of course) They seek God in all His perfections and dwell on nature as they reflect But that is not manna falling from the heavens on arms and hair Bird droppings fall everywhere Enter, the noble falcon on the scene Hungry and hunting for something delicious to eat Like an angel or saint swooping down on a golden band of light Pigeons act purely on reflex as they take flight Without lofty thoughts or motives Their brains are oh so tiny and miniscule Not wired like that Falcon will educate them anyway Enforce the rules of God and nature 2 Our Father's, 3 Hail Mary's and a good act of contrition Are not required as penance for their sins They are expelled from this paradise for dropping in Pigeons simply don't understand religion
look ancient creatures marching through millennia at slow steady pace Tribute To Turtles LOL
The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky. He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives. The little birds were peaceful, and didn't want to fight. To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight. Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink. Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink. Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go. No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show. Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night. One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might. Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest… The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest. He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed. The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear. If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.
They dug a pit in the clay To mark the Millienium day, Creating five large biomes To house earth's plants in global homes A new Eden,living in glass domes. Tribute to the unique Eden Project,Cornwall,England
Discrimination, Through my windows, Touched my skin, And nailed down my soul. I were born untouchable, My colour was dark, My loving nature was dying on the stretcher, My tongue tasted, The sweet and sour; a taste. The colour of my black eyes, Flamed fire into someone's heart, My natural visionary sights, That was covered under black hairy strips, And my skull was burning ashes. Pain was sucking my blood, Red tissues were turning gray, My death was natural. Nobody claimed my dead body, White-eyes and fairy hands, Donated my heart to a posh, That was lying on a money bed, And eating his golden spoon and silver plates, Someone restored my organs, For human research, A candle was burning in a corner, Donate your blood for human beings. My beheaded body, That was covering with a mercy sheet, And a voice was loudening in the sky, God may bless him. Air was freshening the dirt, Forgive him to stay in heaven, A shrinking voice was weeping bitterly, Empty hands were rising up, Is this a natural life? Why did you give him a birth? If a poor has no equal right to live.
Nature's creation Form of unknown origin Builds controversy One powerful hand Hullabaloo or greatness Believe of your choice written for Sponsor john freeman Contest Name Natural and Beyond!!
On top yet underneath every single mind Normal it functions as a part of Nature Expanding it does co-exist with the universe Molding yet controlling all things in kind Inert matter once both dark and light Neither can exist without thus is human plight Drifting in our dreams the third eye is All seeing for those achieving a wee flash of light Learning as you go that hopes and fears are one Letting you in on the Higher Light of The One
Blue Moon tonight which is very rare It happens on New Years Eve once in nineteen years Will you be watching to see if it peeks through In New York City, Albany, or Calimazu Maybe in Ormand Beach, Florida Utah, Alaska a state so fair How about in the United Kingdom Africa, Asia, Malayia, or Bonnie Scotland where It may shine on ice and snow Or rain reflecting streets Somewhere on the desert plain Where the sidewinders sleep Will the clouds part for just A short time for you and me So we can see this phenominum That will be such a treat I will be watching and hope For just a peek, if only for a moment.. That would be so neat My day will be filled with excitement As I watch and wait This could be the night That I might stay up late Sit out on the porch in the cold Hoping to share with you A night of anticipation Of a moon that is blue Will it cast a shadow On my gray gray hair Or hide all the wrinkles That shows my character So that youth is reflected On this night so fair On this night so rare On this night to share On this night be there (Some explanation of Blue Moon. (1) Earth close to sun-so earth gets more sun and moon will be brighter. (2) Moon will be closer to earth so seems larger. (3) Full moon rises to a point nearly opposite the sun and because sun is low this time of year the full moon will rise particularly high. Blue moon is not blue in color but two full moons in one month because we do not use lunar calendar but one devised by man. Last blue moon on New Years Eve was l990 and next will be 2028 or every 19 years.) (There are several explanations how the term came into being but I will let you look it up.)
eyes eyes In the Headlights- wide The clacking of feet on the ground, Mad dash for the Tick-filled ditch. You Alone, oblivious until- The very last second When You wrench The wheel Left Not knowing where You're going, Just Not into that Sillouhette. Car Road Him A moan escapes the lips of Both. For One, it is of Agony. For the other, it is of relief. eyes eyes In the Headlights- wide As You crawl out of Your car Into the Tick-filled ditch To see him stride away Nonchalantly into the darkened field. -RED
You keep me going The ocean is ice But that won't stop me rowing All I want is the best Every daily action is pre-thought So you can settle comfortably in your nest The whole world I live in revolves around you Building your future so bright This is the least I could do For my unborn children
Today was the day of judgment, All children were excited and pleased, But when the result was declared, Tutor called student; one by one in the office, And appreciated each of them, Who got good marks in the tests. But suddenly, a cried break out amusement', Why did a teacher, beat up a student so badly? Who wrote in the exam, The sun was rising in the river, Fishes were jumping over the clouds, And climbing up on the palm trees. Head teacher came out and asked the boy, Where did you read all this? When my dad goes fishing, he told. I always think, why fishes have white colour, I understand when we were acrossing the waves, Fishes must eat coconut. A teacher not beaten up a student only, Also he failed because of not following his lesson, That was from a book, Dad, I wasn't wrong, a child was sobbing, If book isn't lying, I am also not lying.
I Challenge You to stop Messing up the Planet. Recycle, it's not hard to do. No more litter should be done. The earth Is sick. The oz- One layer Has a huge Hole in It. Ice Caps are Melting the Oceans are get- Ting saltier. Species of plants and an- Imals are dying. Natural disa- Sters are more fre- Quent. This should Cause your Heart To Soften Seeing us Mess up the earth, Really bothers me. I hope that it does The same action to you. That is why I Challenge you to Stop messing Up the Earth.
What love demands so high a cost That this winged troubador wandering wide Finds no rest, nor precious paradise lost In cool valley or sunny mountain side The miles grow longer each empty day But flowers few are suddenly gone away And fickle females finds them fresh And littered in their rooms and brazen arms Cuddled against fragile desire of flesh Vanity matches with their fleetive charms O yet it is allergy season, these will in decay Define our human reason to the honey bee dismay Where have all the flowers gone is not a song It is a complaint against the killing of trees And the barren earth where once rose bush throngs It is love of self that robbed the mumbling bees Spoil the troubadours song, and saddens day The flowers are gone and no butterflies play Let lovers give themselves as true and only gifts And heal the broken hearts that bitter on lips Wail the callous countless cluster of human rifts The bitter wine that sweet love often sips Love is the gift of self, let flowers freely stay And the honey troubadors sing their songs all May.
A novel or short story is always more formal But, here now's a poem of the paranormal There are a few theories beyond understanding Well, as so many say, "Seeing is believing!" A night as a youngster with friends all around Telekinesis revealed, for skeptics abound Doubts set aside, proof right before eyes No wires, no mirrors; a gift in disguise? A life-changing event, so simple in stature Reveals hidden truths around us in nature Skeptics and doubters would still seek and search They would pick up the vase and peer at its perch! In the end there's only one thing they could think It's funny how knowledge can bring one to the brink Magic is real reckons the newly opened mind Stringent rules of physics will no longer bind! It seemed such a wonder there in the night A mind reeled and a soul gave up the fight Concepted world to never again be the same Take it as it comes voted the name of the game! Do you believe in this story? Not that it matters, For truth sometimes comes to us on silver platters How hard must it hit you before you realize Some mysteries are real, but hidden from our eyes.
Swarming like insects The development is coming gnats, mosquitoes, and ants They are destroying all the plants Their buzzing sound is more like the cash register going Cha-ching It matters NOT, where you go, like a mold or a fungus the develop will grow They call it progress They call it for the better sly as the lie that is St. Nick. They neglect to tell you nothing grows on brick More parking lots and strip malls, More freeways and byways and twenty foot walls, Where the water runs in the road, From a cup that has seriously overflowed. They will definitely prey on the common fear They are going to tell you things that you want to hear, Where the stream beds run dry, And the old man recollects with a sigh, I plant this seed for the children of the land In the hopes that we wake up and understand Stop the development, a three story mall has no worth, When all that we need can be produced by the Earth. By Joe DeMarco
The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word for it's understanding the habitation has stirred softly upon spirit we listen to it's call comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small Can you understand the wise man's riddle apprehend interpretation the narratives trail from beginning to end surround the middle without understanding it's Truth you may fail Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed to many have reached a state of complacency the cares of this life has choked ability You lead upon paths unknown a flight those having wings have flown I tell you upon the rise of each day that you must lead and show us the way Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me for I am lost to the flock without thee My Lord and my God you have called us out faith in you but confidence in self do doubt With every gesture you affirm the way yet evermore before me do my sins lay I look around upon those I do see whose lives are worth much more than me The seventh day Jehovah has blessed where mankind will enter into his rest abundance of joy will fill the earth as Gods Kingdom has given birth The fruit of her labor is worldwide she will wipe the tears her children have cried Gods woman has brought forth Life she will train the children remove their strife You are God from the womb of my mother have preserved me from violence of brother your handmaiden as captive I serve given more than anyone here deserve I listen to the music of your call understand I grace given since fall for to live is Christ and to die gain and within the hand of your Love remain Forsake me not when I reach that hour frail woman in mankind has not power give me courage so I don't therein cower for I have beheld the future from your tower Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord our seas turned to glass when we do as asked neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal all thinking given you and insight given true Hold me close and in your arms for hear I do the trumpets alarms you have signified my death for those you love I give my breath Hold my hand on the path you take for I am weak and easily brake a thing that is soft and frail for those you love like Lord impale Now I know the path to you by example your loved showed true willing I am to give you my life like anointed Son did for wife source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
The lizzard slowly Approached dew drop on leaf Saw his reflection
Oh beloved dear one , sing to me your song its caress to rest my ears to fall thereon the tenor of its soothing balm unto my heart from its intonation wish never I to part Break the mold beloved to the high exalt sing about true justice compared to mans default take true aim with words designations mark lift them from their misery with the divine spark Your skill of composition compliments of sound where breathes a truth in stories made renown highlight their intentions for the cause you wish effect pointed the veracity that leads to circumspect Take elements of history a tale told in note outline in detail its morality in wrote expressed is your ability the mind to mesmerize where realities of men's behavior brought to size Accompany with melody instruments design harmonize those tones and tales ultimately fine your songs can lead one to the right conclusions break the chords wrapped with mankind's illusions Oh beloved Bard your ballad sets me a sail a chronicle of joy or those that we bewail from you shall I never turn away my ear its narration and aria brings recitals near COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
There are many things that are caught by the naked eye They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry Think my strangest encounter thus far Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car In underbrush and weeds so high Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh Razor edges wrapped around its head For sure I thought it was dead As I moved in closer to take a peek Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked Poor little guy I could do nothing for Except call D.N.R and cry once more As they placed it in a steel cage Heard the officer say it was that of young age When do you think one will learn Gods creatures did nothing in return
.......HOURGLASS When all the sand's run out for yesterday and here you stand reflecting on it all, no matter what you do, or what you say you'll never change the way time has to fall; the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor, announcing time's run out, as you can see, all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more, as if the way it's piled is meant to be; all Heaven knows you've done the best you could to shape tomorrow as you'd want today, but somehow things don't go just as they should and sands of time don't always fall your way. The best we'll ever do is turn the stand and hope again our time goes as we've planned. .................© ron wilson
Round and round they go, Hands criss-crossed in the middle Of school yard whirl winds.
