She didn’t reach his standard
Too brash, too immature
He wouldn’t dare to risk it
But still, he wasn’t sure
Although there was attraction
But it was very much controlled
Until he gained the stature
That made him sure and bold
So, that’s when he decided
To reveal and to express
The feelings he had always felt
But dared not to confess
Because there was so much at stake
He was careful about his standing
His status played a major part
And he could be quite demanding
So, when he did the great reveal
He also had a plan
He would make sure she understood
He was that special man
And even though she hadn’t changed
He sure had changed a lot
The man he now had come to be
Would now execute his plot
He’d hold her to his standard
With rules and with decrees
And force her to respect his place
While ignoring all her pleas.
Wendy Nipas
Yesterday…
As a cherubic child,
do you have grand dreams, Pete,
of becoming, when older (but not wiser),
famous world-over (as a war criminal)?
Today…
“No quarter, no mercy,” you say.
“Punching them while they’re down,
as it should be” and with
“no stupid rules of engagement.”
To “provide quarter” ensures safety
of all combatants who surrender,
who lay down their arms,
with their hands in the air.
“No quarter” means to take no prisoners,
to execute on the spot all those vanquished,
without mercy, without justice, without due process
(like blowing-up Venezuelan boats),
a war crime by Geneva Conventions,
and war crimes got Nazis hung decades ago.
Yet now you brag about committing war crimes
while promoting reckless, endless war?
Tomorrow…
Years to come, on Judgment Day,
the cosmic Courtroom is full
of the formerly famous mighty
as well as those “following orders.”
Please take your seat, Pete,
next to jealous Nazis.
After a few years, I visited an old friend at his
Office. He was not there, but I was informed
That he would arrive shortly. I waited, and
Waited, and waited until I could wait no longer.
I left my friend a message with words that
He would understand from one who' had
Ground older and learned new lessons
Of life. Message: "In years of not so long
Ago, I waited more on men and less on God.
I have now learned to wait less on men and
More on God".
The paths I have troded;
The places I have tasted;
The people with whom I have been treated;
The purpose of which I have been presented;
The plans that I have been assigned to execute.
My Lord and my life have been good to me;
Giving me cause for much gratitude.
I have walked in shoes crafted just for me,
Carrying me above and beyond, to points
And places both familiar and otherwise.
I was never afforded a life without pain,
But granted one more than filled with change.
So I adjusted and when required, changed lanes.
Through pathways both broad and narrow;
Traversing twisted and rugged roadways;
Leaving me sometimes feeling lost and lonely; But always belonging and evermore fulfilling.
deplorable dismal diseased diabolical demon
extracts evil endeavors to execute and exclaim
farfetched fertile fantasies fetching fervent followers
glaring gleaming gobs of glistening ghoulish gems
harmful harrowing harbinger of harmful high-jinks
initiating imaginative incentives into inconquerable incantations
For once I want to be touched by you
Before you execute me on the panel of rejection
And your friends stand and laugh at my woe
For once I want to be touched by you
Before you call up the one you love
To meet you by your favorite spot for dinner
I want to be loved when the time is not great
And you become my only escape from this place
Look out into our wonderful world
see it in its beauty and wonder
what a masterpiece God has created
but man's sin wrecked it, what a blunder
God will always have the final say
He knew that sin would bring disaster
His master plan will do what's required
proving that God alone is the master
This master plan is full of divine love
the Lord of glory will execute in full
bringing righteousness to reign ultimately
paradise will again on the earth rule
What a picture from the master painter
full of colours galore in our minds
so intricate and skilful to the eye
mesmerisingly beautiful divinely signed
This God has created all things
every person made in God's image
the Lord is full of His perfect grace
for He knows everyone in every age
God wants you to elevate
He wants you to rise
and these are the instructions
you need to surmise
R
release what no longer serves you
let all that old baggage go
you can't hold to old habits and mindsets
if you truly want to grow
elevation requires release
like boosters on a rocketship
their purpose to take you only so far
for they're design to fall away & dip
I
intentionally is now how you operate
so move with purpose and resolution
let determination be your motivation
as you now strive with profusion
S
strengthen your inner life by developing
a strong discipline of character and conviction
and make sure your values and personal joy
have a faith based jurisdiction
E
execute with obedience and not emotion
as growth requires mental movement
your confidence will then catch up
as you strive for personal improvement
So R.I.S.E.rise up to the next level
and let go of any vague hope
remember to meditate on the Word of God
it will give you the foundation and fortitude to cope
Benny the sad dog
artichokes, peas, carrots,
but no meat
for this sad dog to eat
Benny dreamed
many a dream
of being free from his owner
He could smell him from here
Extreme Body Odor!
