Best 16Th Poems
The origins of young love is going way back to the early 16th century and it'll stop at
the 1930s, even the Great Depression. This type of young love had been around since the
16th century in England and after the first radio was invented. It seems that when two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman) met
while they were in middle school and/or high school, it was love at first sight. And when
two people met before, during, and after the 1700s until the 1930s, it was a life-changing
moment for the then teen lovebirds. All young relationships were way before these people
were born, even me. Everybody knows what their lives were like when they were teenagers
and before they had passed on. Not only is young love an amazing thing, but what all of us
will have learned about serious relationships among all of the then-teenagers back in the
1700s, the 1800, the 1900s, and the 1930s is that they didn't take each other for granted
and stuff. But back in the day, when these people were teenagers, there were no movie
theaters, no malls, or any of that stuff. It looks like that even if they had gone to see
the full moon at night or a functioning or whatever, at least they had a great time. But
now that they're not teenagers anymore, then they'll have to tell their grandchildren,
their great-grandchildren, and their great-great-grandchildren about the day they met and
fell in love. And with that being said, young love is about to bring all would-be couples
together in the future.
Still winter season today
We don't tolerate cold, take today
Hard more than warm sunny has too be
We didn't bore still today
We shall hoist the flag in public.
Literature has escaped from the gust
Literature of the new agreement, both floor
All language culture show.
Legs then gave out the grass we bend
A small drop of dew from water to revived,
Today our hope has an open heaven
Where the narrow range won't expect.
O greet persons
O bore can't ambassadors
O heroes
O martyrs
Today we are the only flight leg to bend grass
From Grass bend water sprinkle peace to you today.
You people's soul has been happy
You people's learned philosophy
Ever lasting for live.
Bodo goes live
Bodo culture live
Bodo literature be open
Win would be the mother of the bodos.
October 16th
We lost one of the best people
I ever saw.
My beautiful, sweet, dear
Mother-In-Law.
She loved her children
She introduced them to God.
Constantly smiling
Even though her life was so hard.
"Blood Of Jesus"
Was her favorite thing to say.
She probably said it
100 times a day.
She loved The Lord
She was spiritually touched.
He loved her too
That's why he blessed her so much.
God gave her the Cadillac
That she coveted so.
She shared her blessings with everyone
She never said no.
She gave & gave
Even to people who did her wrong.
Revenge was not in her nature
Because her faith was so strong.
She loved to talk
She always had something to say.
She kept in real with all
Man that woman didn't play.
She was the rock of her family
Her strength kept me in awe.
She was her family's monarch
She was perfect, no flaws.
She was my "California Mommy"
It's so hard being without her.
There's not an hour, minute or second
That I don't think about her.
I know she's in Heaven
Turning Heaven out.
The Lord is happy she's there
I believe that, no doubt.
I look up for her
I hope she's looking down on me.
I want her to know what her loss
Has done to her family.
Her daughter who used to
Always have a smile on her face
Now has sadness in her eyes
& her smile's been replaced
With a slight little frown
Because she misses her Mom
I don't think she gotten over the fact
That her Mother is gone.
We all grieve
In our own little way.
I thought it would get easier
With each passing day.
It hasn't for her daughter
She watched her Mom's health deteriorate.
But her Mom fought to the end
Because her will was so great.
I miss her so much
But I know she's in a better place.
The mark she left in our lives
Could never be erased.
October 16th is a day
That'll stay on my mind.
That's the day
My Mother-In-Law went to Heaven
& left us behind.
I know she's watching over us
I know this for a fact.
There's nothing in the world
I wouldn't do to have her back.
*****
I Love You Mother-In-Law
2/3/1956-10/16/2014
On this night....
Screaming and yelling is all I can hear
I want to get up, But fear reappears
I swiftly close my eyes But can't fall asleep
I hear a series of shots, From across the street
Once again, It's just like before
I rise to my feet , Then drop to the floor
Shaky legs, And Watery eyes
Praying prayers, I just want to survive
Bloodstained spots,Yellow tape surrounding
Broken fragments of glass,Who's underneath
The blanket of death
One cough, One whisper,One last little breath
Family and friends so violently wept
Rants of revenge, Are bellowing near
Frightened eyes, shed clouds of tears
Into the night I slip away
But not so quiet return at day
I blankly stare upon the walls
My breath escapes into a fog
A not so quiet day like this
I feel as if I don't exist
It's kind of late into the game,
But life goes on, Its all the same
A drink or drug could never heal,
What's happening is still so real,
You can't imagine how this feels
A broken heart, A wounded soul
Swollen lips, Dead body cold
A second, A day , A breaths taken away
A minute, An hour, A loss of human power
Every month and every week
So many more lives are taken quickly
Is time running out, Are eyes going blind?