The great upper mid west Minnesota put to the test Ten thousand lakes and streams Reality for many who like to dream From Itasca state park To the Louisiaina's wooden bark The mighty Mississippi flows Gently down the outcrop she goes Crime rates are always's on the rise But really does it come as such a surprise Everyone seems to like to hug Except when its a mosquito bug So many call us Minnesota Nice But some still say were Cold as Ice
Says the child to herself put the toys upon the shelf thus when mother comes to see she will give her praise to me Get up , get dressed and comb my hair she'll be sure to look and stare and as she does stand agape I'll proceed to clean my nape with socks and shoes upon my feet she will surely know I'm neat Sweep my room and make the bed I'll have her spinning in the head flush the toilet , take a bath it's positive to make her laugh Clean my plate and wash the dishes I suppose would fill her wishes Wash the laundry fold it up feed the cat and brush the pup Play outside and wipe my feet pick up garbage and change the sheet and supposing I do thus Do you think she'll stop her fuss COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
I walk towards the woods green and deep Once inside I find it hard to sleep What an illusion the woods do give of being green and being neat Since deep inside animals sleep waiting till night that's when they eat I lie and I watch see shadows in the dark My mind becomes fuzzy my body scared I see a large -- large bear standing in the night He approaches my tent from the right grips my shoulder rolls me over my eyes blur with fright the bear growls It's just me son it's daddy
A is for apple her favourite food. N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer. G is for green her favourite colour. E is for easter her favourite holiday. L is for lilly her favourite flower.
the great sand bubbler watches incoming ribbed tide from burrows back home
How I wish to drink the wine of joy with you feel the brush of fingertips upon my cheek to spread a picnic feast within the wilderness what lies within my heart to plainly speak But raised was I upon a planets prison and to will of others made was I a slave with eyes cast to the floor and verbal beating the road to fear of man did abuse pave I want to run barefoot on green grass carpets and prowl the mountain ranges like a cat wing my way upon the trails ridges and know no violence will me to attack Twelve times faced I death and yet I'm living I've escaped intent and accidents of chance like those who consider all unforeseen occurrence that the unwary can be caught by circumstance I've made my way this far only by reason four reasons gave the choice for me to live I've had no time to consider my emotion nor thought about a need for love did give I've given vent to mans neglect and violence for no different do I find inself my own when I look at the reflection in the mirror no change to our past can we atone All those who consider justice and affliction the pathways of thought and all her tracks many millennia's of history have we written the investigation of the goodness mankind lacks The ever present war within our nature affected by our fight or flight of reason the stake to posterity is high and costly far to often we are weak to logics treason For all have fallen down before true glory not a single one hasn't failed his own thought for everyone has placed for himself standards and in his own failures is he caught For in Justice , Love and Wisdom there is Power in the cosmos is ordered laws that we can see but not one single human who is existing can keep the perfection of Love flawlessly So occasionally I will have to ask for your forgiveness and hope you love enough to set me free for even if I think I might know better I have found in all of us this frailty I want to tell you I am stronger when you are near me I have found in you something that in myself I lack I never knew that getting any closer would provide the desire to return back COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
I do not know the ways of Life from birth been shown violence and strife a mothers embrace was I rarely shown childhood affection have I not known At age of three from family outcast neglect and hazards uncertainty my past from even those who attempted to care I was prevented from being their share Been a difficult road since I was a child to comprehend nature that's tender and mild the one who with joy greets you each day who shows you life's wonders in every way Been a slave to the mean and the cruel where retaliation is an everyday tool looking for punishment and never for peace from your mistakes are never released What surprises most in the places I've dwelt those who use truth like a leather belt the book is addressed to you and your brother decisions for life made by you not another I place before you this day life and death unceasing wonders or that which takes your breath but you are the only one who can choose to love your brother the ways of death lose From men expect duplications of past where religions are formed his desires unmask if you use men as your standard of measure only one man had its fullness of treasure There is only one standard only one true the fullness of Love you must learn to do I am the you addressed in the book I am the one for its meanings must look I must apply its sayings to me set the example in everyway be those who needed his comfort for whom he cared demonstrated a love no others had dared Mankind as a book one he only could read see his intentions and what was his need knew how to lift them water the seed to develop his justice eliminate greed It's difficult for man to learn how to wait takes time to learn love get rid of hate even in this my frustrations well known I want it all instantly the lessons unshown I know it's me you're trying to teach I know it's me you're trying to reach I'm difficult stubborn from men shut my ears from cruel reverberations one everyday hears It takes time to digest where thoughts run deep to assimilate its message its directions keep apply every learning with consummate skill where all of its quality our hearts do fill So again I do share a small reflection considerations of Life to good its subjection one hopes the aim for the target to mark can be no achievement without standards to hark COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller Via Duboff Law Group LLC
Seasonal Affective Disorder When Evening Night Eventually Ends Disporportionally sooner Lights Inside needed Great outside light diminished Help needed To end sad (SAD is an illness that some people have when they don't get enough light in the winter and some people have an additional illness to getting too much light in summer which causes depression.)
My home state loses a football field, Of coastal land each day of the year. I'm no cheerleader about this, It fills my heart with fear. I wish I had funds to donate to the cause. Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation, It would cause others to pause. As the pelicans swim to the beat, Of their inward drum, And contribute to the state, That many other states of the union, Were carved from. Way back before humans existed, Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor. If we humans that exist today, Don't get serious about this erosion problem, The state where jazz was born, Will be sea floor once more. Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees, And the capital of the Old South, Will no longer exist. We won't be able to reminisce about anything, If our hindrance persists. Like bacteria attacks a cell, Our precious land is being attacked as well. Like our educated out migrants, Land is leaving without being replaced. Saving this land helps us ecologically: This includes the human race. Please fellow residents and people who once, Or never lived here before. Fill Louisiana's heart with cheer, By contributing to this worthy cause. If one can't give monetarily, He or she should then take a pause. Be creative and think of other ways, That one is able to help this wonderful state. We would certainly appreciate anything you do, To help us out. I know the pain of the land will be eased, Without a doubt. Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it. Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players. So that our precious land can stay strong, Throughout its layers. This erosion problem can be very costly: Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species, And human lives are just a few. Please help save our wetlands, Because it is part of the old and of the new. Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina, while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana was talked about since I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to hear!
To whit to be caught between two brothers and become the sport of many others She kept her heart from loving true but not from the damage passing through Oh twice spent the beauties coin did deliberate vengence to purloin thought knowingly did enter door in spite she cast them to the floor Though twas for couple it's own collusion the device and trap it's own illusion the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave Twas the story carried in her mind her face to others she wished were blind and with ones sight to look upon her heart to know in violence was her start She thought those sins would ever last or to shake the paths of her past in her fears her heart down cast she did not know to forgiveness ask Unable to differentiate between love and need or if womans desire was only greed If man looks upon her with his smile is he looking for love or just another trial She asks those questions to this day must there be violence to graveyard pay for many men have forced their way in their behavior did have no say COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
The world is Dying… Mother Earth Is Crying... "Man, man, man… You have caused me much pain… Even if I rain hailstones on him...He is still stubborn"... "Man, Man, Man… You cut down my Hard Grown Forests …Without replanting them, You Plunder My Breasts spilling my precious Milk… Keeping My Marine Offspring In Extinct Extinction, You Flare Gas into the Air, Making this same Air your Main life Source Thinner and Thinner, Destroying My Ozone layer"... "You Manufacture harmful chemicals which you use as Refrigerants And for foam production these same deplete the Ozone layer… Hear ye! Hark ye! Woe betides you for burning my forests… See the charred evidences...So Much Natural Life In Jeopardy… Your Over-Zealousness has plundered the Wildlife I granted True Bliss… They are now unsafe and close to extinction… I will withhold my anger for a short time and Look on.. But When Thy Cup Of Sin Filleth..Not Even My Creator Will Withold My Fury.. I am MOTHER EARTH!"
The cosmic ray detector lies dormant in the corner, as it has remained for half a year but, ah, cosmic rays still penetrate the walls of our classroom, just as the morning sun quietly filters in through the door-window, passing unnoticed through my body at lightspeed
Rockfield Road A blend of northern grasses fields a forest of homestead trees; the saplings, long overcome by maturity, bear witness to the prayer of Native sons; to give back what you take from Mother Earth. In the midst of this green-crowned bark, a sacrificial altar of oak remains; its once tall spine gives strength to the walls that house my children. a beauty lost to hearth from need. One over-populated crab apple, draws deer at dusk and dawn. Thank God for a pre-set Mr Coffee, and a strangulated teapot for morning routines, worked in first light,cease, as the four-legged creatures near. I smile, as the collective intake of breath is held and released without accompanying speech. Breaking the moment to be on time for artificial satisfaction, is not the legacy I choose to leave my children.
Mass liquid condensed in atmosphere sky. Cloud color from vapor and refracted light. Four classes make up clouds Low, Middle and High. More exist as plasma and gas far from sight. Two classes stratus and cumulus are they. The stratus layered, the cumulus, pile shaped. High clouds reach far above wispy, icy faint. Low Clouds live close to ground in a foggy taint. In between the middle clouds, say moisture soon. The last clouds vertical up-current, and cool. Clouds can go fast or slow thunderstorm clouds set, a speed of 60 miles per hour at best. High clouds which ride a jet stream move faster still. Ice crystals form as snow in the freezing chill. Light descends discharged from cumulus hosts. When static charges cloud and ground make bolts. Rain is born sea moisture dispelled and packed. Fall and give life to all then repeat the act. Earth's surface cools by way of giving off heat. At night cooler air from sea makes a breeze. The cloud looks down upon the world it has kept, with water nourishment as our blanket spread.
northern spotted owl could better serve species - than dying in the wild Tribute To The Spotted Owl
Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose that train of thought a garden of delight but the problems of tomorrow life will choose I'll have made my decisions life to change like those who swear off a habits lent but when I awake the flesh will rule and for its desire time will be spent I can tie my shoes not even thinking the customs of my fathers not forget every path of life is set before us but living without reasoning I'll regret If I do not reflect upon all history or upon the strand of life I live I'm doomed to failure of its mystery if attention to its standards I not give But so embedded in my body its demands that wars with my minds intelligence though I know of carnalities commands my will power will make light of its pretense So only of my own needs will I seek I'll not consider your life or your duress for I only look upon the man in mirror and of all its lies I'll not confess My focus will be only what I can see its mind not be shaped by what I do for the spirit belonging to the carnal man will never seek or rely upon what's true I will flatter myself and you with praise I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor or to fill what is empty I'll not address With assertions of the common beliefs invoke for upon my peers I lavish jest what's intricate has likely suffered broke for this is why you'll never see my best I plan to fill my life with pleasures song for the universe cares not about my grave there is no such thing as right or wrong so with merriment I choose my road to pave Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense the struggle of its strife too hard to fight I have no shield for all my lacks defense in all of this I've failed my own insight I will speak to you as though I really care but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend because of course all know life's not fair like all actors only my role will I defend So there you have it a nutshell If I do any good at all I'll want its praise for I have set to establish my own glory and to be written on your memory my days source 1Cor 2:14 , but read the whole chapter Romans 10:3 COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
We have been cheated of watching the mist on the mountains of the every day joys living by waterfalls and mountain fountains of nature in all of her majesty in daily display Civilization has broken a pristine earth in play to live in the system built of tar and cement the struggle for its money upon things it is spent My joy is where lakes and their water lilies bloom where the prickly cactus grows and changing seasons in each room when the clouds are blown like feathers about in the wind where our considerations think left to men it will end Will you miss the blue parrot neon yellow chickadee gone the toad golden likely too soon will the bee the dance of courtships where flocks move to mate as the corporations poisons their death is its fate So many dead zones now exist in our seas left to those who now govern the worlds bounties now seize If you expose them you could disappear passed executive orders now make this law clear COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
On African deserts you must be wary, Of the famous one humped Dromedary. He is jealous of his Asian brother, Who has that hump and then another! That Bactrian camel (the one with two humps) Must slow way down when crossing bumps! When those humps hit they go, "Ker-Splatt!" Did you know those things are filled with fat? Bactrian camel's are handsome guys, With long thick brows around their eyes! With those two humps and pretty faces, They're very popular at the oasis! So that's the story of True Cammel's That happy, humpy desert mammal. On any desert you should be wise, Park your car and ride these guys! Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson Karma Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson
Epochs of womanhood 1 VIRGIN With malar flushes, Causelessly she blushes, In solitude, to herself she smiles, While walking, aimlessly she tarries. With a startled look, Whom does she seek? 2 YOUTH Her blue eyes, Reminiscent of skies, Her golden hair seem, Akin to a bright solar beam, Her limbs tender, Her waist slender. Nature bares the Truth Of full-blown-flower of Youth! 3 MOTHERHOOD Her grown up face, Bears a thoughtful grace. Her warm bosom, Awaits to welcome, A wanted guest, On her laps to rest, Restless, though happy she seems, As her heart broods fairy dreams. Her speech sweeter from the lapse of years- With a wife's love, and a mother's fears! 4 MENOPAUSE Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, Withered with a weird dream! Her gray hair and lusterless skin, Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine, Her flabby shriveled breast, She walks with waddling and antalgic gait. Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood, It's menopause! A hush in solitude!! Dr.Hemant Vinze
Certain Notions About Earth Oceans fill themselves with liquid pleasure Storms corner the world to make it spin Fires feed themselves with a desire to be the sun Deserts take their time to sort through sand Grains get in the way of weather as they travel west Certain winds move by themselves forever up Lands shift but mostly hold objections down along tectonics faults Grounds swallow rivers until saturated or full But were made for walking, along with mountains Thermometers can tell you this That deep inside the core are metals molten red Rocks get older with each period and each age Trees hold the Earth in place and dream of greener days Animals have their place But that's a lesson for another day
Stand above sea level, rise as earth shifts. Watch the land bow, amidst continental drifts. All that you surround lie in shadows below. Here hills on active ground, climb to heaven and snow. These massive creations, are born from plates underneath. Pushing together, they force the earth up until the mountain has peaked. The highest of these is mount Everest almost 9 thousand feet to the sky. Although Ecuador's Chimborazo peak is farthest from Earth's warm inside. Some mountains are born of volcanoes an opening from within earth's core. From these cuts in the crust of the earth gases, and ashes spew forth. And with them come rivers of lava, molten rock, liquid light. It covers great distances in strides at 2000 °F. Solidified, it is igneous rock and this can form the base. Even from the ocean floor and now an island is made. At the summit the weather is different there. The air is quite thin, so ascend with great care. It is cold and water and life may be scarce. But the view from above is a sight worth a stare. 24% of the Earth is shaped, and taken by mountains, and that is ok, For human beings like you and I, rely on the water that flows from up high. Oh, mountain, the landscape you decorate, is a wonder for eyes to behold. It is hard to believe, that one such as thee, could fall to the clock and erode. But for now, these mountains stand proud, and will be here to keep our perspective. That we all have our role, that this earth has a soul, -and I think it is best we respect it.
