Best Num Poems
Jannes & Jambres cast their spell
On the ground their rods fell
Moses,brother did the same
In each rod a serpent became
Aaron's consumed them both,to verify God's oath
More @ Ex 7: & *:7 & 9:11 Num 22:22 & 2 Tim 3:8
Categories:
num, faith, people, places
Form:
Narrative
,We the nation that survived
discrimination building a
civilization brand new evolution
94 new birth welcome to earth
You fought for our freedom 27
years in prison coz u had a
vision of a united nation
without the separation or
discrimination of race now we
able to embrace with ur grace
and u deserve to be praised
wasn't easy for u for the
things u went threw I can't
rem the time or what u do but
I rem u say that its all for u
,the pillar of the country
strength of the nation
accusation that they convicted
u were innocent in a situation
a united nation what u fought
for peace to the core is what u
are u blead for the dead even
thou ur bed was a concrete
slab they made u sleep on
the floor till u cudnt take no
more watching as the waves
clashed the shore in robbin
island u never hated or
retaliated u took it in smile
always kept ur head up and
moved forward till 1994 u rose
up from floor opened a new
door to the fellow sA brand
new leader 1st black president
who was her to represent the
entire human race with a
smile and embrace the
greatest leader ever lived I
wonder if u ever had doubt if
u thought u ever be the
greatest profecy and a ever
lasting legacy I can't imagine
what they put u threw since
they didn't have a clue what u
were trying to do and u saved
our life from sacrafice 94
years olD and u still going
strong I wana be like u but I
can do what u did so we tAke
our hats off to be proud to be
a south african and living with
a hero like u and u nelson
mandela we praise u we follow
u we love you for what u went
threw what u did do and u
knew we would be free some
day and we pay that u stay in
our hearts forever and wen
we think abt the stormy
weather we realise to the
point of suprize its a picture
perfect moment at this very
moment this song is to remind
the fellow sa that u made it
possible a strong man with a
plan who took a stan and I'm
ur num 1 fan mr mandela
Categories:
num, change
Form:
ABC
My Father's Blessing (A Rondel)
His wrinkled hand would touch my head
And lift his eyes to the mountains:
He’d ask the Lord that I be blessed,
Have His peace and enough graces.
Excited, off I went with speed -
Lived world’s lies; drank turbid fountains.
His wrinkled hand would touch my head,
And lift his eyes to the mountains.
Late I understood this kind deed;
His hands asked for heavenly gifts;
Unto me a Godly blessing flows.
Preserve her from harm, he would plead
And lift his eyes to the mountains.
7/28/14
This is dedicated to my Father whose birthday is on August 2. Remembering
also how he would bless me every time I am to leave home for school faraway
from family. May his soul rest in peace and may he smile at his now big girl for
he is well-pleased. :))
“The Lord bless you and keep you; The Lord make His face shine upon you,
and be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you, and give
you peace. “ Num. 6:24-26
Categories:
num, blessing, child, father, father
Form:
Rhyme
weeebler quip num
weeebler quip num
weeebler quip drumd
a riickler num
..
Categories:
num, science fiction,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
I have never forgotten our love
And I will never forget it until I die
Many years of sorrow have passed
But the wound in my heart has never healed
Remember the many kisses we exchanged
Remember all the tears we shed
The burning kisses and the scalding tears
That to the depths of the sea have gone
I have not forgotten this love
How could you have forgotten it?
A love that bound us like a chain
A chain that can never be broken
You still return to me in my dreams at night
Before my eyes I see you every day
How many sweet nights we passed together
How cruel the destiny that has betrayed us.
No peace shall it find in the presence of God
This infamous cruel destiny that betrayed us
Infamous - cruel and heartless
That separated us for all eternity
What remains is just your picture for remembrance
I never grow weary of gazing upon it
I kiss it, I bathe it with my tears, I hold it to my heart
And weep for the sad ending of our love.
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O Vera Ammore Non Si Scorda Mai
Numaggio mai scurdate e chesta ammore
E nummo scorde chiu' sino che' more
Sono passati tant'anni di dolore
E num si e' chiuse chiu' sta chiaga o core
Ricordi quanti vase ce simmo date
Ricordi quante lacrimo chiagnute
Vase e fuoche e lacrime cucente
Che tutte a funne o mare sene' so ghiute
Io non meso' scordate a chesta ammore
Tu comme tu putive mai scurda'
E' stato nammore troppo incatenato
Catene che nun si ponne mai spezza'
Mi viene ancora nsuonno tutte e' notte
Ti vego o iotnre nante all'uocchi miei
Quante nuttate doce avimmo passate
E penza e distino nfame che cia' tradute
Nun'anna trava' pace nanzi a dio
Chella nfama ca ci fece o trarimento
Nfame e scelleratee senza core
Ci fece sparte a nuie etermamente
Me' remase o ritratto tuoi pe ricordo
Nun me stancasso mai du guarda'
O' vase o' bagne e lacrime mo strengo o' core
E chigane a fine triste e checsta ammore.
