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Pleasures of Moving on Moon You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon, Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes, Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet. Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi* O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have, When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain, The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven. For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations, For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond, For singers you are like the soul of their songs, For Boatman's, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence. While watching you so intensely from earth, I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon, Moving and feeling, no gush of wind, No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun, No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn, No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting, No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart, Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon. Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon, As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon. Ravindra Kanpur India 22nd November 2010 Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010 • Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet • Purnamasi. The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon. • Taj. Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.
Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor, I can see her in this window, but I see no door Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain, Has every intention never to feel it again I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost All I know is this shell, for it's myself...my core...my all I have lost From the start I new this fight could only last so long, I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt At a moment with no warning, without any clue I was losing my strength...my energy...all the will I once knew For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint, There is no pretty picture left for me to paint This girl on the floor, in this empty room Was this girl condemned for a life of doom My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there Dried up with my soul, the time is clear Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies Then, out of nowhere, I found the door I wanted to save the girl on the floor As I neared and inched to her close She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise I heard the laughter of girls and of boys With that came a voice of peace and of grace She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain She was the broken me, but now I am strong again
A heart hath no boundaries, It sees no fault, it does not fear. It walks a narrow path alone, Meeting sorrows along the way. A path full of strife, Yet it tarries along the path, Till it reaches the place Of absolute eternity.
"Abandon ship and from her flee Better her than all be lost to sea." "First Mate, be rendered silent," is the captain's plea "Dear crew, I beg, depart not, stay along with me." But Admiral calls from ships numbered three. "Leave Elpida alone, and Captain, for drowning." Then company vanished, quick as a wink. Left small, untested sailboat to sink. Night reached down on vast ocean's face, And soon sea's swells were by darkness embraced Light blazed cross the sky, wind roared from the heat. The blue's anger and rage against terrified vessel did beat. More and most fiercely Elpida battled the deep. Up 'til the moment Earth sunk in her teeth. The storm screamed on, endless as the heavens are deep. And for half a score years, the sun, from Captain's eyes, night did keep. For two times for every five, did the captain despair Lost upon foreign soil, abandon by fleet out there. To stumble upon natives, fate had it be. An amiable bunch, again the odd number three. To restore broken vessel labored the four Sew up the hull, repair ruptured floors. And for time, two times, and three times more Toiled this group 'til there was work no more. And the sun, as, of course, it would be Broke the horizon and bore new day on the sea. Set the deserted again to conquer the deep. No armada to accompany, but lone Captain, no fleet. And now, even now, sails Elpida Berregin. Meeting new worlds by way of the sea. In all her travels she met again her former fleet, But Captain did not the Admiral re-meet. For they had become galleys of ghosts; Galleys to whom the dead were tending. Offering up a prayer, Captain took his leave, And having left, returned to journeying. "Abandon ship and from her flee." Perhaps they, but never me. Elpida Berregin, mighty galleon proved by sea, A crew member, forever yours, will I be, And will serve your Captain most faithfully.
You will never fade from my heart, dear friend Though my words to you are now heaven sent For eighteen years you brought joy to my life And so many times you erased my strife When the world outside seemed so harsh and mean You wiped my slate clean, changed the scene Showed me that love could exist without pain Or sexual desires, personal gain Together we clung as a sweet friend died You offered love as she suffered and cried The peace you added to her life I shared Because I had someone who truly cared Just wanted to make things right for others You were my soul mate, my spiritual brother You came to me when you learned you'd soon die I held you so close; in my arms you cried But it wasn't for yourself these tears were shed You worried for me, hanging by a thread I watched you pass from this world to the next In your last hours you said you felt blessed Your faith was so strong that you had no fear Your belief in eternal life was clear I look to the skies now, call out your name And in my life you will always remain A beacon of hope that still casts its light Your presence surrounds me, its force so bright I'm so grateful you saw something in me That made you my friend for eternity *Entry for the Ode to a Friend contest Dedicated to Chris Codd, my dear friend who died Christmas Day, 2005
If I had to paint a picture of me loving God what would I see? would I see a portrait of a person who walks in truth and honesty? In order to paint a picture of me loving God I would have to access all the experiences that to me life did impart did I have a good relationship with my mom and my dad? was it loving and supportive or distant and sad? did I get along with my siblings? did we look out for each other? did we play and love each other like true sisters and brothers? were my needs being meet? did I ever learn to trust and believe? am I balanced enough to cope according to the lessons in life I've received? Multi-generational, familial or systemic social receptions all of this has played a part in my life perceptions we all have distortions in every aspect of our living we now must deal with the reality at this time we've been given was my life exactly as I remember? or are there things that I've repressed? are there issues that are buried inside me that now make me depressed? deep-seated anxiety, personal pain and high expectations feelings of inadequacy, destructive criticism and bouts of frustration we all have issues that we now need to bring out and discuss in order to have authentic relationships we need to have real trust we all have some brokenness that needs to be healed so that our full love for the Lord God can one day be revealed God is not distant like a CEO in the corporate tower God is not pressuring us with His omnipotent power God does not keep score He just watches over our souls God is fair and just and doesn't set for us high goals God is all embracing He nurtures, instructs and forgives He's kind, patient and loving in this life to us He did give So if I had to paint a picture of what it looks like for me to love God it would be a colorful canvas of emotions, perceptions and reflections from my heart
your belief system is the major indication of what you can accomplish with positive validation if you can see it, you can achieve if you can perceive it, you can believe it underachievers are always underestimating themselves non-achievers are always looking for a handout and the most help average achievers do only what is usually just required but overachievers strive to realize their heart's desire in The Bible Mark 6:5-6 are two of the saddest scriptures to me it tells of the time when Jesus went to His birth place to spread His Father's ministry it is somewhat troubling to me when He could find there no relief because the Nazarenes were in a mind set of utter unbelief even though He had worked many miracles in most every town he had ventured to the citizens of Nazareth were unwilling to give Him His proper due a showdown in Nazareth, Jesus trying to evangelize God's word but they saw Him only as the carpenter's son attempting to do the absurd the power of God can only manifest in an arena of positivity it can not gown nor gravitate in an atmosphere of negativity Jesus was rendered powerless, the passion in Him had subsided because the unbelieving Nazarenes remained unyielding and completely one-sided there is a significant amount of unbelief in many church congregations where some are just sayers of the Word and don't believe in the power of the consecration it takes one drop of negativity to yield a whole crop of unbelieveability understand that the Living God can't work in anyone's life if they are in a state of mind clouded by negativity and strife there is nothing that can't be accomplished if you know this in your heart that God can work miracles just believe in His powers from the start for God can move mountains, He can make a river divide His powers are omnipotent, just keep a positive attitude in mind don't undermine God's purpose for you life, allow Him some control don't underestimate what He can do for you, if you surrender to Him your soul always look for the victory, don't settle for defeat or loss use the power of your belief, the power of the blood, the crown and the cross if you believe God can open doors what more could you ask for just believe with God that you can do it just trust in Him and let Him prove it just believe in the power that is Jesus Christ and imagine what you can accomplish if you just let Him work in your life
This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n' captivity since that day you felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead lover's silken skin… I know now you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred place where I fell from thee n' you repeated the poetic chant of love's abandoning to follow me into our karmic destiny… On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of me… The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n' remember finally the days gone by of you n' me, our deaths from love's abandoning when you my love were lost to this world n' me for ten centuries… I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…
Pretty, lovely, Beautiful, Stunning I am woman, Fear me! Sassy, saucy, Feisty, spunky I am Woman, Fear me! Smart, intelligent, Bright, clever I am Woman, Fear me! Independent, free, Autonomous, Self-sufficient I am Woman, Fear me! Fear me because I am: Pretty, sassy, smart, independent! Fear me because these things Are a danger mix and explosive combination Fear me because one day You'll have to answer to me. Fear me because soon you'll look up For advice and I'll be the face there. Fear me because to you Women should have no power. Fear me because to me I will have more power than you. I am a woman, Fear me! Fear me! I am a Woman!
Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love? Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of: A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark, Windswept Grasses, like a Babe's Soft Lashes Rippling across Earth, that's smooth as a Cheek. In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air… Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full The Face of Love … is Unforgettable. From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw? The Face of Love without Any Flaw; As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile In the Illumed, Clear Sky, 'Your Face' Can Love's Face be Touched … Attainable? The Face of Love … is Unforgettable. The Face of Love … I Have Visualized, Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised; From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds. Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked, because of the Wavering Portrait's Peace because of Water-Color Caresses. That Face of Love, was so Tangible. The Face of Love … so Unforgettable The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon Dreams of Mine, the World's Not Known … Out of the Woodland's Emerald Mist With Drops of Dew, Love's Face Kissed The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow. Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life. The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible… The Face of Love … is Unforgettable (For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup... Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo Mistress MoonBee
1 Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still burn thine absence half a decade spent in vain to break the bonds that tie, that fett'ring chain that holds me from embracing thee, thyself in turn. Thine all enchanting smile, piercing eyes– thy flailing arms, the limbs, with rhythmic stroke – responses soundless to the silent words I spoke to thee before from thee Fate forced me from thy cries. I watched thee grow through temp'rate times of yore – remembering the gall'ry of my mind. 'Twas all I had. 2 Oh, gentle child, how doth my heart still ache thy presence all too far in distant land where careless arms push thee with calloused hand away from mine where once I swore thee none could take. Thine eyes with tears I shared I shed alone so thou might never feel the agony the anguish, loss of my identity, thy father, thee my offspring, daughter, dearest one. I watched thee grow through chilling times, and more – remembering thy portrait in my mind. 'Twas all I had. . 3 Oh, gentle child, how doth my soul yet yearn those many hours oft upon my breast thy head thou laid safe harbor for thy rest, thy questions, mind alert, thy hungering to learn. Thy voice I hear through dreams and zephyr breeze, thou lark by morn by eve the nightingale, as Dawn and Dusk, Aurora without fail, thou hast my heart and soul kept warm with ease. I watch thee grow, and will, forever more – remembering thy sculpture in my mind. 'Tis all I have. 4 Until we are as one renewed some future date somewhere awaits when thou her servant dare to flee that which with thee so long accrued where here I love and there she hates that wily witch who bindeth thee. Break loose those prison bars that bind thy tired wings that flap in vain – Renew thy pledge at length to find thy youthful freedom once again. Then shalt thy flags fly high aloft while eagles scream thy freedom song, while robins chirp with redbreast, soft – all a capella – pure and long. Then both our souls shall share their peace, a father and his daughter, found to spend their lives on borrowed lease to live and die on hallowed ground. Thus, take, Tai-Ana, this, my prayer that fathers and their children hear of this solemnity that children here and everywhere ne'er shed a sad though soulful tear for all eternity. [Finis]
For life, were we made To live, were we given In life, we learn to live Yet in life's pursuits, life is spent In search of ways to live life, we there haste Yet in haste, life do we waste As haste makes waste, alas, wasted life abound In haste, has life passed by, for life is in a haste, it waits not In life, we fail to behold, the essential offerings of life, scripted on the canvass of the soul, revealed in the daylight and silent echoes thereof; beseeching faces and eyes all around, beckoning for life's essence; the warm and caring humanness, the soothing acts of goodwill For them, life cares not, for them, must I care For in caring, would I have loved, my neighbor and my God Only then, would I have lived, only then, have I life
Morning has broken, Like the first morning, Black bird has spoken, Like the first word Compare this to life, My dearest friends, We must live life to the full, To the bitter end. I sit here amazed, At what life will bring, Seemingly un phased, Still unable to sing Destined for greatness, Me? I think not, The great unanswered question, Will I be famous or not? A gripping finale, My lifes a thriller, The music grows tense, The ending a spine chiller. Hows this thriller end, My friends I cant say, For the best advice, Is to live for today
Pictures on a shelf, Cards with sweet thoughts received, If I thought I was happy, I was just self-deceived Till this day has come, And with it you, The most beautiful woman, That I ever knew.
I I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes, your face was in the morning paper; they shot you dead like a dog, hunted you out all day and night. II They said you'd always been a bad seed and youths were dying because of you; they said you're a criminal on the run with a dirty face and shaggy head. (Refrain) But I know you better than they do, you preached love to all the people; you fought for them, young and old, you lit up their nights with your heart. III And now as I see you lying dead, it seems my dreams have vanished as well; they can call you names, any names they want, but I know there's only one like you, there's only one like you, there's only one Che Guevara. (Repeat Refrain) You lit up their nights with your heart, you lit up their nights with your heart, you lit up their nights with your heart.
Once, when my soul cried out in mournful pain; I believed the Spirit, with me, wept. When I felt that life was all in vain, He lifted me from the drowning depth. Now when flowing tears upon me fall, and all seems hopeless in this life; Does He hear my constant wailing call, when I feel grief's merciless cutting knife? Where is my God when I need Him so, when my soul is wounded and torn apart? The One Who promised to never forsake nor leave, does He see me here with bleeding heart? Like the lonesome howling coyote, my soul does cry in vain, it seems for peaceful relief. And as the unfolding years go by, will I forever be haunted with relentless grief? Will there be answers which I will someday find? Will my feet ever be back on the ground? Unanswered questions riddle my weary mind, as I feel and see the misery all around. I was one of faith and considered strong, but now am weak and a pitiful creature. What I have become, I have pondered long; and realize my need of the One True Teacher. Once again, my howling, mournful wail cries out; "Oh, God, my Master, hear my plea. We need Your help, without one single doubt. We beg for strength to set all pain free..."
Believing his tapestry would never be fixed he tried to keep the small part under him together. As he held the last bit of tapestry together, he saw a light which was blinding at first but then turned to a soft glow in which he saw a man. A man with a scruffy beard and a nice suit standing in front of the window came over and held down the unraveled ends of his tapestry and so he was able to weave. Even though his tapestry was in shambles he kept on weaving with this man who amazingly kept all the unraveled ends of his tapestry down. He slowly but surely was fixing the tapestry and soon he didn't need this mans help but asked the man to watch over him while he kept weaving. Later the man whispered something to him and then said he'd always be there. Then he walked away. After the man left he always thought of him and decided to follow what the man had whispered in his ear. Because of what the man had whispered to him that was all he needed to live the rest of his life in peace, in faith, in order.
chill chill; cool cool; variety of different colors and taste. strawberry,butterscotch,mango, pista,badam,wallnut,etc., a variety of flavours which keeps me cool. ice cream with parents is happy. ice cream with friends is jolly. ice creamwith lovable one is lovely. sharing ice cream shares love. have a cup of ice, have a chill and cool life.
You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I'm willing to take You have my word; I'll give you my breath It's like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I'll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I'll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you'll arise Please don't look back, coz I'm fighting still I'm hurting so much! Don't want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I'm bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.
