Upwards is his destination
Lost is his designation
No call from Stars above
No message of half-hearted love
Green reconnects with Red to combine
As our Smith relaxes his invisible spine
His journey so far has been to hone and refine
It is all he can muster, so far out of line
No matter his blindness, he saunters past
The Fire's Cot, mid-molten blast
Making Names wander, til' the Bellows blow
Up stairways, they travel, where our Smith now goes
Steep and coarse, the walkway is cobbled
Thrown together, stone and metal were knobbled
Though our Smith travels slowly with a slippery crawl
He soon gains some confidence, and takes steps, small
Almost like a snail with it's juice left behind
Our Smith leaves a trail a hunter could find
Green and Red splotches on a watery rind
Moving unbothered by secrets enshrined
He shivers and coils to the top of this 'case
Wriggling his body to scream from his face
"CaN i PlEaSe ReTuRn To ThE BoSs' GrAcE?!
i KnOw I'm NoT aLoNe In ThIs SpAcE!"
The steps begin to brightly glow
A clear departure from ash and shadow
The metal grey shifts to a sharpened Pink
"A fallen Smith is a missing Link."
Animals within the proximity,
Approximately a thought away,
Playing outside of awareness,
The highest vibrations,
Rippling through creation,
We are the designation,
Using our imagination,
Appreciation in the sight,
Brings delight to the viewer,
Fewer and fewer appear,
If you carry around fear,
They hear you clear,
And steer the other way,
So stay open to love,
See the birds above,
Think of the nature of things,
Watch the wonders it brings,
Singing creatures all around,
The best feature I found,
The ground is crawling,
I'm falling in love with Earth,
Even dirt is worth something,
Swimming in The sea of living ,
I've seen what she is giving,
Forgiving myself of the past,
I'm free at last,
Casting out my net,
In case you can't see it yet,
Get caught by my intention,
Your attention is needed,
Earth greeted us openly,
Only to be used and abused,
Leaving her creatures confused.
Being so much alone
While a pretty figure appears
Thought you had find a crown
Hunt to cement partial fears
Between together
Or gone forever
And to never give a thought to be as we are
Choose to be in love
Fears to cease the shame of rejection
Better being told and turn a mere laugh
Than get burnt a cookie via affection
Useless is a vow
To which you do not bow
And meet up no matter how
Reality of the heaven
The confusion of the earth
Tugs the dream to share in even
Renting the reason to kiss noble breath
Jug the love
Move hastily in wave
And tie no reason counts gold to enslave
Dictation of being
Designation of mind's views
Do not guarantee foreseeing
Yet free off visiting the blues
When love is true
All your partners' faults enough a clue
For both to become anew
Urgent intentions will not be virtuous enough;
To mention, of the better, which path is it paved from?
Hell purges etchings of where your silhouette set drops.
Like Cloisonné flattened edgeways, beauty finds a brush.
You can do what's right as long as it can still be done,
But from where the comfort derives weighs more than the sun.
Strip your palms and find the bones, actions can't change the blood.
Rid the dawn of the fight you hope, where passions won;
Self-designation tropes mimic, even lack thereof.
We do all that we can do, but whose posture becomes
the fare, collateral damage we forget to fund?
Inwards piecing shape to form what cannot be undone,
whether from what you see or say, grievance follows us
Contort wilds towards tending the tame, normal but not;
We are not of what we are, but of what we become.
So however we see ourselves; Image falsely knots.
We can't know of tomorrow but that's where we are from.
Love isn’t something transparent, like water, where I can see the bottom.
It’s about understanding the depth of your personality and your well-being,
Connery.
Not all knights are noble; some are not even men.
On the Nature of Knights
Not all who bear the title of knight embody nobility.
In fact, some who are called knights do not even fit the traditional image of a man.
The designation of "knight" does not guarantee virtue or honor; rather, it is a role that individuals of varying character and background can fill.
This complexity challenges the assumptions we hold about chivalry and heroism, reminding us that titles alone do not define a person's worth or intentions.
Am I used to it?
Why am I doing this?
Deep down, I seek love and find I love myself more each hour.
I live for myself and a few others, perceived as a guardian angel who hides her face behind the AI tools, which I am depending on to enhance my beauty:
Discovering Light
Cry Ugly shame lost its power
Shame was regret…
Buying into malicious judgment I wasn't good enough…
He knew I was more than good enough… I gave all I was capable of…
He loved me because I gave 100%… even when my 100% fell short
He channeled his disappointment and hope through his poetry.
Discovery emerged reading his heirloom book… regret quickly segued into shame.
Shame perfected as a child… stepping stones used to set my foundation
Decades devoted to unraveling the source… reflected in the dark strands of thread woven in my tapestry
Oblivious of the light, silver and gold spun adjacent to and translucent overlay… changing the tapestry's initial designation.
Sherry Barton
April 13,
Sometimes, it is necessary
When under attack.
Whether or not mandatory,
Take a break - step back.
Often, we become sucked in
Within activity.
Resting is somewhat tucked in...
Leads to calamity.
Time and effort get away...
Start taking their toll.
