Oft times when I’m found on life’s slippery slope.
Knowing things could be worse, I yet have hope.
Through prayer I’m gifted,
as my burden is lifted,
in prayer I thank God that I’m able to cope
Anxious to be my Huckle bearer
Of my last breath wishful ensnarer
Anxious for my ultimate demise
So to my earthly trappings burglarize
Dishonest wife stealing philanderer
We held a lady in our arms
She was the highest in the land
We felt her cloth against our cheek
Her closeness in our hand.
We held that lady in our arms
She was the silent of us all
We took her down the longest walk
Flanked by soldiers tall.
If we live to oldest years
And on, until our death
Never will we forget
We held our Queen, Elizabeth.
a bad news bearer
they committed much terror
wish was an error
has been a science
on rules and laws reliance
with much compliance
in circles have spun
COVID is over and done
thanks father and Son
what we understand
flag we love is always grand
flying over our land
The gold and green draping
Shines on thee amazing
As thou dance allegro
It reminds my era
Difference between us
Half generation thus
Yet it’s understanding
And the bond withstanding
Blessing to be blessed
With twin kids greenly dressed
Thus, one will bear my name
The other has thy fame
Golden being their mien
And an emerald green..!
To whom it may concern,
Wishing to more learn
About the bearer, our ex-student,
He was a Great Sympathizer of ‘The Imprudent’…
Worldly wise and to a fault bright,
He was to become a familiar sight
In nearby restaurants selling African Salad
And European marmalade;
For both, often parting with four British pounds
The former sometimes ordering in mounds…
Was seldom appearing in our school uniform,
For which we did his guardian inform;
His craving for muftis of a shouting colour,
Besides the unusually paler…
Continually would laugh at his notebooks
And, not once, fleeing from his textbooks
All their pages dying to be opened
But in return childishly roughened…
Till date, not conquered by a fresh-smelling cane;
Rather only once cried to cowhide’s pain…
Just the Mount Everest he hopes to ascend some day
And from it's peak pick what would him well pay
We’ve, you can see, ENJOYED Billy Burn
And now it is your more fortunate turn!
I serve with my heart, all
Your mountain must not fall
We meet servant and master
To run forward the faster
Your goal clearly defined
Mine too more refined
Leader and follower united now
To testify of forgiveness, the how
Why this unlikely pair?
Cause of a God just and fair
I serve before kings
Who drink of your wisdom things
I was a vessel empty, then
Now filled with your ken
They drink it in very slowly
The cupbearer thought he was most lowly
Constantly living with a heavy heart
Travelling helplessly on earth’s lonely and weary path
With the memory of my past tearing me apart
Each morning I wish my world could restart
And with each night the fear of tomorrow tempts my heart to depart
This is just beyond me I say as my life seems to fall apart
In my struggle to head start
I played like others but not so smart
I experienced betrayal instead of trust
Thought I had a friend to lean on not knowing he was a dart
But then I met a friend before it all fall apart
The Saviour with a loving heart
Who gave my life a meaning and restart
He took my burden and set me apart
Yes! He is Jesus.
Bewildered by the unknown blind man
Whispering in the presence of the deaf and dump
There is something fishy and evil about you
Fear of animosity is the flag of the evil bearer
I am a light-bearer;
opening doors
so that together
we may seek--
Of course, there
are no answers,
just questions...
leading to questions;
for we are a species
of seekers, divinely
clothed in the solver's
garments...
solutions not found
on the path, but in
the maker of paths;
not found in the
mind, but in a
maze of minds,
in the tender
of walls, the
pruner of our foot-
steps, keeping asps
from our heals
and scorpions from
our toes. The only
real, is the sense
of being, but in
the spirit-illusion:
the wise knowing
there is no life,
no consciousness
that excludes the
intangible of faith;
looking from the
outside in, I can
be certain only
that I think
I think—no more.
I once had a light, so bright And yet so splendid, that Darkness abhor and hated The light. for it exceed Human strength and the will The will to survive . so the Day came when darkness became Restless, and decide to Devour the light. as darkness began to Pound upon the light, the light begin To diminish. as darkness was About to bring the bearer To its knees. The bearer Soon became aware of the Greatness he has within so He arouse from the ground,And dispelled the darkness From his presence. regaining All he had lost and most of All hope.
the cynosure of the crystal night sky,
convergent to your unrivaled beauty
from far on the ground
the beauty I cannot count
I to me- a fresh skeleton of hackneyed ashes
barren field of all love,
grey yard of the cut grains straw
the bitterness of Amarone wine,
sprite of poetry and phantom of prose
see I all yours but in lures,
still seeing I'm,
crying life all to infinity,
decaying with infliction pithy,
you and my love are eternal,
perpetual all fraction in point of gaiety.
warm of heart feeling dazzling the shrine of love,
beneath your caring tears my imperishable entity,
I am seeking you,
horizon after horizon,
my love tours consciously to finding you not as alien,
calls in all of you and your caring
in the pinnacle of desire,
I sow my loving seed,
here every green leaf for you,
every root which you do not see,
where I pour my love philter,
every sough touches your fairness love with the belonging of one,
here every leaf oscillates as a sign of your greetings,
I see all my love into my sphere,
I find my soothe in you, inside me you the soothe bearer
- Sunday, July 14, 2019 Chattogram
Marianne (Bearer of Tricolour)
Marianne; the Goddess of Liberty and bearer of Tricolour,
Triumphant French Republic revolutionary figure,
Evokes solidarity with breasts exposed and barefooted;
Wearing a Phrygian cap and armed with a bayonetted musket.
Personifier of liberty and reason for the French citizen,
Symbolizing wife, mother, and emancipated feminist.
From atop dead Parisians she leads victory’s charge;
« En avant les citoyens, la guerre n'est pas finie:
Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité; la démocratie prévaudra ! »
("Onward citizens, the war is not over:
Liberty, Equality, Fraternity; democracy will prevail!")
“Sing! Let ‘La Marseillaise’ reverberate throughout France!”
Le 14 juillet, la Fête Nationale (Bastille Day, the 14th of July);
« Vive le libre France! » ("Long live free France!")
She was a light-bearer
never maleficent
rather magnificent
She was a nurturer
extremely caring,
readily sharing
She was a listener
patiently waiting
eagerly learning
She was the family’s truth giver,
quite pure of heart,
gave all a fresh start
She was empathetic and kind.
Compassionate and sincere,
and her motives always clear
She wanted the world to thrive
She always did her part
by following her heart.
Written 12-28-2018 Contest: As Easy as A B B
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Unorthodox, this water- bearer rules,
an Aquarian god moody yet calm in the
face of persistent winds…his pail of wine
gushing on mouths of February streams,
like an outpour into first night’s cycle
of unpredictable moves, reigning like
a prince-in-waiting, this heir
from brazen garnet stars:
Oh, his vision is light years ahead of time;
breaking from clasps of tradition,
his maverick streaks defy life's norms
and while he dives into a crest of independence,
fool he is for needing warmth and affection.
Yet,a blend of hermit's pride and gentleness
dares the element of air to brew a storm,
then romances the lusty sea of love in a flash...
pray tell, how can one define a mystery?
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Brian Strand's Contest No 214
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