Forsooth, no Rose
can favorably compare
to our singular Rose
of Soup
how she loops
our hearts into
enchanted bows
perennial of Love’s
eternal garden --
The Beauty of Fall
Fall
frost invites
your favorite sweater
Fall
into hills of cold crunchy leaves
Fall
back in time to
a childhood school memory
Fall
to your knees and thank
Gaia for her bounty
Fall
favorably with the lost bees
as they try to find their way
Fall
into someone’s arms at
Homecoming dance
Fall
headfirst into
luscious bobbing apples
Fall
into a bed
of fresh flannel sheets
Mostly,
Fall
fearlessly into
whatever comes your way.
I don’t know how to begin this poem
But I love the way I wrote about you,
It’s amazing and it’s true
Putting so much effort into this,
If I could fly an emoji’s kiss..
Your eyes and smile’s gleaming back at the mirror selfing,
Made my day and wish I could warm your heart
I’ll be glad even if it’s miles apart
Dang boy! How could I resists you?
Your four letter name lingers my boo
You taught me so many things
Like having a mojito in a drink
Favorably, needed that song
I know you know this girl doesn’t read context
Isn’t funny how these words are so poetic
Imagine having someone to listen
With a poke of give me your everything
Now smooth like I am always ready even if I am half dead..
My tanned skin and your favor bliss
Feels the same I vowed long enough for my viking
Tis you and I vibe together
Like you are my master I ain’t pleases another..
After death, we know not the result
What will happen to us? is unknown
But, all must have that experience
None can escape it in any method
Ants die very easily everywhere
Struggle will be indeed very brief
Butterflies have a very short span
They with mirth face the end
So long as you are alive here
Be thankful to the Almighty
Do the best for the World
And be kind to every soul
Show concern and deep care
Extend true love and affection
Always help by being noble
Get favorably by God noted
Just think of the present moment
And well-utilize it with great caution
Get peace of mind and spread it
Surely your soul will get equanimity.
Suzette was favorably anointed by the sunflower stud.
He was the fairest stallion in the land of love.
They met weekly to plan what the sunflowers would do.
Uplift refresh and delight – men, women and children.
They agreed on everything; and he wanted her to be queen.
She argued that he was the majestic one.
They soon developed a mutual agreed upon plan.
They ruled the sunflowers together, in spirit.
Great thoughts once kissed my lobes
Before blank despair her flags raised;
And brimless hope reigned as globes
Of full-shining stars in glowing cased.
Now see what dismal desolate shells
Melancholy sulk where dreams stood;
Wherein arid future's unavailing wells
Barren gape amongst vipers’ broods.
Kind heaven upon my oblations smiled
Many long years dead when luck shone,
And winds favorably blew like lilacs wild;
Erst when juvenility lit bright hours gone.
Present times repugnant drown in bile
Hastily milked from some putrid reptile,
Their galling pungency outlasts high grit
Cowards laud in bold battles’ heroic writ.
If fair fortune's rotations should bring
A morsel of past’s elusive sweetness,
I’ll one dozen more grateful carols sing
Than did my lips under boyish harness.
A leaf on a big tree was happily hanging
Favorably for every passer-by just to see
He was appreciatively coloured green
Like a bean, he was very much attractive
A treacherous wind rose up to shake’im fall
Forcibly, on the ground he landed green
He stayed’n suffered some time unseen
That was the moment’s norm to endure
On the ground, he all lied dead wondering
Why the bitter wind slaughtered him untimely
But he learned the truth was alive, not a lie
Black, red’n white ants gathered’round to dine
Eaten gluttonly, he suffered insensitively
Failing to feel the odour of the enemy
Who tiptoed to pitilessly extinguish him
While on the ground, he was lying powerless
But a generous wind to save him has blown
Him up like a living butterfly in the sky
Courageously, a new life he’ll have to try
Posing on a new branch of any big tree
He had died, but a new life he’ll remake.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I feel an important emotive
and cognitive
difference
between comparing differences
anticipating celebration of complexity
As favorably compared
to contrasting differences
anticipating degeneration into win/lose chaos.