Human, A defeated commander, Failed to protect, Human civil rights. Women and children, Or innocent are his targets. Seeking a shelter, In the nest of a devil shelter, When he doesn't tolerate his neighour, And dreaming peace, To sacrifice life, Under a logo of,' A holy message'. For achieving a heaven dream, And befooling his master, On the name of God, When his devil spirit awakens, And he sacrifices innocent Birds and animals, To protect his God worship. That is always rewarding him, And really questioning on his status, Are you really a human? An owner of thoughts, An owner of bloodshed, An owner of cheat, Perhaps, Love never suits to him. He was born for the purpose of Devil Spirit. He never trusted in any God, Bargain is only his motive.
grand canyon viewing red orange yellow granit stone woven by the Gods
She starts of winging Then cries of binging She puts on more weight And throws me slate Neurotic fat lady can't see me for who I am I'm a woman who's a sheep but looks like a lamb I don't call her fatty so why call me bones If I fight back she'll cry over ice cream cones Some are naturally slim and some are fuller Sometimes it's uncontrollable like your colour Stop picking on me and sort out your own weight I have food and not guilt in my plate It's in my genes so argue with God I'm not anorexic my metabolism is odd I'm not under of over weight; I'm muscular, lean and slim –naturally email@example.com
TAKE SOME STEPS Let not fear control your life regardless of any strife or figurative knife and be neither a puppet nor a victim of any kind If a talking horse and his owner can overcome fear with out beer anyone can- there is no need for a pan but to push forward The proverbial match has been lit you have to hatch a plan soon and take some steps or burn-the best decisions are never made hastily nor selfishly
With muse in hand How do I make one understand I love colors of shaded green Does not make me nasty or mean For it's in our lakes And even in things that we bake It 's canvass for our trees Even sometimes stains on our knees There's hues of bladed grass Where we have all plop our ass Even passing clouds Looking purified and aloud So here I'll stand and raise a toast To the color green on money who everyone loves the most
my bleeding heart - pumps purple passion just for you drip drip drip drip drip Tribute To Bleeding Heart Flowers So Dainty But Beautiful
Treacherous fingers of discontent Threaten to strangle my dreams And stifle my right to existence. I stumble over vicious words, Fueled by spite and the rage Of misinterpretation, Designed to challenge my intent. I was summarily dismissed, Labeled a fraud, And relegated into obscurity; Judged guilty of a crime I did not commit. Yet, I remain loyal To my convictions As I expose myself, Welcoming the scrutiny Of those who would not Understand me; Steadfast and devoted To honoring the truth In perpetuity.
The world has this development, The cause of their thinking, They know how to use brain, Why has a mind this power? Development for an Idea. As a seed, that shoots, Grass, shrubs, plants and trees. A needle or a space shuttle, Only a cause of an idea, Human travels with this concern. Experience, knowledge and education, A cause only for idea, How a person can develop, And progress individually, Society hopes cooperation and peace. Unity a tact of growth, Enjoyment smoothness in flow, Entertainment is encouragement, A concept of progress, So idea can move in its way.
Class assignment: continue a famous line someone else has corrupted (with more corruption) Into the valley of Meth Rode the six hundred Who would not ride out Their faces pale, their figures gaunt "We've found it," they said And so they did Searching for the greatest gifts In the deepest shadows They kept onward It was waiting there Shining in the darkness Their last reward.
A thief is always wise, Who steals others goods. A criminal person is always wise, Who knows about law and punishment? A corrupted person is always wise, He knows that what is he doing? A smuggler is always wise, He knows that why is he doing? If a person is educated and trained, How can we deny, he is not wise? A terrorist is always wise, He knows that what is his motive? Over the centuries a person is robber, Over the centuries a person is criminal, Over the centuries a person is dishonest, Over the centuries a person is intelligent. A person killed another person for his victory, A person raped another person for his revenge, A person exploited another person for his benefit, At last when a person dies what was his benefit? A fight for his dignity, grace and honour, A Religion, language, land and a race, Traditions, differences are still unsolved matter, What is wisdom of a person if he is ignorant?
Contradictory, Matters or things, A choice of likelihood, Whatsoever, Colours and features, Appeals personally, Nevertheless, Contradiction never ends. Quality or standard maintains us, Manners or attitudes, Developed or deteriorates, Individually, A personable status becomes target, Where a person understands living, And struggles to find a path, A way of perfection, Everything is moisturizing naturally, Nothing is perfect, That grows or burns always, To maintain a balance, That is only a path, Progress or prosperity, And peace can develop, Where positiveness or negativeness, Are on options to negotiate ideas. Thoughts have only contradiction, Complications for living.
Used to look through child's eyes Used to stare at star ridden skies Used to smile at silly sounds Used to dream of the future's bounds Used to play in the thicket of my mind Used to search for a place to hide Used to act like story book heroes Used to count from 100 back to zero Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red Used to believe all the words that everyone said Used to want a big house and brand new car Used to hope that I could someday set the bar Used to use my imagination Used to use that motivation Now being used by my frustration Of being used by my own generation Used to... used to... You know I used to... Use it all without a thought Used too... Used too... We're all being used too... Bought and sold like an old iron pot Used to... used to... You know we all used to... Dream our world would never rot Used too... Used too... It's all being used too... All our resources from bottom to top Used to sit up all hours of the night Used to believe that people were alright Used to think that we could still pull through Used to think that everybody knew Used to have faith in the 'truth' Used to see their words as proof Used to hide these tears I'd cry Used to hold my head up high Used to think I had a grasp Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask Used to act like there was no problem Used to hypocritically mock any and all of 'em Used to use their aspiration Used to use their motivation Now they use their investigation To bind us to their administration Used to... used to... You know I used to... Use it all without a thought Used too... Used too... We're all being used too... Bought and sold like an old iron pot Used to... used to... You know we all used to... Dream our world would never rot Used too... Used too... It's all being used too... But when will this mass consumption ever stop?
if a tree fell - in the forest - I wonder if you could hear the sound ? Tribute To Our Timberland
All things you have made fine in their season the tendernesses of Love the razor of our reason hollowed out the canyons where the waters fall celestial lights above beneath the crickets call the tilt of cattails swaying in the wind golden heads of grain awaiting harvest to begin Dressed you have the cosmos ever so brilliantly every tree and snowflake no two alike will ever see no man within his lifetime has every star he named surrounded by this beauty and still your name defamed without amino acids no living cells could form repeating fractal multiples are natures patterns born From the Rift unto the alpine equator to atoll hot spring forests to tundra artic ice to freeze the pole from furnaces of volcanoes rises and archipelago diversity in all nature is geologies creative goal Crystal caverns outback deserts to our rolling dunes around the planets circuits are orbiting their moons Every color many hues pastel to iridescent architecture in every room the making of life pleasant but mankind is filled with anguish and acrid bitterness the things they've chosen to pursue is causing such distress where character is more bankrupt than a homeless man the individual only ego subjective is the every plan Suffering among the nations its depth difficult to express world wide is the concern we shall not escape its death counting all the ages man has butchered his own kind to control the the masses do religious leaders blind It is your euology we are seeking in our mind seeking every path of truth you wish us to find Like our heartbeats pulsing from within driving the force of visions to their final end made you have us from the dust of earth every living thing here from this ground did give its birth Songs of your Sons ... COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
he booked his holiday once on a hill station or nearest a ocean, to enjoy healthy breath to unload the tension of a job
Butterfly Above the flowers Kissing the soft petals Sucking the taste of love Butterfly
A good wish often changes nothing however a good decision generally changes most everything But not all decision are good even though they may seem to be- did you know you are being followed by a bee? A good decision is right but to know if a plan is a good one takes more than twelve to two hundred and eighty eight hours- hasty decisions tend to have bad results so behave and clear up whatever is on your mind: you just might end up making a better decision than the one you had in mind
History talks about the Seven Wonders? But look around what do you see Our Seven Wonders of Modern times Are all there for thee. Many have been here for thousands of years Given many a thought, many a fear They are listed as i write them down The first is life, a wonderful act The womans body see's to that The birth anew, is an incredible tact. Number 2 on my list of Seven Is Water, sent from Natures Heaven Thats the Sky for you and me Its Natures tears, as damp can be. Number 3 on my list of Seven Its Oxygen, the air were given We inhale it in, in various ways General days, and general plays. Number 4 on my list of Seven The Animals chosen for Natures Haven Many a creature there appears to be As big as a whale, as small as a bee. Number 5 on my list of Seven Is this World donated, no rentage given All we have to do is this Look after her, don't take the piss. Number 6 on my list of Seven Its our will to exist, create modern heavens As cultures blend to mix their thought Many pluses, never naughts. Number 7 on my list of Seven Its what's beyond Natures Heaven We need to severely police us first, before our rockets make their burst To pass our moon and reach the Stars, before we polute!!
Adei Aethiopia O thy glory,tell to the highest Thou hast secrets of thee testament Glory glory to the highest Thou hast blessings and yellow harvest. Once in the yellow moon Ye, once in the yellow moon Omega hath thirteenth month Alpha hath the beginning Yellow carpets rise, Maskal birds singing. Glory to thee yellow carpet Yellow flowers hath yellow planet. Praise thy yellowness,sing along glory Bless thy yellow sun Merry! Merry! Merry! Aethiopia O Adei Adei O Aethiopia Millenium Africa!!
I thought, You are wise and intelligent, I taught you a lesson of love. I think, I shall live a satisfactory life, And you shall support me to plan, Affordable memories. Where I shall not waste my time for past, I shall not be worrying about my future, I shall enjoy my present, And you shall learn to save my energy. But you failed, You ran after the shadows. My absence provided you this opportunity, You sold my trust to befool me. You purchased a broken heart for me, With full of pain and tears, You burnt me in the heap of sighs. Although society can award you, You are wise and intelligent, But I knew that, You aren't fit for any family relations.
