Best Mixture Poems
Haudenosaunee ...
translation: They made the house
But who painted it
the colors we now see ---
Red, white and blue
Let's go back in time shall we,
and observe who cut down the first tree
in the eleventh century
Five Nations ...
called by one name, Iroquois
A French given name
Separate nations who agreed
to live under the same
Great Law of Peace
Signified by the Great Tree
that housed all five families
under one roof
Haudenosaunee ...
The long house was proof
that all nations could come together as one
under one roof
A novel idea, way ahead of its time,
the first North American U.N. of it's kind
That was a nice trip back in history,
but the question still remains: who painted the long house
the colors we now see ---
Red, white and blue
The answer, perhaps you never knew
Even so, you never thought about it much, did you
Mohawk red ... a lot of spilt bloodshed
Onondaga white ... a lot of innocent loss of lives
Oneida blue ... a lot of human souls traded too
Cayuga red ... a lot of totems toppled on their head
Seneca white ... a lot of war whoops in the night
Iroquois turquoise blue ... a lot of ancient land taken by someone new
Seems two coats of war paint wasn't enough,
too bad they didn't first try the color of love
It's an age where-
The noticeable is unnoticed¤
I see love curved like C's,
Forming a ditch-
Hoi polloi fall into¤
As green grasses go brown;
Corruption remains the core option-
To all swinish citizens
I see,
Faded dreams;
Coloured by padded visions¤
Beauty;
Coated by sugary elements,
As sanity-
Is purged from the system¤
The price of commodities increase,
As the cost of immoralities decrease;
A costless cost,
Which leaves one in cuts
Now,
Even kids can afford **** flakes!
I see chunks of truth,
Stuck between the teeth;
Of them that tell lies
They say-
It's an age of recession
I say-
It's an age where,
The wages of erstwhile deeds are paid;
In ash and kind
I look forward to a stage,
When the four words of-
Time, hope, gain and love;
Will transcend,
The sit of deceit
A land where,
We no longer roll away roles,
As we all play our parts-
In the melodic line,
Of transmutation
A world where;
We all embrace each race,
And sieve out-
Any concoction of racism
A purpose driven age
Let us blend sanity with purpose¤
What if we-
Dish love on the plate of sincerity?
We should stir hope,
With positive actions¤
Couldn't we combine-
Merriment with a sense of value?
Our promises could be rich in truth¤
(You know)
Few drops of thick observation-
May quench a thirsty soul
It's time-
Time for us to sift all negligence,
And lift our roles from holes
Time for us to create;
A mixture of solutions
The time,
Is now!!
heaven lies in innocent and peace heart.
where does the innocent and peace heart lies?
first it lies in god.
next to god is the babies.
in their each and every action there lies heaven.
heaven there in our vision.
how we face things is the heaven, which keeps us happily.
have a fine and good thought in the heart and mind.
all is well and every where is the heaven.
life will float in air.
I Like The 'Black Tea, The White Tea
and The English Breakfast & Earl Grey'
and I Serve 'Rooibos' and 'Ginger' Teas
In My Silver Pot, Cups & Tray
I Like The 'Rose Tea and Herbal Teas
& The Honey-Vanilla-Chamomile'
& 'Apple-Cinnamon' & 'Orange-Pekoe'
Topped With Sliced Lemon Wedge Frills
(& Balancing Cup & Saucer & Carrot Cake's A Skill)
I've Teas of 'Lavender & Hibiscus
& of Jasmine' Flavored Hints
I Pour These Liquid Petals
To Be My Pretty Porcelain's Contents
and That Brand of 'Ancient Tea Trees'
& of Ceylon's '1001 Nights'
Tantalizes My Tastebuds
With Their Dark Teabags Delights
And Exotic Ginseng Teas Blend Into
A Warm & Soothing, Brewed Bond
As A Free Tea Leaf Floats Like
A Lotus In A Cup Pond
Swirling A Cream or Sugar? Concoction
In A Teaspoon's Pool
Gently Lifted To Our Lips Breath
To Savor & Cool
Wafting Aromatic Scents
Thru My Parlor Among My Guests
Or Just Me In My Kitchen
As Day Begins Afresh
But The Tea Mixture Taste
of A Preference Best For Me
Is The Oolong, Added With Peppermint
and Pure Green Tea
aaaah ... slurp
Join me for a sip ... slurp
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/18/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Are your eyes made from the surging debris from the scintillating stars?