The first feels right brain confluent
curious and confident about difference
and change.
The latter sounds left brain competitive
angry and afraid about difference,
climates and subclimates
of changing fragility v interdependence.
One speaks to me of gratitude
while the other hears negative
and elitist attitudes;
deep and wide rooms
for improvement.
I
aimlessly;
Do basically;
So faithfully;
my
specialty;
to tastefully;
inlatency;
graciously;
gratefully;
joyfully;
So
faithfully;
I aimlessly;
Dobasically;
brazenly do;
gainfully to;
case study shamelessly, shows us;
faithlessly favorably spaciously the creation in me;
9/6/19
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A Phase of Life
9/10/2014
In matters problematic with long life
Has been the fading of things
Once looked upon favorably toward being happy;
But time, has staked its claim,
Often rendering remaining days less than desirable;
But being a defiant sort,
I shake my fist and make this vow;
Time has slowly taken my ability
To hunt, fish, garden, ect, but never my desire;
I shan’t allow time to take whatever hope remains;
Though, at times, I confess,
To wondering why I’m still here?
Tom
it seemed right
at times it caused
others to seem
as they were
right in wrong places
or wrong in right places.
what ever it was or is
whatever it could have been
they acted as they were characters
in the drama of our togetherness
some acted as if our togetherness
was essential to their happiness
and well- being, these times
are spent separating
those some found less favorably or
unattractive
or they had positioned their
selves against for reasons
that are dictated thru religious policies
policies that determine
weather a person marries or not
within his or her faith.
lesser appreciated from the charms of
others
that they might be made into Satan's.
Hoot owl
Distinct owl voice
Echoes favorably
Nocturnal and mysterious
So unexpectedly forest friendly
Hidden away, a dark shadow
Unique who sound
Hoot owl
When I first awake, I am a complete emotional blur,
unprepared for the day rhythm about to occur.
Before day unfolds, I need release trials my wake holds.
Being still, I focus until suppliant, in quiet, ever reliant.
In meditation, I block all false traps; with eyes shut,
palms up on lap, my breath grows a bright, loving light
and a beautiful, shiny white box comes into sight.
All not of truth ideal, goes in box, until concealed.
One by one, as I feel the light beam as a prayer,
all my concerns, each trouble and every care,
goes inside the glossy box until all is ensnared.
I see a lid placed and ribbons tied with flair.
Then I view loving, beautiful hands descend,
hands of more love than I can comprehend,
to take the box of my troubles and struggles
up, up and away to handle and favorably mend.
All I held is now heaven released and earth crumbled.
My peace now doubled, I am centered in joyous ways
and ready for the new day of tumbles and scuffles
to meet the joy in my smile and ease in my muscles.
... CayCay Jennings
January 1, 2018
was conducted on a global scale,
taking billions of years in local space time.
Mere moments in the time of the Initiators.
Their quantum computers able to crunch numbers beyond human comprehension.
The simulation experiment would be run in countless simultaneous variations,
the results being keenly noted and analyzed.
The variables in each, some great, some small, would lead
to wildly different conclusions most of which ended baldy.
Some ended, however, with its inhabitants realizing their part in the experiment, enabling them to assist with conclusions.
These outcomes were looked on favorably by the Initiators as it aided to their findings. I wonder which variable we exist in?
She was created of earth's lusty marrow,
lived amidst chimera and heather fields
breathing Byron essence & Dickinson fire,
there was madness in the poetry of her life
an atmosphere favorably self-aware
mundane was ne'er her cup of fancy
In death, she was found to be quite lucid
'tween exiled days and windswept expanses
of untrodden woodlands & lone seascapes,
perchance glimpse her twilit ambiance
whispering beyond breezes of conclusive
horizons void of derived worldly silhouettes
COLORIZE THE CLASSICS contest 10/2/16
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