Undaunted pains of pleasure cease nothing,
For every stunt formation checks man's faith.
So far the bloods of the veins keep running...
Hope of the best expected will be birth.
As fertilized gametes shape into form;
Fetus more sensitive to aurora,
Good dilemma's moments shall see it come,
To rejoice the start via uterus porta.
Painstaking grace cares for all awful fears.
Perfect copy becomes a guise motive:
Though, tough groaning may come in lovely tears,
Most salvation to earth is combative.
The long awaiting young shall soon arrive,
Great jubilance past agonies revive!
Today I decided to block a poet
To date I have only blocked three
My style is wild and I know it
But I was accused of AI poetry
I didn’t exchange nor feel ashamed
An honest purple poet I am
For some on this site rage baiting a game
It only works if you give a damn
Just because my energy is love
Rather than to stubbornly fight
I focus on creating from energy above
And lift up poets and comments with light
I enjoy each person’s opinion here
We all have a right to express and choose
But on my God I do no fear
If you’re combative I will cut you loose
I’m not even the best writer
To be accused of being AI
Simply must be a sad fighter
For I block them out my life
“Turn the page!”
Beth begged, the almighty’s rage
“Is this a real combative stage?
Released from its contained cage?
Prayed her questionnaire
Wondering if anyone cared
Teed off a bit
Beth held back, throwing a fit
Instead, she headed towards the links
Goal, pondering and think
This is a fairway
To live a day
Make it to the green
Only a dream
Find the pin
Earn a win
Knowing it takes a nice drive
Along with a cry
Screaming ‘what fore’
Let’s show war
The door
Peace should reign
Enjoying this parfect game
Where eagles and birdies, never blame
Or complain
Fortune and fame
As a hazard instigating pain
In human to human interaction,
when our heart’s expectation is betrayed,
as the feeling of deep hurt gains traction,
our consciousness contracts, we feel dismayed
and the glow in our heart begins to fade,
so to heal ourselves we need to forgive,
overcoming ego’s thoughts combative,
invoking grace, raising our vibration,
that the past erased, in joy we may live,
feeling again love’s reverberation.
The archer shooting his arrow without hesitating,
the musician effortlessly improvising,
the singers seamlessly blending,
the speaker clearly enunciating.
It's not about being lazy or passive
or being forceful or combative.
Nothing unnecessary or artificial,
it's about being spontaneous and natural,
coming from an inner elemental source...
like water finding its course.
Sodden residue forms a slippery grin,
asperous fingers caress so gently.
You tilted my neck to get a word in,
the alien touch is so foreign to me.
I’m so used to things that are vicious,
this method comes off a bit too benign.
You possess me as if I am precious.
My titanium side is extremely assertive,
but I have so much softness to give.
You mix telepathy with a mandolin,
this dimension of language a key.
Connection gets a seraphic spin,
that tenderness translates to carefree.
Becoming acquainted with courageous,
our two spirits merge and intertwine.
I no longer feel believing is treacherous.
In the past I have been so combative.
Now with peace? I am frankly, explosive.
Many fathers have been endowed with good traits.
They help to build strong families and communities.
I have considered ten attributes worthy of note,
taken from the Biblical story of the prodigal son.
1. Good fathers are understanding
2. Good fathers are accommodating
3. Good fathers are not controlling
4. Good farmers overflow with wisdom
5. Good fathers have hearts that are
always prepared for reconciliation
6. Good fathers choose battles that win wars
7. Good fathers are not afraid of family opposition
8. Good fathers do not frustrate but celebrate and
embrace all of their children
9. Good fathers are great listeners
10.Good fathers are not combative or
confrontative.
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The obscenely convincing,
have arrived in their stealth mobiles.
We are made to unmake-belief,
to regurgitate Saran wrapped words.
Wide-eyed we watch the spreading creep
of windowless thought-factories.
Druids rage for the loss of their tongues.
Magic dragons puff obesely
and cannot now climb their spines.
Combative batmen tussle
with spitting cats.
It all makes no-sense, and yet
we know the fantasy is built
on self-destructing concrete,
we see now how red lipstick
smothers us with a smirk
in the dark.
Too late to run for cover.
