When will this din of boring sameness
Give way to refreshing turns ahead,
And eradicate these afflicting days
And make them charming instead?
When shall the lonely heart
Feel Nature her warmth impart,
And bring to a full soothing end
These chills that all yearning bend?
When shall this endless wait fade
And the awaited glory at last appear,
And disgrace to warm solace turn,
And realized hope abolish all fear?
Let mirthless turns and tides of fate
Bring what they will as I sit and wait.
oh, ladybug, beloved insect
gentle, colorful beetles
with sweet red-and-black spots
delightful winged wonders
omens of good things to come
with spiritual messages if you believe
wish fulfillment
protection
renewal and transformation
adaptability
love
and positive things
and if you don't believe
ladybugs will eradicate your garden pests
They speak in muffled tones
As if precise words don't belong.
I move in close to comprehend,
But it sounds like imprisoned wind.
I adjust the listeners of my heart;
To feel, to touch, to become a part;
To assist in their efforts to communicate.
There are waves of static to eradicate.
The static is derailed, and clarity prevails.
Mission accomplished! Words, free to sail.
I stand before you Lord
I surrender control
I bow down to you Lord
I acquiesce to you my soul
anoint me with oils
grant me perfect peace
Anoint me with oils
let my faith in You increase
let Your righteousness and mercy
In me prevail
let Your Holy Spirit in me
continuously dwell
anoint me with oils
grant me perfect peace
anoint me with oils
let my faith in You increase
consecrate me Lord
shield me from the enemy
make me over, take me over
with your boundless energy
eradicate any inequities
set me up right
shape me, remake me to now
be acceptable in Your sight
anoint me with oils
grant me your grace
my Messiah, my Redeemer
perfectly in place
anoint me with oils
grant me perfect peace
anointment with oils
let my faith in You increase
.
I accede to you Lord
with obedient behavior
I thank you Lord
for giving me Jesus as my savior
anoint me with oils
grant me your grace
my Messiah my Redeemer
perfectly in place
anointment with oils
grant me perfect peace
anoint me with oils
let my faith in You increase
She sits composed, not as a woman,
but as a lavish landscape of angles and cubes,
a psychological collage of dissonance splinters,
rendered visible in the broken facade of grief.
The body fragmented into piles of unsettling planes,
the face split between the skewed profiles,
the misaligned eyes displaced downward,
and the limbs contorted into implausible grace,
all depict a geometric framework of emotion
rather than a reshuffled shape of reality,
presented as an embodiment of inconsistent identities.
The green fingernails disrupt the flowing fractured form
with their glowing color of concealed liveliness,
or of radiant rebellion, a disguised persistence
that something within her opposes deformed repression.
The facial distortions are not just stylish preference,
offering an unusual emotional visage,
but an artistic assertions of dominance.
Yet, with the display of her amazing vivacity
the fragmentation does not eradicate her,
but accentuates the presence of Dora Maar.
What do you lack, they say.
I lay, when they sway!
Ask me, why this misery?
A trifle poet's mystery.
I carved my path here,
Not questioned, nowhere near.
Spare me the little life I have,
They consoled, Oh! Child be brave.
Love alone is not enough,
The crowd in this ambience are slough.
In now I drown,
Lost and now I frown.
Rejuvenates skin once and twice,
Running after victory being rat and mice.
I craved a natter,
Though I'm not yet better.
Prevails wait for peace to come around,
An embrace as heavy as a hundred pounds.
A wail emerges to eradicate this agony,
The soul tore itself free the atomy.
The blue demands more,
Shattered hearts and bones to the core.
Yet, I can't see the vein,
Damp eyes, quivering hands, hiding the pain.
I stand before you broken
You knew before words were spoken
But your love cannot medicate
The self-hatred I need to eradicate
Scattered pieces of my heart
Litter the highway moving further apart
Like shattered glass I can't again be whole
And in my chest is a chasm sized hole
I was undone by the very love in your eyes
Because taped to my tongue is a bill of lies
And as it unravels I can see anger growing
But it's a window to my soul I'm showing
I reach out but you were already far away
And no matter how I wished you would stay
God needed his favorite angel in Heaven
Shunning the devil's favorite heathen
Rhyme is slowly broken without reason
When loneliness is less a feeling and more a season
I want to reach out to the light but shadows creep
You always knew I was in too deep
So I stand before you broken
You knew before words were spoken
This love was never meant to be
And maybe that's what set you free
Waves in many ways—
eradicate what is straight
strident ripples roam
stroking cadence through our days
with vibrato, tremolo.
These waves wander in—
from sea-swell and drifting dunes,
patterns everywhere.
crinkles, murmurs, punch-lines rise,
breathing life with rhythmic beats.
Waves caress photons
wind embroiders still smooth ponds,
perms crinkle warm hair —
sand grains stream off dune-crest spines,
wave crests leap up to applaud.
Soft waves rock the boat,
lullabies for seafarers—
lilts in sea and foam
restful calm before the storm,
when wily wind turns wicked.