Weather is poised to slap us into submission. Threatening with the largest storm in history To make us aware of her power to destroy And yet, here on the cusp of history, battened down well stocked Do I yet love Nature With all of her wild and beautiful ways. Her seas have been there for me in my times Of Loss And Need Ever showing me the vastness of her being She has ever been the Way In all her present tense My wilder spirit rises in answer to her challenges Enhancing my life daily.
subtle it starts, those thoughts of you so cunning and quick, little I can do with each pounce unexpected claws dug in my mind Love has me infected no cure to find . . . . loudly it roars! with every heartbeat I sense the excitement a moments defeat my soul so enlightened and still my knees weak. Unable to run, no sense in escape hooked by those eyes im caught in a state immobilised by the antics of fate. So here I stand, to you to surrender you've won the heart of a vagabond roaming upon you to ponder, however still knowing your truelly a wonder my smile fondly showing. companions, companions, together to be for that is the wish of the lover in me, you're beauty is your nature you're nature is free tamed not by no master amazing to see. lets travel together, in search of a place where we rest assured, our love shows its face.
Marvellous Mellow Glass of Chardonnay What was my life before you came my way? My parched throat and tongue, my taste buds were rife, My heart, my mouth, with the raw taste of life! I would sweat by my brawn, or by my brows, Through the days and nights, for a wife and house; But, with a Mellow Glass of Chardonnay, My troubles and strife's seem to wash away! My heart, my mouth, would taste the sprite of life If you were woman, I'd make you my wife! *A poem written on a request from Keith Jackson AM.
AN ODE TO AGE Where are hairs that are grey? Age has now become a prey Respect washed home away Age can never be a number If so wisdom is a title Age wake up and let's have a history Wisdom prepares a banquet not for kids For the strong and those willed Wisdom comes with grey Maturity is not but a twin of wisdom Age is not maturity; maturity is age A child can be old; old can never be a child
Dear Lord thank You for a mother who stayed through it all with us, who has shown us the way to church, because in You today I trust. Thank You for every hardship she faced for she has taught us sacrifice now I can give my all to You, nothing else would have sufficed. Thank You Lord for all her toil because she represents great strength for even in adversity she persevered through great a length. If anyone be candidate let it be her You honour Lord for You know all about her struggle and surely You are her reward. I praise You greatly for Her life my life without her could not be, show her Your favour without measure for everything she's meant to me. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Oh how I wish I could set free the native American Indian with pride and dignity taking them back across the great open plains to their sacred home in the lush green vallies where buffalo are plentiful and roam so the Indians can live in peace one with nature once more where the eagles soar setting them free as the wind wild untameable as a magnificent stallion running toward the setting sun. Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe The lie that we are alone He wants us to believe That we are treading hopeless road But the cloud witnesses who urge us on Tell us another story The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship My friends, we are never alone Written 09292012
I just wanted to let you know That I have this love for you... Although I'm not fast to show For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do And I can't control this love No matter what I try to do... While I know our lives are separating Which has got me pretty blue I just want you to know How much I love you... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved Oh how I still see you every night in my mind You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find And when my eyes would fall upon your smile My heart would be put on trial And so if nothing else, I want to let you know That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat For you, won't ever slow... Because I was blinded by shyness And now my heart's feeling rugged So this here's An Ode To My Beloved So I wish you happiness beyond compare And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare Caring, passionate, smart, and loving From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving You will always be in my heart No matter where we go, how far we drift apart... Goodbye My Love...
THEY graze in beauty on the land of grassy glades and dewy dales, and all that's best of dark and tanned meets in their aspect and their tails; thus mellowed to that tender hand which Shepherd to gentle glen compels. One fleece the more, one hair the less, had half repaired the shearless grace which wreathes in every woolen tress or darkly tightens o'er their face, where mouths serenely sweet express how pure, how dear their grazing-place. And on that rump and o'er that round so strong, so firm, yet elegant, the baas that win, the hooves that bound, but tell of days in meadows spent— a flock at peace with all around, a drove whose milk is innocent. 01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest
Ode To Pretty Cat My cat has female inclinations when it purrs It does not speak in English using words But has a perfect soul Pretty Cat gets by, with its billowy fur Prefers not fighting and takes flight At any sign of danger or such notions Avoids all confrontations Wears his fluffy yellow hair like gold He spreads out on his pillows that are its oceans Unfolds, unfurls his coat in thick proportions Spoiled, preened and cleaned in lotions He's such a pretty boy Curtains hang as clouds, as distractions Such fun and dangling's, to drag them down, as pleasure toys We smother him in kisses, emotions and affections He's such a pretty thing Who simply glows He's almost human It is a life of comforts, slumbering all day I would love to be with kitty all the time But work and life get in the way So I must work so Pretty Cat can play It dreams in feline tiny mind expressions Short cat naps at a time of happy things and smiles Imagines fish and birds served up in style with some cat nip Pretty Cat has no place to go so it grows fat We pet him for hours while he rolls on his back I just love being with my little friend A true city kitty cat Though he is very old he stays real sweet and pretty My heart jumps, as it attacks the string I hold It clings to it and swings with fevered paws As bright green eyes follow like a tick tock clock Pendulum like as the one thing in life he likes a lot It is through comfort found in twine and string My cat and I find true happiness in things When I'm with Pretty Cat problems fade far away Dissolve and melt into tomorrow with no sorrow Where beauty alone cannot keep his lustrous eyes awake Our play time has no measure in the hours I always find pure pleasure with that Pretty cat of mine Created on 11/04/14 for "Pets" -Poetry Contest
THE SIMPLE JOY OF ART When eyes delight upon a work of Michelangelo—gut grinding art-- Creation by a mere man, from his enchanted hands explode results of David –perhaps a heavenly message to impart To the earthbound, scattered world flung far in lands mountain wrapped, plain dirt plains or seabound rocky shores. Vagabonds, they come to marvel by foot or cart. In awe they stand before the stone made man. Walking through the door, drawn to David's splendid daunting beauty—his far gaze imparts to the viewer-- in that instant, in this life there is nothing more of beauty needed to be seen. Years pass, nights will follow days yet thoughts of this wondrous creature never waiver, never fade but haunt delightedly like a nightlight in the darkness. What manner is there to praise the artist for a gift so long lasting? Repeated thoughts played reflecting David's beauty --and played again—durable throughout the years, Clarified and Magnified in time, not diminished--when mind is disarrayed suddenly a glimpse will flash—through grief's unbidden tears David will stand in mind's eye, unchanged , ever manly strong-- beauty possible by stone conscience unblemished by dreadful acts or craven fears. Thus it is --creation of a man who does no wrong. Perhaps it is the reason Heaven's blessed the world with Art which reaches all-- both rich and poor--announces to the throngs-- Look to men of stone to find the rare and pure of heart. Victoria Anderson-Throop © 11/28/12
A crescent moon, sharp enough to prick one's finger on A Sun that could sear one's eyes Clouds buoyant enough to float away upon Through endless cerulean skies Soft shoulder to rest one's head on Soft breath upon one's cheek Amazing Grace sung by a brace of Angels What more could a mortal seek A dragonfly alit upon one's finger Tresses tossed by capricious breeze Eyes tight closed in profound repose This is indeed Heaven…at one's knees Best seize the moment, hold tight the day Hear the Cosmic song Heed close the sound that's all around Far too soon …twill all be gone…
Life Of The Imagination Imagination has never had a bath or shower It does not know of soap Plays with itself for hours Hanging from a rope Hopes for handouts There are no places it can't go In dirty crevasses in dark shadows It takes chances with glass and wire Wine becomes expired in its mind Meandering with tigers, gliding off of stars, where parsecs spark Falls back into dark matter of inner space Imagination visits here on Earth for merely seconds Swings out to a nova blast without its nova cane And again comes here to the home planet to drink square particles of rain It named its first 10 children candy None of them were sweet The next 10 he called Mortimer Bought them homes by buffer zones near Kansas On Christmas it lays Easter eggs on pine needles Pine trees are used as tooth picks in all seasons At Thanksgiving it pitches forks Imagination has no fear of anything accept divorce It writes the laws in crayon while dancing through the canyons There are fleeting moments that can never pass beyond its grasp There are things in space and time that even chance can't handle Sometimes Imagination takes me places I really don't want to go, without my sandals on He is my friend but wakes me up at midnight Places pen and paper in my hand and makes me work While he just sits there counting sheep and eating candy Remembering they were his children None of them were sweet I wish sometimes imagination would fall right off the Earth After all, he's the one who calls it flat For what that's worth
These mouths of laugh these traps of many these winds as peas, they grow;they are tall. These fools to smiles these miserable men of ham; these slings of love they fail;they are frail. These fair feet;adorned these skins of cherubs;rare these sparks of peace, they come;they go. These rivers of soil these soils of mud these rocks are flakes they sink not;they sail. But yet even the emblem of love becometh but fragile even the light that was but: dawns to darkness so the joy is as a rock In a sling it goes up hither; but sooner falls. These drains of sadness these moments;but few these peaks of joy they;intense but brief. These sobs of annoyance; these moons at graves these blues are silent, they whisper;they are meek. These lilies are not flowers these twigs but roses these;there fragrance they enlighten;they are life. These mountains of prophets these seas of glass, these heights of love, they work no ill;they are joy. These peaks of laugh these deep winds, these rare bushes of gloom, they burn;it's passion. -The end-
Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know. Which was lost, and what would be gained. I could not see, beyond her glow Faith and strength carried and remained. Unfinished things of her dreams come slow These were not to be lost, our love holds true Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue She is more than any loss, which may take away. Pink in October shapes her autumn sky. More beautiful now she faces its lie. Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure. Fighting like a girl, she wins the war. Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor. She is more than a woman, my lady, my love. Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair, Trials and tribulations, rising glow, She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.
As I picked up the glass I felt its weight I felt its coolness Its perfect smoothness So where does gravity find a grip? As I sipped the wine I tasted aromas deep I tasted the sun on rounded grapes Grown in distant, romantic landscapes So how did the taste get to travel? As I saw the light reflected red I saw the rings of colour I saw the glow, I saw the faded pallor In the edges of the light So why did the light leave no mark? And as I turned to weightlessness And became a deathly stench I turned into eternal light My hand being firmly clenched So why are You taking me home?
Mysteries of Human Hairs Hairs, O' hairs, O' lovely ravishing hairs, Fascinating and beautiful, you often resemble, When nicely looked after and softly taken care of. Your beauty and elegance has often inspired, Your softness and shines have captivated many To put their hearts on fire, Your aroma can evoke to extremes, Passion and lust like streams. The lustrous beauty of these hairs, Have raised thousands of wars sacrificing millions, To win only a Helen of Troy and Even great warriors like Ceasar and Antony became a prey, Before the killing magic of your arts and flying colors. Even the ravishing beauties of these hairs, Have charmed many eminent enemies and warriors Besides the millions and millions of moving lovers since ages, Who fall prey to the loveliness of these alluring hairs. Your graceful presence, has produced men of letters, Your locks have killed many, in the history of the world, While many have altered their existence, completely, To win, the beauty of your hanging hair locks and curls, Even the dullness of your hairs too, Have often inspired many wandering lovers and singers. Hairs, O' hairs, O' lovely ravishing hairs, When you hang, you look like dark clouds, Playing on the forehead of a woman, By watching such clouds many get lost, In the colors of your showering rains. Many Writers, poets and artists find their inspirations, Under the love and softness of you O' hairs and Many have produced things of beauty and joys forever, While many have found the goal of their life, In the beauty of your lustrous curls and colors, What a strange it is, that still many Would like and love to get sacrificed, In the enchanting flames of hairs, like small flies forever. It is also a hard truth of the world and Of our human life and air that, Even some saints too have fallen prey, Before your enchanting beauty and your alluring colors. Many mighty kings have lost their crown and kingdoms, In the ever tempting beauty of your magnetic curls and shines, To get hold of you, O' lovely hairs. Kingdoms have fallen like the house of cards and Even most powerful men of this earth, Have lost the edge of their swards, Before the shining, flying and mesmerizing, Beauty of a women's hair and its penetrating charms. What wealth and gems you hide in your treasure, Making many men and even women, Mad, before the lovely ravishing beauty of you, O' Hairs. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th Oct 2010 Edited and rewritten on 28th March 2012
You lived a hard life with tortured soul Wanted more struggled to be whole Addiction became your whole being Your life has to have a meaning I watched your tortured soul for years Carrying bags with drink and beer Hiding it more from yourself than me The drunk is what you came to be But there was much more to the man Whose name was known to all as Dan He had a heart that was bigger than most Under the tough exterior he'd boast He lived the life he wanted to live If you were friend his shirt he'd give His death to some came as a surprise For some we watched his years of demise So now I toast you here today That is what you'd want I'd say.
Along the fair road On which I amble I conceived this ode In which love is ample God bless this stump Supporting the tree That provided so much For our futurity When counting its rings There can be no doubt About all the things That tree brought about For the pencil to compose Cherished love letters On paper I chose So you'd love me better And it offered shade Plus spots to snuggle Near a lovely glade Away from life's struggles We enjoyed peaches From that old tree As we partnered to reach Picking memories It blessed our marriage Shaped as a steeple And framed the carriage To make our jaunt regal And It supplied timbers For the house we live in Built with skilled fingers On boards thick and thin When cold overtakes We always say grace For the warmth it makes In the brick fireplace Our love will not slump It's always burning Because of you, stump Our world keeps turning For Skat's Ode contest
EAGLE ENTANGLEMENTS bold beauty perilous dance of love free-fall mate part at the moment glory before death pause to watch would you still choose me or grab a safe branch
Oh! Beloved, I'm dying to hear your voice for so long You're so far now and my tears could really make sounds as song I'd say that I become obsessed to you since the first time, I saw you and I couldn't dare to resist your smile, Beholding your beautiful eyes motions makes me want to fly I know that you attempt to forget about my love but, Please don't forbid me to keep thy I dared to make you jealous, and I know that you fry And even you spend your nights in cry, I'd never come back to you even if you touched the sky Your love made life smiles to me and so feel alive Now, it all seems bitter with hope to be blind or to die My pride, vanity banned me to show you what I feel inside But I still satisfied, you're far but I can feel you beside No one but you can switch off the fire within Torturing me every single sigh and in, My heart I couldn't from my sentiments to flee My desire to obtain you, can't you see??!! But that what's enthralling about you and give you bright, As a precious, expensive diamond light Doesn't sounds clearly to an ordinary at the first sight, Oh! Beloved I'm so delight!! Since I know that one day you won't be able to keep it in your heart Sorry! But I didn't mean to be so smart, but it's the bitter fact. That's not indeed abstract.