Even as we slumber
the mother of all bombs
gives birth to yet more
pre-packaged fictions.
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
What I saw was only left or right
Reflecting a nation irreparably divided
With no desire to again be united
I longed for a touch, just a touch, of awareness
An admission that ‘I might once have been wrong’
What I witnessed was unbridled aggression
From each side, a fiercely combative song
I searched for a hint of humility
A confession: ‘Maybe I don’t have all the solutions’
What I beheld was feisty defiance
Candidates lip-syncing dubious science
I hungered for clear answers to questions
A yes that’s a yes, a no that’s a no
What I heard was ‘MY agenda is what to invest in’
Implied was ‘To hell’s where YOUR question can go…’
I looked in America’s mirror tonight
silently praying for some kind of light
What looked back was darkling belligerence
accompanied by saber-rattling dissonance
I'm usually quite upbeat in all my poems
So why should is this one be different
Going to make an attempt to come down off my cloud
And stop pretending everybody loves everybody
I'm certainly aware of the ills of the world
These constant flareups that have been happening
Since the very dawn of civilization
As a member of the human race
I'm certainly not proud of our record
Of constant conflict somewhere in this world of ours
They say us guys are very territorial
If that's the case, we'll never be able to coexist
With people of different colour, language and customs
We are bound to clash
It's quite natural to have differences
But why do these differences have to lead to war
Why can't we sit down as civilized people
And solve our differences
We humans are a combative bunch at the best of times
But the average person in the street
Doesn't want war, just wants to live their life in peace
Provide for their family and go about their business
All we want is to be happy
IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK
ANGER can be very threatening in its expression
Such ANGER can be laden with a negative motive
ANGER can come in a different shade and situation
Some ANGER may or not be seen as effective
Some ANGER may leave little to the imagination
Some ANGER may lodge inside and remain passive
Good ANGER may be seen as righteous indignation
Such ANGER gives birth to things constructive
Bad ANGER may be expressed as indignant frustration
Such ANGER breeds things that are destructive
Some ANGER displays the level of our maturation
Some ANGER breeds violence and is combative
He’s both a vampire and a gentleman,
she longed to be a bride of the shadows;
They connected on a wooden dance floor;
To her he appeared perfect medicine;
How combative he was everyone knows,
no matter the rumors she just wants more;
Going to him right now would feel so good,
secure she was the woman that he chose;
This was like nothing she had felt before,
exploring the world as his wife she would
adore.
When I'm physically no longer part of this world
But look down on what's left behind
The eternal hatred that will exist here forever
I'm really and truly of two minds
I'll miss my loved ones and wish them good fortune
But a feeling of sadness fills my heart
The nature of man has always been combative
From way back when it all had its start
Why do we possess this overpowering need
To destroy all that man has achieved
There's no rhyme or reason for acting this way
Except for selfish ones perceived
An intense desire to own other men's treasures
In the name of all that is holy
To kill and maim and destroy man's icons
Methinks its jealousy only
When I'm physically no longer part of this world
But look down on what's left behind
A feeling of sadness will overcome my soul
As I pray for the love of mankind
What drives a man to spend time
All alone in the woods, there's no cure
Many TV programs are devoted to this subject
Don't the understand the allure
To each his own is a famous saying
For years man has longed for tranquility
A peace and quiet of living alone with nature
The allure is gracefully achieved
Nothing can match this joy of peace
D'ya think this great day will ever happen
Man has been a combative beast to start with
It has really made me sadden<>
I'm usually quite upbeat in all my poems
So why should is this one be any different
Going to make an attempt to come down off my cloud
And stop pretending everybody loves everybody
I'm certainly aware of the ills of the world
These constant flareups that have been happening
Since the very dawn of civilization
As a member of the human race
I'm certainly not proud of our record
Of constant conflict somewhere in this world
They say us guys are very territorial
If that's the case, we'll never be able to coexist
With people of different colour, language and customs
We are bound to clash
It's quite natural to have differences
But why do these differences have to lead to war
Why can't we sit down as civilized people
And solve our differences
We humans are a combative bunch at the best of times
But the average person on the street
Doesn't want war, just wants to live their life in peace
Provide for their family and go about their business
All we want is to be happy
“Is this too much to ask?”
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