Clarity is pivotal i affirm,
when sowing seeds of knowledge,
grey clouds of blurred waffle,
confuse and confound,
urgent student quest,
so frustrated by slovenly,
speech and incoherence,
verbose rambling is anthema,
the scourge of earnest erudition,
teachers, parents, tutors,
hark my heartfelt pleading,
simple words, sentences, stanzas,
demystify intricate tangled webs,
please extol simplicity’s rich heritage
A mouse in our house did confound,
Who crept about without a sound,
He ate all our cheese,
And custard with ease,
Leaving nothing for us to be found.
His roaming through alleys in town,
He’d become very well known around,
His tail quite bent,
His poor ears where rent,
The cat had chased out the hound.
He came to our door very thin,
He was happy to sit there within,
He was no clown,
Around the town,
He sat quietly planning where to begin.
When we had gone off to sleep,
He was ready to earn his keep,
There would be no fair match,
If the mouse he did catch,
While the house lay in silence so deep.
There once was a cat known as Busted,
Whose hunting was sharp and well trusted,
With a flick of his tail,
He was on the trail,
He ensured that mouse had been busted.
340.
The Revenge of Match Girl
Never will I allow myself to die in this dim zone
Though the snowy night freezes me to the bone
I will not expire this way all alone!
Come with me my selfish & cold community
As I warm your houses alongwith thee
You also deserve to burn alongwith me!
So rise now, oh match girl and show them your wrath
This is the moment to bring this town to its blood bath
Add pain, subtract life, multiply death, divide homes – perfect math!
Oh little matches, let's begin with this dry barn – our chance
Let us confound these creatures from exit to entrance
Dodge with my army of flames as they try to advance
From house to house as we paint the town red
Like the fires of hell, like the blood of head
Like the wrath of volcano, like roses on bed
Burn! Leave no trace of this rotten civilization
This is the night of its fated extinction
Watch the Revenge of Match Girl in fullest demonstration!
-02/19/2015
(Dumarao)
*Opposite Endings Collection
The bombs rain down Iran do pound
Because of renowned nuclear mound
We know no warheads will be found
Israel America forever together bound
Self crowned as another nation downed
Who are the terrorists it does confound
Veracity & truths are ruthlessly drowned
Audacity pretending the reason is sound
Mendacity as we see treason all around
Pugnacity and military rapacity abound
Hound everyone who's been browned
Might is always right so tightly wound
Astound taking moral higher ground
As I sit in the silence, by my choice,
I wait to hear, my favorite voice.
That gentle whisper, in the midst, you see,
as He begins speaking to me, in poetry.
I have my paper and my pen,
for I never know, when He will begin.
I write down, what He speaks to me,
and in each one, are truths you see.
Truths that makes life better, all the way around,
these truths were sought for, before they could be found.
They all may seem so simple, till you try to do,
but as you work through them, they become a part of you.
Things are not always, as they seem to be,
so I write about them, in my poetry.
He took the foolish things, to confound the wise,
as the truths they twist, just to make them lies.
He takes the smallest things, to overpower the strong,
as He makes right, where we once were so wrong.
He wants us to see Him, as a Father, because He cares,
and in words of poetry, His love He shares.
If you believe in God, then you know my words are true,
for the words in my poetry, is a confirmation, to you.
You know exactly, what I mean you see,
because He is a Father, to both you and me!
life on Planet Earth
constant change to death from birth
defining the worth
a one time event
an existence much like rent
was such time well spent?
who and what are we
no trivial pursuit be
despite pedigrees
following all rules
of cultures, creeds, states and schools
leaves us useful tools
decrees which confound
class contradictions abound
vague questions resound
deftly inserting
words bent upon subverting
soon turn diverting
safety long has been
in knowing what lies within
defining of sin
anger can erupt
when greed fuels the corrupt
regret won't disrupt
while shrinking life’s scope
truth soon became power’s trope
belief defeats hope
change has run its course
when disconnected from source
of life giving force
existence is free
lies within state of what be
forms reality
God speaks only to my friends,
though an invitation, I extend.
Always ready to confound,
it's the Devil, comes around.
P.S.
Perhaps, it's since, when I do good,
I praise myself, not who I should,
and, when I should feel some shame,
it's the Devil I would blame.