Are ears going deaf? Will there be anything left?
My heart's in remission to end it right here
My body's positioned to stand up to fear
Existence is determined, The struggle against defeat
The time is coming up so fast, Into the night I weep
From the moment we arrived,Terror increased
Now is the time for us to pack up and leave
A hard look at our life, Has made us sober
We have no choice but to start over
My family and I lived through nightmare after
nightmare in our old apartments for 3 years
and just 2 years ago, we moved. Thank God
he made a way out for us to escape safely.
The state of our world makes us grieve
wherever you look out, all are so sad
sometimes one thinks its never been this
but in the 1500s then it was just as bad
People living back then felt it too
being in such a disturbed state
they were so troubled in their mind
even then wondered why so much hate
God is rejected all over the world
especially here in the worldly west
being openly despised and rejected
His believers continually put to the test
The devil is at the heart of it all
planning and scheming evil's wickedness
his way reveals plotting to be anti-christ
seeking out those full of idleness
John Calvin lived in the 1500s
seeing and knowing such a troubled time
a stalwart for God's eternal truths
take heart from his godly principled rhyme
(Quote:
"When we see the world in such a disturbed state, our minds are deeply troubled by the fact that there are many who openly despise God, and who seems to have plotted with the devil to indulge in every kind of evil".)
John Calvin (1509-1564)
Take not for granted mercies near and dear
nor cede to a careless pride, but rather
incline yourself to elemental care
and honour true your mother and father.
All I ask from the sinews of my heart
is not live a fool and think yourself wise,
and that our two swords never smite apart
or we laud ourselves too far in God’s eyes.
Fear not this life, this world, this mortal end
for both its burdens and rewards are great -
follow its road wherever it may wend
and I hence from shall on your return wait.
With all I am I’ll love the son you are
no matter how old, how close, or how far.
Written: March 2016
August 16
I’ll never forget that special Monday,
When a message from you came my way,
It started off just the same,
Until I saw it wasn’t a game.
I gave you my heart,
Right from the start,
Don’t get me wrong I was thrilled,
This love was something I helped build.
Then I knew something was wrong,
Something was there that didn’t belong,
Then came the words “I can’t have you,”
But I knew right then it wasn’t true.
Soon enough you will see,
You will always have me.
NRIs (Non-reading incorrigibles) always start their public school careers not in August or September, but rather on November 16th, because November 15th is the day all schools get paid in full for the entire school year for each student who is enrolled that school whether they attend that school one more day or not. Thus, charter schools, which can kick them out, almost always kick them out on that day when they have reached a certain age - usually ten, and the school has reached a certain intolerance for them. I am sure they have the paperwork all ready to go the evening of November 14th.
One year we got six NRIs from the same charter school, in the same grade level, and five of their parents told us we should not put them in a class with each other. This was a bit of a problem as they were in fifth grade, and we only have two fifth grade classes. Unlike charter schools, public schools have to take everyone. I imagine you already knew that.
These NRIs might not have become NRIs if they had attended an accredited public school with standards and guidelines in the first place, but unfortunately, they did not. Worse, some of their parents were not aware that the reason they were NRIs, causing the problems they were causing was due to their abject frustration that they have not learned to read or write or do math or anything remotely school-like. If you are a child, stirring up trouble is a fantastic way to get out of class, so the students who can do things like math do not figure out that you cannot do them. I know this, being an experienced math-despiser, who always tried to get kicked out of math class.
Keep sending us your NRIs on November 16th, you charter schools, but I think it is a travesty, and I do not see how you sleep at night. Maybe paying schools a yearly allotment for each student on November 15th needs to be changed somehow? Paying schools their student allotments monthly instead of yearly on November 15th might eliminate this problem.
