Your beauty I am astounded as if sun rise sky
A soft voice, tender smile filled enticing enthusiast
Behind it, I can feel vibes of a good soul
My words twisted like two entangled breathless
I speak them many times, over and over
How this suppose play out in real world
Romanticism between souls as heart's fall
I see you, my breath gasp deeply inside
Your scent I long smell of essence upon me
A touch of your heart, to feel its passion
The beat of life's infatuation you move me
Beyond the depths stir aroused curiosity
Of life's wondrous beauty my eyes find love
Before me, a piece of heaven made with love
My desire for need I want I feel
To be near you, curled in warmth sensation
A gioconda masterpiece for all the world
Framed in exquisite quality to human nature
True beauty of love, capturing hearts for eternal
You and I, bare to life's existence for being
For hundreds of years, I've been alone,
Alone in this cold world,
Filled with misery and brutality,
With every century that passes by,
The world seems to get worse
I sit under a tree,
Thinking about this world,
Will this century be better?
Then a figure is seen from a far
With every step it took it became clear
It came nearer becoming clearer,
Gosh! It was a beautiful woman,
Her hips swayed as she walked,
She looked like a good soul
But was her inner self good?
A lad walked briskly beside her,
Pleading for a coin,
To feed himself and mother,
The woman angrily looked at him,
And spat at his rusty old cup
The beautiful woman became ugly,
Kicking and spitting at the lad,
I couldn't believe that this was the woman I admired,
This century was also the same,
Maybe this world would never change,
It has often been said about confession,
That it is truly good for the soul ...
Yet I wonder if there's another purpose,
That one might claim has a different role.
This question comes about by denial,
Or when a false confession may be made.
Where instead of a good soul-cleansing,
We witness a fantasy, where truth is betrayed.
Once again, we see the boundaries of human experience,
Where the truth is just a door along the way.
While the imagination takes many right passed it ...
And creation can roam freely to play.
?You don't find any ice breaker
You urself must be an ice breaker
For ur good soul
And not to howl
Your feelings should get respect
But at times u urselves must respect
Try to introspection
But first self introspect.
Throw me down a lifeline
‘Cause mine is getting too short
All tangled up gimme some slack
Worn out from the battles I fought
Lend you my ear for persuasion
A good soul is so hard to find
That PAINFUL ANNOYING CONSTANT DRIP
It’s driving me out of my mind
Hold up my head above water
‘Cause it feels like I’m starting to drown
You’ll find that I burned all my bridges
I finally burned them all down
So lift me up with a notion
Show me the path I should take
Give me love understand my affliction
And tell me it’s never too late
~Billy Hitz~
Lady the light in which you glow
Your souls beauty it does show
So much does it shine bright
Enveloping others in your light
Your arms are always opened wide
Your heart's inviting all inside
The good soul that you be
That the bad in others you can't see
Trust your angel to stand beside
That's the warmth you feel inside
You are the pillar that lights others way
Gives us all the strength to stay
There’s Always A Call
There’s always a call to dream more,
No hindrance for another goal;
We do not know what is in store,
Our fate will continue to roll.
As long as we have a good soul,
God pours His blessings to the core;
Just always pray for strengths and all,
It’s never too late to dream more.
It’s always nice to fly and soar,
Just rise to stand at times we fall;
Every chance is an open door,
No hindrance for another goal.
Always be brave to climb a wall,
Or row the boat with a new oar;
Dribble again and shoot the ball;
We do not know what is in store.
Like earning another good score,
That will give another life’s role;
Give our best with hope on the shore,
Our fate will continue to roll.
Determination gets its toll,
Be humble, step pride that gives sore;
Let’s value all things, short or tall,
Sail more seas and place God before,
There’s always a call.
April 4, 2023 10.02pm
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The wails of a goddess comes with heated heat & excitement / that causes stings / a symptoms of Gonorrhea / but with the right boot "Goals no rare"
To those who long my goddess with me / i send loads of love to fall on you / I'll continue to chest your arrows for I be Drogba / no matter how skilled you're " A le ri draw gba"
They say chelsea owns the blues / you're just An Everton with stripped white lines / you can't lead the blues / i own the blues with it reggae
Every dawn comes with love / but Friday class with barrister tu / hatred - hissess - sudden projects - open test /I cheat / my babe cheat to
After the stress / I come to love the earth with a good soul / sit on the lyrics of Dior with pop smoke
I'm Ismail Junaid Oluwadamilare that's my ID / not Ìdòwú / don't call me ID
I'm a poet / i do poetry / branches bend for me when I'm tired of the summer / that's the poets tree
I return a song of tribute to father Shakespeare / i just murder lines i don't shake spears of poets /they've bars to
I've sealed all the madness of love that dwells in me
Verse 1. Oh girl the way you wear your hair
I like it like that
And girl you are a good soul
And you got it going on
Well I like it like that
And yes oh girl I like you like that
You got it going on strong
And you are good morning dawn
And I oh, I like it like that
~
Verse 2. Whoa! girl the way you smile
Your teeth bright as the clouds
I like it like that
And girl you are beautiful
And you know it
You got it going on
And well I like it like it like that
And yes old girl I like you for who you are
Not for the outside of yo body
But for what comes out
You got it going on and girl you are strong
your spirit is long yes, yeah, yeah and
Girl ya got it going on and I wooh oh I like it like that
7/18/74
Written words by James Edward Lee
Arranged music by Alton Adkins1974©
Am I a fool for what I do?
