Levels Poems - Poems about Levels

"Some nights you’ve got it other nights you don’t Is there anything you don’t get about ‘Tonight you don’t" ...

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[] Mirrors reflect - A truth found inside - Of enlightenment - I seach- Through dark endless nights... [] To ascend to the heavens - A realm of insight - I gather knowledge and wisdom - Emerded in God's light [] If to achieve each lesson at hand A step I shall take as the staircase ascends But, if to fail In a tumbling...

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Worldly possessions So solid so fragile Allow success please In my life be measured By what death Can not take nor end Levels and Levels Of consciousness For well you know The timeless can only Be fed with the timeless...

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The world wide web holds instantaneous information for all. In this time of high-level vibrations, it is time to heed and adhere to the call. There is no need to look up or outside oneself to find solutions, clarity, peace, or serenity. Time to realize your God frequency, that dormant inner power, an inner voice of Devine clarity. You...

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It gets worse day by day, because of our neglect. But we look other way and vital facts reject. For years we’ve seen warning but always close our eyes. As glaciers start melting, we watch sea-levels rise. Antarctic ice now thaws. More water this sets free. Into ocean it pours, so further rise we see. Our carbon footprint grows. We must accept this...

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A clear mind finds many a pathway in the dark. A calm mind can decipher a destination on which to embark. A quiet mind shall find peace while others scatter and stumble. A serene mind shall build monuments and bridges, while the efforts of others are hindered and crumble. A few kind words can lift one up in times...

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God allowed us to invent them: chess, mancala, Ludo, CC-saga; And Candy Crunch Saga claims to be played everywhere Methinks "On all seven continents, including Antartica." Earlier I wrote about Candy Crunch, got to Level 300. No caveat emptor Since I am not an employee, nor am I advertising for CC-saga H ere I am about to play Level 1291 Ooh...

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The Levels The reeds, like tattered banners limply hung From slender, ghost-like lances held on high, Like ancient armies, waiting in the mist To heed the call, a long lost battle cry. A steel grey shroud lies thinly on the fields Whilst scattered tussocks, shoulders weighted down, Keep vigil 'round the distant gathered host, Lest any try to steel their winter crown. Serrated blackthorn...

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The Leveler by Michael R. Burch The nature of Nature is bitter survival from Winter’s bleak fury till Spring’s brief revival. The weak implore Fate; bold men ravish, dishevel her . . . till both are cut down by mere ticks of the Leveler. Published by The Lyric, Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quarterly and The Aurorean. Keywords/Tags: nature, survival, bitter, winter, spring, seasons, fate, weak,...

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An Ode to A levels I thought I would try A levels, how hard could it be? Since then I have concluded, it’s not my cup of tea. Brainwashed into obsessing over grades on a test, They seem to matter more than the fact I have progressed. It's no longer about studying subjects I love, It's about ensuring...

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Against a backdrop of despair soothing sounds eliminate a steady drip drip drip, water eroding thoughts no man’s land we call it partner bodies in the ground, rotting away mounds of burial chambers holding secrets waiting to be told Denial or curiosity, same coin a new year for human kind, man kind, woman kind, all kinds bridges built fail to serve transmogrified wisdom symbols clever...

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stoked by fires above... looses glacier melt below... ocean's primal roar...

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The heart's jubilant song of love Caroling joyously and loudly Feelings sway in dance Love is a vibe I can't retire. Drencho POET Loads...

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Oceans sink to normal depths Water seeks its own level in the dark No land is ever completely dry Deserts rise with tides of sand On every side there is no end in sight No sun fills in what time begins When reaching to the heavens Under pressure to survive Size does not matter to the stars Oceans...

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Shelters are pit stops for those who ride scooters all day. They're never late for anything: no boss. Broken, but they're having fun. I wave from my office window. I smirk from my secured post. I gaze from my office window. I weep from my bus seat, as I ride home, broken....

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