Old are they; those fables Green they seemed so idle, murrain of theirs still but stand. Odd how all of us prattle Lads indeed we still are longing hearty; throstles songs sang_we all are. Old; we wot these birds their silent screams, their feathers whim; Nwunwani ya malena oh swain to boyish manner. Odd these tricks;futile that laugh; humor felt fainly graft; lusty marks brat indistinct;two of these. Old indeed friends many, lunatics, lovers, poets; to me:days where fine the faces, the smiles; the best_my closest: my mother. Odd_history of man's fall from glory; temporal but lowly, to the swam of folks indulged in folksy fables and wind drought eagles. Old the age of time, if he were to count her down feast_lamps shone_indwelling clans; of rocks as bread and lands as fields of gold. Odd these slippers_my lullaby, the gentle embrace of firm support and fashionable hey, hello; nice shoes, intrigue in loops. Old my looney_little mate from lands only of myth, imagined places: those created films_my pixel pinky. Odd my interest in single females,of simple yarn and lowly glory that's too fragile for; lollipops_kisses and pecks like v award winds. Old these melodies of Bome_yes bome; these loving tides of beautiful countenance rose as roses at noonday;as waves at water pools. Odd these Irish boys of Ireland_ Scottish accents in American films faked acts of Hitler in short pants, Black dark doves; the purity of beauty Africa. Old yes odd these remarkable words: these watery lines_the days.
************ To pick-up and to receive In the Anointment A moment of the Mind's Eye By His goodness And by His grace ------ A second with > GOD < ------ Ties' a wonder thing For which we long await... A dream' come true.. For Me and You ------ A blessing from the Lord A gift from all time' To dwell with-in His favor Beyond the Most Holy And truly.. The most Divine ------ To fellowship with GOD The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS' That He should bring ------ The mere Act of His touch That is not a breech of Reality But, a COVENANT that which We need so much To be in touch with Jesus And to Thee, to be, Amen Amen Poet Author Gary Fie
When the guest are gone and the weather get's hot. Face it with drink and hits the spot. Do you want to be married or do you want to be right. The bottle gets lower as you drink till you're tight. Look in the mirror and search for your youth. All that's found is you're long in the tooth. Put on your makeup that gives you ten years. The friends have gone and you're left with the tears. Remembers the beauty from the days of your school. The wine remembers and helps one to fool. Long for those days when they bowed at your feet. Another year older and have lost all your teeth. By Patrick Cornwall to my Mother For I still see your beauty. I love you
Socially retarded and somewhat aloof I never knew what a true friendship was. Not knowing how to play well with others growing into a young man. I was 18 years old, washing dishes in that Chinese Restaurant, House of Lypan. A dude came along, pretty tall and good looking as the girls gave chase. Giggling and fluttering their eyes, I always wished to be as cool as you, just a taste. Then one day, on a visit to see the girls; you stopped in my presence and said, "I want to hang with you! What time do you get off work?" I was baffled, befuddled and a little standoffish, for no one ever talked to me, unless to get dishes. As I remember those many Friday nights, beers and tacos, everything was going to be all right. Lyrics of Rush and Journey, you knew every word, singing along in your V.W. bug like a bird. By summer's end of that infamous summer, a genuine friend I had found; but alas, it was over what a bummer. I moved away, but came back that fall, our friendship flourished once more. But as most friendships do, our ways dearly departed. Many years would pass until we'd cross each other's lives again. This chance quite by fortune, as you knocked on my door one New Year's Eve' it was '95 I believe. That night was a big one; deciding to end this journey called life, too much pain for this young man to carry; Two kinds of 'candy' to help ease the transition from mortal to death; a bottle of Jack, for some extra kick. I had a loaded 45 gun to help do the deed. Then came your knock, was about 2 minutes to 'celebration time' for they say 'midnight is the bewitching hour." I thought to myself, 'who could this be?' for I had no more friends, no career or family. And yet as if an Angel, you were knocking on my door! I hid what I had, ashamed and not wanting a friend to know how much pain I was in. I opened the door to those familiar words, ""I want to hang with you! What time you get off work?" I remember thinking, "how long has been since I grinned?" If just for one moment, when you stand before God, all your sins are erased, and a moment of cause as God says with a Joyous loud voice…"Wait a minute Rick, what's this? Well I'll be, you're better than most I can clearly see. I was just perusing over your life, you didn't mention this… but you saved a life!" "Ah shucks it was nothin', just a friend being a friend...I'm sure he'd of done the same, if the tables were turned." And that is why I will and have always called you friend….
Once a man of steel, cuckolded by foreigners, made to bear a rusty belt And belch hapless smoke in shame. Once a spiderweb of commerce- now a conglomerate of strangers, united by dementia-ridden streets frayed and cracked by Erie's buffets- but the breakwall soldiers still hold the line. As do the masses, when they can stand the agony of Sundays as crying sots, drenching the gutters in saltwater beers, burying the despair behind frozen, grim, angry brows. On they fight, under the evergaze of endlessly winking red guardians who still believe, as the men below, that Cleveland still rocks, on and on.
Driving and thinking of my friends that are gone. I weep for them because they have died to soon. But they come to me alive and free with their secrets. I see them when I close my eyes. The tattoo we got is fading. I'll be back. I can't speak but the man on the corner knows. I hold up my hand and make a peace sign. I stutter and most don't want me around when they are getting high. Crawling on the floor searching and the peepers lifting the blind. I paid through my soul and with fear. I'll be back And that fear of not finding blinds me against the wall. Reluctantly I give another piece of darkness. I have learned sign language as again I hold up the peace. The man searches my face as he bends down and reaches into the trash. He hands me two and I soar home and its clear. I'll be back.
I'm a tad dried up I haven't written a poem in a while, Waiter, pour some coffee in my cup, So where was I, Trying to convince you about you're beautiful smile, No, I was talking about my woes, As you can see, I'm a terrible poet, I couldn't rhyme to save my life, But, Hey, it pays the bills, even helps me deal with my foes, You try to tell me I'm a good poet, sadly I don't show-it Someday, maybe, I'll read my poems to my wife.
SHE glides with grace, like one in love with love itself and all that's lush; and when the mythic sprites above unloose her from the morning's blush, she descends like the milk-white dove with the notes of a singing thrush. With golden locks, as light as air, and liquid, limpid eyes most blue, none is like her or can compare to her beauty and lovely hue which lift the humble souls that dare come to her for her balmy dew. As wind and air Nymph and a muse with the nimbused crest of a saint which no man can therefore refuse or with mean words tarnish or taint,-- then let all Creatures freely choose to honor her without constraint. 1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest
Here take my hand, I have watched the world torn itself apart, Through agony and despair I have seen the tears of the innocence's and smiles from the wicked How long does this world needs to endure? The sufferings cause by war and sickness; Life long torment endured by those who stand upright for the truth, If you take my hand you will know my purpose of existence I am Sorrow, that's who I am. Here take my hand, And know the false teachings of this world Everywhere I look, I see lies Lies this world has created, I wish to bring light into this world, if only my words were heard And my teachings are truly followed. My followers are lost, instead of finding those who are lost! If you take my hand, you'll know my purpose of existence I am Truth, That's who I am Here take my hand, And you will know the handiwork of man God created man in His image, and man created society in his image. A society of greed, lust, hatred, envy and the thoughts of evil towards one another, A spitting image of mankind darkest part of their hearts, Know then, sorrow and truth They know me for I surpass them and bring them all to being I am Love. Take my hand, And let me ease your sorrows and, Let me open your eyes to the lies this world has implanted in your heart I have seen them ignore the poor out on the streets, As they are in a hurry to merry in charity, to claim names for themselves, Mankind has truly been deceived by the lair or have they deceived themselves? Know me and know love, for truelove is unconditional. Here take my hand, And know my words are true and just! For I represent those whose voices have been silent. I represent those, whose strength has being taken, I am the shield for the weak and the sword for the righteous. I have seen those who uphold the laws are the ones who break them. I have seen the blood of the innocence turning the river red. Laws are meant to rule man and not man to the rule laws, Corrupting the true law is a sin, for it corrupts justice! Take my hand! And know what true justice is. I am Justice, and question me not on laws for I know the laws.
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Celebrate To the best and the greatest, we must show our respect. It's more than just the principal of the matter and an even greater prospect. It will take us beyond the gates of the ordinary to explore the extraordinary. It's an unseen privilege in the hands of many. Yet, it is the few that treasure it of any. Thus, it is reserved to be preserved. Preserved it is for the greatest endeavored quiz. It's a chosen price to pay for the gift of a new day. A new chance dances in disguise when one truly tries. When the victory is achieved, we celebrate. Decorate. Create. Re- Create. We work hard, then harder. We keep going. We don't look back. We keep growing. We be sure to stay right on track. And when the day is finally over, we never forget to celebrate.
From a three-sided angle Astrological purpose is unmangled Triangle on top Square on the bottom Bright halo around God Our tears fill His bottle A Pyramid is a monument to death A Tabernacle of wealth Which comes into effect When there's no longer breath Is it mourning or celebration in stealth Beyond Technology Architectural prophecy Geometrical philosophy The place where Kings and Queens lay Buried on a sun-disk Dedicated to Day The final form to decay Hands form this shape When they're positioned to pray.
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32: Ode to a Fortunetelling I. The land was never to rest The princess locked in a tower The Tarot card laid on the chest Her feelings began to sour The teller made an impression. The reading made her afraid Causing her land to shake No longer an innocent maid Her future unlocked a black quake Regretting this fortunetelling session. II. With bad news outlined and decked, The princess' plans become questions. Is my future so hopelessly wrecked? Could all these cards offer suggestions On how to avoid certain death? Now the tellers is free from the prison The girl's dread grows to an unheard of height He leaves the poor princess in derision Lamenting her bad luck and plight It is hard to capture her breath. III. Are you leaving me with no way fight this? She calls after him furious and contrite He replies that no one can avoid the abyss Her thoughts reel with contempt and spite How is she supposed to digest this mess? The foreseer just shrugs his shoulders Lets the door lock on it own She tears the armor from its holders I guess I am battling this one alone Never again to wear a pink silken dress.
a couple had a good son whom they sent off to grad school his goal to become a doctor as he was smart and nobody's fool now on his own he decided to no longer attend Sunday service he felt that God had no need for his personal worship some people tend to feel that God doesn't require their praise the question of a debt of gratitude in their minds has never been raised but what people fail to realize or even comprehend is that it was God who gave life to them Creator of the universe and every living being Creator of everything we're touching, hearing and seeing Dr. Albert Einstein once made a very telling remark that seeing how the human eye works is proof there's a God when viewing this wonderful world and all the magnificence it beholds one can clearly see the hand of God that has uniquely unfold a sunrise, a sunset or a rainbow after a spring shower a solar eclipse, a child being born are all proof of God's great power He created man and it was He who gave us the breath of life He gave us His love and grace and His son as a sacrifice things have happened in our lives of which we're not even aware times when God has shielded us from the evil that's out there He's sent His mighty angels to watch over our backs He's sent His heavenly warriors to stop any and all attacks an eternal debt of gratitude and praise to God we owe but we're not the only beings who are in the know the angels in heaven praise His holy name the devil in hell also bows down to Him in shame created in His image His likeness we now bear we're His beloved children for whom He tenderly cares He makes Himself known to us every morning, noon and night He is our source, our all in all, our strength and our light an eternal debt of praise from us towards God is due and as you read this poem I hope you get a clue God doesn't need anything from us He's complete on His own It's us who needs God as we can't do it alone God is great, God is sovereign, He is the King of kings He's all powerful, He's all mighty and controls everything there is nothing in this universe that is not under His command and no matter what we think He holds the whole world in His hands and today that young man who thought that God didn't need his praise is now a doctor and disciple of Christ whose hands are forever raised an eternal debt of praise from us the Lord God is due because if it wasn't for the Lord God there would be no me nor a you
MICHELANGELO'S HANDS When eyes delight upon a work of Michelangelo—gut wrenching art-- Creation by a mere man, from his enchanted hands explode results of David –perhaps a heavenly message to impart To the earthbound, scattered world flung far in lands mountain wrapped, plain dirt plains or seabound rocky shores. Vagabonds, they come to marvel by foot or cart. In awe they stand before the stone made man. Walking through the door, drawn to David's splendid daunting beauty—his far gaze imparts to the viewer-- in that instant, in this life there is nothing more of beauty needed to be seen. Years pass, nights will follow days yet thoughts of this wondrous creature never waiver, never fade but haunt delightedly. What manner is there to praise the artist for a gift so long lasting? Repeated thoughts played reflecting David's beauty --and played again—durable throughout the years, Clarified and Magnified in time, not diminished--when mind is disarrayed suddenly a glimpse will flash—through grief's unbidden tears David will stand in mind's eye, unchanged , ever manly strong-- beauty possible by stone conscience unblemished by dreadful acts or craven fears. Thus it is --creation of a man who does no wrong. Perhaps it is the reason Heavens blessed the world with Art which reaches all-- both rich and poor--announces to the throngs-- Look to men of stone to find the rare and pure of heart. Victoria Anderson-Throop © 11/28/12
A life of love, a life of happiness, A life without tears, a life without distress, Given by the one whose love for me doesn't falter, The one I dearly love, the one I call my mother, She has been there for me when no one would, She has been there for me when my father should, But she stood by me through thick and thin, That's why I love her deep down within, She provides my wants and what I need, So I will make her proud an surely succeed, What I'm doing to show my love is very poor, And honestly I know she deserves so much more, She had me so young when she didn't had to, She put down her life and to me she didn't turn her back to, I love her with all my soul and all my heart, I will love her to the finish and 17 years ago it had start, I've lived with her all my life, From she was single and now she's a wife, But I know her love for me is far different, Providing my needs even when she has to pay the rent, I'm sorry if I hurt you or made you cry, But I promise to make happy tears flow from your eye, If you were to go I don't know what I would do, So I'm telling you deep from my heart that I Love You......
Just breathe in the clarity Clarity of the whole Whole or negativity Negativity eating your soul Head for tomorrow Tomorrow always waits Waits for enlightenment Enlightenment heals mistakes You are where you've put yourself Your "SELF" now reminds you of shame Shame brought on by acting out thoughts Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain Give yourself an apology An Apology you deserve to have Have some faith in your timing Timing bleeds wisdom in man Bless your self and live righteous Righteous spirits rise above Above all if you are kind Kind souls conquer hate with love Poetry brings torment to a halt Halt all your never-ending thoughts Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding Hiding light inside divine spots So please write down your own deep thoughts Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap Trap your life up in your cell all alone Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~ please don't be offended by the last line~ I felt it was necessary to get my point across~
There was once upon a time, Unexpectedly, a very small dime. He did not do much of anything, Apart from gazing. He just stared longingly at the sky, Counting the clouds that drifted by. Dear old Dime, not very bright, He did not shine, not a ray of light. Dark and rusty, Old and dirty. Everyone did not care, Though they could use him and buy a bear. They did not want to touch, This old thing of such. They did not want to feel. That sick disgusting bill. He was old, rusty and dim, But he hated the way man treated him.
