aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope
Quiet weep
This inspiring song strongly reinforces our global beliefs, originating from the depths of Africa. The chorus has gained considerable popularity online. While some may argue that it is more radical than spiritual, I respectfully disagree. It resonates deeply with those who hold these beliefs
“No turning back” comes with a lot of meaning, behind this chorus line
I know of a lot of Genz who do believe in religion
But to see how they react to the chorus “I have decided to follow Jesus
Make us believe that we can conquer the devil.
They took up, they crossed and followed thee
Was it the beat in the songs or the lyrics that inspired so many
Of them to get up and dance along?
As poets, we might refer to this as zigging and zagging,
As Genz will probably say, free up your minds
I would say trust the song, not the singer
Distressing without demonstrating.
Camping without thinking,
Moving gracefully without political approvals
Let them see the youth at their best.
And more things as the Caribbean would
They come to play. No turning back
There’s a nadir of personal despair -
In feminine terms it’s - No hair, no flair!
My hairy genes caused me lifelong distress,
I longed for a look I didn’t possess.
I daydreamed of golden locks as a girl,
Blessed with neither a wave nor with a curl.
Straighter than hay mine hang in disarray,
Cradle to coffin - lifelong bad hair day.
And so pertaining my hapless hirsute
I was braided, I ironed in my pursuit.
Slept with hard rollers, a perm I did try,
And lots of hairspray, that’s how I went by.
In vanity’s name I bent backwards in vain
Since straight and straighter my old locks remain.
No quiescent coiffure is meant for me -
Distressing tresses are my destiny.
tuckered and tucked in with him
ebb and flow of pillow head
personalities have dreams
we walk on the sea
we see no sun, with eyes shut
lily pads and no frog legs
and the sky’s a blinding blue
our feet toss and turn
pebbles rise into the clouds
a curious sight, indeed
even in the darkest night
distressing whale song
whistle salts breeze into face
we walk our separate ways
sleepy fits of temperament
hopeful peppermint
a couple buoys apart
harbor of port and starboard
ahoy, matey…don’t walk plank
drop splash to the deck
wakey…wakey…the seas wake
the blasting siren alarm
no one cares less where wave crests
it rests on the bed
that is the crumpled bed sheet
only need to straighten it
a boat left in the harbor
the sea’s now placid
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
These words aren’t labeled confidential,
they are perfume on me clean and pure.
Walk away if you think I’ll downgrade,
I am not some low model robot;
Not gonna take the straw bed you made,
I won’t suffer your distressing cot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Thriving’s the result of essential,
it ends the need to simply endure.
The joie de vivre that’s been delayed ,
soaked firewood that has been left to rot;
White hot ideas are doomed to fade
when we buy in to a tragic plot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Excitement should be exponential,
not hidden fine print on a brochure.
Can’t truly live when you are afraid,
mild mannered is one thing I am not;
Weave hard work and drive into a braid,
that detailed design is a sure shot.
Things are so quiet
Letters don’t soar
No one talks at all
They try but they fail
Inaudible words excel
Forever i think that words don’t have sound
Only emotions can turn the world around
That's what we were taught
We were taught that we shall be silenced
That words won’t break us free
That we should take actions
We were taught to throw the first punch
Instead of using our words, we used anger
To satisfy our vengeance hunger
We weren't taught good actions from bad
We were praised for having violence
And bad emotions targeting people
We were taught that words were flagrant and should be banned
We silenced the only people who took a good stand
We were too scared so we didn’t talk
So whenever someone used words
We were desperately shocked
Even though some who visited never knew that we could understand
Or hear the words they used
Words do hurt I may say
But i’d rather hear those distressing words meant to hurt
Than be silenced and have no stand
So that day I got up too
I used my words
Those thoughts I kept in for so long
I Spoke my mind forever as time will go on
-Dawn.B
*The glory*
The beginning of a milky infant
Every step we take ends on a soaking, softness of a wool
Dratch in the mud of tenderness
As times goes by we get to a ring of race
Embalmed with a *circle of fire*
No one dears to take the course!
"Ahhh! is this how it will end?"
Many times our thoughts wander off
Far deep into the desert of unyielding imaginations
Yes! By that time we had realized what the race entails
We are just a detail in the hands of the *great emperor*
Our thoughts far from the one we had from the start
By then we know about life.
All the budding began to wane
There's but one thing that saves
Never let distraction make a fool of you
Never yield to the distressing tears of life.
