England’s craftsman & revivalist William Morris
as a poet - perhaps he used a thesaurus
Honest home styling he gave his heart
while elevating hand-block wallpaper to art
Do you have ice cream chocolates and a boat
Are you male female or do you identify as both
Is your sense of humor a surprise to die for
Are you easy on the eyes, a gift from the lord
Are you a great cook but never require her to
With just one look can you put her in the mood
Do you have lots of charm and a way with words
Can you cuddle with arms singing sweet as bird
Can you be available even during the big game
Finding her incredible telling her never change
And as she ages you view her as a masterpiece
Chanting her praises making true love so deep
You may have a big bank account maybe
But it’s your your generosity, you’re not lazy
That’s worth your soul in gold why she’s your lady
Thoughtful too she chooses you so elevating
All the things you bring she gives back to you
Like a perfect dream she sticks by side as glue
One kiss has sealed this promise of love for two
Every prayer answered by light of sun and moon
You’re happy to know match made in heaven real
Your characters both attract whisperer with feels
ancient apocalyptic answers
bearing beautiful beauteous beatitudes
carrying celestial conclusions
debunking decadent devilment
effortlessly elevating eloquence
forever fascinating faithful flibbertigibbets
LEITMOTIFS-:-
mature
elevating
styled
sketchy
superficial
as CRITERIA OF THINKING
elicit
liberated
backlash
freeing
constraint
for POETICALLY CREATED
familiar
involuntary
notions
beyond
eccentricity
It was likely lichen's provided the fuel
Evolutionarily leading to mortal and mule
They worked with the fungus that brung us to fore
Elevating our thought to what we thought was more
Than what had preceded, receded and left
We then reseeding, believing the best
It was what our creation and station now made
Us to invent cultivation and blade
Use in one allows us to grow strong and tall
The other decides what will stand, or will fall
It's best in the harvest when feeding us all
The test is the anger that comes with the Fall
Sunflower fields sunburnt yellow,
glowing moon orange
and deep ocean green.
A vibrant masterpiece of wild wonder,
gleaming prisons of light
for all to be seen.
The horizon shimmers,
elevating up to pillows of clouds,
wise wings of crows
cutting through the tranquility of light,
as if a magnet, all puzzle pieces now adjoin,
aligned in perfect delight.
Then brisk winds come
with sparkling rain
illuminating even more
the rights of nature.
Reality spun into a trance,
a spectacle that one would hope
to be present forever.
This liberated simplicity and joy,
a consciousness available to all,
above the earthly debate,
here there is no hate.
Look to the wild wonders,
find natures soothing soul
once this eternity is discovered
all will always be whole.
Read totality in how we used to live
Exclaiming in what we want to give
Spreading one’s dreams and lifting people’s hearts is all we can aim to do
Placing the burden in how we climb up to choose
Elevating one’s purpose to life every voice and sing
Coming to terms when one lives on every moment to bring
Time chooses you and gives the meaning of our existence
Through the timepiece
Imaginations where dreams are made
Engaging in the possibilities
Thinking on the mysteries
Enchanted embraced
Crazy in obvious
Mind focus on curious
Dreams upon dreams full aspirations
Thoughts beyond imagination
Wonder never ceases
The mind will create
Possibilities will become associate
Elements upon elements mind experiment
Elevating factors
Scientific becoming magnificent
Fantasy mind
Imagination combined
Mr. Fantasy Idealogy
Suggestion on could be.
I'm very good at it
-- running that is:
Most my adult life
seems to have been
a treadmill of sorts:
Morning Gush. Got to love
those subway jousts! All us
elbow warriors fencing for
optimum position, wanting
fast entrance and propelled
retreat.
Elevating to the running-board of
city sidewalks and streets...step to the flow
or be bowled over, trampled upon. Tires, Florsheim, Nike, high heels~
They all mark deeply!
