Best Develope Poems
Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.
A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.
Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.
Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died
The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.
Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.
Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.
And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.
*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???
You both my sweet heart,
Always loved me apart,
Really you shine like a star,
Which always reminds me the smile of art,
Whenever I am leaving for a long depart.
You both my sweet heart,
Trained me really hard, to live smart,
Now I am feeling alone,
Just because your love left me apart,
I really regret, why I am at a long depart!
You both my sweet heart,
Why did you always scolded, always shouted,
I cried, I screamed and suddenly thought,
Soon the answer comes out,
You both just wanted me to develope and make that mistake get out!
You both my sweet heart,
You worked really hard,
Wherever I am there,
Wherever I am standing here,
Is just because you my love.
You my mom,
You my dad,
Who is the third one to be my sweet heart,
I love you! I miss you!
And really want to leave this long depart for you.
Crackling like lightning the scent of rainy sundays and sweaty youth enters my lungs like undesired medication
foot steps and introduction of generations and blood lines fills my head like crazy family stories
This time of night reminds me of you
I walked past the french bistro and absorbed young skins and loud jazz rumbling like a giants soulful baby
I watched day turn to night and rain drizzle upon this illuminated darkness of melodies and heart grabbing stares
Paranoia captured my follicles
and I swear that man on the train with poka dots and stripped hands
looks like you
I walked past the french bistro as my hair began to gather the memories of the year
and the world seemed to mirror my thoughts
this time of year reminds me of you
I remind me of you
I keep waiting for a newness to enter my heart
so Im not chained to my love for you
I forgot all our times together
because they remind me of wine dipped, swollen, broken hearts of mine
wanting to grow and develope more then ever I only revert back to ghosts of reality
The bone marrow inside of me was stolen by santa
and each joint of my body has gained such a heaviness
its hard to get up
from pillows of dusty broken skin cells
Shoulder whipped and ankles cold lonesome electricity
pipping in darkened roofs
hooved horses bellowing
below
me
whispers of cloud catching voices that aren’t you
and hands that roughen me
toughen me
lost to the shell of you
lost to the sparked foutainhead that spouts your
linguistic melodies in my head like torterous
hellish
key board clicking
ticking me away from existence
jumbled in condenced barren faces
desolate land erupt me
oh places places places
that feed me into monstreous children
forsaken
silly folly I forbid you to drink me dry
darken me so
leave me lonesome
take me holy
Thought I heard you whisper but it was only the mosquito sucking my rotting blood
This part of me reminds me of you
"The year 4-a-break, is it what you've dream," "is it a plan for
2014...(???) "The alsome plan to make it happen, are you that
type of person." *Or are you all-talk..no walk*
God's plan is for you to achieve your lone awaited aspiration, which
is for you to become a mentor for a lost soul in Christ, but you your-
self cann't seem to let ago of those friends that are just using you
for their selfish reason'(s) and why you...(only) you knows the
season is gone for the continuation & frustration...(??).."Am I"m
right about it.."
You need too develope a formula for sucess by first alluring your
mind with possitive thinking and assertiveness self-esteem...re
member..."this is 2014"
Anyone can say this or that about their own agenda but to truly be
part of a balance team of overcomer's one must first depart himself
negative minds that only enjoy to talk about drugs and doing some-
thing criminal and hoping to convince you to be a follower, and when
you show differently than there's a problem they start putting the quilt
game on you...(but) that's alright..cause you been around the block to not
know far to many times of real friendship and bad people's.
Let 2014 be Your...BreakThrough and Love will always accompblished what
is right for the richness of success and the spiritualzation of Knowing that
the Lord wants the best of me and You..!!
hot steamy cleansing
shower renew my whole strength
caressing drops touch
soapy sensual
moist steam warms my core until
wrinkles develope
impurity down
the dark drain hole into sludge
replenish the earth
Failure is an opportunity to try again
Luck teaches nothing and is no special friend
Failure teaches us to search from with in
Believing in luck is the worst kind of sin
For failure, Murphy's Law is a tool
Teaching perfection is a divine duty and rule
Failure teaches us to start from beginning
It's the small steps that start with our winning
Learn from those who failed before
Develope a strategy find ways to score
Allways rely on maps, tables and plans
They are the prophecy of failure in hand
Teach the importance that we pass test
Failure is the father of Perfection
Persistance, faith and wisdom teach the lessons
For every failure there is away to grow
For every great task, there's the right way to go
Intimacy,s not ours.
It has some wings.
Birds bees flowers.
Mans favorite things.
Its neither hers.
So were untaught.
With dry-dough crowns.
Cannot be bought.
Within the heart true love stirs.
We hope it lingers.
Cannot be boxed .
By camera's fingers.
