Best Cores Poems
Core or hubs…
Change the chains related our mental health.
Free our slaves of silks and all untied.
China ill reputes may take a bath to wash.
Baths as French are beauty ways.
French has right and left and gather wings may think and talk and take their French politic steps reset or set together some.
Share the same or something rotten tastes exclusive all are china tyrants both with china jesters.
Ways with frills will need decors as china leaders charm offense or nasty nice with soft despotic.
Moral hazards all are china politic games with jungle laws.
Global games are china evil ways as cores or hubs.
Hardly seen are global worlds with evil hazes.
China landscapes all have lunatic fringes with china conquerors. Tibet DALAI LAMA must be sad. China lunatic fringes may ride and sail.
Tibet DALAI LAMA leave and flee are political groups abused by China tyrants ordered armies that called china P.L.A.
Helms as china Maoism teams with terms and names by doing crazy silly things in mania ways that made.
Cores and hubs are ways of fierce beasts but human self asserted and self esteems as all from starts to en. Will fixations also minds so complexes just are china commie till the old to new.
Self for means and cover all and attempt so much that all are acting cores or hubs of china commies those is such.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
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When I was born
Somebody might have thought, ‘he is going to bring wealth’,
It was hard to look outside
Though some might have thought, ‘he is going to be a visionary’,
I cried, I was innocent and I was well-thought-of
Someone might have thought, ’he will be famed’.
I wondered, the world so crazy -
At first breath, why they are so dependent on me?
The poor baby in me stepped as a kid
ABCDE became easy.
One plus two equals to three
Later multiplications and divisions
Ruined my vital capacity.
I gave up with arithmetic and outraged against history
I wondered and grew, why the people lived with such difficulty!!!
Earth core, landmasses, oceans made me clear
But altitude and latitude made it heavier.
Left with literature, I made it going
Yet, recitation and dictation made it receding.
Primary came out of struggles
And later in high school came with more hurdles.
Erstwhile subjects totted by unwanted hindrances
Physics, Chemistry and Bio-Logy were additional weightages.
Accompanied by curricularism
Sports, paintings and crafts became to be favoritism.
Someone might have thought, ‘his mind is full of asceticism’.
Cried with science
And accountancy gave back my smile,
Calculator and company books
Were carried for rest of the time.
Someone might have thought then, ‘he will be a quaestor’.
I was wondering, ‘what will make my profile!!!’
Confusion and complexity aroused
And after my masters
Am I heading to be Manager?
I summed up my weaknesses
And was not left with any strengths
I switched on my bulb without filament
And I oohed myself
Did I end up as a writer then???
Cores para pintar
A vida e os negócios
Pinte sempre em cores fortes,
defina o ritmo com o seu coração forte,
ande a marcha com coragem,
com a determinação
que te permite criar
e celebrar a vida.
A vida e os negócios
Pinte sempre em cores fortes,
para honrar o seu ser,
liberar todos e cada luta,
ganhar força das tempestades da vida,
relaxar nos braços do espírito
Pedir o que sabes querer pedir!
A vida e os negócios
Pinte sempre em cores fortes,
e sua mente desperta,
sua alma brilha.
Pinte com cores fortes
Com o passar do tempo
Consegue dar os passos
tirar o melhor do caminho
mesmo se você faz o caminho mais longo.
"Blessed assurance glory divine ..."
Supine haze swiped tall grass wooing shadows,
as chimes of wren's feathers a float parade,
begs a trace with leaves sought resting barrows,
the fondness parting loft and low portrayed.
Nourishing willows stranding morning dews,
while lengthy lappings the murmured streaming,
courses the sourcing promises pact sinews,
of turned new leaves and blazed hues trails dreaming.
Quietude slights segmental furtherance,
edging up-ends the friendlies beckoning,
hail the awakened, embracing balance,
trice the brevity traipsed separating.
The listless stares a sheltered clemency,
keys to a kingdom freed their fervency.
The washed up of shores of the apple cores,
Magnetized child to her waist and cradle,
Teenage years amplify their fears,
he'll be washed up in a couple of years.
Eyes of angst, piled up beach banks,
Gators in the shallow & fear of gallows,
Pressing on the neck in a dream of sea-wrecks,
Popping of balloons near sinking Saloons.
Remember the day in which we'll run & play
Ignoring the truth of everything they'll say,
Hopping along to every child-hood song
& ignorance to a hot furnace's wrongs.
The floor being turning points of doors,
wood that follows ends up rotten hollow
The knife in the chest that proves so fatal,
the blowing of a child's delightful petals.