Take a step back - in this way,
You will regain control.
Otherwise, it will be forced
Upon you - feeling tired.
Designation of exhaust...
Refreshing is desired.
Not much of which is required
As you reassess.
Perspective can be acquired...
Some relief of stress.
When fatigue sets in and slack
Reveals other intrusions,
Make the choice of stepping back
To reach your best conclusions.
You’ve come out this evening
For a wee, delicious bite
Drink fine wine, meet new friends
Your expectation? A fabulous night
Our farm is Vergenoegd Löw
It’s an interesting, unusual designation
Give me a minute to clear the mystery
By treating you to this narration
I searched all of the interwebs
To see,
who definitely knew?
I found an interesting list of people
Who’ve experienced it through and through
Seems that Debbie. From Dallas.
She knew it all
Mick and the Stones, when they got it
They had a ball
Bob Marley and UB40
At the end of a gig
They defs experienced it
When they lit up a spliff
Ghandi and Roy Orbison wrote about it,
As did Anne Frank and Kahlil Gibran,
Michael Jordan, Freud, Bill Gates,
The Pope, Margaret Thatcher. Even Superman.
It’s time to translate it
I’ll end my protraction
When you drink the wine tonight
You will experience - Satisfaction
Vergenoegd, and Professor Löw
Scythe
On two, only you
And the extravaganza
Part implore, wicked lore
Every color, to originate
Or is it designation
Peach to the rot, keys to the lot
Untying celestial guesses
In the mark of motion horror
Some vein in the bull of lurch
To a mother in the insect sky
Warrant to the chains
Such one the pot to the island of a rib
And met the bearing of scorn
Who is magistrate of pointed skill
Dreams calling to the rise of bones
And corners are hardest to clean
Whenever night comes, I do empty my worries
Till the next dawn of another day for music-
Listening to its pleasure in meter and rhythm;
Work out on papers while driving all thoughts a lorry...
Thinking of who created thought in its simple plight
When designation form its shape to writing pieces:
Which beautifies memories of heart's running stream
Where loneliness swims in care and cheer.
Why will I stay in prison?
When the door is so wide open
To the precious silent moments of the night
Where thinking can bring joy
And ease the pressure in meditation corner to store
The best way challenges are tackled for living
Night fans the smoke of my desires to flame
And there, I receive visions to own the future.
A story about my Sylvester,
Should yield a booster,
Every honest sentence defying a duster
His preferred designation, “A father” not Master.
Thirty-five years in an office
That smelt of telephone and letter
But he wouldn’t telephone the police,
Relationships patching up for better
My own Sylvester
Never bowed to any harvester,
Himself, a green finger,
Whose farm jobs didn’t linger.
My own Sylvester
Would rather he chose polyester
In lieu of Esther
Or Augusta,
The unlikeliest womanizer
And as unlikelier rabble rouser.
My own Sylvester
Would’ve accepted a multitude’s lord
And just ended up a landlord,
Which little dropped him he might hoard
For infrequently paid rent
By tenants, on money matters, no Gent.
My own Sylvester
Had sought to be a star
But rather won its scar,
Which one could still celebrate in a bar
Over his uncertainty I pine
On his being nearly Eighty Nine.
Sorry for losing your wife twenty four years ago
On 19th Nov. 1997, letting go.
Change is won by burdens held
By broken spines and fists
Lost by information, long withheld
And furious fears never dispelled
But the struggle still persists
When change is won
The people weep
While others dance beneath the sun
Yet more believe the change undone
Though none shall ever sleep
But change is just a flimsy word
A phrase, a fancy designation
it’s meaning is constantly blurred
And its truth is so often unheard
For it can mean peace or perhaps damnation
Change is nothing but something
A hope that’s probably false
But it keeps the heart pumping
And keeps people trusting
So I guess it may be worth its faults
Charoset is a sweet, brown relish eaten during Passover.
It symbolizes brick mortar on a plate during a Seder.
This is a sweet treat made for the season in all nations.
There is no single recipe. Existing are many variations.
Included are apples, raisins, dates, and cinnamon.
Sometimes added are walnuts, figs, pomegranates, and saffron.
Charoset is usually placed between layers of unleavened bread.
Its thick texture makes it something easy to spread.
Often "dukeh" and "halegh" can be used as a designation.
May this Passover food be handed down to each generation.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
~ each moment that I spend wrapped in your wings,
means one less wasted 'midst those lesser things ~
* This is a new form I've created called "Rithimus Duo Tantum", which means simply, "rhyme two only", and is made up of two lines of Rhyme taken from a previously written piece in their original order. (This was taken from a poem called "Afflatus"). Not really a form as such in itself, as there are MANY two-lined rhymes already, but I intend to use it for upcoming contests I will run, and needed to give it a designation. *
Resistance is futile
We will add your biological diversity to ours
The cubes are patrolling
Our injected nano technology will change you
We don’t eat be re-energise
And unless we perceive a danger we won’t worry about you
You will be added and changed
All that will remain is the number designation we give to you
We’ll take an eye but don’t be concerned
You will be part of our perfection
Resistance is futile.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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