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Transformation of Propensity

As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…

 Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Categories: intension, introspection, peace, me, me,
Form: Lyric

Youth Believes Love

Youth believes love
its own invention
and not Nature’s
intension for all--

of course youth
relies solely on youth
its application
before cultivation
our Baby-steps
then the fall…

but I, now,
a senior citizen
a denizen
just prior the sleep,

have grown to see love
high and wide
and reassuringly
infinitely deep.

Categories: intension, love, philosophy, spiritual, true
Form: Free verse

Omission of Tradition 7-24-15

It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention 
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition

Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition


HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION


Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician 
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition 
or held in detention without fear of restitution

This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction 
of American personification 
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15

Categories: intension, allegory, assonance, betrayal, conflict,
Form: Alliteration

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Towers In the Mist

The towers are gone but the ash and blood still whirl around...
Gone but not forgotten.. 
our mantra...
our pacifier
our breath for the next war.

They want to build a mosque in the shadow of our horror.
They say its innocent-a friendly gesture- good intent.
A brick-and-mortar center for religion- understanding and tolerance.
But history says they build over a site of conquest.

I say let them build.
The winds of wisdom will blow the sands off true intension.
I say let them build.
Let them taste our ash and manna.
Over the haloed ground of:
               freedom of 
                  speech
                   religion
                  Twin towers 
                  that 
                  can 
                  never 
                    be 
                   brought 
                    down.
                    Never 
                    gone
                    never 
                    forgotten
                      the 
                    golden 
                     chord 
                       of 
                       our very
                    existence.
                    Freedoms 
                         of 
                      infinite 
                       purity.

Categories: intension, anniversary, freedom,
Form: Didactic

Prostitution

Phase:1


I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my requests and prayers.,
Weighing my proper count.,
I was announced for a demon.,
I screamed 'No'..,
And kicked hard over ground.,
But only an injection.,
And my sleep was sound..,

Phase:2

A big giant face against mine.,
I got the intension..,
Yelled 'No., please don't...'
But no mercy or its sign..,
I lost all my rhymes of life .,
Colors were smashed that night.,
Scratches yielded screams.,
Force gave me fatality.,
Bites turned to bellows..
And his pleasure putted sobs..,
Voice was choked and..
My tears were alloyed with sweat.,
The delicate places I reserved for someone special..,
All were now messed and unset..,
My tall neck I dreamt
to be loved by my future husband.
Was now scratched savagely.,
By his rough rigid and ruthless hand.,
Each time I afforded some courage..,
But hands were caught and mouth tied with bandage.,
Lost all my senses.,
But felt each jerk..,
He was pride at..,
each stain he created dark..


Phase:3

My service was over..,
No scream,nomore shriek,or shout..,
Jammed muscles were relaxed now.,
I was plugged out..,
All my world..,
World full of dreams.,
I embroided earlier with my own gilt.,
Was now transformed to this.,
Dirty, filthy and quilty quilt.,
Tears were dried., breath was back.,almost correct now..,but I know ...,
I was turned from a girl to a women in a single go..,

Never I will eye myself again..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will return to my family..,
Neve will be able to.,
Never I will find that someone special..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will get healed.,
Never  will be able to.,
Never I will dream at night .,
Never will be able to.,

This nightmare digged deep in me.,
And a lifelong terror created by that unknown he.

Why not we all protest?...and get a full stop ...why?. Always LET IT BE.

Categories: intension, prison,
Form: Free verse

Adventing New Resolutions

As I conclude each day
and year
and life,
conclude that life with death
refers only to LeftBrain ego's Past toward Future
ionic-ironic languaged consciousness,
too often angry about life
and therefore fear-filled about an untimely
and clearly inappropriate
not to mention unfair,
death.

Earth's Time memory 
is stored in natural-systemic DNA/RNA regenerative folding
and unfolding egoclocks,
sequence,
rhythmic function,
a recycling journey of time traveling identities,
memory strings transcending generations
by transposing across the eisegetical communications
of any one ego-identified entity

Learning to harmonize in
on
with
within
a too strident humanizing nature
trying to invite more resilient 
humane kindness and justice

To gift EcoTribal nature with humane nature
as a blessing for Earth,
from Earth,
with Earth,
for Earth's Advent,
inclusive of all species
and all natural economies,
and all RNA/DNA cellular cultures
of universal co-arising intelligence.

When divine love 
and win/win neurosystemic kindness say
"I have nothing but time with you"
fear and anger are also saying
"I regret not having enough time
for my own anthrocentric agenda
right now,
between past's neglected anger
and future-fear depression
anticipating further repression 
of this integral body
authentic mind 
moment."

