Best Perpetuates Poems
Faith is a powerful force;
requiring absolute trust.
It allows you to believe:
you are loved, and not alone.
Suffering persecution:
sometimes, all you have is faith.
And yet, it's unshakable;
in times of adversity.
Praying perpetuates hope:
opening your heart to God.
And when you first feel His love;
everything you thought: changes.
Belief can imbue your life
with a strong sense of purpose.
Existence should never feel
empty or unfulfilling.
The love that you have for God:
it is rooted in blind faith.
And yet, that faith sustains you;
nourishing your heart and soul.
Acidulous feelings of hatred
perpetuates those heart
revenge is born in the dark.
The end of this road is death
where equanimty is destroyed
with irrepairable damages.
Love starts excruciating,
the deepest scars with
impossible recuperations.
Love’s Pure Delight
Lying on the floor, Neath the Christmas tree looking up
Can’t get enough of all the mysteries of you and I without a cup
The beauty of all the majestic glitter of all the colorful lights
Leaves a glow upon your inviting skin under the tree this night.
Perpetuates our utter silhouettes like a dancing of northern lights
Upon this beauty of earthly powers leaves me mesmerized with all of
your delights
As we are in tune in romancing each other under the moon
For upon this night the stars above must know we’re in tune.
Man, can we really leave each other breathless
For I’ll always know your sweet enticing caress
Can leave us both in sweet harmony in each other’s arms
Oh, how can I ever get enough of your elegant charms?
Seems to me I’ll have to wait till summer is almost here
Even in spring’s flowery scent seems so very long for us dear
As we both lay under this beautifying electric lights
Neath this all-consuming extravagant Christmas tree enticed
within love’s pure delights.
Written: Dec. 24, 2014
Yvonne
A windswept meadow neath an ambling Apollo lone journey,
Witnessed the efforts of a crowd studded web of twinkling wished upon stars,
Lose its envious magic that they had cast upon the eyes of star-crossed lovers,
To an army of Cupid's charioteers who pulled its blanched Master Moon,
Whilst guided by the genteel gallops of endless Cherubs whom together,
Unleashed a hailstorm of heart seeking arrow tips that were dipped,
In honeyed filled molasses of numbingly sweet treasured quietude of,
Desirous lust that burst upon contact and release its alchemy concoction,
Affecting even the strongest of resistors into a fathomless mirth of ecstacy,
Swimming in divinational depths whose relentless currents unite the noumenon,
Beyond their measure for its extension enwraps the partnered heart to be as,
The eternal one, inseparable, until twilight trips into the arms of dawn,
For be it a day, until the fall of dusk the story perpetuates a new page it be,
Blank as before as a pen and a windswept meadow waits for lovers tryst.
Date: 06/06/2019
“Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie, face
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!”
“Address To A Haggis”, Robert Burns, 1786.
(Keeper o’er the Fourth Kingdom)
Robert, Robert, Fourth Kingdom
Gate Keeper.
No Telestial glory
Befits the poet deeper!
Wherefore is thy legacy
Robert Burns, regretfully
Wherefore is thy Haggis?
Thy Puddin’ flees before thee.
Thy Hippopotami give birth
Purple, purple, such deliver
The royal eggplant hatchling
That multiplies the giver!
Celestial porridge is thy claim
As such befits thy story
But no resplendent poet name
Perpetuates thy glory
Terrestial kingdoms blissfully
Reject that higher leaven
But thou hast won, delectably
That Kingdom Fourth of Heaven!