Everything is fine The best of opening lines Scent of my deity, Absorbs my soul I shall need no wine I shall write the finest Of the verses ever written Ode's, Hymns, for you I shall kneel, I shall seek purity Merci, for the undying love Forgiveness, The infinite intimacy In your heavenly beauty
Death is not an option, it's your destiny, But why suit up in boxing gears and try to fight, He won't throw a single punch but you throw many, He watches you beat yourself as you swing with all your might, Then just one touch from him then you dies, You will end up like everyone else, no matter your wealth, Everyday someone dies, they all drop like flies, Because death cares about no one but himself, Death waits on nobody, So why should we wait on him, Let's enjoy life fully, Bursting with fun like a big zit, Let's not have too much fun and play with death, Like joining a gang and selecting a gun, Getting high on weed or smoking meth, That's when death laughs and have his fun, We're all on the same side, let's join hands, Hold on to life tight, squeezing her palm, As we all see death has no fans, He's hot as hell, were cool (pun) and he's warm......
Whee am i, eh? A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh. Red, Green, Yellow Once a year ower the Cumberland show, Livestock, ter an' fro, ter an' fro. Yan, Tan, Tether Gypsies, jockeys, towns' folk alike, Appleby 'orse-fair awwer the dyke. Red, Green, Yellow Scotland has i's 'aggis, Lancashire i's ho' pot, We 'ave uz sausage an' tha' does uz lo'. Yan, Tan, Tether Ice-cream a' Allonby shiftin' ter Silloth on sea, Righ' round Wes' Cumbria an' back yam fur scordy, like eh. Red, Green, Yellow Up a' five an' ou' a' dawn, The 'aaf-ne' fishers, early morn, like eh. Yan, Tan, Tether Keswick, Caldbeck an' Seascale too, All the visitors passin' through. Red, Green, Yellow There's Por' Carlisle on the warl, People comin' yan an' all. Yan, Tan, Tether Whee am i, eh? A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.
I. In the full light of a warriors plight, Sometimes it becomes a case of being slighted and being Aright, Its a case of solemn thinkings to soothe this anguish and its deeprooted pain, Do see things from the Warrior's point of view, He sees Life as a kaleidoscopic dreamy paraphrase, Roasting Angernuts and storing them aways as Groundnuts stored in airtight jars, For when his flesh is pricked his thunderous clap resounds for eight villages and beyond, His most favorite son supplies his fill-ins of heavily spiced and stuffed roasted Bushmeat, His most loving and caring daughter never allows his fresh kicking "House and Bush fly saluted" Palmwine to cease its awesome flow, His youngest and most active wife sits at his left side to wrap his "wisdom fumes" in its tobacco sheath...Marijuana never tasted more spiritual from her very fingertips, He loves the looks on his strongheaded sons' face as they sit in gossip to roast his yellow sweet corns, The feel of roasted corn blended with the "wise fumes" arising from this Marijuana spliff all wetted down with the Imperial fluidity of palmwine. II. Drinking this two mouthfuls of the enemy chief's blood at battle never felt any soulwarming, For you it would be constant anguished Bed tossing, Draping my palace in Human skulls and rare animal skins, Writing for Kings, Knights and their Monks, Writing for Spliffs, Chieves and their Drunks, Writing for Owls, Dragons, Angels and their Wings, Knowing full well your brain might learn to take its rightful Literary place, We must have moved with this much a-blaze, We will slow down for you to sip in this page's full intake, Not a case of primitive battle acclaims, Just a feel of the Martial spirit though, The warrior's many many songs yet unsung, His life and times,Do keep within your salient confines.
There are moments I still wonder why. Question everything I gave, and every action I blamed myself for you not wanting to try But came to realize you never gave a fraction. I bled my heart out for you Cut even when the scar would heal The wound in love was cruel Hope in selfishness you chose to steal You found me in a thousand bits Picking them up one at time Instead of glue it was a temporary fix To make the shattering affect more define Now that the tears have all fallen I promise you only of this Your face I will have forgotten But mine will haunt your every first kiss
I am Willy, and I am a brother of all, With Love for all and malice to none; The high and low, who rise or fall. I'm just a brother, and I am done. Be a white, or were born black, (And I am a native of that dark hue) I believe we all can think and work, With many a like and differences few. You are Muslim and I am Christian, Between our beings stands no fence; We together can live in peace and earn, For I am a brother now, and hence and hence. I am Kenyan born, I am Kenyan man, And wish to tour abroad some day; For I am a brother of all, and too a fan, Borders across and oceans away. North and South, East and west, I am a brother of all, wheresoever under sun; And the world is home my best, A planet that stands as one. So I will work with seekers of peace, Who humanity's cause of dignity further; And by rule bring the bad to justice, Because I'm just a brother. Like I am to you may you be so to me, By common-sense we live, by no faiths silly, Understand our being and yearn to be free, For brothers we are; and again, I am Willy.
Oh how can one capture Your beauty on paper Without you evaporating Off as it is your nature The stars are your jewels The moon is your crest Everyone drools As if blessed Your silence is serenity That whisper to my thoughts An overwhelming beauty That ties my stomach up in knots How humble I am sound A beauty incomparable With a radiance so profound Your absence is unbearable
There is nothing in this world that i can possibly think of or think of doing to tell you how much I love you. You are so sweet to me, i can't almost stand it wen you call me handsome and cute, cause it sounds so sweet to me. If there is anything in this world that you can think of for me to prove my love to you, just name it. I will be all over that in a flash. Even though we didn't get to see each other for very long cause of my dumb ass, that was still what i wanted to see today really bad. Looking into your BEAUTIFUL green eyes today was like looking into Gods heaven. The only thing that is missing is your touch on my skin. I probably would not be able to hold it in me and take a hold of you by your waist and press you against me, and than the smell of your hair would turn me on to the BREAKING POINT. I would start by kissing down your neck and curress your neck with my tong. Than while curressing your body, I would start slipping my hands under your shirt, and under your bra and upon your perfect titties. Than i would start pulling your bra and shirt off at the same time and begin kissing your titties. Kiss them all the way down to your belly button and back up to your face. When i would lift your upon my hips i would carry you to the bed and start kissing you back down your titties and your ribs and your belly button and than an inch lower passed your belly button just to get you a little more wet and wanting. To Be Continued. Set for Contest!
I write this letter to bid you a final farewell. and I truly hope it finds you well and fair. You see I've based my life upon your being, and every vain symbol and element you bare. But now the time has come to cut you loose, and sever this bond you and I have created. I wish to live my life not based upon looks; nor this persona of beauty you have delegated. I know it won't take very long to replace me – For others like me you will certainly convene. Who will rally in pride and assemble in deceit, all in the name of Sweet Vanity their Queen. They will bow their heads, proclaim their trust, in you, my Sweet Queen and irrefutably follow. Bidding well to their pride, masked in conceit – Your pill of selfishness they'll surely swallow. But as for you and I, we will no longer exist – in an egotistic relationship, shallow and bleak. I must move on and proclaim my lost throne, of the missing girl now superficial and weak. You see I've lived the hell and know too well, the curse you have upon the weak and weary. My beauty lies within, and not what is seen – Goodbye my Sweet Queen of Vanities dreary.
When i close my eyes i see peace,in my mind,not war. when i close my eyes i see the hope and joy that could have been. when i close my eyes.i see love and unity between people of different raceses. when i close my eyes.i see myself flying above the mountains looking down, through the eyes of an Eagle. and as i am flying i can see the sea and iam still looking through the eyes of an Eagle.when i close my eyes.i see the stars above when i close my eyes i see children happy Not sad.or scared. i see them playing together not fighting one another.i see no war. why cant we all close our eyes and see peace and love and hope and joy?not hate.
...a darling dear of time is when the tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, the peak of a mountain top experiencing, ...alive, the soul O' darling dear a love letter, a rhythm, a liberty, just one of those things that inspires, of the everlasting.
Vunerable, my heart my own; not trusting; hard to trust any one- Emotions running rampant, Not willing to take chances I sealed my life, my heart with protective defenses And then came you You saw me, wanted to know me, desired me and changed my life's view So that I am dreaming of life's potentialities. Blind, not looking And out of the darkness through the disallusion of life's negatiivity, love came through you and brought serenity And though my heart was encased with barriers, deep and strong I believe God sent you to adorn my life with intimacy of feelings and desires never felt before till you came and embarked my heart's door. The feelings of sadness you broke and with your coming, I have feelings of new possibilties. Timid, shy, alone- Needing someone to call my own Lost within myself- Hurts and pains of the past yielding themselves in me so strong Robbing me of life's true love, its full experience- My life needing new direction: a purpose of fulfilling; Then came you and I am alive and living. Timing seemed off at first but nonetheless we met Spent time together and then time progressed- Causing a moment's separation; However years and live have brought us back together Through God's renewing--now full circle--a reconnection And then came you, again, and to my surprise but with a welcomed spirit- My heart is fully open to love's possibilities. And then came you and I am totally fulfilled. And then came you and I am inspired and yielding to love's will. And then came you and my heart if leaping with joy and hope- No longer enslaved by life's tightrope. And then came you and I am free- Many inhibitions carried away by the wind of destiny; So I know and believe in the power of love's--your love--potency. God's love for us. Your love for me. My love for you. Taking us to present and future realms of highest ecstacy- To know the essence of true love for infinity. Another chance for love.
Strong, like kingdom walls, stacks of sandbags, swamps of quicksand, or barricades of filigreed barbed wire. It holds me inside. I can see myself in eleven years. Perched on sterile metal instead of mountains of handmade quilts, or nests of woven moss. It will have turned love-making and child-bearing from an art to a science, and I will paint pictures of how being a woman is supposed to feel.
Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee; just as an aroma from within, makes the air, smell of flowers in the spring ...blossoms, blooms, time, ...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting, and the tasting is to stirring the dream, flavor, making flavored coffee soul, a drink in the morning.
Nancy Wilson! How could I have forgotten you! Because you're the little sister! Because you're so down to earth!
< > My people in villages and surbabs men and woman of all races sizes and shapes from different back grounds and different life style but one and only one common denominator JIKINYA Jikinya,a joyful dance that expresses happiness joy and greatfulness good times and memories that last a life time jikinya my people jikinya jikinya for a new life,jikinya for the rains for every God given gift and blessing jikinya skies are covered with dust in our rich undiluted mother tongue we sing men thunder in deep voices songs with massages that lingers jikinya my people jikinya> the grounds we dance up on will never be barren the rains will fall up on it and good grains will be ours shouts and praises to the pure dance a dance that liberates our spirits and ignites our bodies filled with joy we explode jikinya my people jikinya
You help me see who I am You catch me when I fall You helped me get closer to God You don't care if I'm laughing or crying You've stuck with me through it all When my mama started drinking, you helped me through that When my papa said mean things to me you showed me he was wrong You lit the darkness so I wouldn't stumble You let me cry on your shoulder when I thought I was pregnant When I found out I wasn't You shared my joy You talked me out of doing so much You're the reason I'm still alive In one poem or even a hundred I couldn't describe all you've done Thank you for your caring compassion You really, truly are the best
myrrh marred marinas and goose-stepped geese set sapphire to salacious rhythm under the absent sun… a fantastical flamenco curtailed caustic cues, nine-balled eighths shot straight to the soul, pool for the favelas, thought for the fools…
Intricate webs of geometrical lines, Invisible cord between soul and mind, Stretched rigid and wearily taut. Time...searches cloistered designs Of snowflake precision...seeking to find Eternity...God's moment of thought. Astronomical fingers reach to infinity, Plunging through layers of time and dust, From Genesis to Revelation, birth to tomb... Revealing the reality of Divinity, Or Time's deception tainted by rust, Relativity. the fruit of the womb. Time stands before us...torn pages Painfully constructed...a microscope Hovering over the Creation of Earth and sky. A play on a universe of stages Passes fleetingly through Man's hope. Knowledge...born of the animal cry.
Your hand fell from my back Heard you let out a sigh I placed my hand on your face said 'care enough to say goodbye' I need you to walk away now leave my heart with me I cant hear the beat now that hurt is scaring me I cant need you like that no one can take that place you have your life of content my dreams you cant face Im the best in all of it thats what you continue to say my smile you will forget cant play the game your way even the greatist have broken pieces and even I cry at night the blue eyes that close to this are pleading to see the light my smile I have been faking my veins bleed like all stop saying Im too good for the taking then watch as I fall
In this life, of inevitable recompense, of inescapable accountability, for collective responsibility, indifference to injustice is not an option; an epitasis, it is, in this metaphoric epic drama of life
I sat with you and listened to your heartbreak stories I held you, I kissed you, I promised I would never do that to you I fell in love with you. You sat there and listened to the horrors of my past You held me, you kissed me, you promised never to do that to me I fell in love with you. You wouldn't let me walk away, but you didn't chase me either You said you weren't ready, but you were never gone You watched me fall in love with you, but never said a word…. I tried to let you go, I tried to run, why didn't you just let me? I tried to mask my pain, I tried to write it out, but you read it all, and kept me? I wanted to love you, and you let me without hesitation, why? But you belonged to another undeserving soul that crushed you And she is worthy of that in which I am not, why? She cheated on you, you cheated on her She doesn't want you and you don't want me You used me to get to her, why? You said I was perfect, and too good for you Yet you did everything in your will to destroy me. Why? Why did you do this? Why did you not see me? Why did you punish me? I was in love with you.
Time plus life is Euro Men in earth are without Self and heaven love Eating nut with this rear currency. In life women have live. Living is a choic, life is a gift. I salute michael... He has spend sure his currency....well? But life living with time Need get give profit Profit to heaven...?
Sing praises to the toothless grin of the plastic, pocket comb; who through many heads of boys and men its plastic tines have flown. Working magic in the masculine hands, putting astray stains of hair in place, as the holder stares into a mirror, admiring their own face. Carried in back pockets of jeans, khakis and shorts; sat upon on hard surfaces - some tines start to abort. Thin tines on one end for the finest head of hair; thicker teeth on the other with large gaps of spaces there. Left behind on counters, in kitchen drawers and in bathrooms; discarded due to some missing teeth, but for others still worth a groom. Looking for that perfect look are many men and boys; hopeful that this plastic tool leads to future romantic joys.