EcoLove and Ego's Kindness
only speak with present-tense consciousness,
which is all remaining communication
when neither future nor past tensions
tyrannies
terrors 
win/lose dominate preverbal anxiety

Post-traumatic tension 
and trauma-informed intension 
of ego's fear and anger experience

Anger about past leads toward further fear 
about repeating
and repeating
ego's degenerative abuse 
and neglect 
in Earth healthy life future.

To dissipate fear,
we have evolved curious Adventure 
to co-empathically embrace Anger's 
non-violent communication

About not repeating a negative judgy, 
too Left-brain dominant, 
toxic nontrauma-informed past
mono-culturation

Perpetuating anthro-privilege
playing a Win-Lose political game
toward ego-centric political economies
disabling RightBrain ecological pilgrimage 
to AdventTransition Ego Away

Toward further
LoseMind/LoseBody 
cosmological 
devolutionary 
deadly conclusions

And not not cobinary
positive health 
Win/Win revolutions.

Categories: intension, adventure, birth, culture, nature,
Form: Political Verse

My Own Existence - Senryu Chain X5

~~**~~
father gave me life
his love fills my heart with joy
my daddy is best

~*~

moms are heaven sent
angels on earth mothers are
love like no other

~*~

look for facts I search
I research but get confused
or am I confused

~*~

not my intension
nor a bone of contention
social convention

~*~

I used to be brash
I used to be blazen bold
no more I got old

~~**~~

Categories: intension, confusion, father, irony, mother,
Form: Senryu

Reminising...

i want to go back
to the time when nothing mattered
when being daddy's little girl
was the best occupation
a big little woman
could manage...

Back when riding your bicycle
across the hood was
the greatest adventure
Back when having a crush
on a boy who sits across me
during art class meant nothing
but coping with being shy
and clumsy when he comes around

I want to go back 
to the time before his eyes
burnt my skin when he stared at me
and the time before
I knew she could jump off the walls
and scratch me...
back to the time when she was
my little star, one that shone
eternally with no intension to dim
Back to the time when arguments
were fair and always ended
with a mutual smile...

I want to go back
to the time when 'never'
was more or less like 'could not'
And when a smile from you
injected me with ecstasy
that i felt could last me
a lifetime...
Back when locking eyes with you
meant we are talking
the same language
when reaching out 
for your hand soothed my heart
And healed the bleeding
wound whose tears never
dried...

I want to go back
to the time when i could
go to bed with a smile
and wake up the same
back to the time 
when possible was legit
when dreams could come true
back to the time
when love was the
feeling that made you
warm inside yet 
gave you shivers and goosebumps
on the outside

I want to go back 
to the time when
I was me, and that
was not a sin
I want to go back...
back to the time when
I believed the same way
I could erase drawings
I could also erase my mistakes
and take back my words
Back to the time when
when a promise was sealed
with a silly pledge yet
meant it was for real
and secrets were told in the dark
so that no one can hear...

I want to go back 
to the time when
I yearned for your touch
and wondered how it feels
to be in your clasp
Back to the time when
i could carry my own cross
of crucification
just so i could prove
you are righteous

I want to go back
to the time before i knew
that words from your tongue
could stick on my heart
and do away with its tissues

I want to go back
to the time when time passing
did not count 
as long as you were there
with me...

Categories: intension, depression, life, loss, passion,
Form:

Tendencies Ossifying Obsequious Linguistics

I 
do 
have a 
Message for
one Harry Manback
it does regard his long Lost Keys
don't Blame Hoffman for his Disposition, you Jerk Off!
You Lied when you said you didn't hold The Grudge as a Reflection of Intolerance
Makes me so Disgustipated, you should Crawl Away
you're a Hooker with a *****
who likes Prision Sex
when Sober
Hush H.
it's 
true

Cold 
and 
Ugly
repugnant
like Ticks and Leeches
say what I want, not serious
But Jimmy in his Mantra thinks otherwise of you
to him you are the Bottom of The Pot, or like Rosetta Stoned on an Opiate
a Schism separating us Right in Two, Stinkfist!
ne'er you'll have Forty Six and Two
like Fibonacci
Pushit and
Jambi
seems
nice

Here's 
a 
Swamp Song
Eulogy
(Useful Idiot)
Four Degrees of No Quarter gave 
to The Patient caught in the Aenima Undertow
skewed into a Parabola
Intension candid
Part of Me
needs to
Sweat 
tears

Now
my 
Third Eye
becoming
Vicarious through
the pure Lateralus Triad

Categories: intension, dark, farewell,
Form: Fibonacci

Riddles of Mom's Affections

Am I just too blind?
For not seing the good intension of you?

Am I just too deaf?
For not hearing any good reason from you?

Am I just too numb?
For not sensing all the love that you shed?

