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We throw our hearts away
in the full fury of anger,
of greed,
of grief,
in the full surrender
to the resplendant glory of the highest God,
in Ajuna's thousand suns,
in deepest sleep
in drunkeness,
with strong drugs,
all from which a heart may return.
We throw our hearts away
by not caring anymore
which is the worst,
for when the heart returns,
it finds no receptical
and departs leaving behind only a whisper of dust.
For the heart never dies.
Immortal it forever seeks
a will to live
a will that lives
through the worst that life imposes.
It clings to whoever or whatever
will endure its failings.
Silenus may have been right.
He lived, if for nothing else,
to throw at life his spite
of being thrown into it.
for life was not a blessing,
only a curse. which is something,
I suppose, to get us through the worst of it
where praises and hymns fail.
So curse life to the end,
if for nothing else,
as a witness who testifies
that the heart deserves better.
society imposes its strict rules
and one of these rules is labeling. for conformity
we are so indoctrinated and regimented
that we rarely judge with our own feelings
we involuntarily put labels: on food, on books, on minds, on feelings
and if classifications had not been invented (Linnaeus and Darwin gave us a helping hand)
we would be swimming in an ocean of shapes and colors
differing from one culture to another
but what the world still ignores and/or hides
is the greatness and uniqueness of love in all its forms
love goes beyond patterns. it is uncontrollable and cannot be classified
love your neighbor! love yourself.
love love so that you can forgive anything, without bias
and above all... love children because they will carry the torch of love further
though love imposes no demand ~
tremors of heart we understand
I have known inner turmoil
Known the personal destruction it wreaks
Known the restrictions it imposes
Known the comforts one seeks
I have known the self belief it destroys
Known the negativity it breeds
Known the sheer desperation it evokes
Known how ones heart and soul bleeds
I know the power of inner peace
Know the positivity and fulfilment it brings
Know the confidence and self worth it instills
Know it gives peace and calm powerful wings
Smiles on all faces
when roaming green, green spaces.
Mauve populations
and redbird expectations
thrill in butterfly nations!
Color imposes
Wild horses and red roses.
Singing lilac breeze
greets yon heather honeybees
and purple crepe myrtle trees.
A Political Opinion
By: Miracle Man
1-11-2019
It doesn't have to be true,
things Politicians proclaim.
As long as they stay in power,
It's just a political game.
They can promise, use innuendo,
and even outright lie.
Painting competition evil,
and themselves a good guy.
A new political norm,
is causing a thumb of noses.
Eliminating the filibuster,
or curtail what it imposes.
They think voters are as stupid,
as a pen full of shoats.
They effortlessly lie and filibuster,
to pospone having votes.
Ephesians 4:25,
the apostle Paul commanded us, “Wherefore putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbour.
Power of zero,
is free from expectation,
thus always victorious.
Love’s effervescence
imposes no condition,
for its warm, soulful embrace.
once again
memories
of sweet shrub
quietly imposes
its luscious scent
red to rust
blossoms
open upon
Carolina allspice
memories flood
the old homeplace
deep in the woods
with you sharing secrets
Unswerving in your sincere actions,
stating the main purpose of intentions;
no venom is excreted from enlarged veins
without the fear of horrific moments!
Be grateful for the ample kindness shown,
never a trace of bitter sentiment or a frown;
eyes tear when crossing over the deep abyss
with the hesitation to discover its darkness!
Woeful are the darkest secrets kept to oneself,
when they're confessed they can be a relief;
pluck roses from their stems without bleeding:
thorns were Christ's crown proclaiming Him king!
Persistence is such a fortitude stronger than gold,
give someone a stone instead of sweet bread:
he will speedily fling it back and seek revenge;
treat everybody fairly and nobody will ever cringe!
Be infallible in your ultimate quest for beneficial change,
remain loyal to your peers, avoid conflict and treason;
if unfair judgment is implemented, let God be the judge:
sequels end when the pile of lies crumbles in soggy rain!
Faith binds spirit and heart to pursue holiness,
be a deviant and bear the direst consequences;
religion imposes punishment, society never does:
does freedom mean to do whatever one pleases?
Modernity imposes itself upon
eons beauty,
The sun blanketed by grey clouds of dusk,
shining golden halos onto you,
Lake Naivasha,
oh you serene grey mystery,
Like polished silver,
shine back heavens awesome gaze
upon you
This intrusion on my psyche tosses
a faint desire for up-smelling roses.
My shrink says this urge imposes losses
that the former countereffect poses.
I'm unable to muster the strength to
combat this bogus hope, this travesty
that impedes my efforts to better clue
cures, possibly true hope would be savvy.
Trust I won't digress to a depressive
state, bantering, hauntingly about my
kind, they'll lock me up for sure, aggressive,
delusions--you're getting all worked up. I
will be back. They're comin' to take, ... it's me,
they'll wrap and cell me, ... but I got the key.
innate creative power
limited by mind
imposes a bind
blocking grace shower
awareness self-aware
bliss replete
is complete
pulsating without a care
soul’s consciousness shift
with God connect
to be bliss flecked
gifts of silence that uplift
immediate and intimate
is the source
our resource
our heart heaven’s gate
Forgotten as the seasons pass ~ it slowly sheds canceling in spring.
trees on forest floor
lie beneath slow decaying~
baby rabbits pelt
A honey dye mantel on alder field,
emerald subtle charm comes forth and shield.
Time imposes roots, vine tendrils, dried leaves;
nests obliged nature's creatures, upon sheaves.
5/30/2023
A Monoku, Haiku and 4 lines of Rhyme - Same Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
every ism
imposes
binding us
look at breath
and heartbeats
they flow on
love and light
free for all
just be it
04-March-2023
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BAT planted many seeds that brought him a great harvest
For which many held his ideology with august interest
With claims that Jagaban dealt with those political jagabats
Who knows little or nothing about keeping political stats
Since kingmakers hate to bow to their kings' orders
For which their branded deviants got their cold shoulders
BAT feels he should have a fair share of that opportunity
But like Eden's taste of apple, he soiled his official dignity
His celerity daily imposes punitive damages on his party
His ambition is heading towards punition and thus unhearty
BAT that should be adjectivised as the best or foremost kingmaker
Makes himself runs around like an unhearty shaker
What should be done by those hearty as bucks
Is vied by a kind that makes Aso Rock looks like a centre of bullocks
The swishing of the broom that has been sweeping
Echoes the voice of another that won't promote good thinking
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