I long to ink the sunrise pink,
whilst heeling tall on sailboat deck.
I drink the blue impassioned drink.
I long to ink the sunrise pink,
Coerce the sun with brilliant wink,
Infuse the dawn with fluid peck.
I long to ink the sunrise pink,
whilst heeling tall on sailboat deck.
Quatern is such a perfect verse
From poets we would never curse
Just eight syllables in a line
Written so they’re sweeter than wine
Written so our hearts might rehearse
Quatern is such a perfect verse
Filled with light, life and precious love
A poem of joy from above
Often words seem to fit just right
Stealing the show, lighting the night
Quatern is such a perfect verse
Written by souls who won’t coerce
Just four stanzas reveal a plan
a poem before we began
not a word the heart can reverse
Quatern is such a perfect verse
If batters do always stumble we will curse
If chances fumble don’t tease be adverse
Crumble if new ways to play won't traverse
If wickets tumble please don’t be so averse
Converse chaps humble perhaps rehearse
Bumble & us mumble alright grumble ..terse
Coerce if in a jumble must be more diverse
Perverse rumble in hollow Bazball universe
Reverse don't have to follow chapter & verse
Pom aliens can pilfer from the Australians laden purse
Bashes heirs to their nations flair reputations do nurse
Or flashes of crashes in another Ashes clashes hearse
Robbed by the hobnobbed Baz Ben & Bobbed curse
As a loving father I only desire
My children to have the very best.
In so many ways I assure you of this
Even when my love is under test.
My Son is teaching earthwide right now
How you can enjoy happier days,
How applying the principles he shares
Benefits you in varying ways.
In part his name is, "Prince of Peace"
For this he will accomplish.
"He', will 'bring an end to wars" on Earth.
Each conflict he will finish.
For what I feel towards you,
And will never change in me,
"Are thoughts of peace', and of your future
'Not of calamity."
To achieve true peace and security
We all must work together.
I will not tolerate disruption
And lack of love forever.
The answers are here and you will find
That of peace you'll be a part
If you follow the guidance I give through my Son
And you obey it with your heart.
I do not force or coerce you
To listen to my voice.
As reminded, I gave you all free will
For you each to make your choice.
The date is set and my Son is poised
To rid the Earth of evil.
Are you ready for a perfect, peaceful life,
Your life according to my will?
(Psalm 46:9; Isaiah 9:6; Jeremiah 29:11)
The Master is resource
Not me
I do my service for a fee
I am neither client
Nor workforce
I ain't the source
I am the Force
I'm Source
This faulty government of yours
Attempts my Navy to coerce
I'll use the force
I swear
I will use the Force
And I won't have any remorse
For this
As such the function is Defense
We bear not fall to offense
Contingent plan ruins prediction
I rather do prefer the fission
I want to change subject of the indiction
I wanna drop specific firms the box
Says Ox
Addressing the vocabulary
Of the Journalism
So what's your algorithm
VS complexity of Army
Your cyber isn't really way
To farming
I believe
Shall you be giving all to them
And feel yourself as modest servant
If church implant within your SERVICE
Determined as the diversant
To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!
Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth
Depression came to hurt me
Riding in a hearse
With putrid, rank, heavy breath
And the promise of a curse,
Stealing my faith and energy
Injecting all things perverse
Planting fears like wheat inside me
To coerce a harvest so averse.
Happiness went AWOL
And lethargy held me down.
Like a sinking ship tossed in a squall
I was bound to drown.
There is no way home
When your spirit is torn away,
Just plans to parle with Mr. Doom
Like a wretchedly desperate castaway.
Somewhere I got permission for remission from my plight.
Somehow I found the will to stay in the fight.
Perhaps it was my wife or a celestial light
But I shutter to think, I may be cast, back into that dark night.
A rose as it grows has no cute little nose
Has no voice that can drive a man wild
Has no eyes to ensnare any man who looks there
Has no cheeks that might flush if he smiled
No saunter, no wiggle, no fun little giggle
No sharp and intelligent mind
No power to make any timid man wriggle
No humour, no shapely behind ;-)
No way to say yes to a white wedding dress
No way to agree to be mine
No way can a rose hold a candle to you
Though a rose can be rather divine
So a rose can coerce many men into verse
For a rose has its own beauty too
Yet a rose that you chose for your bouquet or hair
Shall take mere second billing to you
Maybe I’m too simple
or too shallow
but I’m not angry.
What’s wrong with me?
