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L-iving in a world of vast
souls formed from
another voided world,
E-ntering thru portals
from their world to earth.
O-ozing spetacular smell
and wail when the chips
N-urtured from cradle to
entity with a new world
O-rganizes oneself for the
task ahead,passing thru
hurdles of life unabased
R-eaps the fruit of labor
with joy or heavy heart.
A-ge sets in,mission
accomplished or not will
dawn on the entity.
I-n retrospect,he thinks
about his childhood and
how life was to him.
L-iving in confidence or
shame,he bows his head
in victory or defeat.
O-nly the taste of time
will tell the durability of
V-oid of preference the
aim result bears the
foundation for his lineage.
E-njoyment or lack lies
with the works of the
man,for there is no food
for the slothful.
Y-oung ones,a stitch in
time saves nine,make
haste while the sun
O-iling your lamb always
like the ten virgins is the
key to success.
U-rging you to shun peer
pressure and focus on
the course marked out
for you by fate,so a
fulfilled life you shall live.
An acrostic for you
Days spent thinking of you
Always I can see you
Your presence I can feel
Dreams while awake
Reaching out for you
Each time you slip away
Abandoned I feel and lost
Many times I smell you
It clusters around me
Now settling , and the
Good memories flood in
Onwards alone I go
Free yet never free
You are part of me
Only hidden by the veil
Until it parts I wait for you
L ife without God
This has been on my
mind and heart for
awhile after having
Cuddling up close to teddy,
Happy smile on her face she sleeps
Is she remembering the circus with
Lions and tigers prancing about,
Dancing dogs, making her dream complete
W-here men and brave thrive
H-is dreams made him strive
I- have a dream he said and died
T-ill his race was enthroned high
E-ligible his color wasn’t but his dreams
H-ail the white house for it light beams
O-verjoyed is the world for Luther sings
U-nto us the dream is come though he love to see
S-ee he may not but i am fulfilled that he lived
E-xcellent i accord him et Lutheran et king
(And ode to Martin Luther King jnr)
Being on the roll bring them a thought of eloquence,
Exempting the fact things in the giant tournaments,
Inside of which lies the origin of originality and dexterity;
Nexus, so true of either being alive or dead
Gentle souls, to be, should stay on the track.
Bleak and gloomy is this recurring dream
Long and raven falls my ebony hair
And dark and inky is the surreal unlit sky
Can I find my way out of this murky gloom, and
Keep the mournful, forlorn ghosts away
September 1, 2013
Written for the contest, I love Five!, Andrea Dietrich
Blue and wide is the blanket we have spread absorbing the sun's heat,
Enamored as Romeo and Juliet we feel what they felt: an increasing heartbeat;
Anticipating soft touches, followed by ardent kisses until moonlight arrives...
Cuddled as they were, we ignore the glances of everyone taken by surprise.
Hushed words must remain whispers, if we are to satisfy our sensual needs.
Bottles filled with messages are brought in by rolling waves, is ours still unread?
Lovely seagulls gather on splashing rocks, watching a lonely lady who weeps,
Another heartbreak for someone who was happy in life, now completely sad;
Knowing the pain of betrayal, she will learn by error not to trust anyone again.
Enticed by desire, we must roll back onto that soft blanket and revive romance,
Totally unaware of our surroundings, we lose ourselves and become intense;
Beholding what others never do, we know that faithful lovers always win.
There's exceeding joy, an indefinite yearning to explore love in ways so new,
Neither the distant stars nor the close moon refuse to shine on a blanket for two;
Grand as ever is their presence, luminous and breath-taking is their gleam...
Onward they will slowly move, while we still embrace and continue to dream.
Stretching, far as my eyes can see in the night sky,
Thousands and thousands of spaceships float by.
Again and again this dream taunts me, with no cry.
I have no delusion; I know this is a dream so dry.
Rolling across, heavens as in motion picture mode.
Was this an omen or just my mind, or some code?
Alien spaceships, different shapes and preparations,
Yes they continually traveled in parade formations.
To the stars I look at in infatuation and dismay.
Our destiny unclear, no aliens exist they say.
The stars have always had amazement and intrigue.
Hear my plea and thoughts without any fatigue.
Each day, discovering other species, beyond our league,
Stars are just another ocean to be examined even more.
Traces of life have already been found on our measly tour.
Arrogance is just a disease to portray, we are alone for sure.
Reality is, the most nearest planets, we should not ignore.
Serve not to abandon our journey, it is humanities door.
Sleeping beneath the sky and free?
Even free from poverty?
Dreaming of a better tomorrow, one that brings equality and one that ends this sorrow,
Dreaming of a beautiful world with beautiful people,
Dreaming of beautiful places occupied by beautiful species and races,
Still I am only dreaming……..