Best Causative Poems
"This might be of no value to your instinct though,
Losing my presence might cause your flesh nothing,
Basically to the wisdom surrounding this lost age.
But speculatively would hurt the cleanest and sacred spirit willing to direct you.
I need you every hour in my arms.
Just for you to feel the touch of my hand in a convincing state.
The weakest part of your heart will I dwell,
And the fragile center of your mind would I lay myself.
Getting you saturated is the utmost concern of my divinity,
Where I come from shouldn't be the unfortunate causative of your doubt.
Light is what you need through to the darkest night,even after a transition to a new world of uncertainty.
I wish you had the key to the highest level of picturing me.
Don't call this point a fallacy.
I never put a dime on limiting you.
Even when you're naked in my room,
The best thing even to take place would be a journey back to where you came from.
I mean you coming out of my own image and residing with me.
Wherever you heading towards is never to be deemed by self-accumulated luck.
My grace is sufficient for you,
So I wish you could make the best decision out of my rhapsody.
For your greatest life guarantee is maximised indefinitely within my words.
I'm loving you forever and don't wish you do same on compulsion.
But be vigilante my precious sheep among my flocks,
So you don't fall from my tender heart...",
This is the voice of JEHOVAH!
©walkingshoes
****** TRUE FRIEND*****
Yes, indeed you are
You are my brother
Despite our blood and race difference
We met from no where
But it seems we getting some where
Even if it turns not to be a causality
Then our friendship type will be scanty
Hail to the causative if only there is one
For letting me find a true chum like you
I love you my peerless pal
Cuz yov've delivered me from the darkness of loneliness
And making me feel the benefit of togetherness
Not forgetting you saved me from the path of stupidity for opting solitude
But most of all, you are my true friend
I venerate you my dear friend
For the love you've showed me
And forever will I be chuffed to have you
Cuz with you I will unwary
My trust and loyalty will unswerve
Cuz you are nothing but a true friend
You are a quintessence of who a friend is
As you make my nadir become bliss
Because your presence create a mood of delirious
And a state of delirium
Forever will I remain in your debt
Am a stalwart because you made me
For you brought love like I've never known
You are my shelter from troubled winds
And my anchor in life's ocean
Depicting an assurance of safety
You are always strong when am tired and weak
As you always inspire and motivate me to greatness
And under your tutelage, I embrace success and prosperity
So my promise is to always recall your help and support
Above all, you are my true chum
#@cj2015#
You say your theology is descriptive and cohesive,
But I just need to give you my concise take;
What theology reminds me of, alludes to and objectifies,
And what cases and arguments it does make.
Consecration is for your uncertain realisations,
That you made from your parents beliefs,
And baptism as an indictment to wash each day,
Is outdated because it has no causative reliefs.
The incarnation was not metaphysical and divine,
All things occur within the life-cycle of mankind;
Transformation comes though other people’ interactions,
That love you and fortify you to be kind.
We will destroy evil with love, care and concern,
‘Cos people emanate human kindness given some resolve,
And Jesus descent into hell just describes his pain and gloom,
And is a linguistic flurry to depict the social scene to absolve.
But the doctrine of predestination is a sin in itself,
Balloons the ego, sharpens the knife lain into the many;
To be a member of the elect only fattens the stomach,
‘Cos peace is in just being one person in commonality.
The power of the spirit only causes mental illness,
And healing is from others, doctors and nurses;
Submitting to men as Christian women is wrong,
And submission to god forces you to treason belong.
The resurrection is inside you, if you want it to be,
Understanding Jesus is completely within your discretion;
Conversion should not be listed as an experience as such,
As our roots are personal, ones which nobody should touch.
Causative agent of disease
One of several variants to appease
Void of any discriminating abstractions
Interaction breeds human contagion
Distress inflamed in us by slow vaccination
Vaccine does diminish Covid effects
Antigen activity does reject
Chills that instill fear among us
Coughs that grip lungs, with expulsion dubious
Immunizations, please make haste
Never ending cautions are relentless
Ensuring man’s safety is quite precarious .
I found him lying on his bed,
hair tousled and with a sweet smile.
I realized that he was dead.
I knew this was no show of guile.
A lifeless shell fueled with faith
betrayed a muted mask of wraith.
Though none, I called Emergency.
They asked me blankly, “Are you sure?”
No breath, stiff limbs, lividity –
a terminal illness, no cure.
“I’m sure (as Hell!), yes positive!”,
assuming that, the causative.
All three came as well as ER,
coroner, sheriff, mortician.
One to play the body’s chauffer.
One to judge the man’s condition.
One to say there was no more breath.
One to announce the “formal” death.
A cold harshness to the moment,
finality so sure and straight.
No use to sit down and lament.
Too late to try to clear the slate.
It is what it is, as they say.
Nothing further to do but pray.
An homage of his joy and bliss;
his ardour for life and nature.
His pure love for God not remiss;
his place within Heaven secure.
A faith-based life and in the end
all he wanted was one true friend.
Finding Happiness
Far away there is way
Need to find things which can be affined
Hard tries never get lured
Failure are there god is a saviour
Honesty just needed to be modest
Patience is a wise thing just required essence
Positive thinking will make a causative.
Glory will come assuring the truth..
