And they will be filled with tears...
Is the follow up Johnny plays
After dedicating me my song,
It was number 1 this day in 1976
He told me as
I showed him iou Johnny,
Page 291
And told him about
Funny dummy dip
But,
It's too sad,
The tears on the first line
Reflect my own
As tina sang loudly
In this place of happy people
Who
Undoubtedly
Would not spot my tears,
Nor know the reason...
Music
's no good without you.
A stare with the idea of coming love,
To build and design with simplicity;
By care, cheer, and choice as the one above-
To care for her taste's specificity.
Warmth of her heart, shines...
The regards of my mind's shrines
That love's worship dines.
A stare of imperfect realistic show,
That displays raw empathy within flaws...
Grows intent with fearless thrill to forego
Every scar shaping past, silence withdraws.
Money brings extent-
Depth issues warning torment,
Choice did not resent.
A stare with dedicating reflection,
Around heavy commitments offered game
To play such cum disappointing rejection,
When love no longer but feel learned cum shame.
Complexities cough,
Simplicity seems so rough...
To redeem love's tough.
A stare of loyalty not only beep,
But also calls for sweet invitation
My eyes can't reject but honour to keep...
Conflicting tests strengthening adaptation.
Lower, lower, dear
Your daring stare is so rear,
For my eyes to sneer.
Flowered patios,
admired for their charm,
Andalusian patios lovingly cared for.
As new-born babies
that Andalusian women take care of
with gentleness, dedicating
their time with the same devotion
to as a baby who needs attention.
Beauty with big eyes
that shines in a blind world
to old emotions.
Patios of my Andalusia,
you sow joy in front of
the ones who feel love
for those old ladies,
whose lives flow among your cares.
I wish you would always live
Andalusian ladies!,
so that our eyes
could delight those magical patios,
full of colors and dedication.
Every flower has your name
written on it, every new wrinkle
on your face is the effort
of your everyday's passion.
I'm constantly thinking about
the fear of the uncertain tomorrow...
not being able to gain strength
and conquer it with a mind so narrow.
Living in solitude wasn't too pleasant
it deepens if there's no control over it;
in this lonely dimension I grew up,
with a philosophy of a loveless pup!
I often wished for amorous affections,
dedicating myself to my chosen one;
did it materialize or vanished as others
did to allow a freedom without any desire?
Time doesn't slow down for concessions,
it turns into a violent and devastating twister
that leaves a desolate land to future dangers...
warning the living that nothing will glister!
Whoever plans the future with great expectations
will certainly know delusion, a taste of bitterness;
while the fear for the uncertain tomorrow grows:
can prayers offer hope and relieve the pain of a loss?
Youth is a period without commitment,
most prefer the thrill of adventure over ties;
the family word is a very distant thought...
that's when carelessness meets all dangers!
I'm searching for that true woman
who's ready to give herself entirely to me,
who can listen to an unbeliever's plea;
I prefer the sweet taste of honey, not sour lemon...
I had enough of painful lies and despised bitterness,
what would really make me happy is togetherness!
I can't deceived naive hearts and male them bleed,
I've bled enough myself to use this trick on others;
God, forgive me I was selfish, defending my creed...
my conscience has waken me up to right my wrongs!
I'm searching for that true woman,
why do I hesitate to charm her
and put a gold ring on her finger?
It's awesome to have someone to own!
I'm searching for that true woman;
could she possibly be you or someone else?
I'm searching for that true woman...
dedicating myself to her and end pretense!
Prison is more than what meets the eye,
Her beauty is more than what meets the eye.
I don’t want to be a third wheel, just you and I.
No one can type without pressing you and I.
Prisoners we all are despite being free.
Some might be behind bars, some in bars.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Age is not a qualification to be a prisoner,
So is masturbation, when one is addicted to it.
So is a disease, cult and finally death.
All which can’t be controlled by drugs which are taken hourly.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Marriage, by choosing to marry, we commit our lives to one person,
We sign up for a life sentence.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Careers we choose dedicating our time and energy to,
Building and constructing its foundation day and night.
Through blood and sweat we pump our energy.
As staff, corporate members, politicians, innovators, artists and many more.
Our career clocks tick from seconds to minutes to years to decades.
I say again prisoners we all are despite being free.
Heartfelt
Tuneful feeling
Singing of devotion
Dedicating my truest love
Sincere
Sponsor : JCB Brul
Contest Name : Song of my heart
15/5/2023
SPREADING HAPPINESS
Spreading happiness is root of civilization.
Peerless pearly passion to initiate happiness.
Rapture rolls in making people cheerful.
Enjoy best spreading happiness.
Amazing soothing serene sublime sensation.
Devoting, dedicating to distribute happiness considering as duty.
Intense desire and attempt for others to feel happy.
Noblest approach of humanity.
Great means to be happy bringing happiness for others.
Holy heart hankers to help others.
