Best Via Poems
Of writing she's got it, simply read her writes
Lines flowing into lines her words delight
Intelligence with aplomb, crafted so
Viewing leads to smiles our eyes bestow
Elegance via quill, generates, grows
Each and every theme written by she
Launched by her mind to every degree
Outstanding use of forms I so agree
Interesting differences, learnings desired
Sharing others cultures, so inspired
A heart of hearts, that will never grow tired
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Reading alone gets wit and wisdom,
Wide reading increases knowledge,
We can learn a lot by that process,
That only paves the way for growth.
We must make a note of all the books
That World calls as a treasure to hold
And we must acquire them shrewdly
And widen our knowledge brilliantly
As one grows, reading gets narrowed
For innumerable reasons to quote
Main is poor eyesight that blocks
One's reading power immensely
One easiest way to grasp the essence
Is by reading the quotes of great men,
Their distilled wisdom when is learned,
Our wit reaches its pinnacle admirably
Quotes are made with greatest thought
To tell the longest story in few words,
The time taken to read them is less,
We can read at any time, anywhere!
Reading a large number of super quotes
Rinses brain in the ocean of philosophy,
We become great masters of thinking,
Our words contain the best ideas easily
When one grows aged, strain is more,
Especially the eyes lose their power,
Endurance is also seriously affected,
Under such a condition, quotes help
Brief quotes easily remove one's grief,
They stun the World by their simplicity,
By mastering them, we reign supreme,
Our mind is filled with enormous wit
So, reading big books is no doubt fine,
If we have the power and proper mindset,
But, reading quotes will bring huge rewards,
Just twenty of them will elevate our thoughts
Reading habit must be ever continued,
We must constantly develop our brain,
We must equip it for doing useful acts,
Reading is the basis for any great feat!
A man sought advice for his pains that persist.
Was told to see Gracie the cute pharmacist;
Built up so much his ego
He bypassed John’s gazebo,
Cured by the blue pill for his flacciditis.
19 July 2015
Note: My own take on the Trending Topic Started by Jack, Eve, Jan and JOhn
Stymied synergistic stoolcumers synchronized
of gifted glib galb garbage run of mouth
nicotine rings of one night
no promise quickly spilled
ever taxed gestured pocket
pool. tandem coulpling random
access eye spew askances for a
tainted night glow. Weak whitewine
whispers office yupslugs curtaling on a
Friday nnite feeding rampage
cock'll doodle do ya, hopefully, fixed
******l trans plant stilted blue
libidious carneverous ego ectascies
exaggerate trip the gonad fantasy fantastic
click, click, click, scrape,
click females ina crowd leave ina crowd
***** puffers everywhere cancer
croonies suck lips with sunken jaw
jumping jill frenzy paste posted tooth
smiles--only gum grin where prohibited
white collar/blue collar share a
once beer of sorts, while linley smoke
figures haunt backwards in a sitdown dismal
denial comedy for the no show waitresses
geese gatheing empty of poignant personality
through bar riers of in-finite age range ripe
rituals for meta phor women to the restroom!
The plot hair thickens. my lungs hurt from watchexisting
Blue suit sancturary slugs offer office onslaughts through
oppulent openings via perservance in a temperate tampon
express meal head long into a pubic partisian oblivion?
True bar tintilation touting tempting tidbits of tumultious
temptations tilting time, tantilizing tremors, tracking
tricks of professional preference and sexosocial sinny
secular satisfaction. Gomer Pyle just pissed by.
Judy, Judy, Judy. Poor Judy.
occular preferences occlude
Gossip and slander
destroys, like cracked bone china
never to remain
A journey into inner space, via Meditation .
In a relaxed state, of beauty, meditative reverie,
visions of you, upon crystal petals, came to me.
In this beautiful dance, across space – Meditation -
with you, I love to do, what fascination,
a subconscious projection, a visualization.
You in dance, upon crystal, lotus blossoms, towards me,
a translucent, crystal figure of pure light, for me to see.
You take me into your tender arms, connect.
We slip into each other, become as one, perfect
in every way, the dance begins and I know,
with every move, rainbow colours will flow
through us two, as one, from you, it begins to show
with every swirl, with every twirl, as all doth unfurl
and I, to you, am everything I would love to be,
this you would see, let yourself truly be, and with me,
take wing, soar high above, with me, fly free.