By Giuseppe Pasquale Liguori and Robert James Liguori
Categories:
num, love,
Form:
Free verse
Copyright 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE---THE---MOUN/TAIN...!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
HEA---VEN'S---ONLY---ABOVE/THAT-MOUN/TAIN!
THERE---WERE---GODS/ABOVE---THE/MOUN/TAIN!
WHEN---YOU/'R---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
THAT'S---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
AN---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
YOU'RE---HELPLESS/LESS---YOU'RE---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
IT'S---A/SONG---SO/SWEET---'N/TART!
A/SONG---TART---'N/SWEET!
HELPLESS---UPON/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUNTAIN!
ZEUS---AIN'T/GOT---NO/TAKERS---BUT/LAKES---WELL?!?!
WHEN---YOU'RE/HELPLESS---UPON/THAT---MOUN/TAIN!
IT---MIGHT/BE---FOUR/TEEN---HUNDRED/YEARS---LATER!
SOME/TIME---IN/17---SEVENTY---SIX!
ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!
ZEUS---HE/WAS---A/CRY'N!
BOLT'N---LIGHTNING---HE/NEEDED---ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
BRACKETS---'N/BRACES---'N/BOLTS---OF/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
HE---WAS/'NOTHER---WONDER!
ZEUS---HE/MADE---'NOTHER---WONDER!
WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!
HE---WAS---WONDEROUS---AT/THE---BOARDS!
JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!
JUMPING---AN/LEAPING---HE---WAS/A---GOD!
FACING---HE/HAD---A/SWEET---SWEET/FACE!
FACING---HE/HAD---A/FACE---TOO/SWEET!
GODS---ABOUT/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
GODS---ABOVE/THAT/MOUN---TAIN!
IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!
IT'S---A/TALE---LIKE/THAT---SILLY/'OL
ROCK!
THAT---SILLY/'OL---ROCK!
SYSSI---PHUS---AN/HIS---BOUNCING/ROCK!
HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
HE---WAS/ROLLIN/THUN---DER!
AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX/TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!
AN---THE/STARS---RE---MEMBERED---TWENTY-FIVE-OR-SIX-TO-FOUR!
'CUZ---HE---WAS/MORE/THAN---SOME/SILLY'OL/NUM---BER!
HE---WAS/A---GOD!
HE---WAS/A---GOD!
THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!
THERE---WERE/GIANTS---IN/THE/LAND!
Categories:
num, angel, anniversary, art, basketball,
Form:
Ballad
I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas.
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas!
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to feed on humans
Everyone’s blood is, affected by the disease.
Oh please! Oh please!
I’ll never forget how the plague spread.
The Black Death is an infectious disease.
All around, it quickly fled.
These fleas carried bacteria and traveled in the rat’s fur.
When fleas drink the human’s and the rat’s blood they transfer the disease.
There weren’t any doctors or any cures.
The fleas were the cause of the disease.
I’ll never forget the symptoms that people had to suffer.
Nobody knew what the plague was, therefor they weren’t sure.
People suffered from painful swellings.
Popping the wound caused bleedings.
A wound which first turned red then turned black.
It rises and rises like an air sack.
People had high fever and delirium.
Bleeding in the lungs of a victim.
The vomiting, and mental disorientation.
Muscular pains begin to num.
The intense desire to sleep.
Victims would die quickly.
Each second from one to another dominated by the flea.
The economy falls and the population is sore.
After contracting the disease we would live for a couple of days.
People will never live out of this maze.
It took years till the disease passed through Rome, Milano, and most of Europe.
I’ll never forget how Art, Music, and Culture changed.
People began to see the depression surrounding them.
The humans suffering, and their carnage.
The horrific pain inside them.
I’ll never forget the Black Death.
The plague was like the appearance of the small pox.
These diseases can rapidly spread like a flock of birds.
Everyone lived in terror.
Worried of becoming the Black Death’s victim.
The Black Death was like a curse.
The treatments were not helpful, it would only make it worse.
Stopping the cure in your body.
There were other remedies but they never worked.
The plague killed at least 50% of Europe’s population.
The Black Plague was a very serious condition.
Each day and every second, people prayed that the Black Death were over and
done.
The smell of clear air.
A rise of a new population.
It rises and rises like an air sack
I’ll never forget the sick and the dead.
I’ll never forget the Black Death.