Angelic approach to see smiling face of others.
Prime quality of human nature .
Pure pristine emotion.
Ingenious urge not mere compassion.
Never indulging selfishness.
Enabling persons to overcome grief.
Selflessness is first step to spread happiness.
Supreme satisfaction in making people happy.
03\26\23
Spreading Happiness
Second place.
Contest by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
After ten years a night like this,
when I will be in my late thirty's;
with a healed heart and maintained smile,
I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined.
I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents',
I will be laughing for wasting months and years over my imprudence.
I will be laughing for dedicating them saucy love poems.
Maybe I will be reading them aloud but I will not be feeling the same.
Those breathless nights will be gone.
I no longer be keen to do constant adorn.
Those traitors shall be anxious to get back me,
but I shall not feel the same pace of glee.
I shall be celebrating my birthday without mourn.
Because till then I shall admit this that 'Winners Stands Alone.'
My Valentine
I love you Dear, since we met,
can't surmise whether you appreciate or not.
You may love me when you wish.
I will wait and wait:
I am for you ! My Valentine !
On my crush I am restless
trying to win your heart dedicating my amour
You may love me when you wish,
You are serene, pristine: My Valentine !
I am keen to approach you.
I wish to voice my heart felt thought:
Waiting to listen to you
the sweetest sentence ' I love you .'
Please do speak : Sweet Valentine !
You look calm and quiet
I talk a lot but you remain silent
I will wait as I know, you are bound to reciprocate
You will love me fulfilling my wish.
Please be mine ! Sweet Valentine !
11\18\22
Valentine Gift Card Creation
Third Place
Contest by Bobby May
Jh jh jh
Smile a little
Jump a little
Hop hop hop
Jh jh jh
Laugh a little more
Dance a little more
Ye ye ye
Jh jh jh
Cry seldom
Clap often
Clap clap clap
Jh jh jh
Sing when the sun rises
Sing when the sun sets
Jh jh jh
Drink juice not wine.
Eat a plate of rice
Live a Queen size
Even when your purse got no money.
Be glad Be You
Dedicating this simple poem to my friend JH. With whom I can not be serious. We are an adult with childlike character. This is written only to make her smile, bz she's going through hard times. 27/09/2022 (Tuesday)
Holding on to past flames
like hate for an enemy
Drowning in what was said
more clingy to what was felt
You
the starring of my dreams
the best nightmare
and still I am
dedicating my heart to you
I bleed through my pages
In my thoughts of you
whilst you give love
to lovers more deserving
and less to my own
Damned I am
Stupid in mind
Wishful
to still call you
mine
Judge Jackson, what can I say? As one Black woman to another I am so proud. You will make a difference. That God has wrapped in you a model to follow to the grave. You and Kamala are the first ladies in very powerful positions. It is the best that I have lived through the sixties with no hope to the two thousands to see a Black President and now a women as Vice President and you a Supreme Court Judge.
I have made a Greeting Card and I am dedicating it to you. America has made a great day today. And Hope for tomorrow too. Congatulations to you - Judge Ketanji Brown Jackson.
Those who saw prairies bloom
Remember well the dams he built
Filling their abundant reservoirs
Growing harvests they cherished
Being the only bridge they had
Standing over turbulent streams.
When the nights reign moonless
And clouds churn mighty storms
Most people still remember him
As ray of light when they were lost
For he was their only lighthouse.
His words enlightened their hearts,
His actions charted pristine paths,
Defying fiercely allure of wrongs
Sacred was the sermon he doled out,
Illustrious was he~ held in regard.
Though he’s gone, he left his mark,
Some have heard his clarion call,
Inspired to follow in his footsteps,
Planting the seeds of his message,
Carrying his torch~ seeds to harvest.
Esteemed is their beneficent voice
Tolling of selflessness and sacrifice,
Dedicating to others purpose of life
Alleviating sufferings of human plight;
Keeping the flame of goodwill alive
Trekking through rains and clouds
Leading the way, guiding how to find
The rainbow on other side of sky.
March 17, 2022
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand 1092
Placed 2nd: Being A Light To Others Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Self-suppression
Of feasting and drinking beyond the road.
Conflicts and dissonance over the load
Trembling in the face of the tide, of youth age
Thoughts altogether are the sign of the rage
Prisoner of desire in a locked cage.
What if one claims to be a sage?
Fails among the average, but blurry beige
It's the act of dedicating oneself to a life of carnage.
One's heart is racing and his feet are pounding, as they search for
The taste of the sweet, becomes all the sour.
Skipping, sleeping through, and failing to complete the chore
Waiting for twilight to fall on the door.
On the head of me the dusk is to fall
It’s just a demand, why, why for?
Not quite, but on the inside
One must deceive oneself so as to hide.
. .
. .
. .
……Ksanet Brhane (peace of mind)…..
13/02/2022
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