(Evening rush escape no less a trek)
Joggers make me laugh
heartily! Roadside exhibitionists,
inhaling deeply everyone’s
filth. I swear, that If there are
schedules and timetables in heaven,
God inadvertently has given
the Devil but another tempting card
to play.
An angelic beauty sashaying down the street
The falling showers make the street glassy
Her gorgeous attire swaying like whitecaps
Elevating the elegance in her modelling walk
The vault is empty except the golden moon
She has plucked the yellowish space blooms
And holds the cherished close to her heart
“He isn’t my charmed soul mate,”
Saying to herself and moving forward
As if two moons drifting diametrically opposed
So you needed to break me to make me. You want to reform my soul before you take me. Well then, I surrender because of fate it should be. I am not defeated. They were not empty sufferings. But more Contractions, birth pains.. I was being reborn again. Prepared for the glorious day when I can say I am alive and living with inner grace. Where I truly believe I am an image of him that which he made me. A mirror of his reflection, constantly elevating. Strengthening and awakening deep parts where only his prayers can take me. Places where forgiveness waits for me. My thoughts once oppressed by shadows of misdirect, that I learned recently were not of his fate but they were also not a punishment.. I know he hasn’t forsaken me, he hasn’t let go. Sometimes Love must wound to heal, they say the pain is the lesson which I believe is real. The more scars the deeper the conversations and self-realizations with GOD are. So yes, you need to break before you can be your best and truly Divine. Its grace, and it’s not always smooth sailing as we will find. It’s not the lack of him in your life, but rather a strong presence and reminder he’s always by your side.
To keep learnin¨g and teaching;
To keep elevating and reaching;
Is to never stop, to avoid ceasin¨g,
Allowing Christ in us to be increasing.
What we have seen and heard,
Let us show and tell
And fly like a bird,
Ever thriving to finish well.
God will always be God.
Give Him glory; never avoid.
God will never be coached or led
He is Our Father, Our Head.
Whatever is great
Comes with a greater
Suffering
Not to torture you
But to nurture and structure you
For what's ahead, building your focus to face whatever comes your way.
What's nourishing
Replenish you
Not perish you
The nutrition of beans
Is different from that of indomie
Also the time duration for preparation
What's elevating always takes time.
Without pressure
No diamond
To fully live
It's to give it your all
So you don't fall
For what's not fulfilling
It's drilling; makes you crumble
Don't fumble just because of struggle.
having you on my mind is good clean fun
nothing ever matters when you are there
i am so glad i listened to God telling me you are the one
meeting you has been a true breathe of fresh air
i love how you inspired me to change
i admire your genuinely sincere belief in me
i appreciate you elevating my mind at such a broad range
i am inspired by how much you fill my heart with glee
happy tears fall from my eyes as i watch you sleep
i honestly never think that i deserve you
when i earned your heart and your love, it felt to me like a clean sweep
the top shelf of my mind will eternally preserve you
the apex of my existence is your beautifully amazing presence
Divinely Solidified I Am Being Blessed By Your Amazingly Angelic Effervescence
In a world of festivities, we prioritize the frivolous,
Elevating Valentine's Day, a celebration quite dubious.
February 14th, a day assigned to love's display,
Yet, I refute this notion, for love should be everyday.
In my culture, this celebration reeks of absurdity,
Promoting premature sexuality, a moral calamity.
Should we allocate a day for love's celebration?
Does this imply we've been fostering hatred in iteration?
Even young learners, grades 6 and above, are caught,
In the web of crushes, a trend that's quite distraught.
In Africa, hotel rooms are booked, a Valentine's spree,
Teenagers dominate, leaving one to ponder the decree.
Are we more Catholic than the Pope, in our fervor and zeal?
Valentine's Day, a celebration that love's true meaning does conceal.
So, if you choose to celebrate, do so with reverence and might,
Upholding cultural heritage, and the sanctity of love's light.
Let organizations, schools, and families unite,
Educating teenagers on the dangers of sexual abuse, a love that's not right.
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