Twirling the senses,
waves blur the world's hard edges
with a gentle tone.
violinist's vibrato
with tremolo's memento.
Nature resonates,
reverberates waves' accord,
with quivering rhythms—
in myriads of heartbeats
in earth, water, sky, spirit.
Falun Dafa Hao! Falun Dafa Hao!
Echoed through the hospital halls
A woman’s voice in clear distress
Her haunting conviction was professed
The guard on duty turned to see
The young teacher he abused previously
The callous surgeons stood around
The gurney where her body was found
Her organs were extracted one by one
While fully aware, until the last cut was done
Suddenly the guard was sick with dismay
Witnessing the murder with horrific display
Doctors turned butchers, a gruesome scene
Ccp’s State organ-harvesting a nefarious scheme
Fund the military, and eradicate Falun Gong
The genocide of millions. 26 years long
Falun Dafa Practitioners are clarifying the facts
Exposing the truth of the ccp’s sinful acts
The halls of hell can hide no more
Falun Dafa Hao echoes like a lion’s roar!
The Perennial problem
Red squirrels evicted
Grey squirrels stole their nuts
Say the woods are theirs.
The red squirrel is cute, and many
are ready to help eradicate
the gray squirrel, but that is not easy
As the gray gets help from
the continent they came from
where the red squirrel is reduced to
sentimental songs and romantic twaddle.
The problem is survival
The red fell behind time, but scholars
think they should be brought back
to the woods again.
What are we going to do with the gray?
Poisoning them has been tried
It didn’t work
So the red and the gray will have
to find a way
to coexist without us.
What the hell do we know about nuts?
Eureka!
in the hall of evil thoughts
A man stood up and cried
I have the solution
To eradicate Hamas, we
must kill the Palestinian
children, because they are
The Hamas of tomorrow
18 thousand and more
bombed, bullets, hunger
victim of weapons bought
in Europe
Is it such a friendly country
like Norway, exporting arms
to Israel
Contest Name and inspired by :
Darkside of Aquarius by Bruce Dickinson
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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1st Verse:
Our wheel of fortune is ever present
We need to foresee all we resent
We must be our own saviour
At best with our behaviour
Tread lightly amongst greed and corruption
Dont let them be a disruption
Wisdom and bravery never condemn
always aim to illuminate them
Lies and violence bring us to war
Do we ever question what we're fighting for?
Chorus:
Keep the wheel of goodness turning,
Keep greed and deceit ever burning
over a flaming fire
not our funeral pier
Verse 2:
Move the wheel in the right direction
Feel the unity as we instigate correction
Overcome wrong doing as best we know
No waiting to be the one they call hero
March against evil, and tyranny
Eradicate corruption now you see
Create human dignity and kindness.
Honesty and goodness will end their blindness
Poison is spreading over the land
As they move the wheel lend a hand
Chorus:
Keep the wheel of goodness turning,
Keep greed and deceit ever burning
over a flaming fire
not our funeral pier
Shock waves ripped through China
on July 20 1999
Good versus evil
in a whirlwind of vicious crime
Millions of innocent people
faced life and death then
By the jealous head of China
the dictator Jiang Zemin
He ordered all means be used
to eradicate Falun Gong
His intention to eliminate
in three months was strong
More than 26 long years
countless lives destroyed
Now transnational repression
the persecution was deployed
As horrendous as ever
while denying it all
The face of evil
will surely take a fall
The worlds people are awakening
to the truth each day
Falun Gong is good
and is here to stay
As time passes by
days into years
The ancient practice grew
beyond the fears
Despite the persecution
Falun Gong spread worldwide
Through word of mouth
practitioners thrive
Truth, compassion and tolerance
is what the world needs
Falun Gong is the Great Law
that sows universal seeds
carve it out of me
lay me down gently and open me up
the pouring blood
the burning skin
what a sweet relief
bury your hands in my chest
hunt it
seize it
eradicate
at last purified
I can walk this earth in a sacred body
how did it feel to taste rebirth Lazarus?
it’s death
Cancer
I loathe and detest you
If I'm honest, I really HATE you
I despise the way
You keep popping up to irritate us
like a smirking floating turd
Which we’d love to flush away forever
Attempts were made to eradicate you
Skilled surgeons tried to cut you out
But you were like a ‘cling on’ in the toilet of life
And you wouldn’t be brushed aside
Six years passed…
Then more intervention was needed
A radiation machine called ‘Holly’
Tried to zap you like a pesky mosquito
But you had other ideas
Four years passed
More specialised SABR radiation was required
We treated that week like a short break
Going on day trips on non treatment days
And enjoying life to the full
Two years on
Cancer has raised its ugly face once again
The specialist laughed when hubby said
“We will treat it like a week’s holiday”
Having a positive attitude is a must!
Cancer – you crept into our lives
People see you as a silent killer
But I will never be silent and de-turd
And we will continue to celebrate
How we’re beating the crap out of you!
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