Are your voice made from the tranquil tune from the guitars?
Are your fingers been forged and formed in the God's altar?
Are your sense of smell made from the aroma of the rose's attar?
Are your sweet lips made from a sugar-rich rare nectar?
Are your missile-like words made from the explosive mortars?
Are your ears' edges made from the lancinating scimitars?
Are your nose made from the Excalibur owned by King Arthur, the czar?
Are your hairs made in the Valles Marineris canyon in Mars?
Oh, and are you the shadow of God in the human avatar?
I and you and this world
He, She and they.
Mixture of minds
A made society a world
Imbalanced and imperfect
No good measurement of blending.
I am a one and one mind
Still busy to think
Living in this zigzag world
Everyone is not like to me
Mad ! Planning to change
My inner craziness.
Only me alone hoping.
Lack of far-sighting
Not only me innocent world
They all thoughtless
Ruining the every part
It seems losing beauty.
Here is needed to search
Where is the seeds of imbalance?
Correction of madness
Everyone is crazy, not conscious !
Gradually my days going down
Not only me, all's
The days coming, no change
That one day,
Never came expected day.
One after another the generation
Landing on the Earth !
After regretting
Changing into the dust
We haven't learnt yet
We are for what ?
Glory of being human
Even we are not for each other.
No safety, no shelter
The world is moving
With empowering damage and triggering
Attempt of fulfilling
Own thought than anything
Imperfect Mixture of Minds !
Strong magnificent wings beat against the wind.
the sun casting direction and shadow as I descend.
My journey is unpredictable, I fly amongst the earth.
I have lived a free life since my early birth.
Grays and blues are my feature colors.
I don't know of many like me or any others.
I am a special breed of blue jay and sparrow.
I have strong bones running through my wings like arrows.
My chest proud and stretched strays from my neck.
I'll take flights off the tallest building, I mean what the heck?
My future stretches for miles and miles in the vast sky.
I look out over cities of bright lights and towns so low, as i fly soo high...
Poetry and people, a happy mixture of all sorts
Overcoming language and grammar so
Entertaining all with their riveting writes
Teaching and learning with each poem as we go
Richness in friendship, camaraderie in bloom
Yields our efforts for commenting read
Soupers endeavour to grace their page
Outstanding poems, sometimes plant a seed
Uncanny material in portfolio's glow
Poetry Soup is the place, to watch us poets grow
Colors are flying
The yellows the greens
Colors are splattering
The reds the blues
The white it's dyeing
The purples the pinks
Looks quite flattering!
The colors the hues!
It needs so long to cry a river.
It takes too much to bring the Pain.
As postman never knows receiver
There's no point further to sustain
This gorgeous number of skyscrapers,
When each of them is based on clouds.
Only the fleet of huge icebreakers
Can bear crashing down all doubts.
The 'outstanding', 'cheap' or 'priceless' -
We all are here to measure Path,
However, when it comes to 'brightness'
All argues always end in wrath,
All changes always end in violence.
Don't look for Truth beneath the scenes.
It has been made to guard the Silence
And born the awesome children - Sins.
The greatest puzzle of Existence
Is how to Think but not to Judge,
How (overcoming the resistance
Of sludge and bitter taste of grudge)
To gather soul's bits and pieces
And stitch the armor for you All
From dust, from mourning and diseases,
To learn in them at least to crawl.
There is a sense in every picture,
There is a Cross for every line.
And each word's doomed to be a mixture
Of tremble, overcome and tine.
2.02.2013.
NikA
From where love flow?
Struggling don't know!
Though trees bend
Hope not broken by wind
Live life you know!