I feel this jump start, Then a squeeze in my heart All because I heard you laugh Well, any time you laughed. Yours… Beauty beyond reach So I sulk in solitude of wish I wish! I wish! I wish! For in you alone, I cherish This glorious scent of thine If I can't taste, Let me at least perceive I am blood of warriors I am fully man. Not put to quail Line of ancestral heritage, Even the enemies' hail Who make men's back staircase For throne's ascensions I am Azungwu! So my recoil is not fear But invincible heart piercing spear I know not how to bear Your eyes spark like crystals Its lenses can melt metals Yet, I desire your kiss over medals You are "Agbara Nwayi" Beauty with no equal Goddesses grumble and drawl Envious of your exalt But I cant help it To theirs… I prefer your feet I love the shape of it You are the last Amazon I swear it! The last time rain fell on you Your silky clothes stuck like glue I saw the full shape of you Your twin volcanic cones Towards me, dangle and beckons You saw me. We saw us You knew, you made me hot You followed my eyes, It rested on your honey pot Your land of no return Giving me a hard on You looked up and smiled I breathe in and died
tightrope typography; the arbitrary doyens of fallacious complexion… perpetually soaked in gin perked rum… inelegantly smeared across glass bled eyes… purely out of interest… the bluish flaccid moonlit regatta; whistled and sold… whistled and cleansed… privy to atonal acronyms and consummated progress… as quiet as he ever was… purely out of interest…
No star in the sky only ghosts of clouds fly Deep in the darkness of my heart there is a ray of light whenever life felt stale one becaconhouse encourage to sail nobody know how to live only my heart know true lie who knows about the fuel of passion everybody leads life just as fashion only my heart knows how to live by burning both ends of candle
As a rose, ever so beautiful, ever so attractive Perhaps, more so, to wishy-washy, whimsical wanderers, than hearty-heady, homeward-bounds Drawn to your vivacious, velvety beautiful petals Only to leave it, scratched and scarred As a rose, ever so beautiful, and attractive Perhaps, thorns for protection, must you have For MQ
Crucify him crucify him my own declared Heart a trembling My God so scared Say who I am the nails I shall feel Hold back my silence the enemy shall steal Wounded Oppressed afflicted blows they gave chosen Apostles runneth into caves Came I down from far above created place I am the Dove Crucify him what's this you say healed I the sick asketh not for pay Crucified me while standing and gazing they all like sheep my children stay grazing yonder garden where I was betrayed not one stood with me while I yet prayed Asked friends will you stay awake for you see my life they shall take Gave you life my heart screamed with a sigh Crucify him is still the reply Crucify him Crucify him They yelled with glee ears dull of hearing died I on the tree
In this life of atmosphere and audacity there is indeed much that is neede for the mind"s stability, the body"s satisfaction and finally the soul"s sanctuary. So in turn the question exists, a question that must be asked...Are You? Indefinately I shall live amongst the skies of lonely interior, Are You the cloud to comfort me? If life should become a desert of desperation and dehydration, Are You my life saving drop of rain water? If the dark shall arise and in the midst of such I have become lost in the fogs influence, Are You my guiding light? entrapped in a room of disstraction surrounded by walls that promote defeat, Are You my butterfly of wisdom and strategy? Are You the beholder of a kiss to liven my tase buds when they have gone bland?The one who within the eye"s mirror can be seen the image of life and love forever, that same one whos touch of satin inspires tears of fulfillment. Are You thy specific angel with un-matched beauty along with a scent that grants fantasies? Causing an addiction of who you are and all that is of you, the rose with the thorn that pricks allowing the beautiful sensation of heart felt pain. Are You she who"s words enlighten the spirit? Possesor of moves to ignite the fire within me, giving me a sensational overdose. At last the most important question that bounds my life... Are You my wife? IN truth I admit, a simple kiss upon your breast and I may truly live forever !
Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.
HIS WEALTH He was renowned for farming ploughing lands as large as atlantic but his harvests he keeps beyond the sea beyond the sea all he got Down here, his roof leaks his town roads untared they make use of his wealth to paint their town more white he thinks his wealth is safe but the value they use promising him security and secrecy to shut their mouth from his people his pots occupied by cockroach and rats as had been aboandoned by his wife his children grow everyday developing big belly and head He goes back to use ibeleju as lamp but he claims to be rich his children goes fishing to pay their fees the school fees he has refused to pay they built a school for their wards and beg them to look inside papers nobody pays a penny those are the people beyond the sea his wealth is intact but had been used times without number for their anuual budget they beyond the seas Worms leak his intestine and his offsprings from six to two he took their looks to the people the people beyond the sea they gave him a name "Malaria" Malaria took them all contented he came carring no less for his kwashiokor wards His bicycle like buried iron yet he appears before his kinsmen to speak in language that tingles they smirk at him though the gods let him live his expliots and wealth managed and utilized by the people the people beyond the sea he claims to be learned while they have brain washed him he trusted them and left our heritage the gods forbide our black heritage that our fathers died to protect like our brotherly love Our heritage that forbade greed he forgot our maxim that of Unison him that our fathers gave the "Ofor" the Ofor that represents power power to protect our interest our black interest the gods bear us witness witness of our unquenched suffering starving in front of plenty plenty at the so called bank banks beyond the sea banks the name for their civilised theft theft because they use the value the value of your wealth to reinforce themselve the Ofor has fallen from his hands the gods has departed from him but he will not believe our chambers now lagoons lagoons from the light shawers our tables now canoes and soup spoons paddle mosquitoes now our pets nursing our children our working age amended starting from 6 to sleep our heads now bald not from age but from fetching water water from the eden
as we commemorate the 10th anniversary of a day we'll always remember over three thousand lives taken on the eleventh day of September but for the grace of God it might have been me to have been one of those lives taken away in the midst of that tragedy life is a series of sequences and events that take place and I know that as a child of Christ I'm living under His grace at the time I had a job that was located in tower seven but on that day I was in Brooklyn or I might have died and gone to heaven safe in the borough of Kings working at the primary election polls far away from the events that on New York took such a toll the nation and the world were shook to their foundations that anyone would dare to strike at the very heart of our nation two airliners purposely driven into the World Trade Center Twin Towers an attack on American soil in the early morning hours and as I sit in church today on our annual Homecoming day I reflect on the fact that many will never come home again mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, co-workers, family and friends and while I sit in this anointed pew the awesomeness of the glory of God in me has been renewed a day to remember as we share the communion of our Lord Christ a day to also remember a day that forever changed our lives
When you hear the sound of my voice, does it make you happy inside Or does it even phase past those blue eyes? When you are standing there trying to focus on the task at hand Does the taste of my kiss cloud your judgement? Or do you think of my lips at all? When you hear another speak my name Does your pulse race and hand shake? Or pretend we've never met? When you see me smile at you Does everything in the world disappear? Or do I even make that moment special? When you reach for the phone is it my name you call out to? Or do you remember my number at all? When you see your future am i standing beside you? Or have I already disappeared?
I stayed at your house, I thought would be fine I thought I'd be welcomed caused you stayed at mine I cleaned your house, moped your floors to You made me feel like mud on the bottom of your shoe At my house you were lazy thought you were a queen but I didn't complain, didn't want to be mean At my house you were welcomed to do as you pleased even gave you a key made you feel at ease At your house I was snubbed, made to feel like a fool God forbid I'd talk too loud, or break some other rule You were a stranger to me yet, I took you in, I thought we were closer, even considered you a friend But you turned on me, forgot the things I'd done considered you part of the family for the sake of my son But turns out you were only a disappointment at best thought you were kinda special, sorry, but you failed the test I guess it brought you pleasure to treat me like you did you had no respect for me, you acted like a kid It's kinda sad things turned out this way, it didn't have to be All it took was a softer heart, but you wasted time hating me I hope to never be your houseguest again, and I hope you're never mine because never laying eyes on you again, would suit me just fine.
Like sleep thou took him to journey the part of others in unison and intimation thou traveler , go tell them Tell the fallen Majors that we a'e losing the battle they started that our soldiers only drink and sleep tell them that they kill those those they are to protect making us weaker and losers except they realise, their duties We must be fugitives II The gunpowder we make yet we carry unloaded guns tell them that our soldiers refuse to recruit trained men warriors of our clan Tell them that our soldiers now reap what we sowed in unison that they have forgotten The sacrifice of our coups the coups that was to Eswama the clan In order to edenise our clan
Life is delicate like a rose on a cool fall morning then without warning life is taken away. I cry not for the rose who's petals lay scattered at me feet but for everything else that has perished.. I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush like power in my hand and for the flowers which droop and sag... A mother who left this world too soon and for her pain in till death finely came... The world is a lot different place with you gone... But a son has to move on he can't keep thinking something wrong... He can't keep being sad and blue don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never forget the love we shared and how much you cared... I love you
On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why this can be n' who my heart longs for when I'm here n' why love gives no guarantee… Though I visit here frequently, today I was summoned, beckoned by the branches of this solitary tree swaying in the breeze, to this charming yet purgatorial space... I knelt down upon this strange magical place n' was carried away as my fingers traced an owl's feather to my face n' wondered why I loved n' despised this fateful place… My body shivered, internally tingling n' with grace, some kind of enlightened knowing I could not erase n' like the sentient tree that cradles you within, I sensed your ethereal embrace… Silence ends where you begin, I heard the likes of Aeolian sing "Oh my Immortal" n' your poetic voice disturbed the chaos in the winds of my mind n' there within returned the memory of your handsome androgynous face… I said… "Come let my hands play upon your skin" n with my thoughts gathering to replay a scene across time of broken hearts n' love's abandoning reflected in the fire of your eyes n' a touch of a feather upon my face… I'll never know your name or how many tears were cried in the oceanic depths of your pleasure n' pain, though the salt I can taste in the tempest of this darkening day as the wind heralds your scent n' presence unto me… I'll never know all who walked hand in hand here before me or where each discarded shell has been as the seasons flew away, yet I now know why a thousand Halloweens were your destiny n' you summoned me to transcend my mortality n' the meaning of silent words at play this day… Our ancient bodies lay together here beyond mortal touch, though in my present existence I no longer recall our names, they are lost in my many lifetimes yet kept in the Goddess's providence… Though no longer you feel my touch or pleasure n' pain I'll plant a flower as a blessing on top of our grave, above the waves, where your soul is a slave to this sentient tree cradling your ashes n' bones returned to dust…
She looked really impressive Small; and full of pride A nonchalant gait, but sophisticate Her work mates by her side. It felt like she'd built it all herself Her hard hat firmly in place With a confident stare in the medias glare an emancipated face. I wanted to get to know her I wanted to shake her hand I wanted to say in my own private way 'Will you take me to my stand ?' But as the sun shone through the vomitary something made me upset Her charms I decline She'll never be mine She was smoking a cigarette !
From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos To black Africa welcome! To the pearly continent Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants Den of fiercest lions and colourful gazelles Ours is the blazing sun, golden in the horizon Rains in seasons in the rainforest Wildest plantations, lush vegetations The mighty oaks, cedars, and irokos Our is the heights, the pinnacles Kilimanjaro, a supral-archectrural piece Olumo, a refuge, a fortess and a stronghold The towering Zuma rocks, Idanre hills, and the Mambilia plateau Ours is the depth, the length The Nile, the Niger, aquatic splendour The riches of the earth depth, oil diamond and gold To us belong the ageless heritages, a living culture The talking drums, the festivals and the dances Ours are fashion and style, regal and noble, Batik, adire, kente, Ankara and aso-oke And flowing African milk, palmwine, burukutu Ogogoro, kunnu, fura de nunu. And to us the millennium bestowed Welcome to Africa, the motherland Nigeria.
Behold there, a Somalian child is standing upon dry hard rocks. Its two eyes glitter like a rough diamond, parched, bleak and dark. Its belly exhibits the fragile bony ribs and silently mocks The phony Art that seeks phony beauty even in wounded scar-mark. The orphan boy was trying to scream but no voice came out From its barren vocal cord, empty stomach and shrinking lung. Its salty tears have dried out too like parched petals of a dead sprout. Its face looked blue and pale as if it were serpent-stung. This child, like all newborns here, was born with a constant Curse Of utmost struggling life until it moves, stares, breathes no more. Even showers upon the drought-infested land cannot reimburse The untold tales of such millions of children, the Pain-store. Two immobile figures of dead parents laid on dusty ground And blurred cries of the child melted in heat of wind there. No humans were there to hear except vultures that hovered around The dead bodies and waited until death of the tiny figure.
Grace under pressure Unflappable class Overtones of elegance Strength of brass. Tending splendid gardens Where laughter and fun Sprout as if native In the warmth of her sun. Incensed by thoughtless actions Yet steady in her mood Mixing sweet persuasion With wisdom for food. A Virgo mom's a blessing For one raised in her nest So just today this Taurus says That Virgo is the best!
He busses tables at the local coffee shop where midnight poets pour there heart out to the crowd of starved souls. Hypnotizing them into metaphors and similies and city singers cling to their microphones calling out to the world putting them in a trance between each verse. A young woman enters the cafe for her mid evening cup of tea. Squeezing through the tiny spaces between tables, slidding past the audience. Finding her seat at the back of the house solitary. The bus boy taking orders and watching like a raven on the hunt. Spiralling around tables and twisting through crowds. His smooth movements like an art for all to see. He always watched her, but she never saw. Every silent shudder, quiet quirk and every other gesture. She was a Goddess, something pure. Like the fresh spring raindrops that small children catch on their tongues,or brisk morning air inhaled over a cup of coffee. She smelled of the sunsets and lillies. But it was pointless to him, when would he ever get his chance to infuse his senses with the fragrance. She an upper class American and him well, he's a bus boy that was invisble to her, below her social status, just plain out of her league
Stillness filled the place Only the muted shuffle of my slippers interupted the heavy silence. The sights, the sounds and the home battered at my memory, echoed in my mind. Their faces and smiles reflected in the mirror of my brain. As I stood at the window, the sight of the pastel blooming flower in the park made me open the pane. I heard chirping birds- that pleasantly stilled my inner turmoil And disrupted the silence. An urge hit me to go out And absorb the blessings that were beginning to melt my loneliness... I missed my family back home. Indeed, there's no place like home.
There are so many ways to say I Love You, however it seems more likely for people to say the hurtful words I Hate You. For so many things to be thankful, still there's so many times we may appear ungrateful Appreciate what's been given, evolve in a life worth living. Overcome struggles be focused continue to stay driven Do not settle for good enough. Be determined and go through the times of both the good and the rough. There's no reason to be surprised know one ever said that Life wasn't tough Anyone can achieve their dreams at the highest measure. It's just a matter of how hard you work at it even if your starting at the bottom from there things can only get better Weather the storms throw your burdens upon God he will never steer you wrong. He'll never give you more than you can handle. If it seems overwhelming at times then God must know that your strong. Life decisions are split into two parts there should be no gray areas. It's either this is right or this is wrong Remember your not benefiting anyone by hiding you emotions in the dark. You'll be hurting yourself eventually it will weigh heavy on your heart. In the long run it will end up tearing you apart To be in love can make a world of difference it will change your daily routines Everyday that passes by you won't have the mind frame of It's all about Me Relationships built around trust are strong. Relationships built around deception hardly ever last long. Commitment is the key not only with your love but in friendships as well as with your family People will come in your life people will go. Where you will be in 10 years knowone really knows. Life's about the unexpected the passer-by's the up's and downs the good the bad the times we laugh along with the times we cry. The questions the answers the times we ask why? The yes's the no's the rejections the goals. The beauty the disappointments the high's and the lows. The losses the gains the continuous cycle of change Life is what you make it out to be Do for others as you would want done for yourself Don't involve yourself in life's mysteries Each person decides their own destiny and have written their own history Cause and effect is the name of the game. You get what you've given therefore you only have yourself to blame Your life's a novel made of many characters plots climaxes and themes Don't miss opportunities don't ever give up on your dreams Continue to live life and be happy because life isn't as bad as it sometimes may seem
Long dangly fingers shake like a leaf in the wind. They have the delicacy of a flower, but show the strength of a lion. When she touches and explores new land uncertainty runs through the veins in her hand. Read her palm; foresee a long life. Freckled skin is far from calm. These hands will always work to please.