Categories:
num, death, history, death, people,
Form:
Free verse
sighs invade my fingertips,
scratching whorls and loops--
and all that comes to mind
is the littleness of my heart.
of how it cannot take
this, that, much, of regret-grief-silence
this realization,
(the smallness of my heart)
makes me sad, but somewhat also falls into place
of how I have become numb, dumb, bumbling
I never seem to do enough for others,
yet do so much for some
Those that I don't do enough for, seems to have needed them (as well I)
Those that I do much for, flick me off like a speck of lint,
.... and they don't need me after all :'(
either way, I still lose them
so this comes to mind, thus the roots of my num(b)itty-ness:
be silent, my miniscule heart
I don't think you have enough room in your chambers
to s h a t t e r anymore
15th November 2014
Categories:
num, introspection, loss, lost, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Re: Thank You to unknown
tom, dick, harry, tam, dame,
or dana from the MHS Class of 77,
though this alum
experiences public education
within lower providence jurisdiction
as a bum
er - minimally partaking advantage
of extra-curricular,
collegiate, inter-mural,
et cetera opportunities,
no not even a figurative crum
well nigh convey an impression of being dumb
bull door, deaf, and blind (with out faith no more),
nor passing love notes from
some anonymous girl, who
(after leaving a teasing message
informed asper getting a smart haircut
in ninth grade civics class
taught by Missus Comly
(do not quote me on my
power fully pointed excel lent spelling,
telling nothing, when out of desperation
I experience primal yelling)
this singular potential fledgling flirtation,
the extent from student,
who appeared morose and rather glum
exposing such vulnerability to be hum
millie hated, and bullied relentlessly,
whereat i wish to be a little boy
comforted by me mum
since that option out of the question,
thus aye didst never meet Miss Mot Toe
(e plumbs e num), perhaps cuz eye whiz numb
body, mind and spirit triage as if inebriated by rum
imagining the fighting spirit within me to thumb
or rather "flip the bird" to those,
this then anxiety prone
metaphorically rolling stone
whose metaphorical diet of worms also included
eating picked over sun bleached
un beak coming road kill crow - how yum
me does that seem, but gnome hatter
how grossly said foul dish
spurred via carrion (an analogy
representing verbal taunting
best left for hitch cocked birds) didst not appeal
not in the least did i give nasty brutes a "what for",
twas fear of getting creamed, fricasseed, irradiated...
Categories:
num, books, change, courage, environment,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I dreamt of a washing machine,
In colours so obscene,
Of shades of caffeine,
It washed everything that was clean,
To a shiny muddy unclean,
It was part of it's routine,
It was never to fond of hygiene,
I found an old tureen,
In gross shades of lime-green,
With a three feet sardine,
And I counted one of sixteen,
Tiny little soybean,
I found something murine,
Frosting sunscreen,
Between,
A pair of nankeen,
And jeans that were lean,
With a 10 pound bean,
Covered in fleshy dentine,
As well crushed strychnine,
Mixed in with liquid morphine,
With a hint of codeine,
To create a used vaccine,
I excavated further into the drum,
My left shoe stepped into gum,
My hands found bottles of rum,
As well a skull of a pilgrim,
A sock with a 44 magnum,
Guarding the used sock kingdom,
Hear muses singing like a threesome,
The kingdom’s national anthem,
I saw a shadowy possum,
Come out of a rectum,
And I became bum,
When it proposed a threesome
Between it ,me and my right thumb,
I started to have a symptom,
That began to blossom
And needed a valium,
Or a serum,
To rid of this irksome,
Three things made up an outcome,
I had a possum,
Who thinks is handsome,
My thumb,
Excess sucking of sheer gruesome,
Melting feelings to a num,
And pressing against my sternum
And now I feel really dumb,
Stuck inside a drum
Categories:
num, art, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
dark days, gloomy nights
poppin' pills to feel alright
so many thousands of feet off the ground
wind whispering in my ear, the only sound
the clouds lifting me, I am home
down pour beneath me, clearly shown
finally towering over all the rest
pain slowly fading from my chest
you can see the worlds rotation up here
I stomach each turn with nothing to fear
body num,b, earth still
and heres what steps in : free will
high dive
cuz i'm on over drive
free fall
forget it all
rock botom, my life: out of hand
screaming all the way down, because I can
and suddenly... jus like that
e v e r y t h i n g goes black
clock sontinues to tick
slow
slow
quick
finally color seaps back into sight
and then
I'll do it again
because this is my life.
Categories:
num, depression
Form:
What can turn time back, to those unforgettable days.
The way I took advantage of your love, when I told you, I will never change.
What can put a smile on my face, and erase the guilt that's heavy in my heart,
Why did I ignore you as if you didn't matter, how come I didn’t say I was sorry from
the start?
The reproach I brought to your name,
The aches & pain, the suffering, the shame.
How could I have been so rebellious, so ignorant and selfish?
My pride blinding me, I couldn't see that I was being very foolish
And all the time I laughed at you, mocking you as you tried to share the truth with
me,
However, I turned away, throwing up my hand, without respect, and mindless
understanding.
