A whisper of the falling rains
Scripts a pattern etched on the panes;
The ocean's tidal ebb and flow
Carve a design that ever glow.
The gentle sway of summer grass,
As fleeting winds serenely pass,
Slices shapes with a silken art,
A tiny, intricate, true heart.
The stars above, in silent flight,
Are set in patterns of the night,
The constellations, old and grand,
A story told across the land.
The pulsing beat within our chest,
A steady pattern put to test,
The breath we draw, the air we share,
A silent promise in the air.
So let`s learn patterns from nature
To carve diverse shapes and structure;
In every moment, small or great,
We find our truth, we seal our fate.
Lies, words, truth —
three pillars of trust.
One used at the wrong time
can make the whole thing tremble.
So we invent a fourth pillar:
impeachment.
Not for law,
but for a heart
that trusted you with the structure.
But a building can’t stand on two pillars.
It only shakes —
harming the one who broke it
and the one still trying to hold it up.
The civil liberties Americans own issued by
Karen Bass will not deteriorate in contest
opposition nor regression of draw by
opponents in campaigned rhetoric to
be also heard at a time of poverty dwellings.
The blemish of labor is construction and labor.
A man's job, not that of the business community.
Gavin Newsom
Microphone hot
Second thought decision coordinating a posse,
gang, terrorist act. For profit illegitimate.
Aggravating mob mentality in civil disruption
Mr. Newsom
Sit, stay at your desk
Make it resolute
Air Force general office
General document call
Wing general
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization
Urban Structure Inspection
Fail
Instruction to add
The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.
Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve
General Assembly
Before
Reconvening
Treasury
Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox
In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights. Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion
Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue
To the tuned laws legal availability
Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error
The first creation was the cosmic egg
Hiranyagarbha, that’s shaped like our head
All souls caged within it, for freedom beg
Taking endless births, till they’re by love led
Polarities balanced, bliss enabled
Life’s lessons learnt, we are from this egg hatched
As divine light which cannot be labelled
We’re the twice born, our aura’s glow unmatched
God dwells in each life form, in the heart’s cave
When ego dies, we see Him in clear sight
But to reach Him, we must be pure and brave
Yearning to entwine, by day and by night
Yet this said, God remains unmanifest ~
Moment by moment, we are by Him blessed
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower.
Gem of the paintings, portraits and poetries.
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
To feel its beauty, replicas in many countries.
Stands tall to enhance the tourism power.
An amazing structure stands for centuries.
Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower.
- S. D. Tiwari
The Lake.....
lies… still,
a glistening sheet of tin foil,
shimmering in a cold-eyed wind.
At night
the lake still... lies… still;
a coffin with lid screwed light-tight.
On occasion, the moon trickles light,
lightly across the lake's pitch-black back;
the knack of making the coffin lid crack!
Today, I challenge myself
to touch-dive the lake’s chilling depths,
halfway down I halt, a dark vault,
weakens my errant confidence.
Despite puppet legs and handcuffed arms
I spin frantically to reach a detached surface,
bursting out like some skittish, Scottish salmon
only to be held between the two supremos;
illuminated sky and darksome water.
Tonight, the lake grips my bedroom window
and I watch as watery, inky tentacles
claw and talon at an unsettled shoreline.
Later, I wait for sleep to possess me,
sensing surrounding hills clinging closely
while rain falls like pellets of iron.
So I drift…listening to the lake
whispering dangerous, whispering treacherous secrets
until nature’s seesaw; night tilts into daylight.
Ian Souter
A poem where each line starts with care,
Crafting words with purpose, rare.
Revealing truths or hidden lore,
On every line, there's something more.
Stories told with letters bold,
Tangled thoughts in form unfold.
In every phrase, a secret's found,
Carefully woven, letter-bound.
A structure
Without a puncture
holding high emotions
Holding all of life’s notions
Good or bad
Happy or sad
It holds hope and motivation
In most difficult situations
To find the hope
Is entirely a different scope
To hold tight
Throughout your own personal journey and fight
Art brings creation
And imagination
It brings forward the calm
Instead of the emotional bomb
Hold me tight
Don’t let me take flight
Into my mind I go
Under all the emotional flow
Bring it back and contain it
Feels like you may want to quit
Look forward instead
As you look at your real journey ahead
Story Structure
Some writers leave a story at the climax,
like an adolescent male leaving the reader not totally satisfied.
Other writers never bring the reader the climax, of their story.
Good writers take the reader with them.
They start the story with an introduction to the body of characters.
Learning every nuance and curve of each, the writer brings them to life with every stroke of the pen. Gradually easing the reader into the main body of the story.
Building page, by page, and chapter, after chapter,
until the readers are unable to restrain themselves from turning the next page.
Slowly the reader becomes the main character.
Living every moment, feeling every pleasure, pain, and sorrow as slowly the reader reaches the climax. Then after the reader is spent, the writer eases the reader down slowly with the epilogue.
Ending the story with the reader in the afterglow of the tale.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
I think a lot of my name
but little of my signature
The letters left bleeding
as they die on the page
Endorsing a memory
in the hearts of my readers
The words free of structure
—immortality assuaged
(Dreamsleep: July 25, 2023)
"... and the lines all rhyme..."
137.4
is by Design.
"... how many days are in a week..."
Fourteen
Two... Sun days.
BUILDERS ARE WE
Build life around the word that comes from God.
If we choose to build on other terms—
Use self and others and things, to build—
We’re bound to glean an empty structure,
With small meaning, and no way left
For us to find the Master Builder.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
A wheel of revolution is set and rolled
The historian studies the track of the wheel
Its total journey and any incidental events
The philosopher studies the structure of the wheel
The political doctrine
The politician wants to lead the wheel
Power struggle
The voters want to control the wheel
Democracy
The scientist wants to speed up the wheel
If relevant, like the information revolution
Time wants to proceed the wheel
Axial revolution of the clock gear
The dying welcomes the wheel
The reincarnation of the wheel of life
The poor man says no words about it
And the poet just awaits
A little chance to review if any
Be that as it may
You are perfect in every way
I don't think that words can say
exactly what I'm trying to explain
just your presence eases my pain
And just your glow dries the rain
there's no man no stick nor stone
nothing on Earth quite as strong
In my eyes you do no wrong
So i think I know what I'm trying to say
and there's no need for words to explain
So be that as it may
you are perfect
In every way
Ps.
I hope this poem makes your day the way you do mine everyday
Love your son
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