Stand still, I say, listen very carefully,
We made shadows, when we walking in morn,
Back shadows donot saw,they hide already,
The love you say innocent,that is mourn.
Hide mistakes behind me you say love
While noon only does hot with high warm of flame
How it is noble stage when not comforts nerve?
If we donot do any mistake, love blame.
Humans do mistakes,so they humans,
We cannot know love's loyalty without fault,
Mistakes make relation sometimes
How mistakes in relation assault?
Noble is last stage no love,no day decay,
Night as death,makes Immortal, I say.
The quyeer one's into lectures.' Well he?? yes he is the pm.!
A background full of law, and saville ignoranc, no intent' to
Besmirch or to scandal.' I don't think there is need he is
Personally in thst quite active.' I'll try to bring all up to speed." He has locked up free speech.' And a journalist too.!
Name of Tommy Robinson.' Who screened a film that was
And is so true, i don"t know him socially, for we never have
Met.' Yet I advise his release.' That good order be kept, that
Law may be seen to be impartial.' That it may be seen that
It is done' In the interests of a country that once put true
Justice as priority number one.'
I went to the art lecture
Because I knew it would
Be dark, and I could sit
In the back of the room
In back of all the backs
Of heads staring forward
At the slides shuttering by,
Oil strokes, cut stones
Doric spires all whispering
--This too shall pass—
Ruins.
You could still smoke in those
Rooms back then
And the plumes and gray lace
Rose to the rafters
--Like souls---
manifest destiny
pros say 'tain't reasonable expecting
change overnight involving much money
besides military needs more funding
to destroy north bear and make days sunny
peace is not exceptional agenda
when free market needs secret stimulus
what you expecting us to surrenda
this for your edu-loans medicare plus
an endless list of green infrastructure
yielding us nothing but more inflation
count your blessings get new jobs' their lecture
enlist now if you love our great nation
do well not to breathe or call it all greed
just believe china's slow printing out need
Jung lectured of dogma
its strangling of the symbol
the Medieval melted with magma
doubt was born, its smile twinkled
As monks wrote songs of Poliphile
Seeking soul from the external
in the Enlightened world,
nothing seems to be real
For eons our ancestors
were certain of the eternal
Is the light worth its weight?
Pain now lifted by pharmaceuticals
A flock who just can't walk straight
Now we live in plight or we are
simply deemed neurotypical..
I will conjecture
And give you a lecture
Is it better to complain?
Or preferably explain?
Should I talk you through it?
Or just tell you to do it?
If you listened first time round
Ranting words won't compound
I give you a tongue lashing
A noisy ear bashing
But you still don't hear me say
"JUST PUT IT AWAY"
So do it right first
And your bubble I won't burst
And I will not conjecture
Or give you a lecture.
PLEASE
Cameron looked on wordlessly:
Many things he’d said carelessly,
The dumb are safe with made gestures
Not easy grudging their postures…
With words he’d just planted hatred
In the mind of Schuller Alfred,
Whom he said had gone to Rwanda
Only to come back with Panda…
First lured by her economy,
His hopes Great Business Colony;
In Rwanda no more anomy:
Who won’t try Brave Agronomy?
One should guess the whole picture:
The glib-tongued need a mute’s lecture,
Also, Eunuch’s Vasectomy
Or, best, God’s Deuteronomy.
Things you know not about a carnivore
Are many like the goods in hoarder’s store,
Some of them quick at baring the skin pore,
Some much harder than Steel or Iron Ore,
Still some knowledge you could pick from walked floor...
To start with, it adores its ugly jaw,
With it readily breaking The Law;
First, a prey seizing with its cursed paw:
Mostly, The Unsuspecting Herbivore,
Though, does as much to Weaker Carnivore,
Left-over from the quick meal An Eyesore,
Normal Man, who this in their theatre saw,
To himself a calming glass of gin pour,
His safety double or make times four:
If there’s an escaping boat find its oar
None speedily build a hut with tough door!
Each carnivores enjoys just going to war
But finishing of its target quite core…
Each carnivore is A Bastard or Whore!
Either she had skipped a class,
Now in lecture halls with Glass
Or had merited The New
For The Quite Brilliant Few:
To no longer mow down grass
Mean labor prefects bypass;
What All Former mates treasure
And strictly take for pleasure
Like Ice-cream-recharged leisure!
It is an Immunity
Not in University
And that’s The Adversity,
For others she shall pity.
They call it the Sunday Scaries
They call it the Bubble Visualisation Exercise
I felt the polished wood of my table
The softness of my son's hair
My pencil snapped when I started my Gratitude Journal
Turn to the person next to you and tell them about a teacher
As loud as God unzipping his fly
Sat in the back not being able to find the steering wheel
They laughed
They were charmed
The shapes of stories
The shapes of restfulness and well-being
My son is playing piano as I write this
I'm going to stop writing
If this isn't nice, I don't know what is
It’s 9 in the morning.
The time when I sleep in my thoughts
The time when I browse with no warning
The time when I nail the teacher to the cross
With his tedious work ethic,
With his dull monotone,
With his stupendous sight of sluggish logic,
I cannot stand his voice alone.
I am there if Plato’s Theory of Forms is applied
I am there to write my name on the list
I am there just to spend some time to bide
Yet in the Form of myself, I do not exist
At least I crave for his silly spasms
Seriously.. I am not saying this with sarcasm!!
Waste the freed, born you a just throne,
Tis, not plain, goodness, be all yours,
Death in the night, dark comes the day,
Throughout the realm, soon be your own,
Set thy bow, claim me that you slay,
We campaign on peace at our tours,
Well-off calm without any wars,
Should death be vain, no song, no tune,
Ought life part this Earth and fair moon,
Rush the day, bring the night a gift
For love is born, free hearts be swift,
Lips proved that show the honored shift,
Love has freed this place, sails sunrise,
Seize this day lived, wealth be its prize,
A sweet life, with swords born to sheath,
Joy for free hearts, let the born breathe,
Nay young prince, not the time for play,
Long past the hour, for your liege waits,
This sort, of course, dare I to say,
Room is yours, to that, "Loosed the gates".
2020 January 22
Strict rhyme and meter challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Son of Spock
The Lecture On Truth
Written: by Miracle Man
10-30-2019
There exists no thing,
called borderline truth.
Or little white lies,
when told in our youth.
Any man whose mouth,
has falsehood dripping.
Is often found to be,
on his own words tripping.
A tongue that consistently,
into untruth dips.
Causes me to believe
nothing crossing his lips.
I lectured a young man,
whose word was no good.
Always wanting something,
and was misunderstood.
His failure to return,
caused me to ask why?
lecture finished he told me,
“I guess some just like to lie”
It’s either black or white,
not an area that’s gray.
Carefully chosen words,
from truth often stray.
C-haracter
L-ecture
A-nd
I-nstruction
R-ighteously
E-xplain
G-ood
A-ttitude
T-o
O-bliterate
N-egativity
Topic: Birthday of Claire Gaton (January 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Lecture Given By Clergy
We were given a lecture by the clergy,
With much energy exhibited in liturgy,
Done deal;
No appeal,
Who later had been accused of perjury.
Jim Horn
Kavanaugh was part of the clergy so he
had said.
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