THIS POETRY IS WRITTEN IN 3 HAIKU/2 TANKA FORM, AND NOTES REFER TO SENSES. I'm fairy nature, come to collect fall's leaf wares to help make a coat. A coat of sunsets, a last breath of summer's glow to wrap up autumn. I disguise myself living amongst the woodlands, squirrels, bugs, birds, bees. Slowly with magic I single handedly turn the seasons over; sweeping winds and driving rains, giving nature rest till spring. I nourish the land. Autumn's blanket becomes crisp, stark, white, purity, I contrast, redecorate new, sleek, sexy, wavy tones. AUTHOR NOTES All 5 senses are expressed within this write, looking at touch, taste, sight, sound and smell. 'make a coat','wrap up' all indicate being touched or enfolded for warmth/protection...as does winter's 'blanket' sounds - could be taken from the animals, and weather...'crisp' evokes sound also. 'rest'- evokes quieter times... smell - comes from earthy woodlands and fallen leaves, contrasted with freshness of icy or snowy air... taste - evoked from 'nourish', 'last breath' of Autumn and new breath of winter air. sight- comes from the autumn colours evoked from the 'sunset' and greens and browns of 'woodlands', 'sexy', purity of ice and snow, 'falls leaf wares' - reds, oranges, yellows and browns...
they love style its travel for miles its like a show as they walk and go some have a wide grim when there s a strong wind they hats pull in its the LADY HATS AND PINS
since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth 10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville button is register with the st paul pioneer press which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks Tribute To The Winter Carnaville BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL Carnaville runs Jan 21-31 Also Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas In Your Town Contest
in the midst of forlorn spirits i seek refuge goddess of weightless night do you hear or see? or do i shout in vain? a trickle for the nihilists an ocean for the optimists your promises of equality empty promises and nothing more but i won't have it this way don't you see? my heart is sullen, sewn shut your black blood will not seep within yet here i stand beneath your branches upon your fallen leaves winter has come and gone but your buds show no visible signs of rebirth the brazen skies forsake this blade but i will hold it steady to the roots if you will not fight with me then i shall fight against you ...long ago i wasn't much like this a father, a mother, a childhood but the thickness of the flame engulfed us, not myself alone everything i've cherished a teenhood so unscorned and an education so learned a wife and child and home all of my own but the thickness of the flame engulfed them, and it engulfed my birthrite my very meaning towards life so what shall i do? watch as you too are whittled away like so many villages i've razed speak to me! tell me that which i must know! and forgive me for what i've done and what i may do... ...i'm a fool i will remove my blade and wait i cannot force this like they forced me so i will sit with no anger nor vengeance clouding my intentions i will sit here and wait within the womb of your trunk even if i am to turn to stone and erode to dust i will wait for your whispers on the wind to touch my lips and ease my mind to sleep
Mosquitoes realises biting when they are touching feet when they touched an ear a noise seems whistling anger why have tiny insects attack?
From Greek oikumene = the inhabited earth The globe Efforts to unify divided Christians 11302011
Life is a challenge? Where a challenge is for all? A man is challenging to others. An animal is challenging to others. A bird is challenging to others. Their nature, attitudes and hobbies, Those are cooperative or misunderstood, They feel jealous and enjoy love, They hate eachother and frustration, Challenged them to fight eachother. They love their memories, They love their homes, They love their needs, They love their efforts, They like to enjoy their lives. They like to feel sorrows, They like to enjoy happiness, They like to share pains, They like to consult eachother, But still they love their privacies. When nature threats them, They unite to fight for survive, They collect their sources to share, They show their sympathy and mercy, They also forgive grudges when are in crisis.
The peacock with spread-out plume, Dances to Nature's tune, The sun's fadeless glow, The monsoon's rainbow, Isn't our Nature, Very spectacular? The preaches of the priests, They themselves don't practice! The teachers teach, A mere printed speech! Mother Nature expresses, What she really is! Nature is wiser than the wisest---- Of the Nobel-laureates. Read no books, Experience how Nature looks! She is a better teacher, Than a priest or a schoolmaster!! (In Indian subcontinent the verb 'preach' is many a times used as 'noun'.)
Run, run, run little animals, over sand, over rock, everywhere, dragons fly, mantis, butterfly, ant and moth. Beetle, grasshopper, bee and wasp, insecta the class, to which you belong. These are the insects, from sea to tree loft, the most diverse and plentiful of all creatures walk. Compound eyes can see far beyond mine, in their ability to define fast movement and light. An exoskeleton, in three parts divide, offer protection as armor to a softer inside. The head, boasts antennae, these sensitive organs, feel vibrations, smell, and heat sources. The thorax is next and from it, sprout legs, some insects have wings and it's here their arranged. The abdomen comes last, it is found in the back, with reproductive organs and a digestive track. What to eat? It depends, what mood are you in? I know some feast one leaves, still others, humans. Some insects enjoy other insects as food, some prefer plants, almost anything will do. There is quite a contrast in insect behavior, at least 8 million species are uncharted in nature. With life spans of hours to 50 years later, they've walked 270 million years on this great earth. And upon new arrival we'll see you as eggs, and then you're a larva, a wormish-like stage. -Or a maggot, or grub and then pupa comes after, wherein your cocoon becomes your Alma mater. And soon you progress from this metamorphosis, fully dressed as and adult, you have developed. And impressed are the creatures that gaze upon thee, from colors of warning to palette's from the trees. We enjoy many treats your kingdom has conceived, insects such as bees produce honey we eat. We wear their creations like silk on our sleeve, I do believe they recycle more than human beings. So Blessed be these creatures all, of big and mighty, tiny and small. You are the most noble of finds in this life, you make up in numbers, in heart, in pride, in honor, in innocence, and everything inside, for what you lack in size.
(Dedicated to recent killings of Virginia Tech) A Child, When he was only eight, Departed home forever, And built a new home, On a developed and secured place, To grown up in a wealthy environment. What was wrong in time or place? Is a school n't better place? That he learned, How can we utilise properly, The cultivation of weapons? What was wrong in our system? We failed to transplant a new vision, A vision of human development, But we failed to learn, A child was walking in his sleep, Where a soldier has pointing on him. What was the reason? We failed to teach him a new lesson, When I am watching at me, My sighs claimed, That we killed one more innocent, Who killed another 32 innocents. The enlightenment was growing in the darkness, Not only me, you was also a part of the system, Where people served only injustice. Is this a lesson for developing human?
A stony land, Ants, And flies, Crowded after hunger, Lost thirst. The heat wave, Who frightened, The walking legs, Touched their aim.
Let go Ill crawl on my own. Let go I'll go down the slide. Let go I'll make friends. Let go Ill ride my bike. Let go I'll live my life. Let go I'll do great, you'll see. Let go Ill succeed and make you Proud. Just Let Go!
Dear Children of the Earth, I am in you as you are in me. We are interwoven divine humanity. Together, you and I are the tapestry, The weave of sun, earth, air, and sea. I love you, my children, so very much. You are my hope. In you I do trust. I am a living being not meant to be abused. Will I live much longer the way I am used? Only through my children shall I live and expand. Help me now to be the Mother shining and grand. Without your help, there is no hope for me. I need you as I love you. My tears are the sea. When you are sad and hurt, I am too. I am your Mother; that's what Mother's do. When you are angry, I flare up and I roar. When you are disappointed, I cry even more. When you need cheering, I remove the clouds. In joy, I share the miracle of the rainbow so proud. Today, the pain in my heart is wrenchingly deep. You turn your head from me even as I weep. Do you love yourselves enough to love me? Am I not more important than making money! You bomb, drill, and batter my skin and my flesh. There's no thought for me. My heart cannot rest. Wake up my children, I desperately need you. Wake up! And stop the pain and abuse. For my dear children, what is happening to me Is happening to you. Take a look; you will see. Love me again and my forest will grow lush and tall. Love me again and restore balance to the seas and rainfall. My children, can you not see I am a replica of you? The larger reflection of your own inner brew. Weather, my children, is your reflection mirrored by me. If there's drought, tap into your emotions and cry a sea. When floods rage, it's time to check in with your Spirit. Are you busy with daily routine? Is there no time to hear it? If tornados and high winds blow your top, look to your ego. Observe if your mental processes are telling me, "NO!" When forest fires seethe out of control, you can be sure. Spirit is crying out, "I must make the land again pure." Together we can change. We can make a difference. I extend my mother's heart to you in complete deference. We must believe we can change. I can when you do! My body is dying, and it can only be saved by you. I will always love you, no matter what. That's what mother's do. Love yourself no matter what; so that our love will be reflected anew. I love my beautiful being. I love my children. I love myself – The Earth. My fate is in your hands, my children. Will you give me a new birth? Your Mother, The Earth
What if there were no schools, tv's, books, phones, computers, teachers, voices, religions, money, or Bibles? What if there were no plants? There would be no air; no inhalation. What if there was no sun? or no moon? There would be no life.
Here and There, Whatsoever where, Everywhere the world is resting pain. I paid cost of my cry. As its natural development. Life isn't so cheap to live, As I thought,' human is a superb race'. Crying heart, not only me, A child, adult and old, Able or disable, everyone runs a race. Sun arises and struggle awakes, Body starts to pull, The chariot of needs, Human has billions to blast fire, A man peeled off that was from the dirty skin, Thousands bones and skin scattered in pieces, Blood filled over as drops of rain, A tree never looked at the bare branches, Wind was blowing and leaves were fleeing away, But a bird dreams, one day new leaves will come over.
The perching birds, in the branches sing, Some are killed by atrocious hunting, The observers bewail, the fellow-mates mourn, A poem blooms by Nature's inspiration. Buried in the seed a plant little, Obeying the Nature's laws subtle, Sprouts the seed to the call of the Sun, A poem blooms by Nature's inspiration. Steady flows the stream, the brook babbles, The blooming flowers, spread fragrance in the ambience, The changing skies of the changing season, A poem blooms by Nature's inspiration.
amidst raised marsh land whooping cranes forges ahead probing with their bills
Sweet and salty, Bittersweet, That time of year everyone's ready for the heat. From Alaska to Florida, California to Maine, In teens and kids, A time to celebrate. School's out for now, Gone are the books, Late night crunch time, And early risings. For three months its swimming, Sleepovers and camping. It's summer time, baby!
Born deformed, Dejected, crippled, A child has talent, Is extremely intelligent. Wisdom upon the handicapped, Bestowed by You, O! Omnipotent Lord! I venerate You!! The delicate colours, The enticing fragrance, The beautiful roses, Though laden with thorns! Beauty in adversity, Created by You, O! Omnipotent Lord! I venerate You!! The rainbow spectacular, The lightning splendour, The countless stars, The endless universe, The resplendent Truth, Created by You, O! Omnipotent Lord! I venerate You!!
Dear friend , The world means nothing. Its set in flames. Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part, in this guilded age. This is something I wish not to be a part of. I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making contact with sole and pavement. I'm striving for abatement. For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries. For significance we've always looked at actions. So please do take another look and see what this letter is for. Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it. Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted. Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded? Does this not trouble you my friend? We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth. Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice? Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life? Where's the justice in this non-sense? I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence. Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer. But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation. I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own. I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity. Real love is that which shows no fear. Unfortunately I am a coward. I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember the warmth of a child's smile. Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights. Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted. Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead choose them to stand on. I've outweighed the courage and the fear. But what I found frightened me further. What weighed us down the most was indifference. With that discovery I knew what I had to do. I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy. I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone. I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward For I have chosen the coward's end. I wish you goodluck my friend, Sincerely yours, The shadow of men
There are five of them Summer, winter, spring, fall and The blessing season.
