Best Forming Poems
Will you form with me at the centre.? Any colonials
Good and true..'Will you stand? To confront tyranny?
Here there is a place for you.! all you will need is courage..
And the will to see it through..Will you stand and form
The centre? as they think we still can't do.? Have you seen
Their ramparts cracking? as Hoody drops truth bombs true!
As Jhonny rose to the challenge.' As Riccardo stepped
Up too.' As the cabal is shocked and shaken still i'm
Calling out to you.' As we are waking in the millions! There
Is will and there is right, will you support your neighbour?
Will you; stand up and fight? Will the A D F stand with us.?
Its your people who were hurt, your own fathers mothers
Brothers, they treat your sisters just like dirt.' They built
The concentration camps, and coerced our Aboriginal people
Too.' caring not for any human life, but lied through; their teeth
Right.. through.!
“The Monk Windows, Ravens, Angels and Embryos Forming”
Dawn arrives
in the black and white
misunderstood in the abstract
you can see the
embryos of thought forming
always inside us
the children
white angel wings
cover sleeping pages
where raven wings
spread like evensong
in storm clouds cutting
through the dissolving glass
lighter things
are never as they appear
like windows forming
where black monks stand
commanding their understanding
and the ghosts of the future
call the fallen years back in
holding court
staring back with their
vacant hollow faces
waiting for some repetitive
tiring confession from
the yawning windows
before their irreverent blessing
you listen for the sound
that follows the lightening
but all you hear is
the loud beating
of your heart
falling through
the soul’s hourglass
it’s over-percolated dripping
lighter things
are never as they appear
like windows forming
where black monks stand
commanding their understanding
Dawn arrives
in the black and white
misunderstood in the abstract
you can see the
embryos of thought forming
always inside us
the children
the message
sealed for breaking
through the glass house
and its never-ending ceilings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm
“Window” / HVOB
https://youtu.be/rDNGrBY512w
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
I noticed, once I closed my deal
That no matter what I chose to feel
Everything is so purple and blue teal, ever since I cried out my fears craving to succeed
I've been swiping for hours but not a single face makes me desire
I go out and kick some street, saw some beautiful angels on a streak
Even though I left out my soul, like the heart that you threw on that narrow road
I've been on that vibe and ain't did nothing wrong here
My momma reached out to me and said look what God gave
Gave the years, the eyes and some golden wings
To cross the sky in a silver lining, riding on my thoughts when you were defining what my year was about in a summary
Not constantly but rather instantly became luxury, with some riches in my body and in my back
I'd rather buy me some new feelings, explore more at night, maybe some parks
But at the end, that Asian girl didn't have the spark
Maybe it was the blonde one that keep seeing from a far
A life of drugs; he laughs, he shrugs
Found this world to be "non-addictive"
Hopelessly dependent; oh, can I end it?
Hurt so deeply, now I'm vindictive
Construct the thickest, strongest shell
Impenetrable fortress; unstoppable blockade
Barb-wire, a moat- ten million guards!
They come, they go; they glow, then fade...
Full grain cow hide kilt...
Plastic canoes tend to tilt
Frozen daisies wilt
July 3 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 26
Key Verse – Proverbs 26:10 The great God that formed all things both rewardeth the fool, and rewardeth transgressors.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR FORMING ME
Thank You for forming me from sinfulness’ destruction
According to Your compassion
Toward deeds of sanctification…
Indeed securing my life by Your loving action.
Thank You for forming me from foolishness’ uselessness
According to Your holiness
Toward ways of righteousness…
Indeed saving my soul by Your graciousness.
Thank You for forming me from worldliness’ vanity
According to Your authority
Toward values of eternity…
Indeed converting my heart by Your pity.
Thank You for forming me from selfishness’ demand
According to Your Scriptures’ command
Toward sacrifices ways of service-errand…
Indeed transforming my attitude by Your molding hand.
Thank You for forming me from haughtiness’ curses
According to Your meekness’ forces
Toward gratitude of worship-praises…
Indeed breaking my will by Your braces.
Thank You for forming me from filthiness’ hazard
According to Your perfection’s standard
Toward cleanliness of testimony-card…
Indeed protecting my spirituality by Your safeguard.
Thank You for forming me from wickedness’ misery
According to Your Gospel story
Toward jubilation of glory…
Indeed sealing my future by Your victory.
July 3, 2022
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
Mean Storm Forming..
Red stormy sky’s forming above the land and to the seas.
Mountainous terrain is being swelled by clouds of insanity.
Once that storm reaches that warm water beach.
Those clouds will circulate then the winds will start to peak.
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
coloring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
You fashioned man
Out of clay matter
Called the birds
To flock your trees
The pines reach up
The creatures chatter
You spoke out light
It came to be
You made the mountains
Such a wonder
Beauty beyond
One'd hope to see
Thank You for making
That clay matter
And forming life
In forming me
Giant green hands on thin frond arms
Fingers spread to catch each drop
Of promised rain
Reflected shades of yellowed sheen
Waltz with shadowed hues of green
Lighter fingers wave in wind
Leaf end tips like witches nails
Curl and close all clasped and pinned
Rivulets to guide each drip
Down to waiting root ball
So life water flowing down
Is caught to feed another crown
Of waiting hands
The Construct of an Essence Forming
Collaborative custodians of remuneration for the poor
Commemorative symposiums on humans need for wanting more
Symbols of ancient mystery drawn upon cave walls
Thimbles of fragrant misery born from what a man recalls
A nieche in the marketplace, an advertisement that lies
A piece of someone’s face falling plastic from their eyes
The grief of the replaced calling out for compromise
Attitudes of servitude that call for investigation
Gratitude for the interludes that fall for the relief of compensation
Exactitude that can only conclude to stall the consternation
Platitudes that are borderline rude based on weak configurations
Instantaneous satisfaction born from greed and lust
Sub-cutaneous mathematical fractions that only scientists trust
Spontaneous interactions that are based on sense and must
Contemporaneous fine contractions that are born from the modes of break and bust
An ethical integrity that cannot be mistaken
Umbilical propensity that will not be mis-shapen
Ventriloquist alarmists miming political ideals
Soliloquies, pharmacists, timing hypocritical appeals
Contrite sensibility coming from a place of inherent goodness
Finite possibilities running the race of concurrent couldness
Hematite magnifications of ions colliding for war
Israelite pontifications of lions at the gates of Daniels door
Cocophonies of entropy expanding out through space
Topographies and symphonies sounding with an air of grace
Corroborrees and ancient trees expressing wisdom from a race
Soliloquies and poetry forming from a lifetime of disgrace
The basic convalescence of a soul pure as white
The corrupt adolescence as the whole begins to fight
The abrupt incandescence of a goal reaching the light
The construct of the essence of a mould in pure delight
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