If we abide in the Self, we are free,
else trapped in narrow cravings, we are bound,
so unshackling presence from our mind tree,
external impulses do not confound,
for we are at all times, in bliss mists drowned.
May we shine as Self, by day and by night,
commingled with fragrance of bliss delight.
intuition
abounds
brevity
Implicit
understood
spreads
beyond
originality
ingrained
linguistic
tendencies
in
essence
plainly
revealed
the
surreal
emerges
to
confound
Dark Horse run.
Truth can stun
Please don't shun.
Father's son.
Foes surround
Mists confound
One last sound
Black Hawk down.
Soul on fire
Quench desire
Won't pay your price
Soul on ice.
Smear my name
crying shame
cleanse the stain
off track train.
Scandal loose
Can't have truce
Grab at Spruce
jump caboose.
No eagles’ nest,
No place to rest.
Gave my best—
Failed the test.
Atlas shrugged
World unplugged
Blood red sun
Dark Horse run.
The scale of right and wrong tilts gently with the weight of intent.
No gold nor crown can sway a will that seeks to harm or heal.
The measure of goodness lies in the gush after just decision.
People feel goodness in tremors, not in the thunder of applause.
A single act of kindness steadies the soul more than virtue's roles.
It measures itself with the warmth that lingers after the gaze fades.
All things align when compassion gathers scattered truths of being.
Division is the shadow cast to confound — when truth skips its lines.
Goodness sings clearly when tuned to bring harmony to opposites.
Not all that glows is measurable, yet light knows its proper depth.
Even a candle can tutor the night in the art of grace.
Goodness is the light that softens, not blinds, the eyes that seek it.
Goodness is a magnetic compass arm, afloat upon a pond.
Its needle swings towards mercy, humming attuned to caring.
Goodness is a two-step dance synced to align with the beat.
Once, in Autumn
I was sitting on the ground,
Autumn breezes all around.
An admirer of nature unbound,
I watched sparrows flutter down.
They wandered all around;
Then I heard a sound—
The crisp yellow leaves
Touching the ground.
A precious moment, I found.
In the sky, I saw
The healing of all wounds,
A softness the season crowned.
I remembered a heart
Once drowning in the pond;
I looked deep—now it was crowned.
I felt autumn, once in my life, profound.
The heap of leaves on a grassy mound—
I found no more puzzles that could make me confound.
I felt His love resound;
The majestic nature made me astound.
Written by
Mishquat Fatima
YOU’RE NO FRIEND OF MINE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh scale! You’re no friend of mine
a constant reminder of the weight I desire
You whisper secrets in my unwilling ear,
of all that's lacking, a never-ending quest for perfection.
Your numbers dance upon your face so bright,
a dizzying maze of digits that confound and confuse.
I resist your grasp, your hold so tight,
for in your depths, I see only an endless fight.
I see a battle to conform, to fit the mold,
to sacrifice my soul, my heart, my internal gold.
Oh, scale you’re no friend of mine, I cry,
for you’re cold and calculating with your digital truth.
You ignore the beauty of imperfection, the charm of flaws,
the uniqueness that makes my spirit unique.
You see only the surface, not my heart,
a shallow reflection of my beauty within.
Oh, scale! You’re no friend of mine.
latent muted newfound observations, quests raging
bemuse our heart and confound the mind
maverick ego is at play again
inducing cravings we must leave behind
beguiled, confused, depraved ego feels guilty
such pangs of conscience usher dawn
entering silence the ripples cease
betwixt bliss beat’s rise we are reborn
prayerfully quiet radiant soul tames umbrage
deeming thought forms as but illusion
thus by doing nothing at all
flame of our innocence exits delusion
delightful empowering favours God Himself infuses
bliss magnetism cascading in feeble form
on choosing to shed our resistance
heart’s swept away in love’s benign storm
Exploration!
Confound?
In your exit!
Out myself?
"While Lancaster assumes the role"
News and filming
My first conviction times, bold.
Losing renewal values
Abundantcy people on a crime
I'm sure of that much
When I'm in the business transaction, okay and your going?
Off the call.
It ends in you called yourself back, I'm fine.
Freedom from film in French
Just getting to france takes hello's!
Ahoy!
French Prisoners
Kevin and the Irish actress stay put
Get Lara's the news
Lara's in the system, finally.
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