When I were a child, I always thought, Perhaps this home is dependent, It will not work without my parents. One day came, my brother get married, He gets separated and he was a father, My sister gets married and she was a mother, One day came I was also a family man. I have seen very early mother was died. Later after father was also expired, The children, they care eachother, They have a fight for a share. When my father was alive, He also has a fight after my grandpa, He also got a share of land and wealth, But all left behind for a children's fight. If my father got it after a fight, Why he left further for a fight, Who knows how many owners? Owned this land before my father. Who will solve these complications? Are my children also having a fight? After my death, they shall kill eachother, For a land that nobody owns it.
vast wilderderness she lays her head moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl no sun to call her own just gotten entangled in a predators sneer shes begins gnawing frantically blood soaked coating and one less hoof to stand with this tiny deer finally had gotten freed just as I was picking up the phone to call animal control to help out one of God's own little critters Tribute To God's Critters Also Entry For Laura Mckenzie's Beyond Nightfall Contest
When the labels all out tuned to words A seduction out fumes to poets A creaming skim of out reach worlds In witty writing as dove doth A firm flight beyond the world's known Yet gently glides in the sky of learned The weathest of men are not those wit clone Verily, on all things, words are bim And the titles of time are all plead a die now or a die later is but a die The words i label, come not of high sea But the ink that all eyes see
What's that flirts in the distant horizon? Up from the hottest lands of frozen. Is the clouds of Grey? Or is it the darkest of rays? Is it the canopy that covers hope/ Or is it the breath with which the hearts get chocked? Oh! Its dull than the dullest of weather - As if allthe seeds of daekness in it hath gathered - Its the smoke - The smoke of destruction, The smoke of friction, The smoke of blemishe'd motion. The smoke - rushing up from the clutter of engines, The smoke hath engulfed the country regimes, The smoke in the din and bustle, The smoke in the parties and dazzles. Whence peace was settling itself under the sun, Many, a lot did thump with their guns, The smoke curved its way out from here and hence - It did pale and brush the love's fence. Whence the path was straight A lot we all did fret, Now whence the smoke hath filled the bower, We'll have to climb the curvy hazy stairs up to the heaven's lower.
rusted, busted, inorganically crop-dusted hand-made on our very own assembly-line low-flying tear-crying, cut-rate-buying fair-trade-priced, but still...real fine garment sweat-shop, Tex-Mex field crop, Civilization Inc. prophets chanting it up workin' twelve hour days 'til you drop drinking Cool-(Inc.)-aid from corporate cup the ol' family farm is right in the box ol' Bessie's mooing fer all she's worth sounding par per share of preferred stocks increasing quarterly statements net girth consume we must, as our numbers grow larger we're either counted victor or the victuals we consume awhile or face early departure incorporating civilization's declared rituals how many human souls can one world hold? how many other species get a place here too? how can we temper our needs uncontrolled? how can we help Mother Earth get through? © Goode Guy 2012-02-11
Parthenon marbles the Greek ancient heritage why the Queen has it?
The beauty of the early dawn, Make all feel active as sportive fawns; The dew drops shine in the lawn- But as the Sun grows its beauty is gone. The heat of Summer, the chill of Winter- The rains mekes the river flow faster; During Autumn the sky is clear; But the spring's beauty is even nicer. The freshness of rose,the majesty of mountains- The shallowness of lakes and the depth of oceans- And the mute beauty of insane flowery lanes, Enthall even the greatest men. The breeze of the quite trees; Fills us with comfort sweeping our minds free; The movements of the clouds show us kingly gaits, Making us realise we are not what makes our fates. The scene of a snow covered peak, And the strength of the woods of teak, The white colour of snow flakes , Prettier the world thus it makes. Oh! Nature's beauty, Nature's power, To it humans are meek creatures; Continuously does its blessing's shower; Let's vow to make it nice , lovely and gayer.
When a person got a shock, A film acrossed into a mind, To identify the truth, I watched in television, I were shocked, When a Hindu group provoked valentine Day. Also burnt a skeleton of Saint Martin, My mind touched known and unknown, A Tragic gaps of human development, They tacked my sleep in pain, Why did I so shock? Mary was pregnant, But nobody touched her, Nobody raped her. She got a Birth, 'Lord Jesus' He is known the son of God. He sacrificed for him, To establish the image of God, Justice and equality, Liberty and fraternity, Faith and worshipping. But in Mahabharta, Kunti also got a baby Karan, Nobody raped and touched her body, Her lover was a divine 'SUN, His warrior son was accepted as untouchable. He has his fight against insult, Equality was a matter for him, When Kunti realised herself 'a mother, He sacrificed himself for Pandavs. Lord Krishna failed to identify 'Karan'. Lord Shiva didn't touched 'Anjani, He dropped simon in her Ear, With a support of a Bamboo stick, She got a baby, 'Hanuman' He supported Lord Rama to win Lord Rawana. In Ramayana, when Hanuman, He went to search Sita, Sita got her Pregnancy, Lord Rama banished Sita And denied, 'She hasn't got her Child'. But Lord Rawana also denied, He didn't touched Sita, Who was unknown person who met to Sita, He was Hanuman, But history didn't reckon his face. Nature always delivered, A message of God when human denied him, He served natural disasters, Or He sent Prophets with his message, God never born himself; what is a distinction?
How do you feel when you don't speak? What is wrong if you participate in a discussion week? Most of the people they never speak when they are free, They never mind who is suffering they don't like worry. If ancestors who participated they don't speak, What would be the nature of world's steak? The system is developed for everyone's benefit, If someone is poor, unemployed or a lit. A person is managing and collecting complains, How can he serve better he cares for blames? If someone is n't satisfied and living a wild, He expects as a mature but plays as a child. His excitement and encouragement is only a dream, He always sparks he does n't like main stream. He behaves as a smuggler and seeds corruption, His grudge is only money he cries for interruption. When people visit to their God's home, He counts only donation his nature is as a broom. Why do you prefer to work if money is only a matter? A clever person has his opinion, he is a good chatter. A person drew a cartoon of God you demonstrated, I respect you if you understand God lives in a cartoon painted. You never thought the innocents those who were blasted, They were only human Bomb not human who were frosted. When innocent were raped and killed you never spoke, They were n't you that are religious why mankind has stroke. I am Dalit; I know that over the centuries you ruled me, I am still Dalit crying for justice you always befooled me. My God isn't a God but your God is only a God, That is equal for all; they are living at home or abroad.
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They're on big trees. They're pollinated by bees. Smallest parts are seeds.
Aunty Curly was knitting a scarf, She opened a book and wrote it half, A mouse was running under book rack, A cat was after on the same track. They never bothered someone is in the hall, They were playing as a player with a ball. A dog was sleeping on a sofa chair, A cat waits for him when mouse goes there. She felt anger when mouse turned this time, Aunty was murmuring a poem in rhyme. She heard a noise something was smashed, Porcelain was on the ground and it was cracked. She bought it last week that was so nice, A thing was scattered on the floor that was rice, A container was lying on a one side, A lid was hiding a lampshade's behind. But a dog was still watching laid his head, He hasn't noticed anything as he was dead. Aunty was annoyed she pushed the cat out, When she came back she also has a shout. You are lazy dog why did you n't stop them? You are mastermind you did that scam. Get out from the chair don't cry for food, I always bothered you disturbed my mood. I was willing to finish my scarf very soon, I hope to wear in a party to night's moon. You lost my temper I shall punish you, Don't come back it'll punish you if came through. Why did you co-operate a cat with a mouse? Who will pay the fine if you don't pay my loss? She brought a brush and cleared all mist, A Chair was empty nobody was on its rest. She received a letter council was on raid, Keeping the entire stray dog in a street laid. She was terrified and jumped out in the street, She didn't saw her Dog that was on a beat. She rushedly closed the door and ran after him, Dog was in the park after the food has no blame. When she called Tom where are you? Dog didn't listen to her and walked on his crew. Aunty was after him he stopped on a pool, The lads were catching fishes it was very cool. She again asked Tom come with me to home, You are silly Dog why you are tearing Tom. She embraced him and came back home, She cleaned his seat and put new foam. You are my family member don't feel shame, I am getting old that's why is my blame. I am on pension and can't walk a long, You need to supervise when happens wrong. I also banished the cat but she is normal, You always mind whatever it is formal.
bounty of the earth come ye thankful people come for it is autumn and the leaves are coming down run run sweet John Barley Corn Entry To Kristin Reynolds Autumn Tanka Contest
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Edwin Hubbel wrote in 1925 "....the principal of the uniformity of nature thus seems to rule undisturbed in this region of space......" But , I take exception to that statement , because of mankinds un-natural tendencies to disregard the natural order which in kind ( or un-kind ! ) nature play's along rudely to our cruel misconduct , since it took millions of years to establish a non-toxic atmosphere ( to land mammals ) that we have taken for granted and have inconvenietly disrupted in a manner of just hundrends of years . Just the double negative effect alone should be a warning to how we should approach our future , these being , excess carbon emissions and deforestation . The positive and negative relationship is two-fold here in a short explanation , our tree's absorb carbon and emit oxygen , less trees , more carbon , and we accelerate a negative process . If you take for example , our own biological systems as humans , we need oxygen to breathe to live , the positive , but the negative is that oxygen attributes to decomposition , which could accelerate the ageing process of the body , which is why proper nutrition is important , especially foods rich or drinks rich in anti-oxidants . In short , I believe it becomes very important to be aware of the natural order of our relationship to our overall system without our exploitive behaviors which only encourage a consumerism attitude .
Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words. Frothing at mouth Distemer shows itself Taking over body and mind Mans best friend Slowly dies Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!
Beware from alligators, A notice board was hanged, Outside the pond, And water was very quiet. I tried to look around, I haven't seen any alligator, But suddenly an animal came, And bend to drink water. I have seen a giant alligator, Attacked on an animal, But a poor animal has lost his life, But board was still hanging. I have seen thousands alligators, In white clothes but never seen, Any notice board, is system so worst? They are sucking bribery who noticed.
Who is the one that is able to see what is now , happening to me are you hearing what they say as they walk God's loving way I feel it won't change it's always been the same when I wake tomorrow I will yet feel the pain does anybody really care I have yet to see How can I ever learn how that I should be Books there are sharing Lectures many on Love but I have yet to find a human tender as a dove Hands as soft as velvet Words as gentle as a stream sensitivity to my feelings that I've never seen This is Gods forsaken land the shallow depths , the heart of man a babbling brook and empty store provisions gone and stocked no more Why hold we to theses concepts dear when to men's hearts they are not near To some who seek these tenets that belong this reality the hope lies in the future that change will come to be written following slander by those professing to hold Truth dear...... I am so over it now but my thinking that those who profess to follow Jesus need to be more careful about displaying what they BELIEVE as God can see us COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Fresh Air blows to touch the high chimneys and fell downs in a pool of smoke and flew above as clouds
When alone, we die When lonely, we die We long for deep longings We long for in-depth relatedness Deep longings In-depth relatedness Are vital to our humanness. At the higher level There is no otherness At the lower level There is no oneness Everyone, an integral part Everyone, an important part Of another yet bigger part Of another yet better part. Let thrive together Or let die together Let grow From one another's growth Let be great From one another's greatness. Let improve our own self By improving others' self There is no greater pleasure Than exploring our true nature Than caring for our true nature.
God has already prepared a big sea fish; So, throw Jonah overboard. You will make promises to this God After you throw Jonah overboard. The wild squall will finally be calmed When you throw Jonah overboard. Pray to God for what you're about to do And throw Jonah overboard. You won't be able to row back to land; So throw Jonah overboard. Though the sea is raging violently, Throw Jonah overboard! The guilty man told you what to do; So throw Jonah overboard. Ask him why the ship's about to break; Then, throw Jonah overboard. Cast your lots to see on whom it falls; Then, will you throw Jonah overboard? Tell him to call on his God for help; Later, you'll throw Jonah overboard. Go below deck to wake the deep sleeper And throw Jonah overboard. Don't throw your cargo off the ship. Throw Jonah overboard! No need to pray to any other god; Just throw Jonah overboard, For the God of earth who sent this storm Wants you to throw Jonah overboard. He told you he was running from God. So, throw Jonah overboard! Or give back his fare to save yourself, And don't let Jonah board.
The Global Warming Goblins were gruesome sneaky creatures and there are movies featured with these creatures they 'd often spread gruesome tales just to scare they didn't care like tales of dying whales... and dying polar bears... They'd pretend to like nature . They'd pretend to like humans Yet, the gruesome sneaky goblins blamed them for the strife they set out to hurt humans for the rest of their life. Crunch! Gobble! Crunch! "The earth will melt-they'd shout!" And many more lies spread about! "The earth will burn!" "The earth won't turn!" Lies, Lies, Lies ! " Serve us or lose your head!" "For if you don't, you will dread.!" Crunch! Gobble ! Crunch! Copyright McCuen 2008
My demons are not dead yet The come alive when I wake up from bed Everyday is a battle Facing an audience I rattle Questions on the spot Oh a whole class I forgot My confidence breaks to a frequent low When ever I find it my demons seem to know I wish they would die Its up to me to kill so I can fly june 2005 - about my new job
I never preferred my dad, He always objected me, He doesn't like my company, He argues on my smoking and alcohol, Also minds my late night parties. But I felt as a puppy at home, I opposed him and always cried, This is my life, I know better than you, You know nothing; he shut the door roughly, And went out for a while. Mum always supported me. She bought new clothes, Jewellery, make up dressings, She curled my hairs and taught me, How to use lipsticks and eyebrows? I was totally young, It seems nice when someone praised me, But dad argues, this is my learning age, I don't need a company of adults. You need better caring. But I mind, he behaves why as me enemy? I failed to understand him, He was a responsible parent. He was trying to build my future, He found it very later when I dig me in the hell. I was only a child when I got a baby girl, I lost my freedom and best opportunities, Burden loaded me sick. My boy friend never accepted me a partner, He was already married. When my father asked me for abortion, I abused him a killer, first time, He said to me, one day you will repent, This is your terrible mistake. You lost your path before to walk. I want to be a Mum, I never imagined, what is it responsibility? Why dad objected me, always, I am a chain smoker and alcoholic, He never came back to encourage me.
