Best Heartily Poems
Heartily I say, rejoice
and be happy.
For among you stands
A pious man,
A holy man,
A chosen man
Who has seen.
Miracles and wonders
Who has seen the heavens.
Open up and the lords.
spirits come
Pouring down
in thunderous
clouds of lightening
striking the congregation
with the power of the holy spirit
abolished beheadings conspire delicately. egotistically fawning grooves hinder intricate juries.
keeping luxurious meanders. nocturnal outlets permeate quintessentially. random splurges
transcend universal victories. whispering xylenics yearn zoomingly.
I'm heartily yours crazy.
But you do not recognized me.
The flame who is my heart is burning.
From you that only her,extinguish me.
I'm heartily yours crazy.
But you do not recognized me.
Is my notepad a blank space,
canvass or image-ridden spot,
thoughts of aqua bead elation,
mesmerise beyond the fence,
they jump gaudy traffic lights,
but runaway relish cuts wild shape,
when fantasy and environment,
a seamless transit might appear,
notions spiral in frothy oceans,
as time a spring time winger,
unfolds, unveils, unfurls,
its unique ruby nugget chain,
a doorway widens wondrous wares,
I am wide awake to treasures,
set on blaze by rapid prompt,
pencils, crayons, brushes lie down,
to attention writer’s tools,
and a dab of paint on rim,
I’m this usher pulsing conduit,
verily at the cusp of opus,
that has a charging current,
to be found heartily exuded,
must this inbred dalliance,
count for that mint broadside,
as I dwell behind an urban hedge,
the water of wafer thin wetness,
I peer at whilst straying lazily,
to pick up the city rumble,
to avoid that red blush tumble,
into pop up pool endowed,
with variegated plant life enshroud,
frangipani, star jasmine, golden cane palm,
exotic edge encircled feast,
schools of fish in wagtail swarm,
aquarium exhibit for marine throng,
fascinated by the plethora of genus,
and mindful of early dawn tread,,
figment is that candle to nourish,
in saliva swirl anticipation ahead,
that bright mark one might conjure,
as the verse weaver weighing contour,
synonym, wordplay, idiom equivalent,
sudden splash of ink,
indignant worst hand scribble,
gathering, assembling, unifying,
morning hours a speedy sequence,
noonday intermission, afternoon stretch,
evening getting close,
one on a journey might amass,
inspired phrases for posterity,
I wonder has my time come or gone
To the social worker, fierce and bold, a shield against the night,
Who fights for children, lost and cold, yet may not see the foster system's plight.
Thank you. Your unwavering stance is a beacon in the dark.
To the teacher, ever watchful, a haven built with love and care,
Who nurtures minds, potentially hatch-less, yet may not grasp the struggles parents share.
Thank you. Your gentle guidance, a compass through the storm.
To the therapist, whispering hope, to hearts that carry scars unseen,
Who mends the wounds that others scope, yet may not see the battles fought, unheard and keen.
Thank you. Your words, a balm, a soothing, healing rain.
To the police officer, standing strong, where danger lurks and shadows creep,
Who shields the young from every wrong, yet may not see the burdens parents keep.
Thank you. Your courage is a shield, protecting innocence.
To the advocate, voice amplified, for the rights of children, loud and clear,
Who fights for justice, un-compromised, yet may not feel the weight of daily fear.
Thank you. Your passion, a fire, burning bright and strong.
To the counsellor, patient and wise, guiding young minds through trials and pain,
Who helps them see beyond the lies, yet may not see the sacrifices made in vain.
Thank you. Your wisdom, a lighthouse, guiding through the fog.
To the countless others, unseen, and unheard, who dedicate their lives with grace,
Who stand as guardians, every single word a promise whispered in a fragile space.
Thank you. Each act of kindness is a thread in love's embrace.
We fight for different aspects, of a world where children bloom,
But let's not scorn, instead respect, and learn from every room.
The weight of protection, shared we must, no single soul can bear it all,
So let's stand united, trusting, because together, we answer the call.
For all of you, who fight for light, in a world where darkness seems to thrive,
Thank you. For your unwavering strength, where hope and love survive.
Imagine...
A symphony orchestra,
all the greats,
the legends,
the masters of the universe,
playing...
...a perfect piece.
BORING!
Perfectly executed,
flawless, pristine...
but dead.
Empty.
A sterile echo,
a ghost of a melody.
Now imagine...
A kid,
scruffy,
misfit,
with a guitar older than time,
a cracked voice,
fingers fumbling on the strings...
...but playing from the heart.
Every note,
a stumble,
every chord,
a struggle,
but the music...
The music is alive!
It's raw,
it's honest,
it's real!
Perfect form,
a sculpted stone,
frozen beauty,
but lifeless.
Flawed creation,
rough edges,
unpolished,
but burning with passion,
breathing with life.
Don't let the perfect fool you.
Don't mistake precision for truth.
Don't let the polished mask hide the beating heart.
The flaws are the beauty!
The stumbles are the steps!
The imperfections are the soul!
Let the music live!