Of heavens and glories past stories were told Of heroes and knights fairy tales and dreams were made With delight and pure passions strings of gold and silver were weaved Into thoughts of beauty much too great In enchanted palaces over pearl filled seas We prayed to live out the glory of our dreams Though we were once kids to whom the stories were told We are now old and towards the same stories we grew cold Blind to the fairies in the tales our eyes used to see And to the beauty of grace we used to seize We helplessly lay caught in the web of life as it takes place Grieving we wonder when did our sweet innocence fade away? But then with hope at night when lights are turned down low We reminisce how we once were innocent a lifetime ago
I thought SUZY was so bright Tendered hair and a smile delight Created her RAINBOW to let the world know only 4 inches small but her personality is quite tall The Beauty is not so much on the outside but within Never cared to swear or sex,she was true without Vanity or Sin No one but I would offer to carry her books to school And in turn,said that I was more than a simple fool A strange inkling that occurs in my brain LET'S GO TO SCOTLAND,WE CAN TAKE THE 4:00 TRAIN to escape the taunts and mockery jibe Here's to you,Suzy..and a sweetness that you try not to hide
Mmm, Icee it's so icy so icy
The angels smiled the day you were born , To your mother Janne and your father Shawn. Everyone's dreams came true And that Anine was because of you. On the 23rd. of October you entered the world, A momentous ocassion more priceless than gold. Your ruby red cheeks , that cute little mouth, That is really what life is about. Those almond shaped eyes that cute button nose, A combination of both parents I suppose. You're truly a treasure and mummy's pearl You're also daddy's adorable baby girl. Big brother Henrik will protect you from harm When he holds you tenderly in his arms. Two loving hearts coming together You really are birds of a feather. You are the proof that true love reigns supreme, By the timely arrival of this tiny human being.
She's constantly a dreamer, Fantasy is where she lives, Reality is non existant to her, If only she could see. She only cares about superficial things, Popularity is her sport, Boyfriends are the cheerleaders, If only she could see. Her mind is put to waste, A head as empty as a flower pot, Education is lost on her, If only she could see. She makes fun of the "weirdos", She cannot stand the "geeks", But those "geeks" are worth knowing, If only she could see. The world is 3-D, It has depth underneath, There is beauty under the surface, If only she could see. Beauty is not just skin deep, It runss all the way through, It's not just looks that matter, It's how you think and see.
The good is evil and the evil is good; The omen is clear,yet,no one reads, The signal is up, still no one heeds, There is but one use of power, It is to save people, But all we hear of power is trouble, Everyone wants to get and use it, They want to gain popularity, Winning elections a neccesity, Campaigns all exaggerations, Their evil deeds no explanation, Well-wishers they are yet to woo, Birds chatter where they woo, Birds chatter where they coo, The desire to be famous is an attempt, Forgetting that familiarity breeds contempt; Speeches are delivered in lying tongues, Manifestoes in dying souls, People are suffering,children are dying, Still,they're obstinate and blind, Passing frrom deception to deception, And to final illusion, Host in the wonder of their own greatness.
Eighteen years ago, I was sent home to die. No tears or laughter, not even a sigh. I looked within, to find a tarnished soul. So I began my journey, a high price was the toll. As the weight fell from my body, left with little skin & bones. The pain I've endured, I claim as my own. Threw smile's & laughter, I've hid my tears. Never letting anyone, see my fear. This terrible virus we know as AID's, has tried so hard to show me my grave. The hell I have lived, has brought joy to my soul. Paying the price has helped me grow old. For threw the hurt and the sorrow I have seen. New life was born, for my eyes they have seen. Some days I forget just how sick I have been, then the daily rituals of pills I begin. Feel sorry for me not, because I don't for myself. Life is a journey, full of much wealth. Paid not in coin or dollars you see, but how gracious you walk it with bended knee. My journey not over, not knowing where I'll go. I continue to live, and pay the toll. No wealth I have, just a smile I give. This is what helps me, from day to day live. Be happy in life, no matter your fate. Live life to the fullest, before it's to late.
There once was a man named Bobby Joe From a small town in New Mexico Always wearing pointed toed cowboy boots With a three piece polyester business suit Bobby Joe stood about six foot four Was handsome and sun-tanned dark All the women fell in love at first sight And were left with a broken heart Bobby Joe was smart and serious Had a fight to pick with big business Said they were ruining Indian land With big oil rigs digging in the sand The Harvard lawyers talked in corporate-speak To the paid for judges to whom they did entreat After pleading their case for twenty-four hours long Bobby Joe simply said, "What you're doing is wrong" "You're on Indian lands under a made-up law Leaving nothing behind but an ugly scar Lining your pockets with profits never higher You say all is fair and I say you're a liar" Bobby Joe knew it was a case he couldn't win But he also knew he had to try No one would fight for the poor Indian No one could hear the Great Spirit cry While in court he unveiled all their lies Then at night he would sleep with their wives He was losing his case on legal terms But news reports made executives squirm When they found Bobby Joe full of bullet holes Suspects, they had an awful lot By a jealous husband or a forlorn wife Or an executive hit man he was shot The case was closed with no arrests made Everyone was glad that he was gone American greed won again that day Writing a tragic end to this hero's song
Part I Oh Mother, Do not walk away, I would do anything to make you stay, I promise I will do my bed, I promise I will never lie, Mother, not a tear I will make you shed, I promise I will never let you cry, You are all that I live for, I will give you all you need and more, Heaven is under your feet, Your image is so sweet, We may fuss and fight, but when you smile, It makes the struggle worthwhile, Mother, you are a soul made of perfection, I am living due to your protection, My entity is a reflection, Of you, I want you to be proud of me, for I fear your rejection, You are my earth, You loved me for fourteen years, and nine months before birth, I grew up in you, I lived life with you, Your heart shines down on me like the sun, You cannot be compared to anyone, You are a seraph, I feel emotionally painful when I look at your photograph, Oh Mother, Do not walk away, I would do anything to make you stay... Part II Oh Father Do not walk away, I would do anything to make you stay, Your wise words dwell in my young soul, Your presence makes me whole, You make me laugh with all the clowning that you do, I miss you more and more everyday, you haven't got a clue, An eternal life of bliss with you I am living in now, I always come crawling back to you somehow, You are always saving me from myself; you catch me when I fall, Father, you are the only one who really knew me at all, I can vividly remember, One chilly night in December, You held me close, and I felt your pure heart beat, That icy bitterness within me you did defeat, One day you shall open your beautiful big brown eyes, And find that I have raised your name to the seventh sky, I promise you Father, I will forever be your ally, And make you so proud, you will want to cry, Oh Father Do not walk away, I would do anything to make you stay…
I am on a journey I have been for quite awhile I know not how much further I must go But I know the destination; it is to be enriched by every life I meet on the way and to enrich every life that grace mine on the way So I must stop, to smell every rose, to cheer every heart Though the way may be fraught with fog and tempest, I have no fear and I am not lost I still remember the way home and I am fond of home It is a place of eternal life It is a house of endless love, a house of peace, a house of joy In my home, there's always laughter, hearts never break, smiles never fade, spirit and flesh never frail fear is never around, friends never leave, loved ones never die, no sad farewells there I will go home, when my journey comes to its end To my father's house will I go To the house of endless love, peace, and joy, will I return Into the waiting loving arms of my father; into the warm happy embrace of friends and loved ones, who had been on the journey and gone home before me, eagerly awaiting my return To my home, to my father's house, of endless love, peace, and joy, will I return The day of my return, I know not, but when it comes, I will know, for my father will call me home, When he calls, I will hear I will answer his call I will run to my father I will be home (Dedicated to Merl Butler)
My only friend. All I have is my Music. I seek shelter in the comfort of "Her" arms. I find a delightful warmth in the smile only she can bring to my life even when my mood is upmost defiant. She is my mother and I a small child. Eager , to hear her speak , as only she can soothing my soul on a fidget morning. She puts me to sleep in the evening , She is inside of me Dwelling in the depths of my soul eager , at times she longs to burst from the depths of my heart She pleases me, and teases me. Nurses me back to health in my times of weakness. I am a child of Music, and I am meant to share "Her" with the world. She is the Pilate to my soul I must spread my winds, and fly.
I got my idealism Follies From our Mass Media that seeks to show the ultra-modern extravagances of today's super hip society Too much Politics that is overtly fused into my dimming Brain Not interested in fighting the tide There is nowhere to turn Nor a sanctuary for myself to hide away Dreams were simpler in my day Let the Hair hange down and say THE HELL WITH YOU to the wiser but Elder generation in our times It is not so easy now A few years back I have lost the angst The youthful rage This gap is becoming ever quite small Turn to the children, let them have it for now The older we become it is inevitably for certain where to eventually travel Beyond this frame of sphere To believe in our culture's turmultuous lyrics Put down the parents so we could party all the way Jesus is a gentle man and a woman They are not,however..an untidy rock band,looking for the gold Some times, When or wherever I compose my poetry Thoughts will linger on the meaning meant for us all Shocking realization to notice We are adults now in a world where the controls are getting slightly out of hand The time is now to straighten out this quandry Clean up our room Get rid of our dirty laundry
Time is a great cure For what I'm not sure Time is only for this minute If you live another a cure is in it! Life is time and living it is the cure Working is the blood of being secure Money, money, money needs no friend around Good health is times only sound! So, P.S. My friends have the Time of your life! The Silver Scribe
I will cry a thousand years. Trying to wash away the hurt I feel. Wearing a mask to conceal. While I walk amongst all of you Doing what should be right. For me there's no tunnel of light. Just the black, from my eyes shut tight. A little is much to much. Shivering from the touch That I've longed for all my life. There's very little you can do. But, I ask it of you Light a candle. Say a prayer. When you leave, close the lid on my casket
Can you feel them itching Songs begging to get out Can see his fingers twitching Just moving all about there's music in him for that, there is no doubt rhythm and words just bursting to escape laughter and the sadness all his love and eternal heartbreak so much to write about it's way too big to contain emotions taking over like colors on display Can you feel them itching Songs begging to get out Can see his fingers twitching Just moving all about sending all his wheels a spinning manic energy takes control it's creating something magical as he lets his many talents flow all the pain and anguish they paint the pages with his tears with talk of love and betrayal of intensity in loss and fears his depth of hurt, it'll gut you bleed you at your core it's a wonder he's still standing how is it he could take much more Can you feel them itching Songs begging to get out Can see his fingers twitching Just moving all about outside his art, you wouldn't know it just how his internal scars cry out but take a look in those clear blue eyes you'll find the wisdom and the wear of one whose lived a consuming life and known the meaning of despair been taken to the brink and more then left just hanging there had his heart ripped from his chest leaving his soul stripped bare Can you feel them itching Songs begging to get out Can see his fingers twitching Just moving all about but this boy, this guy, this man is made of more than all that that of which would do it's best to destroy him from the inside out no this clever one, he won't be taken down lightly no, not without a fight he… he'll take all the turmoil and the woe he'll make the very most of it use it for his craft, the sadness oh so sad he twist it into beauty, bends it to his will and when he's done and last poems been sung the tears, your eyes are now filled for his pain has transformed to such of strength and beauty, that never can be killed
With out rain what would we do? What would we drink? What about food? Its helps us out Every year It grows our cotton So we have something to wear With out rain what would we do? Would we walk around naked? What about you?
Thou not from Israel yet Israel like to sell our heads in the name of yahoo To say I am from this clan is like to say I am leprous in Elisa's clan in the sight of macoys Denying me chapter Iv of our supreme book making me more black than I am lets break their records Their record of unequalness For all animals are equal.
Little girl (Little boy), so small and insecure, whose world has crumbled in, and when it rains it pours. Little girl (Little boy), you were never able to bloom, so your world seems so dark, and full of gloom. Little girl (Little boy), you've been so hurt and abused, always reaching out for help, but it always seems you're refused. Little girl (Little boy), it's all right... Please cry, scream and shout, but don't give up the fight. Little girl (Little boy), we're here to help you now. You are ready to live, and we're going to show you how. Little girl (Little boy), you should be so proud! You have come out of your shell and have mingled with the crowd. Little girl (Little boy), you're doing great, even though there are a lot of unresolved issues on your plate. Little girl (Little boy), it's okay, because we're all here to help you get through it, day by day. Little girl (Little boy), you are starting to grow, and soon it will be your time to go. Little girl (Little boy), do not fear, because we'll still always be here. Little girl (Little boy), you are no more... Beautiful woman (Handsome man) now, so confident and strong, ready to go begin a new journey, with our love and support, to guide you along.
Tales of the scholars speak noble words, Of the mistress of the earth, Crying tears on those who implore, About those who have the gift of birth. She'll whisper and talk, With a lonely seduction, Holding the clouds in her bosom, Hoping and hugging with her stomach. She will hope and wish, When the time it takes, Walking and talking, Until her water breaks.
On this morn of this day Though we may be far away A thought travels across these seas Carried upon a summer breeze It sings to the birds and angels above As it takes the form of an 'immaculate' dove Fast and swift the wind bears it To a place with reminiscence lit It lands in the hands of an angel borne Far from her home yet not forlorn She unfolds a note from off its wings And reads the news that it now brings: Happy Birthday My Dearest Mandy.
Tick – another minute goes by… Another calendar, another clock… If I turn off all the noise, I can hear my heart beat… That old empty sound… The vast open array of life, seems to creep through my windows and guards my door… In visions of yesterday, they came knocking and left a note, we'll call back, signed, life… Tock – It is nothing more than times passage… It is but another lock that keeps me in this vision… Separate in the knowledge of action, there is no place to call home… Driven by the thirst to make the most of this cold place – I curl up in a quiet spot to view the hands of torment… Tick – another minute goes by…
A raging sun raised over the sky so bright, kindled upon The earth desired for thirst, the first ray hold upon, By the crops reaped over the farm so baked - Steamed by the nature so distressed, The flared breeze glowed over the life withheld. A muted zephyr pass by the morn, betide upon The daylight so hoped-for, the first drop gushed upon, By the wind so aroused over the fight against blaze - Danced by the mizzle so greeted The sensation of expressions for the moment winded so delighted. Moistened by the drops fell upon so pleased, retrieve upon The sowing over the sloughy farm, the last ray hold upon, By the dismal days of cloudburst - Streamed over by the ken so roaring, The time of the year met with the season of showering. Abased sun faded by the sky so dark, mislaid upon The sprinkle dripped for reseeding, the first ray hold upon, By the awning fitted for shelter over the sidewalk – Drenched by the approach so merciful, The mournful reek washed over the shore so disgraceful. An abstract world by the city so ludic, played upon The time seemed lively, the first dive swam upon, By the pleasure of life - Versed by the pleasance so alive, The sweet flow of liveliness hoped to survive. Lasted numb behind the clouds the sun once peeped by the drizzle, showed upon The rays gently breaking up the sky by the colours differentiated, hold upon By the welcoming of feathered white clouds – Eased by the greenery so eying The time of the year met with the season of fall-flowering. ---------------------------------x---------------------------------
I startled you as you lay dreaming With burnished scales and body gleaming Upon an ochre sunny, sandy bank Contrasting with your elongated flank You rose with quick-silvery motion Without sound or needless commotion And spread wide your captivating hood While in awe gazing, mesmerized I stood You flicked your fork tongue at me testing Simultaneously threatening and protesting Swaying to your primeval ancient dance As I stood rooted in admiring transfixed trance You tasted once again my human essence While I in turn took in your luminescence And then with an imperceptible low hiss You vanished, leaving me in humbled bliss
I Moby Dick is a classic, so I've been told tried to read when was younger, tried to read when more old chastised my own self severely each time for not having interest in words so sublime. II Billy Budd caught attention and Kafka might mention Ayn Rand, Solzhenitsyn rebellist penchant. III Don't care much for jewelry or bright shiny things phone's likely to voice-mail when it ever rings keepin' up with the Joneses unappetizing introversion my given from generating. Norms cramp my style more often than not I don't watch tv thus have no clue what's hot making up words when I need them is fun inside I try fiercely to douse smoking gun. IV A gift this life given sheer mystery resplendent with wisdom, compassion and love From whence came the spark that lent life to dark? Within without all the same heartbeat.