Free !, as we hope for the Red Tailed hawk we found.
Broken, injured, floundering upon the ground.
May she heal, her wing, her leg, become sound.
B. J. “A ” 2
April 21st, 2014
-I thought the Lord maybe meant to be mistreated-
I thought it has nothing to do with me
when I saw the Lord rolling in the dust agonizing
flogged by a Roman soldier; I was witnessing that
razor sharp lash cutting into His flesh felt not pangs of remorse.
When I was witnessing the Lord crawling on the raggedy way
leading to Calvary, wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross.
The Lord hardly opened His eyes because the blood from His forehead
entered to smart His eyes, He fell on the ground because of the weight
of the cross. Nonetheless, I thought it has nothing to do with me but it was
His own lot that He has to deal with.
When He cried out loudly for Father’s helping hands
from the cross, I was just another bystander who was thinking that
the Lord was a man who was forsaken by God and men; therefore,
I thought, He alone had to get right with His own destiny.
At the moment of the last breathe of the Lord
my eyes and His eyes met in the air:
“O my poor daughter!” His eyes seemed to imply,
“my bottomless sympathy towards you presses upon me
as an unbearable burden heavier than this cross.
I am taking all these mockeries, mistreatment and pains
only because I love you deeply my daughter, I am dying alone
as a forsaken soul only because I want to pay off all of your debts.”
For the first time, at that moment, I perceived that
I shouldn’t let it happened to my Lord, I shouldn’t
let Him go this way, but I should stretch my arms
to embrace the suffering Lord.
The Lord was gone with the unsightly horrible state,
you underwent insufferable miseries because of my flaws,
you alone, filled a cup with your tears because of my sins
and drank it, your limbs were torn to pieces because I was
wandering in the field of the fallen.
Learned so much know so little, feel in touch with the symbols
of the underground, profound insights into light and sound
i found, wisdom of a higher order, in the schism of the mind’s recorder.
What i’ve seen what i’ve heard about prying open the third.
I, said i’m not afraid to follow
Where the information goes my attention flows
Like the river-sky that nobody knows
Spinning round i found even deeper it goes.
Sometimes i wonder how i made it this far
Then i remember i’m an awesome examplar
Destined for greatness, reaching for stars
As visions of the future coincide with dreams of the past
i make sense of chaos, meaning of wonder
Not to let dualism tear me asunder, i cry
Why me, right here right now?
Is there any balance to be found?
In the world, dark as night light as day, listen to me when i say:
It’s OK. To let go of what you know is crucial to a brighter tomorrow.
Empty the cup, fill the heart, have a blank slate and restart
No fear, build it back up, shed a tear for your handywork
Formless like water i think you really ought to
Know what it’s like on the border between fire and ice
Yin and yang, see all things twice it’s a beautiful thang
To know eyes of gray see a bigger picture and the best of both worlds where lies will never get ya
Journey through the deep void, flying like an asteroid.
Annoyed. Ethereal like, a reality inside hidden in plain sight
Dismissed by academics, you know i just might
Have to lead a horse to water, force it to drink, if i could i’d take it to the brink
And the cutting edge of what it thinks, to diffuse, dissolve, and dismantle the bars, nets, and bonds
Holding in place illusions of waking life, stealing dreams as you sleep, intentional strife
Distracting, take no notice, center and ground, all ideas have value and virtue abound
Trust in the middle ground, flip a coin, take a leap
You never know what’s waiting round the corner, life is cheap
But time is short and is Love is brief so make the most of it
Make the right choice, despite the noise, hear the timid within
Use your voice, find your poise, be the spirit therein
Lead by example, a beacon for your peers
Chin up and throw away all the tears, negativity and doubts
Take Action. Be the change you want to see that’s what it’s all about.
© 2016 Ash: of the Grimshaw family – All Rights Reserved.
i saw that footprints
crossing through my heart
and i know it was you
and i feel it deeply
all that pain of your steps
killing me slowly
one by one...
Day`s growing longer, but life`s not too joyous...
Would like be glad — but expect ills, like always:
Upwards, beneath, from the turns anywhere -
Sod`s law is active, who knows it, who cares?