Benny needed a plan
a plan to get away
of getting LOOSE
and catching the tail end of a Caboose
Benny would be free
free he would be
to hunt and eat his own prey
that would be the day!
Benny could not wait
wait to open this crate
to get out and be free
but what is that did he see
Benny saw the lock was not locked
he was completely shocked
how it could be unlocked
all he needs is the front door unblocked
Benny's owner was standing by the door
the door that led outdoors
The owner was talking to the UPS man
now was the time to execute this plan
Benny the dog made his way through
through the unassuming two
The two gave chase
trying to match Benny's pace
Benny passed this street
and passed that street
until he saw a squirl
Benny began to quarrel
Benny gave his owner enough time
time to catch him on 3rd and Pine
Benny's hopes were now dashed
dashed and fed with potatoes of mashed
We’re all just stories in motion, full of metaphors and simile and poetic notions but when the likes feel like love then the love feels like work, but you never put it in now somebody’s getting hurt that’s a lesson, but you can turn the page that’s a blessin’, release your new edition let the world feel your essence. When you can’t figure out what your story has in store but you know it’s never ending so you always plotting more it’s time to edit, some pages gon fold you gotta let it cause if your story stays the same you eventually regret it we know life is just a gamble to pick your prize you gotta bet it. Set it, leave your mark make sure they don’t forget it, don’t let it, break your heart if they don’t seem to get it that’s your vision plot a course and execute precision if they won’t get out your way make your entry a collision then incision, your path to your goals on a mission, to grow to where you never introduce yourself again cause when you enter any venue, they already know your name, that’s fame.
Beneath the dusty streets where children play
the twilit baneful torture tunnels lay
where many innocents are laid to rot
among them, some still breathe but countless not.
Among the dusty streets, the children act
their role to maximize a shock impact
on our naive, jaundiced media types
greedily turning up to earn their stripes.
Amidst the dusty streets, the children shield
the homes where missile launchers are concealed;
not one child wished to execute this role;
expect to pay the devastating toll.
In dusty streets, now innocence is lost
and children’s lives are nonchalantly tossed,
by tribes with little desire to debate,
upon the altar of ancestral hate.
Listen! This sentence's period - that's me.
I'll just move one inch to my right, you see. ------>.
Now, I trace a one-inch segment of a line.
It's my one-dimensional redesign.
Watch me trace my line segment down from there,
producing what some folks might call a square.
I execute this little trick for you
in a special dimension known as two.
Look! I rise off the page, one inch -
mutually perpendicular, a sinch!
Orthogonal to left/right and up/down,
I'm a cube, a 3D shape of renown.
A fourth perpendicular direction,
and my shape should warrant your attention;
and the name they call me, to be exact,
is Mister Hypercube or Tesseract.
Sometimes, people are missing some dignity here
Of being good and unclean is two different things
Have we lost some honor to become dishonor then
Can we sometimes be good men than being barbaric
Two days ago, when I woke up, nice scenario here
I saw the scenery of rice field, lush and green
Today, I woke up and saw the scenery of garbage
It feels like a dream, but it's real to appraise
Between rice field and garbage affecting our life
It's unfair to good people for one act of vagrancy
Let everyone act according to the precept of law
Let government execute and solve this without flaw.
It's a game, that in order to play it well,
Requires strength, and precision with touch.
Where no one would claim to be born with it,
But it's acquired by long hours and such.
While it's mentored and played mostly socially,
The lengthy practice is a solitary pursuit.
When one learns of themselves and their limits,
As they search for the perfect shot to execute.
So these players swing and stroke to oblivion,
Since that's required to perform and display.
With countless hours bearing all the expense forwarded,
To achieve levels of greatness along the way.
No matter when one begins in this journey,
It's soon realized that this is a lifelong exam.
Even as technology tries to improve one's every effort,
The basics remain, all the rest is a scam.
Now history would grant the Scots with its origins,
Yet the world now possesses all the blame.
Though it seems to disallow for any favor,
Towards any unwilling to improve their golf game.
The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
To twirl like a dancer upon paper,
And execute the swirling pirouettes,
One needs to keep a balance of the pen;
So step by step the stage is swept in strokes.
Now left, now right, and two and four, the beat
Pulses, pulls the body up to the brink,
Draws back, recedes. Silent is the hall. Now,
The ballpoint tip toeing the lines of ink,
Building momentum, movement towards
Climax — the bliss of literature achieved!
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