She wore perfume that smelled like a Sunday lie,
And lips like rusted knives—
A woman like that don’t settle,
She just wanders through men’s lives.
I gave her my keys and my winter coat,
She gave me a goodbye note,
Hidden within a half-full bottle And a half-finished murder quote.
She was last seen by me at a pawnshop, Trading wedding rings for smokes—
She said love is just a shell game,
And I was her last broke joke.
Now I sleep with the window open,
Just in case her ghost blows in—
She was jazz in a needle,
Additionally, I sinned too slowly. She taught me how to ruin myself
With a crooked smile and class— And how to cry like a thief in church
in a town that doesn't merit the distance. Now I date my loneliness proper,
And wear my shame like a suit—
But I still keep that damn perfume bottle,
And a postcard she never wrote.
With an unfamiliar phrase, she reassured me.
the fact that clouds are always passing,
Additionally, the burden we are currently bearing
No difference will be made as the night becomes glassy.
We sat there with our legs crossed on the old grass,
Using silence as a form of communication.
The world slowed down, the atmosphere was pleasant,
A little cool and a little sweet,
And I wondered if she might be correct.
It's possible that this is where the bad days begin.
The softer ones, where you only breathe,
And leave it alone, whatever it may be.
Walking down the street at night,
my dad would've been mad if he knew he had done it.
Done to me that I need to be scared of passers passing by.
Make up and looks might influence the look of drunk people but,
ahead you know,
I don't even choose make up dad.
I haven't chosen looks tight or free space on the stomach too.
Additionally it is cold.
My jacket even is going below my hips.
See when I tell you this,
I was just bringing some bottles back.
From the side I noticed someone standing near.
I didn't even talked dad but just stepped back and looked down the ground or any other Spot I don't remember.
When the man noticed he said thank you often times.
"No one has ever done it to me in my life."
Such a simple thing, letting someone go first then making them wait.
Haven't I learned something by it dad?
I also smiled slightly but kept it solide by not answering.
At the end when he looked away and went going again saying: "thank you"
I said quietly: "pleasure"
You know even at 14, I know.
A poem is just genuine, when you stay true to yourself.
Poems of different forms do exist:
Very sad ones or positive,..
You express and tell a moment, but additionally be your OWN created life capturing.
You don't need to follow any structures, rules or feel daubted when you notice or think your poem isn't good enough because it has not this or that;
then don't change it!
But add another one, write plenty and then you will learn.
The best you can do is learning from yourself.
If you are struggling by writing about something very uplifting, then go on, it's okay.
Everything either way has it's benefit in the end, even happy moments.
Even happy moments can have upcoming coincidences, advantages, disatvantages, perspectives, left with a gut feeling, seem selfish and untrue.
But remember: You can either tell the truth or a fairytale.
Just let them be raw.
Let your mind run (your ideas, what you think, but felt in the moment: there is no right or wrong), but don't listen to rules.
The serious part will follow by itself.
Florida prisoners should have their institutional work count toward Social Security benefits.
This policy would recognize their labor's value and provide a safety net upon release, aiding reintegration into society.
Most inmates engage in various forms of work, contributing to prison operations and gaining skills.
Excluding them from Social Security undermines their economic stability and increases the risk of recidivism.
Additionally, recognizing their work ensures fairness and aligns with broader labor rights.
Ultimately, counting institutional work toward Social Security would foster rehabilitation, reduce reoffending, and affirm the dignity of incarcerated individuals.
Gene editing offers revolutionary possibilities in medicine, agriculture, and beyond.
In healthcare, it could eradicate genetic diseases, enhance immunity against infections, and personalize treatments.
Agricultural benefits include improving crop resilience, yield, and nutritional value, potentially alleviating hunger and malnutrition.
Additionally, gene editing holds promise for environmental conservation by mitigating invasive species or enhancing the adaptability of endangered ones.
Overall, gene editing has the potential to transform human well-being, food security, and ecological sustainability.
On way to work you find a dog asleep,
And see the same scene on a return trip.
If that makes you wonder
Who lives life much sounder,
You live a dog’s life, no need to think deep.
If your dog has your bed taken over
And you’ve no option but to sleep on floor,
I suggest what to do,
If you have not a clue.
Turn three times before you sleep down, and snore!
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Limerick |03.08.2023| life, dog, humour
Poet’s note: The first limerick indicates that many a man live a dog’s life. The second, if your dog has usurped your bed, and now that you live a dog’s life, do as dogs do: Turn three times before you sleep on the floor. Additionally, snore and see if your dog is disturbed and vacates your bed. Good luck.
I learned from Speaker Shaikh sahib's lecture that the Quran contains the recorded Sunnah(practices)of all times.The essence of the Quranic verses conveys the Sunnah of Allah,the Sunnah of all Messengers and Prophets.
These aspects are briefly mentioned in the Quranic verses.Additionally,I discovered that the most beautiful events and Hadiths(sayings and their Actions)of all the Prophets and Messengers,including the events of the Day
of Judgment,are also briefly mentioned in the Quranic verses.The Quran truly manifests these Ahsanul Hadeeths(excellent most beautiful narratives for the Guidance of Mankind).International Islamic Propagation Centre Canada.IIPC.