Everywhere people there I stopped to look at an old lady fair She was only alone Licking her ice cream from a crunchy sweet cone Sitting and enjoying her treat While many a men around sweep their young ladies off their feet Nobody came to claim her Just enjoying what she was having Not bothering to get up from her chair My eyes wept for her because she had not a gentle man beside her We all come and go while the rest of her generation starts to slow Alas,my friend,they are soon forgotten and are cast out to the wild winds Everytime that I would come to this shopping mall My eyes would peer at an old mistress small Not even a small collie or pup for a companion Just a little lady enjoying her treasured ice cream
Visiting with memories Childhood days, thoughts remembered, Things of me that used to be. House that's aged, weathered and grayed - I feel its splintering pain; Watching me as we all played. Elements she held at bay; Her walls hold cherished secrets; Creaky floors gave me away. Love has gone, home lost it's shine. Here I sit, this last recall, Earth to earth, dust to dust, pine. Once I left she lost her spring. Her heartbeat beat its last breath No more a home but a thing. Memories stand strong as she Reigned her years; everyone's gone Moving on as it should be. Thanks to you my ode homestead, I grew up secure and loved And trips to the wood shed. My heartfelt tears have a smile; Emotions, both joy and sad; New owners, life's worthwhile.
Lamb so still sleeping near Shepard innocent sheep just living au'natural without too many promises to keep The fields are wide and green with no intrusive strangers or teenagers to be seen From out of a billion ewe and tup of the world Only one was created and chosen A special breed for a troubled creed This Lamb of God is for all,indeed
Here's to you because you have taught me.. To arise above the pain that life has brought me. If it wasn't for you I would never know.. When I stood at the cross roads which way to go. You taught me to focus, see beyond my eyes.. Press toward the mark never ever compromise. I saluate you 'ole' past, and all I've done wrong.. Things I can change even the things I can't atone. These were the things from which I cried at night.. Decisions I've made when I chose to call wrong right. Here's to you 'ole past' because you have taught me.. To rise above the pain that life has brought me.
I never knew you, but I have your blood. Sometimes I wonder, how I'm like you, if it's more ways than one. And I think to myself, what life would've been like, if you'd kept my mom. From what I've heard, you were very young, only a couple years older than I am now. And you made a mistake, but yet, God used it somehow. So I owe you so much, and still, nothing at all. And if you hadn't given away my mom, I may not have been here. So thank you, for choosing life over death. But God made sure she didn't get left.
poet in flight writing for a free airspace keeping the seatbelt on closing both of his eyes to let the poem fly for itself Every breath that i whisper a single movement of the pen upon paper giving takeoff from the runway of ideas and rhymes no one would know who this poet truly be he uses a 1000 different names to keep him silent and unknown During this duration of poetic flight He will write a sonnet or a narrative some night to describe the feeling of floating away with the air there aren't any typos nor mistakes to make the reader even care Look around you at the space between the pen and the wind Solly! it is so enticing and enchanted to be a Poet's Romantic picturing the trees with the alphabet coloring the sagebrush with just the right felt-tip pen You,the reader,will notice for a time the perfect serenity of this fable sublime There aren't any Dirty words or imagery,my pet to hover forever,near the 747 jumbo jet Creating the space Tracing with each Finger The Flight of the Poet whose ode to the old stanza will forevermore linger
through his mom he has come to know me and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles to pull this large woman up,i saw such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God Bless Nick
RAPTURE OF LIGHT Without your mask, where will you hide? Inside yourself? Can you find your way out? Lost in the dark with only a spark to guide you. Can you feel me holding my last breath? I gave up everything to find you. Where are you now? I needed you to breath, to live I thought.. Your light has extinquished itself, no longer will you hold my dreams. mind or soul. For this is where you end, and I begin.
Someone asked me about you the other day, "In the cemetery over there is where he lay." "A shame" she said, with such dismay, "he's still the idol of the town today." He had been my idol once too, until I found out what he did to you, that's when we left and no one knew, they only heard stories that were not true. I nodded at the lady and smiled back at her, his memories overwhelmed me, things became a blur, I hurriedly walked away from her. You used to be my idol, your betrayal was too great, My forgiveness too late....
Glistening blonde hair and a Golden smile Sweet as a strawberry Well worth the extra mile Beautiful as a warm summer's day Glowing like a shining star Full of energy She will go very far Waiting and wondering Smiling and enticing Love of Poetry Makes her the icing Lots to do and Young of life When all is finished She will be an exquisite wife Smart and funny She could go for all the money. Just take your time!
1 Behold! that human angel hovering not in bright skies but on far-distant land a siren voice, hypnotic, echoing – desperate singing, sundry songs without demand – Till comes that calming gentle rest. Unfettered wings whose feather tips remain too still until in cauldron stirs the beast found'ring gales ablast from vicious East near off rip her appendages with his disdain – Till comes that zephyr from the West resounding with his promises, his prayer that joined would be they both in aether air. 2 But, lo! Across that mighty depth of sea where stands that noble knight in disarray his hand a pen to wield in poetry an arm to hold a shield from harm to her delay – Till comes for her he on his steed – The mighty dragon spewing searing flame to burn her tender flesh with hateful scorn repelled she with her wits not words foresworn an oath to not repeat nor say his hated name – Till comes the time they both agreed – resounding with his promises, his prayer that joined they may be one eternal pair. 3. At length their spirits crossed the massive span that ocean looming far too wide and deep one lady waiting long, long waiting longing for her patient man – her promises, the oath she vowed to keep for him in loving song. At last their spirits met in fond embrace and bodies twisted as a knotted rope in love together found, though sight unseen, he never saw her face, nor did she his except with faith and hope their love at last be crowned. 4 The gods looked down upon two distant lands upon what kept two loves apart and joined the knight's and his fair lady's hands into one soul, one beating heart exhaling into each as one communal breath immortalizing them without eternal death. Till now, no eyes have seen with certain sight these loves that burn in morn and evening light.
22 years ago when i was 22 and you were 44 could we have had the same dream the same heart the same feelings on a dance floor could not Cyrano teach me to score me,the man in the iron mask on the other side of the door could not Shakespere live just once more and render a sonnet that would open that door then i would beacon Orpheous to sing of the love he lost in Hades forever more it is to hear a song so sweet a short verse so compleat with a feeling so neat that i would sweep you off your feet then we would dine at loves feast
His legendary name will be immortalized in America's books of history, and his bravery and heroism always remembered by us: the biggest heart driven by an immense generosity! When rushed into the thick smoke, his searching eyes shone even brighter than the clear morning; the danger ahead could not keep him from saving people trapped in strairways, people who wailed and waited in the tower's darkness! He left behind an indelible legacy, to let all see what he truly loved; to inspire them with motivation and he never was afraid to show affection, or his unique side of humanity: that's what he fervently believed! John,even this total stranger proudly calls you by name for having been so brave; a mother, a father, a son,a sister or friend who didn't lose anyone, because of your deed, remembers you in prayer: and I, a total stranger,related by blood, praise you in words that'll never grow old! John,you may be invisible to all, but your presence is still felt by us; your handome sons and lovely wife grieve, but their grief has turned into something wonderful: a duty that has been fulfilled by your call and sacrifice; a destiny willed by God! If everyone judges an individual only by what one has achieved in a lifetime: you were one of the truest heroes of our time, who has left his mark on this twentieth century; and if anyone doubts you did all that, your devotion can testify and reject that!
Plastered posters up on dividers laminated and preserved for generations of students, marching by filing nameless the years, uncounted the numbers
A pair of spectacles an unsharpened pencil an eraser, pink, shaped like Tennessee Which of these is truth? Answer quickly or fall to hell!
Tonight we celebrate and toast the kindness of our loving host I do not mean to brag or boast but we'll enjoy this yummy roast! The onions sliced, the mushrooms diced and thrice the crushed red pepper dashed inside the oven crust does rise and crisps and browns upon the racks Half an hour we do laugh and drink to our shared memories no one could feel the moments pass until we heard the timer beep The air smells warm! The moment's nigh! Let's slice the pizza into pieces! Together, let's enjoy the taste of life until the light within us ceases!
Love is the most common Tree of devotion And its' leaves' are tumbling down It steams' from the mirage And then dispense At that time of ingestion Falling, Forwardly to the ground And yes, their Magnificence will be two-fold To be blessed and Bestowed upon within the Govern domain of God To the dear delight of The Magisty, The King GF
Buddy Cianci! He's the people's mayor! "That shark! Haha! Reminds me of my opponents over the years!" He dances with the old folks! He kisses the pig! He poses with the married couple! He lets no crack appear in his façade even on the day his lover of nine years is married in Barbados! He is impregnable!
Crisp snow falls on the mountaintop glorious and regal, the whole universe gravitates towards him and he sees it all clearly!
Writers are like painters who define the deepest emotions by reflecting on the human condition; it's a burst of inspiration which can't give an explanation, or expect definite answers! Writers posses that magic key... to unlock each forgotten,scorned or revered feeling and reveal it with stimulating sentiment; and if they are hesitant or afraid to make everything known... they'll be compared to cowards who confine, alter or hide,with implicity, their identity for the fear of prejudice, or because of a tainted reputation! Writers possess that magic key, more than the greatest composers... creating sumptuous melodies; our words are immortal as their works, but they can be read aloud and be pleasant to the ears: however tragic, delightful,sad, funny, or happy they may be! Writers are able to turn every story into a memorable one, those lines into extraordinary verse... however sober or humorous, and all songs to withstand time; we'll be gone, but they will live on! Writers possess that magic key, and we are fortunate enough to use it to our advantage or someone's disadvantage; we can cause much turmoil, joy, inspiring awe or unexplainable rage over it... and effect every heart in innumerable ways!
in my lonely happiness my secret joy abounds it's because i've found away of keeping you around even when your far away i keep you in my mind your image always with me i hope till the end of time hopeing, just wondering, and pretending the most i suppose staring out into space letting my mind compose hours, seconds, minutes of joy while idle time is disposed i'd like to think of different ways i would like to propose but i'll always keep you secret and keep you safe in my mind because in my mind we're best friends and we're together all the time
I lay awake in my soft silk staring into the empty space that seemed to fill in my pounding heart. what eyes hath the power to seep through the brick of skin and cup my emptiness, to live, to dwell, oh, to love forever inside. what am I, yet a powerless woman who dream to hold the starry night in her womb, every star is another world Lying undiscovered as pieces of my love hath scattered to somewhere deep and dark... lost is it? oh, what is that unusual rhythm a flawless rhyme of footsteps steeping down my path who dare to walk unaided with fearless chest and powerless jealousy, who posses the lost piece of my puzzle who embark upon this courageous journey to see me and to hold me or just greedily want to love me. what is that apparition my eyes fear to form? once carved by the mighty lord had he placed a part of me in it? for I realize a fulfillment and a destined power in him, I see what I found in myself Oh, that emptiness! I had fallen into the drama of the light where raised curtains of fate beheld something that I searched in those bottomless eyes of my stranger that cried like a raging ocean holding onto the sandy shores, I own. But, tell me all the gods man had imagined, tell me all the corals the hidden rubies and diamonds somewhere deep in the embrace of the soil, tell me the raining sky, the power of light, tell me the eternal flame, when , for that single moment I closed my lids to shed the endless drops of contentment when in that split second, God... have you taketh away my filled vase my wholeness my cherished tale of freedom... and why if you had known that this is not reality but a reflection of someone so pure never born, never lived, you had given me the power to dream you had given me the secret of joy and took away at the smallest ease the strength of my soul, My love. Or had it been a flicker of laughter to your ears when I still search for the lost part of me in the unending branches of the brown trees and in the bottomless blue ocean for that intimate stranger... for his shadow.
A tenderly caressed love Blooms as a precious flower Generous touches, gentle care Sprinkled by a passionate shower Grasp it Cling to it As if dear life depends Treasure it Take care of it Because the time may come when... The leaves fall The blossoms fade The fragrance a lingering scent As the miracle of Spring A prescribed love's bud Spring anew the memories spent
Woman, she is A mother of five Man, he is A father of five In a life Of ups and Downs They share- The four walls Of loneliness The woven rug Of love And in the throbbing shadows, Of fear and joy, they are waiting Eagerly, for me, to come out
Found God smoking weed in the back of my car, Didnt realize the joint would go so far, He loves to heal your open scars, The guys a legend, When he plays the guitar. Jesus rocks out to Iron Maiden, But belief in him fades, As we worship satan, To heaven or to hell, For wherever this life will lead, There'll always be people, Filled with pity and greed. A life blinded by hope, Held together by fear, Unworthy I sit here, Abandoned by peers. An endless story, Healed by God, A lifeless future, Im a pitiful sod. A taste of the past, A look at the future, It happened so fast, Was a call of nature
Inspiration is found in the gift that is given from the soul. It iminates and resonates as drums beating and nature singing bring forth swift sound movement and rhythm to the inner being. It is often initiated silently so attention is not focused on the giver of this gift but its recipient. Inspiration is found in the laughter at one's self over the life led and the things left behind are now quietly amusing. Some small memory now brings a smile as the thought transpires into imagery and if note worthy, is transformed to prose put down by pen to paper and if found - even much later - shall bring as much joy to the reader as it first did to the writer. Inspiration, like beauty, is too found in the eye in the beholder but not so much for the joy rested upon the sight of the onlooker but the inward delight brought on partaking in the wonderful exchange of words held captive in intense conversation. Inspiration is found in far off lands where watching growth and development seem surreal and suspended and yet touches the heart so indepthly that its as if you too were right there, joined at the hip, at the hand or even more importantly at the heart. Inspiration is found in breathtakenly simple parts of humanity that are often overlooked - until it is too late, often underrated until the world embraces it or denied until someone takes notice and simply loves it. Inspiration is found in the faces you seek to love, love to see and leave you forever seeking more. Both now and tomorrow, inspiration once again has embraced my heart through the soft spoken of one such inspirational, phenomenal life. Inspiration - I give you Maya Angelou.