The formula was so simple that even I could follow it and make some
little creatures very happy. I read the pamphlet that came in the box with the feeder, and followed directions so as to create the taste that all hummingbirds would enjoy.
My wife and I had been gifted with a Humming bird feeder. It sat for several weeks before I decided to give it a shot, and grace my home with the tranquil presence of the red oval feeder. I knew that this back yard addition would be a new source of joy as we relaxed on the enclosed patio.
After adding one cup of sugar to four cups of water in a small pot, I sat it on
the stove and allowed it to boil. After boiling, I let it cool and put the sugar
water in the feeder. I tell you, this senior citizen was filled with excitement,
knowing that before long, like the squirrels, birds too would feast in my
little back yard. After putting it all together and hanging the feeder just outside of our bedroom window, I waited with anticipation for the day that I would
personally witness a bird feeding outside our window.
I did not count, but it seemed there were many days before I saw my first little hummingbird drinking the sugar water mixture from the feeder. And when I saw my little bird friend drinking, it was absolutely exhilarating! It was exciting! Who knew that such a small effort could produce such emotions of happiness inside of me? Who knew that feeding a bird would open such flood gates of pride within me?
Sometimes it's the small things in life that makes a man feel like a giant inside. I never knew that such beauty and joy would rain down on a stoic like me, simply from watching a hummingbird drink sweet water. It was pure delight. The pamphlet indicated that each day the hummingbird consumes half its weight in food. What are they doing? Where are they going? One has to assume that they are consuming so much food and expending vast amounts of energy, because they are working so hard at producing things most useful for mankind. Basically that food consists of a diet of nectar from flowers and insects. Oh, and also my sweet mixture.
07082013PSCtest,
You are a piece of things you read,
The TV you watch.
You are the words you speak and
Your thoughts.
You are a sum of the music you hear,
The people you meet.
You are electrical impulses and
A heartbeat.
You are conversations you have,
The dreams you dream.
You are the mountains, valleys
And streams.
You are a piece of what you get from
Each of these.
You get in life there are no such thing
As guarantees.
You are the wind that blows and the
Sound of the ocean.
You are thoughts, words, actions
And a new notion.
You are the brightest light in the
Darkest place.
You are a puzzled look and a
Poker face.
You are a mixture of experience
And emotion.
You are the tears you cry and words
unspoken.
You are a vast sea of knowledge
And existence.
You are close by and you are the
Distance.
You are a contrast of family, friends
And lovers.
You are unique and a mixture of
Many colors.
Turbo1904
I sit in a nexus,
pulled by instinct,
by conformity,
by inspiration,
driven to the path
by exterior components
and happenstance,
the perfect equation
for coincidence,
the exact calculation
for this instance,
tasting
of a mixture
of déjà vu
and spiritual divination,
to be the student
or the teacher,
the true path of life,
to speak
or listen.
The breeze carries so much,
downward spirals,
daunting plateaus
inspiring elevations,
experienced
by all creations,
background,
and frontman,
scenery,
and the show.
“If you don’t understand the purpose of a thing, then abuse is inevitable”
Many learners are going down the wrong road
There is a new song they are singing
All they need is a bottle of cough syrup mixed with soda
A dangerous cocktail is part of their arsenal
Learners during the week are telling tales of the crypt
They erupt with energy but are fatigued in the classroom!
The mixture of cough syrup and soda is alive and well
Taking soda (Jive) and cough syrup will make you unwell!
Learners think they have arrived to face their problems and
As a result, learners abuse over-the-counter cough syrup!
Learners enjoy the codeine
But in the end, they can never win
The sugar in the soda affects their brain and
So they train their body to be addicted to reaching a ‘high’
Because too many want to fly away from their problems
And enter a state of euphoria!
Many learners are going down the wrong road
There is a new song they are singing
All they need is a bottle of cough syrup mixed with soda
A dangerous cocktail is part of their arsenal
Learners during the week are telling tales of the crypt
They erupt with energy but are fatigued in the classroom!
Their brain shrinks and
One link to this dilemma is the mixture of Soda and Cough Syrup!
Mark Frank
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