I wanted to distance my self from you, telling you to stay away,
Giving you trouble, every time day after day,
For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap,
Now you’re gone not here with me, and every day I weep.
I am troubled, heart broken, filled with agony,
Confused, uncertain because of this tragedy.
I'd never thought I'd see the day where everything would turn over on me,
Now, I am no longer blind, I finally can see.
But it's too late and there's no way you can here me say,
That I'm sorry for the pain I've caused my evil doing, my heartbreaking ways.
Why didn't I listen, why was I so dumb,
Why did I let my heart become hardened and num?
You were always right I was wrong each time, now I know
In addition, I'm paying for it each day I awake, with tears on my pillow.
Categories:
num, daughter, loss, sad, sorry,
Form:
And round about the throne were
four and twenty seats: and upon
the seats , I saw four and twenty
elders, clothed in white raiment,
and they had on their heads crowns
of gold
— Rev. 4:4
Also, Num. 1:4-17
From Elizur to Ahira,
from Shedeur to Enan
These were renown princes of the twelve tribes:
Reuben to Benjamin
First born to the last born,
they stood by the side of Moses
Twelve pairs of father and son,
twenty four elders
spoken of in the Old Testament
They preached to the people
before the Rock of Horeb
They believed in a Messiah
that was not born yet
Faith always came by hearing,
and the fathers passed it on to the sons
as death was a-nearing
Twenty four elders,
Moses’ strong left and right arm
There always was the father and son,
two faithful witnesses ready to ring the alarm
There was always the son and father,
Amen shepherds of the gospel
Issac and Abraham,
Moses and Amram
David and Jesse ...
All spoke with the same voice,
true evidence that they believed
Twenty four elders,
worshipers of the Almighty
Of these fleshly fathers and sons ...
who’s faith stood the tallest?
Concerning men, only God knows which one
But of angels,
we already know —
It was holy Jesus Christ, the Only Begotten
Categories:
num, religious, spiritual, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Verse
Dog Soldiers of the secret Scottish regimen
Go in op of your creatures that lurk in
The shadows I know you've found more
Monsters than the world knows and the
Labyrinth of your coven remains legend
Since many hundred years ago and the
Rumor goes your lair has many bottomless
Pits of where dragons, werewolves and
Selchies dwell within the gates of hell...
Well so I've heard and it's been told in the
Scroll and if any Dog Soldier breaks his oath
Of silence he'll find himself food for the
Wild and savage ones I used to think it's
Was folklore until I myself became joined
The brotherhood well what have I done
I thought it would be all in the name of fun
Somehow they found out I was an English spy
For Queen Victoria, somebody will be swinging
By a tree tonight in Craig de Num but I'm not afraid
For her royal highness and England so go ahead and
Kill me but you'll only be diggin' your own graves
In case of my death the British army has orders to move
In and invade your secret society of dog soldiers and
Ancient Scottish regimen!
Categories:
num, adventure, fantasy, soldier,
Form:
Free verse
Conquista
Ocupação, Empregar-se, Carreira, Vocação ou Empreender
Ocupação é o que a gente faz apenas por dinheiro.
Ocupação é o que você faz porque precisa levar comida pra casa.
Ocupação é qualquer atividade que você desenvolve em troca de remuneração, mesmo que tal atividade não tenha nada a ver com seu gosto pessoal ou talento.
Emprego é o ambiente no qual alugamos regularmente as nossas competências, conhecimentos, experiências e talentos.
No emprego, cooperamos para que o empregador alcance seus objetivos em troca de uma remuneração. Isso explica aquela senhora que é vendedora de produtos de beleza, mas que gosta mesmo é de fazer docinhos e salgadinhos para as festas aos finais de semana no seu bairro.
Carreira é o desenvolvimento de uma atividade compatível com nosso talento, num contexto cujos objetivos estão alinhados com os nossos próprios objetivos. Pode incluir muitos trabalhos diferentes ao longo dos anos.
Carreira é o que faz a professora que, depois do expediente, passar horas na biblioteca em busca de informações que possam ajudar no seu atendimento ao aluno.
Vocação é o que você é independentemente do que faz. Pense uma mulher de pouco mais de quarenta anos que sai logo cedo para trabalhar.
Ao sair ela cumprimenta sorridente as faxineiras do edifício onde mora, sabe o nome das pessoas que estão no ponto de ônibus todo dia no mesmo horário, conversa com o zelador do prédio onde trabalha, leva a receita do bolo que prometeu para a mulher do caixa do supermercado onde, na volta para casa, compra algumas coisas para o jantar e, quando entra em casa, parece que abriram uma janela de cara para o sol.
Isso é vocação: um talento exercido todo o tempo, em todo lugar, a serviço de todo mundo. Por isso é que a vocação é uma extensão do que você é, e não apenas o que você faz.
O que você tem na vida?
Categories:
num, business,
Form:
Free verse