I was trying to think
of someone I hate,
Jews, CIS guys, republicans,
palestinians, blacks, democrats,
the left handed, authority figures,
central americans, parents, vagrants,
the usual suspects, but I’m coming up empty
Things aren’t perfect
don’t get me wrong
I’ve got a pug nose
a flat chest
a giant forehead
and too much work to do
but I’m trying my best—
Worse yet, I’ve no plummeting anxieties
no obvious neurosis
—that one could be a misdiagnosis
no painful hangnails
no sad life tales
no addictions to defend
or hated ex-boyfriends
I have no emo hooks to pin my verse.
no current melodramas to cozen and coerce
between you and me, I think I’m off the rails
It’s really no wonder my poetry pales.
Yeah, that’s what’s wrong with me.
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Songs for this:
Gee, Doctor by Dimie Cat
Sweet Lovin' (feat. Anna-Luca & Iain Mackenzie) by Club des Belugas
Do unto others as you'd have done to you.
Real is what you can not buy.
Eye for an eye.
Watch the explosions brew.
No one takes in account for their actions though.
People try to groom and coerce.
They wanna see you in a hearse.
God forbid if you wear a halo.
It's a trap!
No one to care.
It's there.
Zap!
Legions on the prow.
They act like angels.
But they're devils.
It's a lie, even the vow.
There's supposed to be an out break of bluetounge in cows?
It started in Sandwich in Kent, reports allow! I heard if it
Last year, its no threat to humans to contract' it does not
Affect their produce, say vets' yet their movement is stopped now such
A thing' makes me 'wonder are experts?' Fishing somewhat? Looking for problems..Bad news anything.! That could work?
To coerce scare or just plain frighten.? Beause free livings
(The sin!) Will it (be all take care?) go carefull? Mind the air
Breath stale breath back in? Send more tax cash to ukraine or
Where ever.? Thats the way we stop death.?? As more
Flourides in the water, aluminium seeded in the sky.' oh my breath'
And don't listen or watch alternative media screens, do you ever
Wonder why.? Why more people are dying than in 2019.!
Why Reiner Füellmichs in prison? For raising funds.? On
( on trumped up type charges?) To me it looks an obscene one?
And there have always been dr's; to help us on our way.'
mengle and shipman theres a host..' I could mention?
So whats new; should we say??
Somehow it seems the poems do not pass muster
The words a swirling dance that will not cluster
They deem themselves alone to be the fulcrum
That lets the lever lift them from the hum-drum
And midst the overflowing verse – coerce
The pen to change its ever-destined course
And drop a not so nearly rhyming line
Though Shakespeare dropped one in from time to time
Thus, do I sit like Howdy’s Mister Bluster
Grumbling in metronomic fluster
Tapping out the pentagrams iambic
Trembling beneath my use-less panic
Thus do I shout: “Damn Shakespeare’s sonnet”
Were I a dog I think I’d pee upon it
Unconditional Love is free,
To give an opinion,
To forgive,
To seek to understand,
To be a sounding board,
To bring hope,
To commend,
To bring laughter,
To spread joy,
To show kindness,
To sit in silence,
To walk alongside,
To pave the way.
It is not free to demand,
To coerce,
To expect,,
To only say yes,
To gossip,
To snap back,
To go against its nature,
To give false hope,
To make light of a situation,
To lead astray,
To be unkind,
To give up,
To give in to unreasonable requests,
To make it about itself,
To put time limits.
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Lean back, unwind, and simply relax,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Stars, such romantic notions coerce
your spirit to take it to the max;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Unpredictable may appear adverse,
so does the symmetry of comet tracks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Harboring a closed mind is the reverse,
her lucid dreams for us lie in stacks;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe;
Being tied to gravity is a curse,
there is a dimension the Earth lacks;
Close your eyes promise not to rehearse;
Within insane fantasies immerse
you’ll taste the genius of maniacs;
It’s so easy to explore the Universe,
close your eyes promise not to rehearse.
(for CFD, 1944–2023)
Something blinked inside my soul
I used to be half but now I’m whole
To me, the diamond ring is coal –
That’s purity of thought
A bend in the river, a chill in the night
A martial plan to coerce right –
All these things that will the fight
Will one day already be fought
‘Cause I want love
And I want security
But if couldn’t have another thing,
Baby, give me purity
Prometheus and Christ were pure
Over pain’s cliffs and hills, they endured
If a river is cloudy, you can’t be sure
Anything will ever be caught
Yes I want love
And I’ll take security
But if I could only have one thing,
Baby, let it be purity
And now my father is in the urn
The things he taught, I’ve tried to learn
While deep in me, a molten memory burns
Where purity’s steel is wrought
‘Cause he showed love
Resisted security
And spoke to me about the ultimate path
That’ll lead me straight to purity
He led me straight to purity.
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