.
i
yesss i
whom you know
am not lustful
i
yesss i
know'd
it's exist
.
i
yesss i
whom you know
am not lustful
i
yesss he
who you know
i am decorous
yet
not so genteel whilst
mine mind mulls
beauty
i
yesss i
whom you know
titillates
for
your
please
and yesss
oh how please'd i become
when heavy
yourn breathe
tap
In cavernous Swiss bank vaults
Slavery, is a word filed under anecdotes as valued as gold caught
By some inbred morons I’m told
To be resuscitated, wasn’t evil then
Elated? There was power to be
Used, unabated they put leaders; into
State shoes, ‘no matter if they chafed em’ paid for like goods
To lead, astray whole nations
Unto tangled brambles of fanciful
Climate alarmist notions, sickness was their remedy
In fact; they even introduced the maladies!
With them it’s all just theatre and hype; they have a
Consistency like tripe. Just a body of
Flatulence…..Craving much
Opulence, descendants of nazis
With all that old nonsense if you
Just tease, the narrative of disasters, you’ll find they
Are fully plastered; zonked out on toxins
Remote of awareness, default locked
Of cognition' lacking, no empathy;
Just histrionics; is all I see is big
Plans they sure thunk-em, yet
‘Twas. ‘All the bunkum that sunk em.’
©Joe Maverick 4-12-2025
four determined lads spent three weekends building it
all four determined to be the first to ride
it is the ultimate go cart they told their mothers
their fathers were not allowed to help
they wanted to do it themselves
how are they going to stop it? their mothers asked
Their daddies kept their opinions to themselves
the go cart was great fun while they were going down the hill
not so terrific when they had to crash into a bush to stop
Despite it all I think we must admit when chips are down
that we have no real reason to complain.
Though every day we swim against the flow so not to drown,
we always have what it takes to sustain.
We read of Manna falling in the desert long ago
when Moses lead Isreal across the land,
and wonder how these people could complain like that, you know.
How is it that they didn’t understand?
Yet we are worse than them considering all God’s given us,
and the extent of His works in our day.
We’ve lived the lives of kings midst miracles so numerous
and just like Isreal we have found a way
to justify our countless golden idols and our greed.
No, we’ve not changed a bit from then till now.
We didn’t learn of Manna – you don’t take more than you need,
yet we still think we’re pleasing God somehow.
But despite it all, the promised land still lies ahead.
Like Isreal, amongst us there’s a few -
our children who have faith enough to be content with bread.
Yes, children of the promise through and through.
Friendship — is a Lantern —
That glimmers — while we roam —
But some — will snuff its timid Light —
When Shadows call them home.
A Promise — lightly fastened —
May loosen — in the Breeze —
For Hearts that hold for Comfort's sake —
Let go — when Pleasures cease.
Yet I — would keep my Candle —
Through Storm — or dwindled Day —
For Love that flickers only fair —
Was never Flame — i Say.
And Souls — who shine in Winter —
When Summer fails to stay —
Prove Friendship is a Covenant —
Not worn — but made — each Day.
The sunset will make this day the past
We’re hoping it will not be the last
In this world of time, it’s just twenty-four
Beginning to end, there’s never any more
Each one has purpose and meaning to me
Each will last forever in my memory
With hope, each day I open the door
To see if God’s given a new twenty-four
The guilty eye flees
The remorseless never envies
The lying eye dawns truth's disguise
And blinks thrice before knowing eyes
The truth evades the seeking eyes
Ever searching the lofty skies
The lost eyes despise earthly laws
Rattling heaven's gates for a cause
Feel within the warm glowing light
That brace us 'gainst the swarming night
Where our gathered daemons lure us to fight
With meaningless notions of wrong and right
A rivers never chooses who shall drink
Honesty never takes time to think
In the moment, be one withal
Ready to catch us when we fall
Lay blame aside
And scornful pride
Even the pangs of the worthy life
For who decides what's worthy or strife?
To simply live
A humble life
Empty yet full
Dull yet wonderful
What has the ability to reach in and twist your radio dial from happy Sunshine FM, to Doom and Gloom FM, against your will?
Why let it?
Beyond the minds ability to perceive time or distance, sits the gate.
OR
The Gate sits on and beyond the edge of the limit of the minds ability to perceive time or distance.
OR
- Beyond the minds ability to perceive time or space, sits the border between physical and formless.
The gate is narrow in visibility, not in width...
I'm revving up my engine
this year I'm going
to do my rounds
in record time.
I promised the wife
to be home early
so we could have
quality time together.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
It was autumn when first we met
The cool of the November air
Trying to suppress the fire that grew
As time marched on, we grew ever closer
His life entwined with mine, becoming one
I had finally found my destiny
The one that God made just for me
My search was over, as was his
We finally found home.
My love for him was undying
And he told me the same
His desk is lined with photographs
Memories frozen in time
Testimony to our undying love
Many years ago, I gave him my whole heart
He still keeps it in a jar on his desk
Among the photographs.
I that possible.? Here on poetry soup.'
A stance on being analytical.? A pre-
Disposition..To give others space.' Its
My offering in respect..Well of respect as
Far as it goes.' We are none perfect.' Yet
Can we be approachable.' Ready to share
Information, time..If we have enough.? I
Am willing to learn..I have learned so much
By observing ' those who considered themselves always right.' I learned to be
Like that in the past, yet have managed to face those
Episodes and am now in the mindframe of
Learning by not repeating.? I guess first off
The attitude of superiority ' paul of tarsus ' was like it.' There are many corrosive attitudes learned from the world.' Can i or
Whoever correct them all.? Maybe; some
Can.? Yet i consider if i or you? Or they? Can alter one fault.' Its a great start on a new road to a better destination..Just my
Thoughts this evening in a damp disconsolate Britain, all blessings to all that may read these lines.)
Words have taken the place of the stone,
rocks were once used, now words are thrown.
Let him who does no wrong, cast those words of death,
for from the abundance of the heart, we give those words our breath.
So much of the time, we speak, before we think,
moved by the words we hear, we turn with words that stink.
We hurt each other, with the words we speak,
when it is all about self, we seek.
Those words of destruction, will destroy both, me and you,
before we speak in haste, we should truly think it through.
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