Morning stubles off in near slumber
as Afternoon finally comes over.
I am still sleepy.
My heart beats quickly
as I lose my balance halfway
down the stairs, catch myself
on the wooden rail,
and continue down to the couch.
Charlie Mingus is on with
Better Git it in Your Soul.
The room smells of dead tobacco
from smoking periodically throughout the night.
I tossed, turned, struggled
to keep my eyes shut.
It did not help,
but it makes insomnia more bearable.
I light one more, walk to the window.
I watch the February 16th snow
as it drizzles, gusts,
then drizzles as the wind dies down.
The snowflakes begin to swarm
in a mad flurry
as they scurry
to join their brothers atop marble heaps
on the ground.
The wind seems puzzled.
The snow close to the window
hurls to the earth going
diagonally to the left,
and further, to the right.
I think of all the others
who approach the same sight
at the same time.
That's all we truly need in life,
an occasional moment
of clarity, serenity
to keep us from the madhouses.
Amen.
Today marks a milestone
Highlighting life's style shown
A classy, sophistication few women have ever known
An aura shining brightly that is all her own
No longer a child, into a woman she has grown
All the beauty, grace, & intelligence she has shown
Prepares her for the day she must stand on her own
Does she realize she will never face this world alone?
A mother's love is a strength that is written in stone
Forever, will a mother's bond remain a skipping stone
Guiding her daughter as she journeys into a world unknown
An elegant lady transcends from the childhood she has outgrown
Like a mighty Queen sitting atop her ornate throne
Anywhere is everywhere, captivating all places through which she has blown
An Angel, she rises above the challenges out of which she has flown
On a pedestal she will forever emanate radiance outshone
Destynee, an alluring beauty the world has never known
A clever painting,full of wit
On his mantle piece did sit,
No genre do they now fit-
Filling this canvas with tomes & books
A librarian,with abstract looks
The Librarian by Arcimboldo
http://www.abcgallery.com/A/arcimboldo/arcimboldo9.html
Today is Friday
Weekly congregation day
For Mohammedan
But masjid is closed
Big lock hanging on it's door
No devotee there's
Staying home safe now,
Unity of devotee
Dangerous for all
God not only there's
'God is everywhere' again
The virus teaches
God can hear all true prayer
If praying surrenders all
God, doctors, scientists
Not for specific creeds, caste
The virus teaches
God won't be with us
If discrimination rules
Our belief and life
Covid-nineteen teaches it
To save our beautiful world
10.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
These times way back in 16th century
when at the reformation’s heart
God’s hand was showing itself so real
the power of the Lord evident in no small part
There in Geneva capital of the Swiss
living there on French borders east side
the church of God had great influence
in politics, education, morally crossing the tide
Great opportunities in hearing true preaching
men of God like Calvin, Zwingli and Farel
such a blessing received from God above
this hit my heart like a pierced arrow
There it was marvellous to see such change
within the corridors of power so great
law’s brought in for good of the people
the divine will purposed fulfilled senate
Such a feast of real spirituality
to dwell there among it all
this indeed heaven upon earth
made one feel like apostle Paul!
Today marks a milestone
Highlighting life's style shown
A classy, sophistication few women have ever known
An aura shining brightly that is all her own
No longer a child, into a woman she has grown
All the beauty, grace, & intelligence she has shown
Prepares her for the day she must stand on her own
Does she realize she will never face this world alone?
A mother's love is a strength that is written in stone
Forever, will a mother's bond remain a skipping stone
Guiding her daughter as she journeys into a world unknown
An elegant lady transcends from the childhood she has outgrown
Like a mighty Queen sitting atop her ornate throne
Anywhere is everywhere, captivating all places through which she has blown
An Angel, she rises above the challenges out of which she has flown
On a pedestal she will forever emanate radiance outshone
Destynee, an alluring beauty the world has never known
mr and mrs merlin meow the sixteenth were on the brink
of letting Kansas City High Society know what they think.
the star put their photo on the front page with a link.
each of them dressed to the nines, holding their favorite drink.
those two do not think that their prissy litter boxes stink!
sniffed their gardener, a put-upon python wearing bright pink.
look at her, she’s such a back-stabber, a gossip, a fink!
yelled his wife Priscilla, with a sassy sashay and a slippery slink.