I thought I just too dead to live within your world

No more words capable to solve
Enough fed by your conflicts and dramas
Understanding you cost the rest of my life
Or I cost the rest of my life to understand the love of you

We never really speak
We puzzled in our own existences 
Knowing you is like walking in the dusty haze
Knowing me is like climbing on a thousand feet of sturdy wall

Talking about us 
Talking about spot that never been fully
We lacked in our bond
But still... This is the undeniable life

From you I stand this day
Wether I should regret or be thanked
There will be no me without you
There will be no us beyond you

Categories: intension, family, life, love, me,
Form: Free verse

The Childless

The Childless

The childless are not only those
That has not protruding stomach experienced
However, they are part of it

The childless are not only those
That theirs’ fell like a leaf eaten by maggot
Yet they make up this group

The childless are not only those
Whose offspring cross the seas?
And have their brains formatted
I agree they are childless

The childless are not only those
That dies of hunger and poverty
It is the worst type of childlessness

The childless are not only those
Whose sons misappropriate funds?
Even when they make the citizenry suffer

The childless are not only those
Who moves from one NPF station to another?
With an intension to bail
Its most heart breaking

The childless are not only those
That replaces a jewelry box weekly
In their heart begging, blaming God
For the gift of a thorn in the heart
Instead of the so requested children

It takes more than birth
To become a father or mother

Categories: intension, confusion, faith, sympathy, heart,
Form: Free verse

Intuision

Trusting your instincts relying on your initiative
If you have to make that split second decision
Though mixed messages at time's not intuitive                                       
Can quit often leave one in an awkward position

Is wisdom strength, guess depends on intension       
Being a doa rather than a thinker, less attentive
Perhaps its though down to a particular situation     
Acting on impulse or naturally, being aggressive                         

Or perhaps it's being choose, being a bit selective
It's easy giving advice but also it's choosing to listen
If you want to take it on board, it's showing incentive
Swallowing your pride, shedding your every inhibition  

Though I've never been someone who's uninquisitive
I'm always questioning things I guess looking for reason   
But going against my better judgment, not so instinctive
If only I could trust my instincts and just follow my intuition



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probably make no sense

Categories: intension, write,
Form: Rhyme

French Were Foiled In 1797

There almost was an invasion
By the french but was foiled
A wench stopped the battalion
By getting them well oiled

Jemina  N  had the gumption
To take them to the inn
Rushed them to the publican
Whose beer was served within

She soon rallied up the women
Dressed in national dress
French thought it was a battalion
Surrended with no fuss

No thoughts on Bristol and London
No longer wanted to fight them
So was a foregone conclusion
No courage in boozed men.

To honour these brave welsh women
A tapestry was made
A pretty commemoration
To women of Fishguard

Thanks to the feisty West Walian Women led by Jemina Nicholas.  In 1797 the French intension to invade Bristol and London, was foiled.  Last attempt for anyone to invade Britain 

Penned by  Seren Roberts

9th January 2013

Categories: intension, history, women, women,
Form: Quatrain

Be Alive

Headlong I fall into a trap
The ascend back a slippery slope
My hands absorb the weight
My feet are deadweight
The puffs of exhaustion, 
Sink with all intension
Trying to save myself
Despite my ending life
I still have so much to live for
Thoughts never considered before
Appointments, golf days
Alone, I say my prayers

To live and not to die
I’ve failed life’s gift, it's singular idea
I’d propagate my survival, if granted 
To theirs unappreciated, I’m alive, shouted!
Precious life, now not enough
To pull me out of a pit this tough

I walked alone
A one army man
For help to come, I cry
A lifeline, a rope to take me home, I try

Categories: intension, appreciation, life, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme

Death of a Poet

The forest with its lush, 
Yellow, green and brown leaves.
That falls angelically to the floor,
From the dark aged moss covered oak trees.

I gather the leaves and make a pillow,
Where I may lay hidden and in peace.
With the aroma of oak under a great weeping willow,
A place where I will cease.

The date is set for my departure,
And the place where no one knows.
It will happen during wintertime,
I will lay there with a rose.

A knife will I plunge into my chest, 
And hope for a slow, painful, cold death.
As I think of my Juliet,
And say her name with my last breath.

A note I leave on a crisp white paper
Written in my blood
Explaining my reasons
For the rejection of my love

I do not wish to be saved
Only by my Juliet
But I know she won’t come looking
Until she hears that I am dead.

My intension is not to hurt her
It’s just the rejection I cannot bear
Life without my sweet heart next to me
My Juliet, My love...

My dear...

Categories: intension, lost love
Form: Rhyme

Best Intension Poems

Transformation of Propensity

Youth Believes Love

Omission of Tradition 7-24-15

Towers In the Mist

Prostitution

Adventing New Resolutions

My Own Existence - Senryu Chain X5

Reminising...

Tendencies Ossifying Obsequious Linguistics

Riddles of Mom's Affections

The Childless

Intuision

French Were Foiled In 1797

Be Alive

Death of a Poet

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