Rain top canopy Sea of green Spread like a carpet For any Amazon Queen Meandering flows Delta bound Fresh and sea River down Indigenous tribes Never seen In tranquil peace Below the green Nature blessed This basin of life Diversity of species Jaguar to wood lice But this modern day Even by the hour Mans machines Deforest, devour What comes of the tribes Their jungle zoo As these world conglomerates Do as they do There has to be change Before all greenery falls We have to adjust Before the bell tolls The nations so might At the table sit down Preserve this wonder With World Heritage Crown Amazonia Modern and tribal If we continue to maim Raped suicidal
It is the tendency of all things in nature to remain, undisturbed, one mind. Oh unnatural humans! Why must they cause ripples in the clear midnight pond distorting the moon's face?
GROWN-UP OF SNOW The wintertime came vigorous, fall in torn rivers, trees, hills by snow spacing white boots let imprints stepped across trails roofs in split white water crystal Villages masses and sight snow shown as term Thanksgiving thou Christmas ritual it eras – Folks made balls and struck targets wherever sculpt figured of statues' chart in precious skaters sped brash in snow-hill roads Outlaw drunk water-crystal melts in grass. Drivers saw naught at windshields, at feet headlights up reach tiny space snow falling roads, the heinous nights induce the minds roads' and transit-line sign up coating Of snow, who can fallow it? Up hit by shovel roads pull up thy eyes. Deers south for grass foods lost up ground coat-ice floors-snow became the terrain And ice fishiest regions' build-up. Spring came lit, grants ripen the Villages but, not bodies wanna steps by melting ice while' snow sight gone we knew the place and each thing pass-off regress nature way The rains hitting, and buds sprouting anew!
What is human nature and how can we define? Human nature is adorable and understandable. Human nature is actionable and appreciable. Human nature is appraisable and affectable. Human nature is affable and affectionable. Human nature is admissible and admireable. Human nature is approachable and affordable. Human nature is achievable and adjustable. Human nature is believable and blameable. Human nature is breakable and sustainable. Human nature is courageable and capable. Human nature is correctable and changeable. Human nature is criticisable and compatible, Human nature is corruptible and comparable. Human nature is careable and curable. Human nature is comfortable and collapsible. Human nature is credible and creditable. Human nature is debateable and demonstrable. Human nature is dreamable and digestible. Human nature is detectable and dyeable. Human nature is discernible and discerptible. Human nature is delightable and creatable. Human nature is eligible and forcible Human nature is flexible and fallible. Human nature is functionable and freightenable Human nature is fashionable and enjoyable. Human nature is gullible and greedable. Human nature is honourable and habitable. Human nature is heartable and hopeable. Human nature is irritable and incredible. Human nature is indelible and irascible. Human nature is invisible and irresistible. Human nature is incorrigible and imaginable. Human nature is irresponsible and loveable. Human nature is legible and liable. Human nature is likeable and mistakable. Human nature is memorable and amusable. Human nature is negligible and navigable. Human nature is noticeable and negotiable. Human nature is ostensible and originable. Human nature is perceptible and plausible. Human nature is predictable and peaceable. Human nature is presentable and questionable. Human nature is quotable and responsible. Human nature is reliable and definable. Human nature is readable and reproducible. Human nature is retainable and recognisable. Human nature is rememberable and sensible. Human nature is supportable and suppressible. Human nature is surpriseable and suspectable. Human nature is tangible and tillable Human nature is thinkable and terrible. Human nature is tryable and trustable. Human nature is tolerable and unstoppable. Human nature is vulnerable and acquirable. Human nature is liveable and smileable.
Misty veil lifts revealing early morning sunrise. Spring buds engorged with life begin to show wonder held within, mystically unfolding natures beauty. A crop of delicate colour, gentle scents mingle in the air, as tiny heads gently nod approval to the bold, majestic crowns that stand head and shoulders above them. Respectfully each stands their ground aware of passion needed to give their very best, in short time of show before shrivelling in death. To nourish and nurture the core of itself or the ground to which it seeds itself by winds, rains or insects, giving wake to stronger fellowship next year.
Autumn leaves drift slowly Interacting with breeze That caresses and coaxes down To land upon soft knees Where they decompose so Early spring plants can grow Up and greet baby deer and birds Gives life, happiness though (This is a form of Poulter's measure. It is 6,6,8,6 with second and fourth rhyming. When you add the first two lines equal 12 and the last two lines added equal 14.)
The parched earth Cannot quench thirst Heaven pours into it, 'spirit' In the appeased soil, The seeds sprout!
Soil is to soul as nature is to spirit as nature's systemic evolution is to religious education as polycultural incarnation is to permacultural comprehension as yang is to yin.
A stony heart and my pain, Fights together for a gain, They thunder as clouds, They spark as lightening pods. They burn their pain, They eat always sustain. They blame eachother, And broken their feather. From childhood to olds, They struggle for bolds. They never learn a lesson, Argument is their fashion. They put pressure on them, They like each other's trim. They never understand, A fact of life's brand. They lost their peace, And patience in a race. What will we achieving? If nothing takes a person dying. They never compromise, But both are wise. They plan always peace. But they like it to freeze.
Is that you? A person who speaks, God is one, And we all are brothers and sisters. May I ask you? All my brother and sisters, Are gathered and holding, Shinning swords. What is this terror? What was missing? That I didn't understand, Look at my sprinkles. My children understand you, They also have followed your technique, To kill and rape innocents, Whom I blame to?
as you become of age and life began to fade you must be aware the some to care i tell you cards red and blue you pay HALF FARE
The moment the second string is cut and the cog flies through space until it settles on the bottom and the third string reveals itself!
Are your married, yes, I am? He asked me, how many children? I have three and enough for family, Do you know how many I have? I don't know, I have seven kids. What, I astonished. How old are you? I am 22; my first partner has two, And second has three but third one, Also have two, I am expecting more, How do you manage all and what it is? My first girl friend knew that I have one, But second also knew that I have one. But nobody knew that I have three, And I am a father of sevens. It is my culture, nobody knows a father, It is a mum's job, to look after children, I am quiet smart taking a good benefit, They afford me, I am in progress. He was smiling and has a smoke, I am not as you to die for only one.
Star of the morning Seeing you truly for the first time Longing to understand you To reach out and touch Frozen in time You can only plot The course designed Destined to follow the same path Year after year For how many have you known Sometimes in the East Then again in the West Placed in space for man To enjoy on nights When the clouds don't Obscure the line of light Slowly each morning The sun puts you to sleep Sleeping all day Rested you return To please men again Whether it is men On the sea or shore Your light guides again
Slight of movement minute flutterings flicker over my stomach; as imagination takes on passing butterfly's wings. It's the beginning of one very new. An early geminal stage, the foundations of something so much bigger to come.... Rudimentary hiccups of one so slight. Invisible behind my bump grows, an immature being - I've seen it at scan stage. Underdeveloped, a miracle - all manmade. My future, my hopes, my dreams. My child.
through closed curtains shot a path of light a shape so straight and strong coming from the sun it didn't take long in and through the room it chased away gloom and stopped on my closet door it brightened a space where colors take place floating in the beam where tiny little things that without the beam are never seen dust and lent quite possibly and entire planet who knows how Gods time is spent
Secreted burst of time so short One would wonder, was it naught? Gamma Ray Bursts so mysterious not long ago, Now understood, what next shall we know. Looping tendrils of coronic waves Not the usual solar way the sun behaves Neutrinos, neutrinos.... Do you add up? Or is your existence, A useless empty cup? Or are you like the ocean; A hydrogen hydroxide molecule of no significent importance Till nature, through happenstance, Collects seventy trillion quadrillion such molecules, powered to 10x10x10 And power and beauty unimagined Come forth in their needed yen So much to learn, we must, As we are barely above cosmic dust.
Injected eyes, Poached-egg lids, Rosy cheeks, While walking he reels. Speech irrelevant, Belly corpulent, Handshake hot, Language rot, These will be the wages of sin, For those who live on whisky and gin.
To listen is to learn To learn is to grow To grow is to teach To teach is to enrichen To enrichen is to enlighten To enlighten is to almost To touch upon creation To touch upon creation Is to grow closer to God To grow closer to God Is to learn Is to grow Is to teach Is to enlighten. Is to truely live.
Echoes of the past whisper gently around, Bold whirls of the present will surround. Voices change from season to season. Usually they speak without reason. As time blows by, so does the wind. Not knowing the language, they send. We have no other choice but to defend. Neither do we know what it could bend. Many languages are spoken around us still. Like the speed of the wind, we can feel. No obligation to trim or narrow the gap, We create another one known as rap. We cherish our heritage and that is great. Remember your past; navigate the gate. Choose one voice or language to send. Lose the many voices, chasing the wind.
Who is right and what is wrong? Everyone likes to sing a song. Who is small and who is tall? Everyone is same when they fall. Who is black and who is white? A meaningless matter living has a fight. Who is rich and who is poor? Living for food sickness has no cure. Who is dirty and what is clean? Air has mixture no different brain. What is darkness and what is enlightment? Everyone dies nobody pays a different rent. Who is a child and who is an old one? A child has dispute, an old has fun. It is rhyme of a life to live with own, Love has cry sadness is mourn.
A day will come back, A week will come back, A year will come back, But a passing life, Never comes back. A morning comes back, An evening comes back, A season comes back, But fallen leaves, Never comes back. Memory comes back, Bad incident reminds back, Ill treatment hurts back, But a lost love, Never comes back.
Spring into a breathing space; Feel delicate wild flowers brush against your feet; Wander into the secluded meadow; Stop to admire the gentle curves of Spring boughs; Relish them bursting with fragrant blossoms; Celebrate new life in abundance.
Bright, red delicious apples Wedged side by side on crates Packed and boxed for production Thrown in stacks, shipped on freights Handled with less care Tossing and turning all about From freight to freight to markets Still beautiful when taken out Stacked atop each other again Judged, pressed, thumped and bunched Bought and rolled inside a bowl Yet, alluring until it's crunched When it's fruit has been revealed With a taste that's mushy sweet Unseen, unknown til it's bitten How deeply bruised and beat Passed hand to hand, person to person Now rejected and thrown in the woods The consumer, the user, disappointed Because no one wants damaged goods
Because I was beaten....I beat, Because I was abused....I abuse, Because I was hurt....I repeat, Because others found it funny....I'm amused, I come from a broken home....that's why I'm stoned, I wasn't loved....thats why I don'e believe, I was left all alone....that's why I can't stay home, I was poor....that's why I need, That's why....I can't, That's why....you don't understand, That's why....about nothing I rant, That's why....I need a hand, Life did me wrong, Life took it all, Life....a broken mans sad song, Life....and you missed the call, But...I wasn't given a chance, But....I can't love, But....it was a trance, But....no one was ever above, Excuses.... for not, Excuses....for, Excuses because that's all they are and that's all you got, Excuses....save them I heard them all before.
He was standing at the top, On a mounted tower, And watching on the slopes, Greenery was lending, On the earth. And very far, A rising smoke, Was touching clouds, The quiet air was looking at, A ladder of Earth.
I know, You are so smart, You can cheat me. I know, You are very wise, You can beat me. When I have smile, You heard my trial, Judgment chased me. You always shot pain, My love having a drain, Who am I you raised me?