Stream gushes on
The rocky terrain
My boat plunges
In the whirlpools’
Spiralling anguish
Attrition perpetuates, time to get onto the sail
The saviors winsome winds of uplifting solace
Sanctum of stratified darkness freezes within
Time to paint patina of joy on petals of hope
The sky crumbles
On sands of time
Hues of rainbow
Rapture dissolve
I drown in the sea
Of boundless bliss
Enlightened I find
In the cross-current
The oneness divine
Illumined between
The supreme & me
WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA,AND COMMUNIST RUSSIA TO DO AN INVESTIGATION ON AN "AMERICAN"???? IS THAT A "CRIMINAL" WHO IS FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC"?WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT "TRUST" IN "RUSSIA OR CHINA" TO DO AN INVESTIGATION AT ALL?WHY "TRUST"THE ENEMY" WHO IS COMMUNIST" TO HELP "DEMOCRACY"? DEMOCRACY IS THE CONTRARY OF COMMUNISM: WE CAN REALIZE WHAT IS CONTRADICTORY: LOVE IS CONTRADICTORY TO "HATE",BUT SOME CHOOSE "HATE" ,AND THAT IS OK: THEY CHOOSE HELL,AND THAT IS WHERE THEY WILL GO TODAY!!! ALL GLORY TO GOD! PRAISE THE LORD! IN JESUS NAME WE PRAY : AMEN. THE REALIZATION IS THAT WHY SHOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA OR RUSSIA TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY? COMMUNISM AND DEMOCRACY IS AN EXPERIMENT,BUT MOST PEOPLE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY ,AND THE PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE,AND AS A PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA "WE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY,AND NOT COMMUNISM AND NOT ALL OF THE ABOVE!!! OUR PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!!COMMUNISM DOES NOT ENCOMPASS DEMOCRACY,AND THE ONLY RESULT IS THAT WHOM EVER USES COMMUNISM,AND DEMOCRACY IS TO DEMINISH BOTH OF THEM WHILE REALIZING THAT "DEMOCRACY" PERPETUATES MORE LOVE 'THAN COMMUNISM!!!!WHY FILL YOURSELF WITH A IDEOLOGY THAT DOES NOT PERPETUATE LOVE,OR MORE LOVE? ASKING A COMMUNIST TO HELP A DEMOCRACY AND INCLUDING COMMUNIST COUNTRIES LIKE CHINA,AND RUSSIA IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED IN THE U.S.A,AND IT HURTS "THE SECURITY OF THE WORLD AND THE U.S.A!!!!!WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS "TRUST"IN A "FOREIGN COMMUNIST COUNTRY",AND ASK A FOREIGN COUNTRY TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRAT !! COMMUNISM HATES DEMOCRACY,AND THAT IS THE BOTTOM LINE!!!!WE HAVE ENEMIES BOTH FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC,AND IF COMMUNISM TAKES OVER ,COMMUNISM WILL WIPE THE REPUBLICANS FIRST BECAUSE THEY GAVE OF LOVE,AND BY DOING THAT THEY ARE THE WORST,AND THE "DEVIL" PUNISHES : BY GOD'S AUTHORIZATION TO PUNISH THOSE WHO GAVE LOVE AWAY,AND DESTROYED DEMOCRACY ON THAT TERRIBLE DAY FOR THE U.S.A!!!!
Once a felon always a felon, right?
Once an addict always an addict, right?
At least an addict can make the choice to leave their drug of choice alone, turn their lives around and make something of themselves
Three strikes you’re out?
PSSSH! More like one!
What type of living can one with the label of a felon make?
Is it at all possible for them to become doctors, lawyers, a fighter of crime?
Their only destiny is to live the life of a partner in crime
The laws don’t allow the growth of someone with a prison record
There is no window period after doing time to show themselves and society that they’ve had some sort of revelation and choose to change
The law IS a partner in crime
The law perpetuates the mindset of a criminal
You may judge somebody that is “bout that life” but what other choices do they have other than
To rob someone of their life or wealth in an attempt to evade a life with no security or food.
Day by day, hour by hour these people live because they’ve been denied the opportunity of self-improvement
Oh, so it’s unfair for them to rob others for what they have?
THEY have been robbed
The LAW is unfair!
How can you tell them robbery is not okay when the very law has robbed these people?
So should they just commit suicide and allow those who haven’t yet made the mistake of becoming a felon to suffice?