Pictures develope.
Drawing near.
What's this!
The subjects disappear.
Her crown rings.
Justices joy.
His crown works .
Truth to deploy.
Love can whisper once again.
Our embrace.
Well then!
Form:
I can see the sun shine on
flowers
Can't stop asking myself what is
power?
Is it the sun?the foresight of the
future?
The ability to feel the beauty of
nature
The control over our fellow
creatures
The fear of the creator
The ability to undestand our
mentor
To develope and to draw life's
contour
Oh! To be a political actor
For all these,wisdom is the
Motto.
Alas,how can I see her
Wisdom I seek but can't find
bear
Knowledge they say if you listen
you'll hear
How much can I listen when
understanding I desire
Can I apply wisdom and get
power?
The source of power is the
creator of solar
A life without flowers is no life
at all
Wisdom a precious flower in
love I fell
The foresight and the future
only God foretells
The knowledge of the creator is
real power I tell.
Author-TIMIPRE BRIFINI
The hope is high,
The mind of our nation is in sight,
Words of few ignite,
Our vision is dimm with fright,
My people, My blood, My friends, and the ones I love know not to to hear,
What we know is what to fear,
My forefathers grew this garden,
My grandfathers fought for this nation,
My father help develope this land,
My generation has no plan,
I speak my words of concern,
My family wonders what to become,
Why not all sit and chat,
Let our land be free at last.
As I sat and watched this dvd
I became ashamed for all humanity
The Dolphins were corraled into a cove
Where they were were stripped of their very souls
My stomach churned as the water became red
Not by kool aid, but what the Dolphins bled
Slaughtered one by one
By the spears of men from the land of the rising sun
All the 20,000 cries from the pain of these mammals as they were butchered for food and
profit
The sense of compassion for other living things, have we lost it
Money for some who are sold to shows such as Sea World
The rest are used for school food, mercury poisoning for every Japanese boy and girl
The show is called The Cove, watch it and take a stand
Stop the Dolphin slaughters in Taji Japan
This takes place each September, once again 20,000 more Dolphins will die
Many Governments will develope a greased palm blind eye
" A picture captures a thousand words."
Looking through photographic memories of a time I don't recall. Wonder if these people and places even changed at all. History in polaroids develope before my eyes. Ancestors and places that seem so far away come rushing towards the present. I look at my photographs and wonder who will be holding them a hundred years from now, wondering of the stories that these pictures hold. Cherished are those days that the lens has captured. So magical the present that made these photo's be will soon be passed down and be part of our legacy. Looking through the lens of time we see where we started and where we will be.
Form:
I know many who travel
To find themselves
I know many who
Are on a journey
Of self discovery
They’ve travelled
This who globe
Met many different
People and cultures
Yet still feel there is
A hole in their being
That they can’t fill.
Truth is what they seek
It’s within themselves
But they are so focused
On the external aspects of life
They fail to have develope
An untrained understanding
Or a knowledge of inner self
And introspection
Without any judgement
But spending time
In self reflection and self love.
COMPLETELY INCOMPLETE; I WALK ASLEEP DREAMING YOUR EYES/
THROWING MY COMMON SENSE ASIDE; WISHING YOU'D NOTICE ME/
FOR A MOMENTS PLEASURE; I EMBRACE YOUR SCENT/
GATHERING EVERY CHANCE TO SEE YOU; BLOWING ME AWAY/
REPLAY SCENARIOS MADE FOR THAT ONE DAY/
YOU STAY ON MY MIND; HOLDING ANSWERES TO MY QUESTIONS/
I AWAIT YOUR VOICE; LIKE BIRDS AWAIT THE WINDS/
I'M IN THE DARKROOM; WHERE FEELINGS DEVELOPE/
PICTURING YOUR SMILE...
Form:
Destroyed by the Pressure... Pressured by the Dreams...
Left to Measure... Overflowing at the Seams...
Never knowing what's Right or Wrong...
Just knowing the Sorrow for to Long...
Where is the Life that you can Recognize? How long can you Live with the Lies?
We cannot Cry for yesterday... Our Tears just turn to Dust and Fly Away...
We used to Believe in every one's Impassioned Exstence...
Something's So Pure and Sincere... We let it develope...
Into Being Very Tense... Being in Jeopardy... Constant Fear...
Our Future's are So Undetermined... Our Agony is So Constant...
For our Angry... Deceitful Ways... Who cannot Blame us...
For Being Reluctant... For all of our Catastrophic Days...
We may only Wish you could Believe... That our Hearts are Always True
Form:
Why do men have nipples I wonder
Serving no purpose, their survival's a blunder
Becomes quite confusing
Coz each sex's developing
But they develope later in equal numbers