You can answer If question is wrong, If answer is right, You can sing a song. No need to think, You need to do it quick, You shall lose five marks, If your brain is thick. If you did it right, You need a further fight, If you did it wrong, You need a back flight. One plus one, why makes two, One minus one it makes null too, One multiplies one is also one, One divides one also one is through
mouth to mouth a matter was fired on when I walked street was burning as sand when my home was smoking
A mum packed her baby And threw on the way Travelling in a car I read in the paper. A mum left her baby Outside the bin Used public toilets I read in the paper. A mum flew away With her new friend She has five children I read in the paper. A mum sold her baby And searching the peace Believes in a religion I read in the paper. A mum divorced her husband And killed a child She was mentally up-set I read in the paper. I can't afford baby A baby is too expensive I amn't a baby I read in the paper
When I was born, My hands were empty. When I was died, My hands were empty. What was a difference? When I was born. My family relatives and friends Congratulates to my family. My father got proud on my Mum. And arranged a big party, And celebrated as a happy day. I have seen happiness around me. My Aunty got jealous, Not only with my Mum, Also with me, because She had six daughters. She knocked all religious doors, And followed every single instruction, But failed to have a male baby. And her family were grown as Pumpkin. She also kidnapped me, At spot, she and her supporter Sadhu, Was arrested, when I was saved, They were preparing me for a sacrifice. For the happiness of a Statue God, And believing to transfer my soul, As a male in my Aunt's family. My life was a challenge to them. My father said to her, If you asked me to adopt my son, As yours, believe me, I admit it, But I am shame, you did this for me. Do you believe? God will be happy, To kill this innocent. If it is easy to get something, Society never stops to gain their wish. My friends also hated me, I was clever in education And healthy in sport. They never appreciated my deeds. Always introduced new stoppers. People also minded about my Love, When I fall in Love with a Lovely Girl, Her family was poor. Poverty insulted them and snatched Grace, And also humiliated me. My family and relatives, Ill-treated me, and provoked. Her acceptance was only for a dowry. I was honest and worked hard, My innocence was also a crime. Everyone get benefit to befool me. My honest life was a misery And everyone challenged me, In a race of earnings, They teased me when I was alive. When I were died, People also came to express sorrowness, And promised when I was absent, Their feelings are with my family. My life was empty, And died with empty hands. Religion and traditions are, Society worshipping them. But never accepted me a human, As human, I didn't understand, Whatsoever made this system? It is only for living. A human born for living, to enjoy All free sources, as a human, who knows? Insulted person has a better life. After his death, in Heaven.
My Nature is very co-operative, But imitated and irritated sometimes, When lost its shadow, And burns without smoke, When a day comes, That has never changed. But I always blamed, It was bad time, Or It was my bad luck, I saw this morning, someone's nasty face, Or a black cat had crossed my way, But I never observed my weaknesses. My politeness becomes always negative, When a person blames, Why do you ask my name? That's my personal, Where do I live? Why do I share my business? Everyone claims, He is innocent and honest, A killer always pretends, Although he takes an oath of his God, He never stands with faith, A lawyer knows crime but justifies only gain. . What do you think? Is Judge N't known? A criminal is standing in front, He is poison in society, But he delivers justice, If system proves him guilty. Who is unconscious in this world? A teacher, a doctor or a preacher, But everyone blames to a politician, Who is only responsible that holds power? Only for justification his representation, Is such day will come? When I shall justify, Your cooperation is genuine.
Spiritualism, What do you know about it? Worshipping or prayering a God, Or willing to share, A power for touching to realise only, But nothing to clarify, The power, That is touching dreams, Is it actual power of God? Or a Devil control, Is it a matter of a soul? Or it's Belief. My Father was a Saint, He worships and prayer, Everyday God in receipts, He utilises his power, To bless others, To remove the disease, Black shadows on a body, That was controlling them, People comes for blessings, But I always was annoyed. One day I asked to my Father, Have you arranged something? So you can protect your soul, At a last moment, When you were leaving your body, He answered; Yes, My Master (Guru) will come, To protect and receive me. When he was dying, I saw a white shadow, On his behind the feet, My hand was on his chest, I were also prayering, He put idea into my Mind, What do you think about Guru Nanak? He is my God. I confirmed my belief. Can he protect his father? Yes, if he wants, I said, Is he protected him? He asked, No, I replied, Then Why do you protecting your Dad? As soon as I have removed my hand, He departed to me, But I put my lips on his lips, And start pushing on his chest, Something entered to me, When I came back home, I heard, someone is following me, I cried, a power is in my house, I got affection, When I travel, The different places, When I met to the people, Their bodies smell to me, When someone rang to me, Their body smell interrupts me, I investigated my differences, Most spirituals when I saw them, Their power appears to me, When I attend funerals, Bodies smell to me, When I bent to a Comb, My worshipping soul chased me, And I saw entrances, When a bad smell, That was entering into my body. Six months continue, I having a receipt and prayer, I was willing salvation, My family was worried, Why have I had no sleep? I was totally up set, But my investigation was continuing, When I watched television, My soul enjoy sex with others, And catched them from a Tele screen. A shadow also disturbs me, And shares sex when I have, I have a long fight, On a Christmas occasion, I were watching, A film on Prophecy, When bodies were smelling to me, The screen developed an image, And provided me a solution, When I touched my Lips, A departing soul from his body, That entered into my body, It was a black soul. That eats others soul.
When I were a child, My brothers and sisters Get education in separate schools. Girls were in Girls schools, Boys were in Boys school. Also their teacher male And female was separate. After 16 years old, they join, College on their choices. They were fully grown up, And able to understand relations. Their desires excited them to write, A letter, and their vocabulary and Nature provided knowledge of love. Love was their base of living, When they get married, A choice was in their mind, A choice of enjoyment, A choice of Living, Childhood was a learning institute, Respect was a meaning in family. Time was very quiet and desires Of love was hidden growing. There was a choice to see each other, When co-education taken place, Attraction of beauty has lost, A meaning of growth and lost A chapter to understand relations. Physically harassment and mentally, Exploitation grew up in modern society. A child is a mother of a child, A child fails to protect a family life, Tension and burden compels them, To use extra smoking and drinking, So they can live in peace with pills.
Her behaviour was exceptionable but exceptional. She has enormity of inflammable but flammable, Her feasibility generalize that women is most credible, Naturally internment, ingenious but usually seasonable. Prevaricate, masterful and triumphal but confessional, Intensive to locate liability to decimate flout, Careable, loveable, a family addicted always in doubt, Import surcharge, impediment, tortuous, indulgent decisional. Children and woman why conflicts conscience consignment, What is consensus, consecutive censure considering? Conservatism is consequential continuous consistent, Living is execute and executive, exempt revising. Nature, God or sophistication who is defendant? Hell or heaven, what is important living excising?
A person laughs, When he feels astonishing, And he realises himself, How happy he is? As a person weeps, When he gets nervous. And he realises himself, How sad he is? When he understands differences, He plans for life, The values and resources, Draws a way for him. Joy and happiness he aims, Success and luxury he claims, His motive is living for pleasure, Target is only a rising measure. He feels sick when he fell over, He lost courage to gain grower, He lives with his memories, And blames others, But never realises, Life is turning, In a wheel fortune, Circumstances are cycling around him.
Why are you always the last one I think to call upon in times of dire need? In desperation my thoughts mingle, become a minefield of explosion, as I bring all my deep set fears and troubles. I do not see your face and yet I am not blind, no voice can I hear yet my ears have no issue regards hearing; I try to reach out - unable to touch you My heart yearning and mind tormented. This world is strange, many things in this world new things appearing we are not sure of; whether of your plan or not? So called alien and spiritual happenings, things moving, occurrences unknown. I remain but one of those confused. Which things to believe I know not, but have seen some myself, although remain skeptical of others. How are we to decipher Where are we being led?
A person can trace a person he has such skills. When he blames a person, he becomes a criminal. Then why he is criminal and innocents suffering, Then who will trust in if he fights for covering? Someone isn't guilty when he is breaking system, Law cares for his safety and believes in custom. Barriers and barriers a person is feeling tiredness, What will be future if human has a guilty kiss? He works for joy but conscious fills in pressure, When he feels guilt and thinks himself in a crusher. When he is strong he never cares for his deeds, When he feels sick and dies for his greeds. Nobody has tracing greeds as he made him nervous, He never understands always wanders in curves, Crisis comes and he replaces it with cleverness, But he is only a man and he is a big robber.
Don't cry in the darkness, If you shall sleep in bearwood. If you feel cold in the dark, You shall need for fire a clearwood. If you feel sad in loneliness, You have need to burn a cheerwood. If you shall be afraid in darkness, You have no need to burn a tearwood. Don't care for anything in danger, You need to fight in a fearwood. Happiness is a game of two, It will appear if they play in dearwood.
My dad is little angry but mum is alright. If they feel different don't get so tight. They love me very much that's why, They always measure what is my height? Dad heart is pure consult me always free, I respect for experience he has knowledge light. Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion, Her choice is wonderful and very bright. They shared my pain and offered happiness, Sometimes I have argument but they were right. If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot, Money and degree can't get a place might. If children are in early age they grown up soon, Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight. A right time is a right time and bad time is bad, Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.
When smoke was rounding in a cycle, Sunrays were shining on Earth, Carbon dioxide and oxygen got its birth, A first drop of water touched the Planet. On his first day, When water started to vaporise, Gases and chemicals produced a seed, Steam opened mind of nature. When smoke converted in to clouds, Rain touched the burning heart of soil, Nature took time to balance planets. When days and Nights got pregnancy, Time became a first child of nature. Seeds delivered their hearts, After Rain, first time frogs played music. The Earth became a world, Trees, insects, animals and human, Got their birth, as well as, Time provides them colours.
Pardon my mask I will put you on pedestal to torment me, because you were necessary for my existence. When I prepare finally my death wish you can smile. Your eyes are looking through my head, I know, you were hurt from my moon face. I will wash your feet with my tears now. Exhausted, nameless in a crowd I was counting my see-through triumphs all piled up as burned out bones. To live without meaning is very painful. Everything is abused for self gratification. Over a black sky, against the mountains the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith. SATISH VERMA
You always think, I am a child, I need more training, To sell your product, To understand, The nature of your product, But When you put an idea, In my human computer, And tried to search, The matching of your qualities, You were surprised, To read my abilities, The descriptions of my nature. The efficiency of living, And opened various different files, To alter barriers, To add new accelerations, You were compelled to say, I am an able man, I am no longer a child.
Dirt, When a person breaths, Comes into our mouth, And a person, Spits it again, On the earth, Where from, It starts to fly, It was cool, It seemed to me, As it was happy, To come back home.
Money is a matter. Telling me a Potter. Child is very expensive, Posted me a daughter. When you was a child, Your mum wasn't wild, If she can afford you, Why are you a hooter? I work always hard, But my wife was a guard, Always looking after me, She wasn't a modern cheater. Social life was very cheap, But nobody has a loud weep, Cold was everywhere cold, I enjoyed only coal heater. Central heating, electricity and gas, Heated up one face and two face, That's why she has complaint, Optional life is a meter.
(Dedicated to democratic values) A valentine day, Or a commitment of love, A progressive method, To break down fractions, Between two partners, Or two friends, They love eachother, To understand a living, The meaning of social existence. Only a flower, Or a card, Presents love, Where words smiles, As fragrance of a flower, And soul woos to another soul, In the depth of a heart, And follow a path of faith, Mercy and forgiveness develops. When a political group, Announces hooliganism, Or a fanaticism of a religion, To attack on lovers, To stop expression of hearts, What are relationships in the educationalists? Also following a warning of a terrorist group, And prohibited students in Mumbai, N't to celebrate a Valentine day. On the other channel a television, It has broadcasting of Hindu Saints, To merge Adiwasis (untouchables), Back to Hinduism, Who were converted Christians, And saints were preaching, Not to follow a path of terrorism, What is a definition of democracy? Or a feudal system is strengthen, In a part of the World in India.