Wife, you are a quilt A lasting duvet of my soul At winter nights You warmed me when I felt cold You embraced me when I needed an embrace You fed me when I came home From work, late and hungry Kind-heartedly, you've quenched my thirst Now that you're worn Here I am, and, I wanted to say Let me, your husband, be the quilt A lasting duvet… for you, and For my unborn heir
Speak to me, my love, of the dawn With amber rays that grace the fields… That our concealed dreams, be now revealed Grace mine ears with sweet praise Of your honeyed lips… Oh, speak of love That adorns the lands, Tenderly Take hold of mine hand ~ Flight of doves Concede... as you take command 'Til The whispering winds stand still~ While the blue seas touch the once placid shores… Of this mine heart, shan't be bored As with rendered kiss our love's fulfilled…
Ann Wilson, Ann Wilson the way you sing vowels is so hypnotizing.
time clock watch ticking seconds fade slowly wearing away not enough too much watch the time pass one....two....three seconds gone more to come seconds turn to minutes minutes to hours hours to days days to weeks eventually the seconds you had are gone days pass seconds linger you rush the time you hate the wait soon you wonder where is the time where'd it go then you DIE now where did the time GO?
Crazy physicist! So, you can put a man on the moon? Ooh! I have a new problem! Calculate the trajectory of my soul as it leaves my body!
Ode to the earth which we enjoy Bringing us happiness and sorrow ness Bringing each other closer and closer to the most closest Bringing us together for joy We think we care so much for the earth Yet we pollute it with carelessness Cruel humans, cruel polluters Reduce, reuse, recover, RECYCLE REDUCE the amount of garbage and make composts REUSE grocery bags to replace garbage bags RECOVER energy from wastes that cannot be used for something else RECYCLE plastics and paper Together we can make a difference Together we will help the earth Together we will fight against polluting Together we will be Earthkeepers
These are the stories, The poetic verses you could only find Inside the deepness of my mind. With this new found life before me I find comfort with friends, Closeones and loved ones. These are the words swimming inside my eyes. The keys to my heart. Find me beneath these pages, And you'll find me. Living within the deepness of my mind. Here to smile through every crumpling moment. Here I am, In all that I am With these words swimming Inside my eyes.
Wanting to feel love But only knowing pain Wanting to cover up The blood that now stains Her soul So lost and out of control She walks on a path With no way to go Can't see straight With a twisted fate In search of happiness Beyond this gate She walks on ground Filled with graves That lie so sound But have these lives been saved With each life And its own energy Where has it now gone If energy cannot be Created or destroyed How can our souls be deployed To just God or Satan As our bodies rot In the ground we lay in
The good among us will survive us; the great examples of warmth and good will... tomorrow will inspire others! Too often we've heard of meannes, of injustice and of selfishness; who's to blame? Those unjust acts can't force us to hide compassion and goodness; every person who lives and dies shouldn't suppress them for the fear of judgment, because the good among us is based on love and kindness! The good among us is one of the blessings that God has given us lovingly and freely; a most precious gift of everlasting beauty! The good among us is our guidance... in a life that can't escape death; the good among us is that lighthouse which shines... when a dark night arrives!
i walked for miles with a voice that smiles humming off rays of my pass in styles starring down the road which i've come from miles drunk off the rum my sound is loud as bass from a drum banging ockwardly from my ears to thumb snapping my fingers the taste is yum oh my the fun chewing my grits like gum skipping enjoying my grits and rum
The forsaken heart Is one that cries in pain And alone Even in the light As it is among others. It is dry Without the flowing blood Of another Beating side by side To repeat the Sounding drumbeat. It is devoid of life When deplete of love As that remains The main ingredient For a strong Eternal life.
Robin, like last leaf of autumn, clings to a velvet rose. Ah, such a lovely scene, from painted prose of God, the Unseen- of which thru his artwork reminded me of a child holding sweet mama, 'til he was being breezed away into manhood, by the thrilling wings of her olden days.
Humanity began falling, a man came, unknown! His aspiration beckoned many nation; Taught the gospel with zest, Till sun crossed from east to west! With His gentle touch, the sky silvered; From bondage of ignorance, we're freed To receive the right, Of worshiping God's holiness! Long gone, but never forgotten For we deeply feel his presence; Moving forward in one spirit; Ours is to share, the blessings, we inherit! Remember the true messenger; Follow His great legacy to finish the race; The Holy Father awaits us, eagerly! In heaven, where saints reside, peacefully!
An emerald eye is painted on the starry wall a wink, rogue kiss of the misty eyes Oh! Your brown eyebrows are so thin, your love so smooth crush me into paper, and glue me to your world
My feet that have brought me so very far My face that has shown a million smiles My hands that can hold yours, My fingers that write, or paint, or sew, or hide my tears that are as the ocean. My arms that grow weary now, My legs that ache with the rain, My eyes, Oh God, my glorious eyes! My ears, that hear so well ... (stand away if you have a secret to tell). My nose that sniffles some, My teeth long ago gone and replaced with shiny modern miracles. My heart that with this amazing beat ... this breath As my love only grows for these many gifts.
What would you say If after this time You reawakened this day Long out of reach, your prime? Would you still ride the horse of your forms Bequeathed by Poseidon forever to be Or from your eyes Would your reality emerge Amidst this positivist sea? Would it be theology you adorn Like most of the lepers strive to see Would you heal their eyes With a synthetic judgment A Kantian reprieve? Philosophy is deceased Or so many decree Encumbered in Zarathustra's sleep Like Jehovah into its blackened lungs The breath of life -- could you breathe? Would you still be the peripatetic mentor Of Dante's "the master of those that know" Or would you still wish to be the protege The protege of he with no letters to show? Would you defend your apology Of a traveling heretic A heretic for corrupting the young With the idea that politicians and beaurocrats Must abide by an inviolable ethical form A form of chivalry this day much unsung. And so this apology I must afford to you For allowing the Sophistry Of your age To come anew. Leaders still begin wars With the flower of youth Not their own Petals wilted and crushed Under the jackboots of those lacking The concept of God or father. Fear creates a protean enemy As sure as the incited mob's voice You witnessed at the ripe age of twenty-eight Snatched your second father And afforded him no easy choice. Justice is not easy Your life was about defining Something this day has been lost It's essence forgotten, always at a cost. After this apology Can we still have a hope That you could rescue this world Fill the holes and set it afloat. After all of the centuries Some forgotten Some abhorred Would you still be able to prove? That all of human thought and hope To you is indeed but a footnote?
The best books have a little love in them. Whether it be a taped spine or a half-creased cover a forgotten dog-ear or a few margin-scribbles a browning of the pages or perhaps a signature the more time a book spends in the company of men the better it learns how to tug at their heartstrings.
Upon the emptied blackboards chalkdust yet remains, smeared, the work of a thousand problems, minds behind each, even the blue message of a young lady waving goodbye.
try not to put any obstacles in anyone's way as servants of God in everything we do, on it we will pray patiently endure the hardships, the difficulties and the troubles to be persecuted in the name of Christ is just a part of the greater struggle you might have to go through beatings, being robbed or thrown into jail you might be overworked, starved or go through all types of hell but by our purity, our knowledge, our wisdom and patient measure we will have shown ourselves approved to receive God's eternal treasure with righteousness as our weapon to attack and defend with the truth in our message and the Holy Spirit as our friend we will be honored and disgraced we will be insulted and praised we will wield the Sword of the Spirit and in victory our hands will be raised although we are saddened, we will always be glad although we seem poor, we are rich in the love for us Jesus had we seem to have nothing, when in fact we possess everything for we are the true servants of God, the Lord of Lords, the King of Kings
They intentionally wounded the heart of this spectacular city: unique,rich and pretty; a rare jewel to never be possessed by envious eyes wishing to destroy its beauty by ways of atrocity... A city rising from the ashes of pain is more powerful than the one they have tried to devastate ; our people have acted and spoken, and their courageous hearts have been lifted by a godly faith... Let no one stand in the victor's way, because this horrendous tragedy has taught us to be closer than ever: to watch the enemy in dismay; this great nation will survive to tell all generations to come: the day the towers came down, killing thousands in such a little time... A city rising from the ashes will be even more beautiful in the people's eyes; even though the losses are many and tears turn into painful memories: it will never be erased from hearts and minds! Envision what tomorrow can do for the strides of today!
Mama got the pot at her neighbor's garage sale sixty years ago. It outlived her and will feed her son, and his child and his children's children long after he's done using it as his snare drum.
The moment you were born I knew, I would never love someone like I love you, You looked at me with those big blue eyes, More beautiful and blue than the brightest skies, I never thought I could love someone I just met so much, So tiny and so perfect, you looked too fragile to touch, Nobody has ever needed or loved me as much as you, I love everything you are, everything you do, You've done nothing but bring me happiness and joy, And I am the Proudest Mother in the world to call you My Baby Boy
O adored Italy,this lamentation for an impossible longing,never repressed, will echo throughout centuries yet to unfold! Will I be forgotten for my prediction? A revocation of tiepid nights,intently spent staring at the twinkling firmament, confirmed beliefs which have guided me in days of bitter regrets and discontent! America enabled me, to land on its wealthy and productive soil; and her generosity spilled over an enormous ocean and sea, and offered me the infallible promise of security! Now, like two protective and fearless soldiers, defending her from intruders and envious alike, my visible rainbow draws its colorful arch with foundations resting on each side; with joy,gratefulness and endless pride, I owe them both: life,dignity,and happiness! O adored Italy,this lamentation springs forth with fervent words of affection; I regret that my sixsteenth year was was an unexpected and sorrowful farewell! O adored Italy,your distant son... still has that memorable recall of your motherly tenderness and loveliness, beside your unchangeable principle of justice!
We all need to wake up Stop killing each other We should love each other We need to wake up and care for each other We all need to love not hate We all should be there for each other We need to take people for who they are We all need to wake up and believe in each other We shouldn't hate people cause of there color We need to wake up and smell the coffee If people change the world may change Parents need to be there for there kids cause they need you We need to stop blaming our pass and move forward We all need to forgive and forget We all need to wake up and make a change We all need to be strong not weak We all need to stick together like family People shouldn't judge each other cause of who they are We all should care for each other not be against each other We all need to wake up and get along with each other We all should give to people who are in need We all should stand up for what we believe in If we all work together we can change this world.
I look towards a summers day, And see it in an awkward way. Not real, it fancies to impress, But leaves you with an emptiness. Not so Mundane, it aims to please, And tends to fulfill all your needs. No worrying or need to rush, It leaves a sort of mindful hush. To sit and contemplate your fate, It gives you time to just relate. Sitting in a world so true, Not planning the next thing to do. So stop your running all about, Mundane will help release all doubt. Of who you are and why you're here, Without exasperating fear. And in a while you'll start to show, The others what it means to Know. So focus on the little things, You might just get a pair of wings.
Scratches on the jewel surface of a black onyx watch tiny hands tick endlessly around now seven, now eight, now ten Can you break the cycle?
A shimmering arc of whiteness spreads its eagle wings, overarching and embracing the sky, soaring into the sunset If you were not perfect, I would run after you, down to the seashore, splashing, yawping to the tops of heaven till breathless, "TAKE AWAY MY DESIRES!"
When, as I inhabit the face of cause, a sterile forerunner would remove the faith that I would know as mark of gesterous life - Consider once, the time in hand that cores the low. As misery, the sceance of attention incites or regulates thee at my haste - So passing life, in form of apprehension, predicts or fazes not . .. . . the store of waste!
the night is cold and the wind blows high, clouds are drifting in the moonless sky, dogs are howling in the midnight hour, the rich man sleeps by the candle. the clown is dancing not knowing why he who laughs is the one who will cry, the stage is set for all his grief, his is the night like a thief. while the beggar shouts for mercy with voice weak sounding so empty, the king and queen are happy, they are amused by the gypsy. the tearful joker dances and sings, he who came to entertain the kings; showing things that he does not feel, falling down on his knees to kneel. the young princes shout for more, unmindful of the hungry poor; they just laugh and they sigh, they do not hear the people cry.
Alice Cooper! Wait, you're not Nancy Wilson! You have no Heart! You're not even a woman! Ah, but you are wafting through my radio! And you are quite clever! I wish I could have seen you when you came to Knoxville Scary!
Tomorrow is a mystery, future isn't sure. Tomorrow is killing me, victory isn't pure. Have got so much to give but don't know what I would get. Tomorrow has got me pensive, tomorrow's pregnancy is a threat. Will tomorrow be bright? as I sleep and say goodnight? Will tomorrow shine? Will it be just fine? Life is a crazy ride but still make it a pride. Live for today and hope for tomorrow and hopefully meet a day to follow. *Sammy Kyle*
I see a people... a people in whose vein flow a crimson of stream of noble blood; whose minds house a vast well of creativity, fountains of inspiration,tactflness, unquenchable zest and passion for survival. A people whose voice thunder emulates; whose heights the trees envies; whose color the brightest of lights cannot hide; whose steps quake the earth; who farts and clouds gather,rages and mountains erupt. A people too beautiful to psych,dudes and dames alike; whose due has the strenght of a legion; chests,broad enough to house a billboard; eyes,bright enough to see through the dark. courageous enough to take a whole city, and brave enough to woo Her Majesty! I know this people... they're the sons and daughters of a kind, the special specie that spices up creation designed by nature. A rare breed,the black breed. I wish I could be like them. Maybe I'm like them,maybe I'm them.
Have you ever taught that mothers love their children in the same way? Have ever you ever understood that the eyes of true mothers share in their great joy and most times cry... when they make them really proud of their first victory? True mothers give more than their immortal affection... they open up their big hearts to those needing strenght: to help them in that long journey away from their sight,not their thoughts; and when they return, they'll be waiting anxiously! And if you wonder why you never see them cry...it's because they withhold their tears beyond her undetectable fears; true mothers monitor your steps like God... 'till they're completely sure you won't bedazzled by failure! True mothers can't help imagining what tomorrow will bring to their seed; and knowing that their mission in life is sacred, they'll keep that love flowing...to keep us on living!
Love brings you back When you fall down Love brings the colors back When everything looks grey Love brings pieces back When they seem to be totally broken Love brings souls back When those souls get stuck Love brings generosity back When the world becomes selfish Love brings the sun back When the days are dark Love brings desire back When your body gets frozen Love brings the flavor back When life has no taste Love brings good sense back When life doesn't make sense Love is the glue When it holds everything back
Tiles of remembrance of classes long past, replacing blankness painted handprints and colors and smiles spanning the length of the ceiling, forever reserved for the posterity of wandering eyes. How glorious the sunset! Our days unforgotten!