Pain, hurt, grief, emotional dissatisfaction
Tormenting in great detail my spirit being
Disappointments in distinct fashion
Immense heartache like never seen
Causative organism – a pretty disguised damsel
Deceptive thoughts made her look unique
Now her confessions piercing down my nostril
Deep regrets for entrusting my most cherished antique
Pieces of my heart scattered everywhere
Friends and loved ones showing colossal sympathy
Words of encouragement here and there
The ruthless “devil” displaying stinking apathy
Modest, true and faithful – one day I will find
So we can solemnize in holy matrimony
For now suicidal intent is running through my mind
I bear in my heart so much acrimony
One
The tilted day do ruminate so slowly on its fate.
How shall one dim time’s lasting set display towards mourning?
If filled is eye with circumstance whose show pours forth such splendor bourn; what
causative power shears the moon and stars so crisply?
This night, this bright and vibrant night of squalor?
What dream has been squandered on this day?
A time of 9, of 12 of 45?
All men huddle for warmth against such numbers – all dreams are answered at 10 o’clock on
a Sunday Night when you question still the division of the week; where upon fibers strewn
with cells of being, rub your feet to
Feel the static of a million souls replete – in wonder, in longing, in spirit flesh this
day, in all that needs to say – it falls from past decay – it hangs still in hallway – the
rain pelts it to a fro – upon entry all evil reigns supreme – then slowly, surely it
passes in the mist – the gist of circumstance, the measure of all must dance – must move
against the plane – all grain must have its day, to wail, to roil in the wind before
chance cuts it down.
One.
I Promise That I Try
An unremitting struggle that imprisons me within
Constantly trying to juggle between morality and sin
Change my perception and try to transform my ways
Head in a direction that will lead me to better days
I attempt with all my heart but it conflicts with all my passion
If given a chance to restart there is a great deal that wouldn't happen
I make a point to be positive but always seem to regress
Insecurities must be a causative that created all my stress
I can no longer find the words to say, but I must apologize
A relentless attempt to change my ways, I Promise That I Try
It seems that we’d not seen enough
Of young actress Hilary Duff.
What is the causative?
She’s body-positive;
I won’t be the one to rebuff!
People need something to believe-
Something to bleed-
Thoughts only thick as flesh-
Visions of the future must mesh-
With all want and will-
The pursuit of personal thrill-
Eliminate possibilities of grief-
Since this thing called time’s a thief-
I must try to be brief-
Within myself I feel the drive-
Externally I have lives to revive-
And where I rest my head in the end-
Is hopefully in the heart of each friend-
I’ll meet-
From every street-
I’ll pass-
On the road to destiny-
See the stars above feeling no terror-
Learned from a history of error-
I’ll serve up my creative juice-
There is no excuse-
Not to consume-
Around the room-
Social minds can join-
Ideas like flipping coins-
It sure is a rush-
But hush-
Forbidden is assembling in peace-
No inspirations exchanged apiece-
Could be positive-
Though potentially causative-
Goodwill for the earth-
Should be measure for each worth-
Maybe then all will move forward-
Rather than rely on being tortured.
Why won’t you look me in the eye?
Is it the tears I continue to cry?
The lack of spirit has me lost,
With all I wish being to accost,
I feel crumpled like yesterday’s trash,
As you press on with thoughts so rash,
Cannot fathom not opening the doors,
Instead I curl up and re-open the sores,
All my knowledge felt so warm and positive,
Though appreciation in the end was causative.
I've never written a triolet before
I thought I'd give it a go.
Some are beautiful, but a bit repetitious
for my liking, no offense anybody
At last a contest, I could win
This challenge seems quiet causative
And made me think, while I begin
At last, a contest I could win
And write this Opus, with a grin
Because I'm feeling positive
At last a contest I could win
This challenge seems quiet causative
JTCurtis June 2014
I’m going to take some excellent advice
Some poets whose negativity is depressing
[Actually, it’s not going to be such a sacrifice
Negativity, I have long been suppressing.]
Some poets whose negativity is depressing
Can find so little to be uplifting about
Negativity, I have long been suppressing
Why read them if they come on with a shout?
Can find so little to be uplifting about
They focus on all that’s unsavory and sad,
Why read them if they come on with a shout?
Frankly, not everything afoot is always bad!
They focus on all that’s unsavory and sad
Spending their time tearing down what’s good
Frankly, not everything afoot is always bad
True, not everything is going as it should.
Spending their time tearing down what’s good
I, on the other hand, choose to think positively
True, not everything is going as it should,
Some things are just natural and not causative.
I, on the other hand, choose to think positively
It is not going to be such a sacrifice --
Some things are just natural and not causative,
I’m going to take some excellent advice.
Written November 6, 2022
Not all mentors are positive
I’ve come to realize
In fact, mine is quite causative
Of things from which I agonize
He calls himself Pierre
And he hides inside my head
His words wrap around my thoughts - a snare
Tearing my esteem into shreds
If I’m not careful he’ll be:
Tap, tap, tapping on my consciousness
Rapping on my thoughts
Screaming his way into my everything
And he does.
As atrocious as he is
He has taught me many a thing
For he is me as I am his
We’re tied together with an unbreakable string
He has taught me to live with my insecurities and fears
As he exposes (and attacks) them in his rants
And I’ve learned over these years
That even I, with all my flaws, deserve a chance