We must never renounce
the dignity of being...
So that we do not fall
into the hasty,
cunning nonconformity of non-belief...
Let us reach the chimera of dreams,
even leaving visible traces
of our weaknesses...
Let us tread uncertain grounds
with the greatest certainty of the superior,
because we are sublimely graced by it,
towards the final peak of glory...
Let us have faith in the endless struggle,
let us be stoic on the journey,
we have the Lord by our side,
this is what is most valuable,
this is what matters most...!
SATAN cannot destroy me
I will make it through
Jesus is with me
Satan just flew
With all the tests and trials
The journey in walking miles
Satan gets lost
NO weapon formed against me shall prosper
Jesus paid the cost
I PRAY at the ALTAR
The BLOOD of JESUS over my life
I shall not be lost.
I will not be lost.
trip yourself my way
no siesta at borders
cross right for a swim
until you're breathless and lost
to my words~first to my place
Polar bear angel on a winter’s day
Glided out of sight with my cousin Ray
Ray is a flea, so most did not see him there
I heard his singing voice in the cool light air
The swan sleigh they took had wheels, which was odd
Don’t get lost Ray, I called. Don’t get under that bod!
Ray is always careful, so I relaxed a teensy bit.
If something happens to Ray, his wife will have a fit.
When did we become that old married couple, too busy to live
everything we do is for others we give give give...
The kids are away on a summer retreat
there are no schedules we need to keep
The weekends free all our work is done
it's just the two of us time for fun
Let's get lost, lost in each others charms
discovering again how we first fell in love
Let's get lost, lost in each others arms
dwelling together embraced in love
Turn off our phones, time for us alone
lock the door leave on the lights
It's time for a little naughty delight
Tomorrow will come soon enough
but for today let it be for us
Our time alone is precious and few
let's share this chance and make it new
Have I told you lately I love you
let's show each other how much we do
Let's get lost, lost in each others charms
discovering again how we first fell in love
Let's get lost, lost in each others arms
dwelling together embraced in love...
I am early to my appointment
I was nervous that I might not find it
My history of being lost is easily touted
Even GPS does not help me all the time
Frustrations of my past failures have propelled me forward
I walked in an hour early, no surprise to me
As it is what I do wherever I go.
Refusing to give myself a break
And admit I have only been lost three or four times
This is once again one of those hundreds of times I was not lost.
In this heart
Thy thinking is
like the melodious tone in a flute;
In this soul
Thy yearning is
like the fragrance in a flower;
In this mind
Thy discussion is
like the worshiping by a devotee
None will find me anywhere
Though everywhere I'm fair
If you get lost
from my pen, from my wise ink
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
with dreams and hopes the sun did rise
life was lived through open eyes
rain dismissed clouds no more
rainbows spanned from shore to shore
a future then so very different
now has come to pass
perspectives in the rearview mirror
fractured images in the glass
teardrops fall in amber pools
of frothy foamy suds
causalities of life brought frost
where did you get lost
you left my dear not leaving much
just memories of misspoken touch
recollections do remain
filtered through the falling rain
the future now has come to pass
poured from tap to a chilly glass
this lesson learned at love’s demise
some time dreams are best behind closed eyes
So this Poem is Actually Called
Roary the Cat and was written for an 11yo friend of mine called Brad... it was written due to the times we live in
Roary the cat was very black
But he was not very fat
Although he had a big appetite
His trousers were never ever tight
A bit like Brad’s I would say
But as Brad eats fruit every day
They make him strong
To kick the ball along
As a goal is Brads Ultimate song…
Gooaaall…
Well who scored that I never knew..
Brad was that you?
Such a shot I have never seen..
But where now is Roary??
The back of the net Brad said
Now it’s my time to go to bed..
Best Wishes
DAMO
PS.. no cats were harmed in writing this poem, just some word fun to cheer up my mate Brad who is football mad and having to stay indoors at the mo.. Best wishes to you and yours.. stay safe.. DAMO
I've struggled most of my life with chronic depression.
On an everyday basis I have had to deal with this demon.
It's like we both have been lifelong annoying companions,
but that has changed for the better, I am an improved changed man.
A friend of mine, let's call her Roxanne,
sent me an audio lecture on depression given by this outstanding man.
I listened to that lecture again and again,
and before I knew it I began to approach differently my depression.
I still get depressed every now and again,
but I now no sooner get depressed and realize why it's happening,
and before you know it, I've bounced back on my feet enjoying life again.
It's as if I run into my old demon and say, "Get Lost Depression!,"
and then as quickly as it arrived, my depression is gone.
No therapy, therapist, doctor or any medication,
has ever helped me at all struggling with this life long demon.
The only true and effective help I have ever received from anyone,
was when Roxanne Meadows sent me Jacque Fresco's lecture on Depression.
sometimes i lose myself
in the obstinacy of night
beyond the umbrage of shadows
that fall within its tenebrous self
'tis there death dances
spinning around wayward souls
tempting them to follow
into depths unknown
i feel the strength
of fingers hold
beyond turned wrists
pressing firm
within the brawn
as shallow breath
exhales stale air
i see its face
from clouded moon
reach out to me
dubious that i will fall
silent within the rise
of bloodied skies
that morning brings
i feel the mist of its breath
fall upon me like night's fog
as it beads atop my brow
i succumb to thoughts
within restless mind
sprawl my ink
upon the sheets
of paper-white
and write again
within the darkness
that night unfolds
july 13, 2019
Jack Frost
Get lost!
Stay out of November
Come back late December
I want to think as deep
Like the deepness of ocean
I want a continuous view of moon
My moon is your beautiful face
I am taking you as great art
You are unique creation of god
As like me you are also made by earthen
But shining of your face
Say you are real diamond
Your first view stolen my heart
Your fragrance make me crazy
Your fabulous smiling lips
Rising of million dream
What I do now with my heart
You do win I get lost
Poet- anurag sharma
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- [email protected]
Mobile no-8743082486
Sometimes I get lost
Now that you have wandered far away
Remembering our love's sweet cost
Every moment of the day
I have danced inside your eyes
To your music, so sweet and clear
Surrendered to you in the heat of the night
My wanton cries filled your ears
Memories come on a midnight breeze
The taste of your sweet breath
Your gentle caress on my ivory keys
As we embrace the little death
You soothed away my restless feelings
Tasted my river of tears
Then left me grieving
Turning my hopes into fears
My heart is made of stone now
My dreams have faded away
Frozen beneath the garden bough
Where my love was buried, that day
ALesiach © 07/17/2017
For real freedom,
solace, and peace
free of cost,
Come to go there and
let get lost,
For cheerfulness,
beauty of nature and
a nymph host,
Browse at all, here
we go and let get
lost,
For chill, hill,
sill, rill, snow,
flow, grow, and to
bost, (Boston)
All I have or not!
Search and let get
lost,
For a peak, seek,
strive, strain,
gain, glee and see
at most
Tighten, a brave
adventure ahead to
let get lost,
For delight, height,
mirth, birth,
success and post,
Hardness not enough,
fled and let get
lost,
For its theme,
cream, team, thyme,
rime, and rhyme lot,
A Poet inveigle
reader and trap, to
let get lost,
For breath, sheath,
accede, proceed,
freed, from cell
oast,
Go back from soviet
and let get lost,
For yore days, hays,
says, ways and
country to got,
Break the fetter of
Coventry and let get
lost,
And Wordsworth,
Auden, Emerson,
Blake and Saadi to
Frost,
Shahid, impregnate
hardly this all and
let get lost.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
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