You may look down on the recurrent inmates asking,
“Why haven’t they learned”?
“How dumb could they be to make the same mistakes that have landed them in prison”?
Going to jail or prison may not be the objective of their act but at least in prison there is a place to lay their heads and food to eat!
This is ridiculous!
A poem should be a candle
that brings human feelings to light;
moving like a stubbled shadow
across the face of tomorrow.
And its rhythm should be inviting,
soliciting raw emotions
from within the depths of your soul;
where both Angels and Demons dwell.
Its language should be conversant,
conveying the writer's message
in a relatable fashion;
emotional and personal.
And it should be free of the lies
that ignorance perpetuates;
freeing feelings with wizened words
that cut deeper than any blade.
A dance of elegance they leap
in grace of movements sweep
moonlights skipping on the waves
upon the circuits the currents paves
A Spanish Dancer twirls her skirt
whose painted like a rainbows shirt
Your works oh Jah blanket the Sea
where creatures frolic internally
Where Leafy Dragons in Reefs foray
the clown fish in anemone play
the razor fish like knives in sand
but foolish men think it's not planned
Where fierce and tender Orca steals
the infant pups of many Seals
where coral forests the oceans floor
the groves of Kelp hide many more
Odd companions the crab and shrimp
who share a hole like common tent
on flows the cisterns of the Deep
the lair where Leviathan do sleep
There flying fish cavort on wing
wild aquatic souls live and sing
here Dolphins cartwheel in escapade
in pods their dancing a parade
Who understands the Songs of Whales
who carry calves and smack their tails
to starfish who cling the rock of Beaches
here low tides the mussels reaches
These lives mankind has proved a danger
to poison Seas palace he is no stranger
Here predator man competes with Sharks
in every Sea his fatal marks
The Shark only does his hunt for meal
Mankind's a predator who kill and steal
Toxic pollution down rivers flow
the dead zones that kill the life below
Life perpetuates itself by designers plan
We question it's survival , it's death by Man
Those who love the earth these traits resist
There's too much beauty divinely kissed
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
What Father Christ entrusted to the apostles
In turn handed on by their preaching and writing
Under the inspiration of the Eternal Holy Spirit
To all generations
Until Father Christ return in glory
“Sacred Tradition and Sacred Scripture make up a single deposit of the Word of Eternal God”
In which
In a mirror
The pilgrim Church contemplates Eternal God
In her doctrine
Life and worship perpetuates
Transmits to every generation all that she herself is
All that she believes
Thanks to its supernatural sense of faith
The People of Eternal God as a whole never ceases to welcome
Penetrate more deeply
And to live more fully from the gift of divine Revelation
The task of interpreting the Word of Eternal God
AAuthentically been entrusted solely to the Magisterium of the Church
That is
To the Pope
The bishops in communion with Him
1182015
Some experts have likened the state of being in love with that of being mentally ill
and yet, we chase this illusion still...
and of course we believe in that which we can feel
Pheromones Hormones and Adrenaline,
phenylethylamine, dopamine, and oxytocin
our bodies secreting a cocktail of passion
we believe in this science experiment...this mere chemical reaction
which tells us we might produce beautiful offspring
Well, limerence is obsessive, intrusive, and consuming
understanding this can be quite illuminating
It causes obsessive thinking, Crippling fear of rejection
still we all seek for this bizarre connection
we are each promised, in theory the perfect princess or prince charming
but the truth itself is very alarming
head over heels....none of it's real
society perpetuates this ridiculous ideal
The only thing that makes any sense...
is that it's not love, it's limerence.