Willows bend with the mighty wind Oaks crack, tumbling to the earth Pay attention, nature is teaching us Lessons to give, since its very birth Strength is in the willow as it bends Not snapping like the Oak, so tall To be flexible is the message for us Otherwise, one in the winds, would fall Birds tend to fly south in the winter Showing instinct to stay safe and warm Learn from the feathered teachers Grow with changes, to escape harm Turtles have a shell to protect them They hide in it with no words to say Learn from them, how they are handled For they live to walk another day The lion, the mightiest of hunters Sits still and silently awaits its prey Take a lesson here from the attacker Wait your turn, it will come, your day So look upon nature, the face of the earth As it serves to teach us all what we need Watch closely, copy, maybe just use once With balance, then practice, you're sure to succeed
If academic degree is sufficient, To mobilise or to activate, To improve a vision of someone's nature, To learn skills and to provide, Best opportunity to deliver, A better service for the welfare, And for a high standard for living, I also succeed to get a higher degree. When I found myself, Degree develops only sources for living, Not sufficient to establish, Justice, Equality, Liberty and fraternity, I had lost a balance of my life. I stop to read only books on a subject, I chose all the basics that I need, To become a human: a civil person. The society is facing injustice, Inequality, bonded labour, racism, Prejudicism, what is behind them? Only degree holders, If they were human and civil person. Nobody cries on Earth for help, Poverty, injustice, racism, Inequality and racism, Is a provision of these intellects? If they are educated, Their standard should be based on education, As they have belief, And service, it seems, There academic education is bluff. Who does prepare children for suicides? Who does care soldiers to kill innocents? Who is greedy and not selfish? Was Lord Jesus academic? Was Lord Mohamed academic? Was Lord Rama academic? Was Lord Krishna academic? Why these academic people still have belief, Heaven is better place for living, They are dishonest and corrupt, They deliver cruelity and exploitation, Because they are son of Devil.
i come through night i come through day abcent for days or somtimes years am neither on time for its my say i am your true friend music to your ears i can arrive in seconds begone in a flash for i am emortal i cannot be taught i can leave you intact or turn yo to ash your one true friend i cannot be bought speak through others mostly yourself often mistaken and blinded in denial man or god cannot fool me with wealth be patient my friend ile make it worthwile take my hand for its no crime next destination its your choice refuse the other hand its not mine with you lstening to that old clock chime
You are great because, You have opportunity to grow, You are great because, You have system to help you. Don't blame me, I am n't criminal, Don't blame me, I am n't ideal. I understand as you understand, I feel as you feel, My poverty is curse, Because you never prefer me. Your religion always exploited me, Your education always ignored me, I am also not a beggar, If You have selection a person on my place.
When first the cold wind, Blew to them, they flew away, To dance under the sky, To welcoming the clouds. They sat on the air waves, And made tops as peak of mountains, Tired rose up with its joy, Up and down to cuddle birds. Sea, Bird and Air convey massage, To the plants and trees, All shared their happiness, To kiss rain drops. Animals bathed their bodies, Burning earth smiled once again, New leaves and grass touched rays, Nature delivered fruit and flowers in joy. Unblocked and unbreakable affords, Hide new dreams of love, To touch un-awakened mind, To keep this life for living.
Again you made friends, words wanted to leave the paper blank for the parched lips, crying eyes, trembling hands. Missing stanzas, flowing river, rootless floats. You did not feel like- time filled you every minute, you were empty, poor. When you read the end you understood beginning. Will to die was not sufficient you had not completed the script. Alone in crowd you wanted words to commit suicide. Democracy was a funny name. Everybody was sad, except the lead who did not know where to go. One day you found your voice and were surprised you were everybody when you were hurt, you bled inside and your blood then mixed with the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried and you became separated from you and did not say anything! SATISH VERMA
When a person is abnormal, And his decision after a while, Compels him to ask for excuse. He can't claim he has a right decision, A decision reminds a person always, Humiliation, degration and repents, It seems himself he is flowing, In a guilt trap without any notice. Conscious never spares a person, When a person is physically powerful, He lives to pressurise his memories, When body falls weaken, memory gets sharp. In the olden days when a fault, Becomes a memory, most of people, Become physically disable, And lay down unconscious over months. Until their memory is active, They never die, they suffer, For their wrongs in olden days, A mind never deletes a person's wrong.
Mosquito flies, A body realises it. When bites, Mosquito cries, When it flies over ear, It hears clear. Mosquito bites, But why it cries, Is it a sign of his victory? That he realises a person, I am so tiny, But I can attack you. Or he sings a song, A person can't beat him, It is always danger for him. Where a person lift his dirt, Mosquito appears straight away, And spreads cholera. Or he awares a person, If you didn't care for rubbish, I can kill you, I have such poison.
If a child can't make a mess, when can they? Don't keep their curiosity at bay A child grows too fast Their innocent days should not be put last Let them play and keep an eye When you blink then time will fly
At a low point in my life, Recently seperated from a cheating wife, My dear mother had soon there after died... And my numbed heart only cried, To top it off, I'd lost my job... Another reason for me to sob At that time my tears were damp, I considered taking life's exit ramp.. I found myself one spring afternoon On the boardwalk contemplating doom When suddenly I did realize Just what lay before my eyes... The awesome size and power of the ocean Of which I didn't have a notion Of how and when it was born, To that thought my curiousity was drawn.. How many 8 oz. glasses of water does it hold? And tell me, if you can, just how old? But mostly, how'd it come to pass, How long for God to cast... Just minutes earlier I'd felt so sad Seeing each couple, seemingly glad To be with the one they love, Blessed by God above. Each happy look burned deep, Why can't I find love to keep? But the ocean set me a perspective, And now that I was reflective, Perhaps I can carry on, And live with the fact my old world was gone.
When Sun delivers shine skin starts to burn, Body is seeking protection from sharp rays. Water vaporises and converts as clouds, Rain comes and air delivers weather cold. My son came to me and asks about natural system, Why does rain come down, why don't clouds go up? If water evaporates with the heat waves, And how clouds stay in the sky to cover rays?
"It's a snail, crept up on by a spider, mutating into a porcupine, being eaten by a jellyfish!" What a work of art! I apologize, mere words cannot describe it!
A Light was flashing, on the table, A book was open to read, The words were identified, only in light, But Eyes were unable, to catch them. Peace was cool, in the darkness. But A subject was stormy, A boat of mind, Was struggling, to measure, the height of tides. The breath was feeling sweat, But light was unable, to across the wall. Then the night was moving, backward to past.
A day after a day, A night after a night, Time acrossed to my mind, Every moment my body produces energy, Water, food and air, Fertilizes my breath, When I opened eyes, Mind automatically switched on his memory box, As a movie camera, And stores all the sights, That walked through my vision, But only few restores, Those are having an objection on my normality, Very few were occurred strange, They become memory, That has always reverse gear, As rewinding a cassette, But all others flew away as undisturbed flowing water, Or a bird that always has fear of death, That runs away after food, A week after week, A year after year passed away, The strengthen of my birthdays touched a long queue, I always struggled, But my belly never got enough, It was always empty as my mind, Seeking company to share something, But never get boring, Eating, drinking, sleeping or chatting, I found nothing extra that is my life.
The correct answer was "virtual particles"- they just pop out of nowhere...Ex-lax reference was to "physics", and, yes, Shar almost nailed it- she is the declared winner.
(Dedicated to my natives who has suffering the cause of katrina Hurricane) Neither you nor I, Have no idea, Before to go to bed, We shall lose our destiny, Tomorrow. The wind will come, To show it's anger, The sea will cry, When Air will pick him. From it's original place. When the Sun will rise, Also the world will be surprised, To see a wide range of sea, When rays will reflect, On the poor waves on roofs. Human, tree and animal, Where needs were floating, And burning for a life, And crying for help, But air still ripping off them. Nobody thought last night, When they finished their last drink, After a little sleep, They shall be so poor, Their soul will cry as a beggar. The Law abiding people, Will be involved in Crime, To rape someone or to rob, But innocent cries, Will be higher for mercy. Who thought about this hurricane? And flee away from disaster, Their love and affection, not for heaven, They remember their play yards, They cried to live on Earth.
A person is short Or a person is tall, It counts, How they treat, When they bad fall. A person is slim, Or a person is fat, It counts, How they behave, When they chat. A person is old, Or a person is young, It counts, How they entertain, When they sing. A person is black, Or a person is white, It counts, When they understand, They cooperate or bite. A person is physical disable, Or a person is healthy, It counts, How they manage to deal, It doesn't count, They are poor or wealthy.
Serious or simple, But energetic, Physically or mentally, To communicate action. Contributive or participative, Initiative or furthering, To increase or to attach, But actual motion. To express the operation. To produce positiveness, An additional pattern, To correct negativeness. A supplement consistent, Confused or determined, Eccentric or deranged, The attributes of high concentration. Dependent on absence, Entity of performance, Different attitudes or a nature, With the assistance of enzymes
intoxicated in nature, intranced by the colors of summer as she beacons... blues, reds green.... running through grass chasing my worries away in the green... intoxicated by the words, inveloped in the wisdom and soaking it all in... whites, browns green... as seeing through your eyes into knowledge of green... pages turning about a new way of life, intoxicated.... in sounds, words, love for communication of intellegence... intoxicated by life.
We run a commission based agency, We shall train you professionalism, What is your choice, what do you want to be? Whatever you shall earn we charge percentage. After training job will be guaranteed. He was unemployed and seeking a job, He went to the counter and stop there, A young lady asked, what is your query? I want to be a professional robber, What is your commission rate? She called next and asked to a young lad, What is your query? I want to be a professional killer, If court sentenced me, How do you charge your rate? She called next and asked to a young lady, What is your query? I want to be a professional prostitute, Do you find the customer for me or I shall do? What is your percentage and how do you charge? She called next and again asked to a young lad, What is your query? I want to be a professional drug dealer, Do you supply me or I shall find out myself? How do you help me to handle the market? She called next and again asked to a young lad, What is your query? I want to be a professional rape master, How do you handle the situation? What is your policy for me and the victimised? She called them inside and ordered, lock them up, Today's generation is seeking free access, Money is only their easy target, Eat, drink and sleep is their only choice, There is no better place than a prison. We need to justify, what do they want? What is wrong in their attitude? Why are they so frustrated? What is wrong in the present system? Why do they hate to share, is someone hear them?
slow to gather my thoughts as dawn breaks awoken from a troubled sleep where monsters prowled and I hide demons of the past, demons of dimensions intermingled, momentarily, with mine fear and bravery I show sexual sirens of all shapes do tempt me cities and worlds shown too awesome for the wakened mind words of inspiration flow at the edge of wakefulness many do not take dreams as a thing of serious nature poor fools, they miss so many opportunities for enlightenment to be locked in this one dimension is the real fallacy the ultimate illusion shucking truth for hellucination reality for fantasy those who claim this is all there is see with a blinded eye turned inward those who sense the movements, unseen, about them get a glimpse of a bigger truth it's only a glimpse- a hint-a tantalizing sense- but it's existence can not be denied and all the natural wonders of earth merely hint at the wonders beyond my life, I suppose was merely an attempt to gleam this new vision and though my sight is poor, my senses are enlivened it's purely a natural progression all go through- but it's shocking to find one who's been alive so long, has but just now been awakened.
She never thought why have I wanted to be a good man? I want to do a better so I can prove I am her lovely fan. She never thought: she has rejection of my nature, I love her because I want to improve my future. What are her nature, what and how she liked to do? I work to find out my life wants to get through. It is a matter of heart that he likes and rejects, It is a matter of eyes that they rejects and selects. If I am annoyed when someone goes to tease her, If I am waiting for her when she goes a little far. Few things happen suddenly I am trying to understand, What human has different why he likes a special brand? Something is missing from us that we have a fight. We are learning to decide who is wrong and right? Waves are coming and dying to touch a shore, She likes cooperate but what is in your lore?
Sure 'nuff... We get use'd 'a, Places we was brought up in, Seems more natural than not, Having lived on the outskirts Of JFK airport, To fall asleep to the song of Jumbo jets roaring just overhead... Most natural to me... Now it's the country silence To keep me awake... Occassional distant train whistle, On the periphery of sound, Geese honking choir, Flying above ground... Soon I'll love these sounds that most adore.... Unless I die first... Of a life now so a bore."
There will come a time the tables will turn Whether or not they will learn They will get a taste Worrying is a waste Whether it backfires in 20 years from now It will backfire somehow
I believe we have more than two faces We act different to others in different places You don't talk to your mother like a brother You can say to your friend, but not to your boss "I don't give a toss" This is the realty of being a human being Its been adaptable and foreseeing Its not been fake, it been you An essence of a person that changes for the situation It the only way to survive in this mad creation.

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