Mom, I embrace the SunShine
Mom, I embrace the Rain
Mom, I alleviate the coarseness of the grind
Mom, I eliminate all pain
Mom, I welcome all rhythms that move me
Mom, I relax the most easily triggered part of my mind
Mom, I take in all the therapeutically medicinal sources that soothe me
Mom, I think of You in the Center of A Gentle Wind as The True Unwind
Mom, I completely get a hold of myself and correct my attitude
Mom, I close my eyes to start a relaxing Time Machine Journey
Mom, Every WonderFull Vision that I see (again) only further UpLifts My Gratitude
Mom, I Immediately Grow Up Even More, which does Additionally Assure Me
Mom, I EnJoy a Gold 'N' Nugit Ice Cream Bar on Mother's Day In Memory of You
Mom, There Is No Maternal Influence or Inspiration Above You
Mom, I wish I was a scientist that could create the The Perfect Recreation and Chemistry of You
Mom, if I could, and if I was able to, I would Hug You Till I Die....My Last Words Would Be 'I Love You'
She said, I will love you unconditionally.
Her boy friend said same to her additionally.
I can understand her; she is greatly guilt-filled,
Is he, pacifying her? Is his conscience grilled?
Relationships, here, are often, like, butterflies,
Flying; fluttering; yet, limited by the skies;
Flowers after flowers they try to pace around,
Within short pleasure circles their movements get drowned...!
Fast friends ran away when misfortune came to stay,
Times taught me: this is the world's existential way;
Do you have wealth? Do you have bills? Can you spend all?
Who, here on earth, cares for your deep psychic death-toll?
Jesus! I understood; there's none else here on earth,
To pour on you purest love from your very birth;
It's, hence, I hold his hands; with him I walk so long,
My power proves, he's unconditionally strong...!
05 November 2022
Always unfold to reform,
Constantly matter: fluctuate, fail, and change,
Holy mills and enduring foundries,
A release of epitomes is occurring.
I disclose that it is either you or I,
Or any known or unknown lady, gentleman, or state,
We are viewed as secure, wealthy, artistic,
However, roughly increase epitomes.
The garishness fades,
Oblation determines the disposition of a genius,
Additionally as the efforts of a myth, a saint, or a warrior,
To create his pinnacle.
Every morally exemplary existence,
The units rallied and fled the enduring force,
Its apex is general,
irrespective matter how large or small the total is.
The eternal yearning,
On the view of the worn crests,
newer, taller crests were constructed,
Field and chaos wage struggle,
The exemplar of the old cheer.
Written: June 24, 2022
Intriguing subject of which I've read.
Most NDEs come back without dread
of dying, some are eager to go;
some feel they know and are saying so.
Many describe a most brilliant light,
believe it is God's love shining bright.
They're embraced unconditionally;
despair erased additionally.
While in this state, they can fly with ease.
Disease, blindness, cripples are released.
Hate dissipates in the love that's shown--
a wonderful place to call their own.
Long-passed relatives wave at the gate;
want to join with them, but they must wait.
Sometimes they are allowed to decide.
Tho tempted, most return to this side.
Most people are now forever changed--
love is foremost, they must rearrange
their lives for caring till their last breath,
distribute love found at their near death.
May 2, 2022
for Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
by Chantelle Anne Cooke
© Francis Maugo
This weak flaw you see in
The length of my cheeks,
Just helps me to remember the
Traumatic adventure that came to pass for me,
The occurrence that left
just a single man standing,
The disaster that was
To be discussed for age.
This distortion you see on my left cheek,
Projects my brain back to the misery
Also, torment I went through,
The aggravation and wounds that
Could consume a huge chunk of time to mend,
It additionally portrays of how ardent
I was to bear every one of the hurts.
This wounds you witness
In my nauseating face,
Provided me with the new significance of life,
It advised me that we as it were
Live once; life's excessively short,
Subsequently valuing each
microsecond in one's life.
What are the world's current requisites?
Is preferable to intelligence than bellicosity.
We should stoop our heads like wind chimes,
Additionally, supplicate our Almighty God.
It doesn't matter if you approve it or not,
Ultimately, the answer is in your hands.
With a little blot, you cannot go wrong,
Regardless of what you might do.
Others will be exonerated and scrutinized,
It's almost as though they're finely rung.
Consider them as if they are pleased and jubilant,
When you stand together, you will be magnificent.
I'm aiming to lessen my rating and increase my love,
This action should be carefully examined.
Being exempt from the requirement to assign a score,
As a consequence, the path will be unambiguous.
Punters, first and foremost, notice your spirit,
In the long run, you might consume the right to see.
That every one of us will provide his fair share,
As a result, harmony will be defined by no rules.
2nd place contest winner
Written: March 24, 2022
Your Peace Message To The World Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
© Francis Maugo
I'm only two years of age yet regularly pitiful.
I need such a great amount to embrace my father.
He's shielding us from a long way off,
His life on the line consistently.
I watch my mother and see her cry.
I definitely know yet at the same time inquire as to why?
Her heart is harming, yet she attempts to grin,
Furthermore we hold each other for a brief period.
I'm as yet youthful, yet extremely savvy.
I have a great time yet understand
My warrior daddy is daring and solid.
Every day I grow somewhat more,
Furthermore I'm starting to seem as though you.
Mother generally says you love me,
Also Daddy, I love you as well.
Try not to believe that I am frantic at you.
My heart is loaded with dread.
In any case, Daddy, I pardon you;
I need to make that understood.
I know every day you think about me
What's more desire you could get back home.
Every day you additionally battle for me
With the goal that I am allowed to wander.
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