Deathcar, that tramps us with a handsome phrases
Black and white sides all the time he replaces -
Punished by God, and deprived of the mind,
Makes to believe, all he doing is right...
Life is more costly and more nauseating...
Wolves get more angry, and sheeps`s stronger shaking...
How many kind hearts`s here - it`s not too small,
But goodness is solving nothing of all...
It`s nevermind if the walls crushing suddenly...
Let someone die - nothing wrong – it was, it will be.
Any will cry and wear ? penitentials...
Death firstly sends, who is best - to ancestors...
Vainly been passed an historic experience...
We`re rolling down like a ball, game`s not serious...
To feudalism and wars internecine,
Serfage, obscurity, darkness of mind...
Next - to the Middles, with its superstition,
After - to the ancient slavish traditions
Knowingly chosen the way incorrect
?ossibly, soon in the caves we will back...
If it`s a people`s voice, who is concerning?
What`s a way, how do they know?
Ad paradisum via inferni -
We, all the same, have to go...
Is this improperly — please, do not tell it,
Better go home, try to sleep!
Ad paradisum via inferni -
Follow me, guys, follow me!
Everybody knows him as Alessandro,
the handsome gigolo of Via Veneto,
and his lucky charms he sells to many a gorgeous lady,
he approaches them and says,
" Mademoiselle, parle vous Francais?"
as he struggles with words, she replies,"Oui"
And he continues with a perfect accent, "Je t'ame!"
shocked by the womaniser, the slender French young woman
looks at him and starts to laugh with an entertaining wit;
but the gigolo insists, " Tu es tres belle!"
And the petite mademoiselle exclaims," Merci!"
How can his sexiness win him this French woman?
"Vouz habite a' Paris?" and smiling she nods
" Oui...a' Paris, a' Belleville..un quartier de Paris!"
and the gigolo continues, " Un bel androit!"
" Beau garcon,, est-ce que La Fontana di Trevi...
est loin dici? And Alessandro excitedly replied,"
" Ce ne'st pas loin!"... and with a sign laguage,
he pointed to his red Ferrari, ready to steal her away!
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Translation:
Mademoiselle, parle vous Francais?"/ Young lady, do you speak French?
Tu es tres belle/ You are beautiful
Vouz habite a' Paris?/ Do you live in Paris?
Qui...a' Paris, a' Belleville...un quartier de Paris!/
Here...in Paris, in Belleville...a quarter in Paris!/
Un bel androit!/ A beautiful place
Beau garcon, est-ce que La Fontana di Trevi...est loin dici?/
Pretty boy, where's the Trevi Fountain...is it far?
Ce ne'st pas loin/ not too far
In the deepest hole;
My hand raises the soul;
In the darkest night;
My torch bears the light.
In the midst of despair;
My kindness upholds the fair;
In the cruelest sorrow;
My salvation is a better tomorrow.
My name, your refuge;
My love, flowing deluge;
My home, your sanctuary;
My river, single estuary.
I am the way;
The itinerary of everyday;
I am the life;
The passion ending strife;
I am the truth;
The wisdom set forth.
when I close me eyes
a sparkle and surprise
doth shimmer down
all the way
to me thighs...
am I ?
the reason Y
yr here? concentrating
on the small stuff
while you drive
I'll steer...
I like yr relationship philosophy
as stated in yr profile,
and I'll leave a bunsen burner on
as to get reaction from yr smile!
for chemistry and biology
are separate subjects from
our alterior motives
that show If
yr the One....
I love these Ozark hills,
that lie amidst the rocks and hills.
The sunshine and rain, and harves of grain
and the call of the whipporwill,
The beautiful trees that sway with the breeze,
The neighbors are friendly and kind;
There's much to be had,
to make your heart glad;
and bring you peace of mind.
The beautiful rivers and lakes so blue,
and wildwood flowers of every hue;
You can fish and hunt to your heart's content
and relax at the close of day.
You can feel you have a wonderful life,
living the Ozark way.
My mind was ensnared by dizzying chains.
Vicious viruses not only heat veins,
they also threaten precious sanity.
My skull was filled with some sort of foggy
chill that imprisoned my thoughts from the page
and kept stimulus from my fleshy cage.
I could not sleep to dream, nor dream to write,
nor read poems or stories in my sight.
All my senses were consumed by nothing.
No reason for my reason remaining.