I inhabit souls, and more than one.
I have reason to believe
That if I cease to grieve
Or give the affection thou greedily breathe
I shall never feel bereaved
If I lose one soul
That was meant for me,
But was writhing, with a spear in the headless throat, singing in your name.
A more polished soul is one without clutter.
One good soul removes the other
My old memory, a blameless brother
My present, a shameful mother.
A more polished soul, finely ground.
One with the dust, so wind is found!
The Pale Rider
Astride an ashen horse,
a raven perched on his shoulder,
and a melancholy moon
beaming down gray shadows,
He held a gleaming scythe
in one hand, and in his other,
a damning edict from Hades,
the Lord of the underworld.
He was spurring on across
some god-forsaken terrain
leaving the winds wailing in his wake.
He was racing against time
to ensnare one more good soul
before the rise of the sun,
to knock on one more door
before a sliver of sunbeam
shine upon the morning dew.
He had his eyes ablaze
set upon the doomed soul
and his errand foreordained.
But the entire universe works
toward salvaging a righteous soul
who repents his past wrongdoings
The sun rose over the eastern horizon
and warded off the onslaught of
the condemnation to Hadean eternity…
as death dissipates with the mist of dawn.
~Contest: A Brian Strand July 22
the soul
Why should I write about my soul? I don´t know?
If a soul thinks if the entity that vanishes when the body dies
into the air, we breathe like autumnal leaves on trees?
Was Stalin a good soul with a dark mind or a smart mind
He good rid of (killed) the obstreperous officers
In the red army to kill off any dissent, he succeeded.
Or was he simply a dark soul?
My mother thought he looked charming, but she failed.
To see his snake eyes.
I can´t make up my mind about Hitler´s soul, his clownish
The body got in the way.
I don´t think, and there is such thing as a soul it is not
Tangible but we can´t call it an aura, Hitler had an aura.
He liked dogs and sweet cakes when not murdering
Jews and other miserable, like gay people.
In other words, a soul is a Christian idea that promises
A life ever hereafter how else could heaven have
a place to so many people
Misty Love
I am here, at this moment,
watching the swirling morning mist.
“You are my queen” you said.
Yes, you did dampen my eyes last night.
Did an astral body of a good soul embrace you?
How you, the sentry at the entrance of your own heart,
stopped me each time,
who tried to traverse, wishing the acquaintance.
The blemish of the pernicious influence,
battered my heart,
and haunted me day and night.
Suddenly, it is a reality,
clear as daylight.
Yet, it is a difficult enterprise,
Boldly says my ‘inner me’.
Why doubt? I question her back,
And my contented visage
turns towards you like a sunflower.
Date : 04th November 2020
Contest Name: Eight word challenge 11 Poetry Contest
They scream assaults in their faces
Across the land in all places
Treat all law enforcement the same
When only the some are to blame
There are police with a good soul
Trying to help, in their work role
Dodging objects and spit their way
How do you think they sleep at night?
Told to stand down without a fight
We will not survive in this way
Without law and order today!
Heidi Sands
6/23/20
Oh blue and vast skies
Only you have been witness to my sorrow and my cries
Haven't I been a good soul
My spirit shakes even now to the fact that the price of sin is death
I wonder if I will ever feel my truest love
A love that comes only once in a life time
A feeling so pure and filling
My true love where are you
The sun and stars make time real
With our them would we just stand still
Caress me then whispering wind, you i can't see but feel
I don't want to fade into a forgotten memory
Father forgive me and my sinful ways
My spirit is willing yet my heart fails to this would time again and again
Let your blessing fall upon me as I fight my heart to repent
I'm afraid Father, let me find shelter in your grace
Let then my soul shiver
Let my heart swell and come to see all isn't here but there with you
Your blessings are so much more
Thank you father, my God
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