Keep moving forward
In the *isle* lies your glory
#The King's daughter
Suffering, have I been crucified? We'll at least it seems
walk a mile in these shoes, they truly don't know because
If they did they will understand. My Suffering
Some say I paranoid, Some say I'm crazy, Some just
laugh. My Suffering
If it was a total stranger it's wouldn't matter. My Suffering
Familiar faces, broken promises, disappointments are like waiting by the mailbox for hours, listening at the radio for multiple hours. My Suffering
My joy is unrelenting healing from these distressing emotions. My Suffering
Show me where I have been wrong, How painful are
honest are my words? My Suffering
Be kind, look towards me, Would I lie to your face? My Suffering
Seeking measure, including peace including one's self
happiness.
There are things I've done
Things I'm not proud of
Awful things
Things I won't do
If I'm aware of them
Ignorance is a disease
It causes cognitive dissonance
I don't let it disarray my composure.
I always maintain
A positive mental attitude
Amidst distressing situations
Always accountable
Never let my ignorance
Disrupt my composure
Always maintaining my steez.
There are things I've done
Things I'm very proud of
Amazing things
Leaving me curious
Eager to do more
Knowledge is power
It gives the ability to conquer whatever.
The beach where people
Hangs out to relax, the sea
Exuberant and inviting
Cleanse people dirts
And purify distressing souls
The sand, so white by time
The waves, never ending
Back and forth to the shore
Today, the beach cajolled by
People in walks of life
In beautiful swimsuit and trunks
Adorned with colorful big umbrellas
Medium size tints scattered in the sands
Everyday, the scene is over and over again,
I see no more privacy, it becomes a business
I wonder when the beach become peaceful
Just like before where you can have your own
Contemplation with nature and have a simple
Fishing adventure at the shoreline.
It's just a dream for me right now
No one will tell how it is to be back then.
Everything I wanted, and I never had,
Embodying courage to sift my daily realities
To observe purified sun flashing on my face
And watch the night light idling on my pillow,
Unlocking sweet dreams,
To delight my indeterminable moment,
Without distressing struggles,
Pulled all over by miserable shadows,
While pursuing matters of the heart
Yearning for secrets buried inside forgotten palaces,
Building statues of emptiness
Enforcing the code of the dead and the living,
With hope being my only sympathizer
Through freezing winter nights
Never had chance to gaze at the looking glass,
Never visualize spring could encircle me,
With blooming images to cheer my immortal being
As enlightenment breaks through every system
To realize, everything I wanted,
I will never have,
Yet I’m glad to view the blue sky,
Listen to melodies from ancient forest,
While experiencing the joy of silvery mist,
As I explore the world through enchanting dreams
Stuffing my heart with wonders, to realize…
May be whatever I deserve, I have,
May be someone knows why?
cathartic Cathy cautioned counted cucumbers
distressing dungeon dragon’s delicate Dalmatian
effective Evie enthusiastically explained efforts
following five frolicking frisky French francs
giving grateful granny goose grumpy grits
handily helping Helena’s high hysterics
igniting illustrious iguana’s intricate ideals
News, Blah, Blah
Miracle Man
4/19/2024
I begin each day,
watching the morning news.
I watch two channels,
and get dissenting views.
I ponder the question,
why aren’t both the same?
They each have a slant,
is it a political game?
Each stretches the truth,
to fit their party’s need.
Some journalist outright lie,
thus destroying truth’s seed.
There’s seldom worthy stories,
that get addressing.
And that’s why most days,
are becoming distressing.
But spewing some falsehood,
seems to be an obsession.
That’s why news junkies like myself,
often deal with depression.
Water! Water! The entire landscape submerged
Grave silence! Except the torrents swift and huge
Intimidating sights, plains and valleys merged
Rushing above the tops of roofs with a surge
Clergymen discoursed it the Almighty's curse
The end of epoch, predictors prophesied
Scientists explained it an eco inverse
Country folk acknowledged it ill-fate and cried
Swept by it the colonies of little birds
Corpses drained by the rapid gush of water
Crashed , ruinous, inexplicable for words
Haphazard the course of life by its slaughter
Debris and uprooted trees drained by the flows
Disfigured the pretty landscape of lush green
Distressing sights remained as heart rending woes
Destruction with all its diabolic spleen
Life becomes an endless and relentless fight.
By mingling, can't we make an adaptation?
Western and Indians' viewpoints may be right
But harming nature leads to degradation
Place : 2nd
Into an opposing mirrored world
That is not always what it seems,
I look for a pattern near or far,
That reflects my fate and dreams.
But what I see is not me,
It is something vague and vexing,
Something mysterious, something lost,
Something so distressing--
That I step back and look away
From my reflected life’s reality
Before it seizes my soul in a vice-like grip
And makes me face mortality.
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