The sun unfolds, precisely peeking through
the light of stars, dominating ink-spilled nights.
Its rays graze softly on blooming wounds
as sirens set off warnings of incoming dunes.
O vulnerable soul! I pray you stay quiet,
hold dearly onto the kaleidoscopic life
slowly flowing out of your diluted sight.
O transient time! I pray you stay still for a while,
and let the sediments settle—
as the river carries away what's old and vile.
There will be another dawn.
When the sun unfolds again,
its light grazes softly on wounds withered with time.
As sirens hail warnings of unknown threats,
O powerful mind! I pray (and know) you'll never fret.
I don't care much
I was born to be someone
Who can hold it by my own legs
Life is never equal to anyone
But we have the same mind
With the same two hands
And determination to succeed
I consider trials as gasoline
For me to drive through miles
To where I want my life to be
Independence is carefree revolution
For me things can be achieve
For in the face of adversity
I alone charge life to victory.
I am miserably in love with life
despite the tragedy it seems
I can't be bitter or be broken
Even through my tears I still hold on to my dreams
All I have is who I am
Pain took my pride, and shoved my heart down my throat
But this is me, this is mine
Nothing can break my soul
I wake up every day knowing the war is far from over despite the battles that I've won
I won't cower , I won't crawl
I'll smile in the face of the morning sun
Thankful for the new day
From my heart
There is a peace, a joy
That comes from believing
He is always with me,
He silences the worries,
Fills me up with hope and courage,
Inspires me to give away
All the love that He stimulates
With the grace that He provides
Grace that is so much - alive,
Like the dazzling stars at night
Like the sun who shines so bright
Like the wonder of a butterfly
Grace like this is beyond description
It is powerful, bringing the soul conviction
Through the spirit, sending sweet
Feelings of love that kisses away the tear
Flowing from the memory, the fear
That seems like it can inhibit every beauty,
Dissuade the music, the dance, the love
That abides inside the heart…
Who knows He is alive – He has survived
The skeptic, the cynic, the pessimist…
All the doubters who bring with them –
Despair, disillusion and discouragement
He is ALIVE – a all-consuming fire,
Stirring up the soul to delight
In all the beauty He has inspired
The miracles, the wonder, the peace
That flows down from the throne
Where His love can defeat any adversary!
Here lies Abercrombie Wellington Jones
Under the flowers are all of his bones
Young people like to deface his gravestone
Due to all the slaves Jones used to own
What an adversary!
All threats thinking necessary,
Even involving an emissary
And claiming knowledge of Sorcery!
In front of my peaceful door,
Ranting and later swore
To with me wipe the floor
And after hurt me the more,
For sweat to break out from every pore
And I feel ill-will to the core …
In front of my receiving door
Quoting pains no man ever bore
That could through a heart bore
And if they failed, at same gnaw:
Pains that peace of mind tore
Threats of a morning raining till Four.
He sits and scratches
With endless scratching
They cover him in patches
Hope they aren’t catching
He struggles with them
Longing to destroy their eggs
They darken and condemn
Creeping and crawling with long legs
He dreads this affliction
Which comes to him often
Yearning for their eviction
His heart would surely soften
He is the dog of my dreams
Yet he begs and he pleads
For relief from the regimes
Fleas he sometimes feeds
He is weakened by their angry pursuit
They chase him round and round
The struggle is so very acute
Until a cure is finally found
He is the best friend I’ve ever had
When the dreaded fleas leave
There is such joy – he’s so glad
For these insects, he will not grieve
If you happen upon my sweet dog
Scratch his ear and let him know
His heart won’t be in such a fog
Without this angry, dreaded foe
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January 15, 2022
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A-dversary's
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M-ankind
A-pplying
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O-utbreak
Topic: Birthday of May L. Gumaro (May 30)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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A-dversary
Topic: Birthday of Ruth R. Juanola (April 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Cold creeps
from swift whirlwinds
left me quivering with chattered teeth
and drenching with sweat.
Trumpeting;
foreshadow of war.
There I was
aghast on the battlefield
accoutered with no armor or shield
and no cavalrymen to deploy;
ashen with fear.
Venomous arrowheads
seared me with scars
as a sword ravaged my heart.
I yielded in anguish
at the acme of predicament,
kneeling forth my adversary.
My soul roared with rage
as it set ablaze in the cage.
Scorched by the flames;
fire streamed through my veins,
unveiling my chaste
and awakening the spirit within.
With the might of a warrior
I perished my nemesis,
alias; the demons in the mind.
Dawn abrupt in the azure sky;
denoting the apogee of valor.
Might Marry My Adversary
Suppose a certain person I should marry,
Who had turned out being my adversary,
After we proposed,
Each other opposed,
And the two of us were different and very.
Didn't realize that a husband marries a
husband and a wife can marry a wife.,
With Pete Buttigieg and Rachael Maddow
I am learning a lot.
Jim Horn
Little miss muffet sat on her tuffet
Alone with no one to play
Along came a spider that hid just behind her
Keeping well clear of the fray
Little jack horner who lived round the corner
Heard an ear piercing cry
With jack and gill his friends up the hill
They raced to find out just why
Jack fell down and broke his crown
As he collided with little bo peep
With the boy down the lane cant remember his name
They were out looking for sheep
UP jack got no time to stop
As they all ran as fast as they could caper
Little boy blue from number two
Turned up just two minutes later
They ran in the house and all saw the mouse
As it ran straight under the clock
Little miss muffet stood on her tuffet
Both hands held tight on her frock
They giggled with glee at the sight they could see
So they all decided to stay
Little miss muffet thought nothing of it
At last with friends she could play
The most cunning adversary,
we face every day,
in our spiritual battle,
is the person,
we see,
in the,
mirror....
People tend to give out their best to others,
to show importance and willingness to be a friend,
But in ignorance, while trying to be a part of them,
is it what they really want you to offer them...?
You care, you choose to love them,
you choose to fit yourself to them,
but, the truth is they don’t want you in their life...
The adversary of being a friend,
is presuming of having a mutual feeling with them…
Mutual feelings that end up in dismayed,
where you are the only one who thinks the same
When you choose to be the best person you could be to them,
where they don’t care and just neglect you in the end…
The best way is to weigh and ask… don’t assume that you’re their friend….
Reality came crashing into my dream
You were my fairytale, and my happily ever after
You were the prince that I always dreamed of
It's okay because I will forever have the dream
However, reality is always lurking behind
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