THE LOBSTERMAN
Hushed silence as the dawn begins unveil
Faded ribbons of beauty appear ever so pale
Morphing in depth and passionate splendor
Eternal, inspirational gifting of nature
The density of darkness vaporizes to light
As all that was shadowed comes into sight
Casts upon the harbor the soft glow of morn
Life’s daily symphony begins to perform
The dawn draws to life each and every thing
With the rising orb new life does it bring
The soft glow of light, the harbor awakes
Lobstermen appear as the new day breaks
This endless ritual begins always the same
Moonrise and sunrise in eternal refrain
And this day, as in days of decades before
He stands in his row boat and raises his oar
Hunched from the weight of years of hard work
Family and responsibilities never to shirk
He nods as he paddles without saying a word
Brothers in a bond that doesn’t need to be heard
The ache in his body is worse on some days
He goes about his work in a reverent haze
This is all he can do - all that he knows
Lifetimes ago ... twas the life that he chose.
Or maybe to say the life that chose him
To sink or to swim is the lobsterman’s hymn
He was raised on a boat, always in boots
He bleeds it from his pores – it’s inbred in his roots
Leaving the harbor barely breaking a wake
He steers his old vessel into the daybreak
Irrelevant is the cold, the heat or a storm
His performance perpetuates each new day born
His story but a drop in an ocean we don’t see
His dedication and ethic simply humble me
Haunted by hunched image in silhouette as he oars
To his life in the harbor whence it is moored.
October 13, 2017
IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXII
IF you pull a long ME-TOO victimised face
" Look Mom ! Dirty-Ol'-Sod oggles me carriage sway ! "
" Dear Girl ! Of what use curves under pretty face ?
Be like Mona Lisa, look neither Louvre either way ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO martyred face
" Oh, Mom, look ! He looks through under wear ! "
" Dear Child ! Eyes are made for hills and dales
On desert sands, looks stretch mirage bare ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO bothered face
" Oh, Mom, look ! Light's changed we've right of way
My Zebra thighs cross at every stride his lurid gaze ! "
" Oh ! Ne'er you mind, for all you know he's gay ! "
If you pull a long ME-TOO frenzied face
" Oh , Mom, look ! The cad swims under my belly ! "
" Pretty Mome ! Wish not he breaststrokes to spoil grace !
The flip and the flop of diving : Not on my nelly ! "
If you must pull a long ME-TOO sacrificed face
" Oh, Mom ! That pedophile's looks drip lecherous leer ! "
" Sure, Baby ! That's the look perpetuates the human race
Yearn not for a YAHOO's horse to mate and rule us here ! "
© T. Wignesan - Paris, February 9, 2019
*Image of Forgiveness by Pixabay.
Tale of the Forgiving Betold
Albeit a notable stretch
that stars wouldst a fairer
share of thee and sheath
thy warm expanse.
Sire, alack thy humble
servant beseech thee,
me Lord, for wouldst
thee taketh to mind
thoust faileth thee but
'tis once at the weest hour.
Shouldst thou beg
the goddesses and
gods forthwith 'tis
thy noble quest for
virtue sake that thou
mayest risk a stable
footing verily proved
thy acts of decency.
Pall's errant gift thee
a habilitating ward,
a silhouette soul, its
quaint steps for a
merciful fortitude.
To seize caring eyes
fortuitous event of
a chartreuse field
of wavery rushes
and vibrancy pell
in crystalline spring.
A dutiful life longing
begrudged in the
greens of Evermore,
mayhaps thoust dwelt
in the recesses of thy
bosoms for they hadst
possesseth thee so
willingly, that thoust
act gently.
Nay, nary an army,
soothly a herald of
dreams that unlade
trails ifsoe'er mingle
charmingly, napping
in cases, perchance
to claim and rescue
thyself and possibly
pretenders begone
and ne'er-do-wells
that causeth a toss
and twirl fortuitously
erelong into the tuck
of episodic twilight's
unraveling sepulchral.
Sparkled specks and a
Chaser to settle scores
natheless thou mentored
souls that dwarf a sea of
their gilded hearts.
Less of a challenge when
substance, and grit, amidst
the generous few whose
serendipitously perpetuates
the moment -- forthwith.
Suite melody be the appeal
in the case of forgiveness
for there is proper cause for
the bestowment allocation
gratuitously and without
delay.
Forbearance is the footing
lain the acts of forgiveness.
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